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Columns

  • Work of Art - Holding up the line

    She was friendly, polite and courteous and seemingly in control. But, she kept slowing down the line.

    Before we analyze the young local checker, let me give you my take on causing stoppages, or even slowages. I say with no hesitation that I would rather paste my nostrils together with Crazy Glue than to hold up a line.

    You know what I mean:

  • Editor's Note - Our ballots and their debates

    If you’re waiting on a round of Optic-sponsored candidate forums this election cycle, to help you decide who to vote for in the local races, I’ve got bad news for you: We won’t be holding any.

    The Democratic primary election on June 5 decided nearly all local races. Such is the reality of living where one party rules the day.

  • Dulcey Amargo: Seems just like yesterday

    Talk about blasts from the past. It doesn’t matter whether you’re talking about 1964 or earlier, or even later. The prospect of getting together with old friends, classmates from either high school or college — there’s a certain mystique associated with “the reunion” concept.

     

    You and I have been hearing the refrains lately — Class of X,Y or Z Reunion coming up! Reunions are often scheduled during homecoming season at schools. My advice to you is, do it!

  • Land grant prompted Town of Las Vegas in 1903

    Following the 1884 dissolution of the combined city of Las Vegas, New Town established itself as a separate and independent municipality. Old Town did not incorporate for another 20 years, during which time the original west-side settlement continued under the governance of San Miguel County.

  • Work of Art - And the list goes on

    An entry in Facebook caught my attention only yesterday. One of the “friends” (members) on the social network listed words that ought to be avoided in academic writing: “interesting,” “basically,” “got,” “firstly, secondly . . .” and “etc.”

    But before we parse away, let’s explain the idea of social networks like Facebook, where “friend” has become a verb, as in “I’d like to friend you, my dear.”

  • Editor's Note - What did I miss?

    For anyone who pays attention to my whereabouts or reads this column regularly, you may know that I left town recently to attend a memorial service for my father, who died Sept. 6 at age 86.

    It was a good trip. The service was a true celebration of a wonderful life well lived, and I was able to spend some quality time with my mother, who  maintains her warm and bright outlook on life. Plus, I saw more family than I could count and left feeling blessed to have such a big and boisterous clan to which to return during times of loss.

  • Nuestra Historia - Old Town remained firmly rooted

    While East Las Vegas moved forward as New Mexico’s newest and most vibrant American city in the 1880’s, the west side did not immediately take a back seat. The Romero brothers and many of the early non-Hispanic merchants continued their business establishments in what became La Plaza Vieja (Old Town).

  • Another Perspective - What’s 50 percent of 20?

    “OK, so what’s 50 percent of 20?” My students looked around at one another, wrestling with what was intended as a gift riddle, clueless.

  • Work of Art - ‘You were never my age’

    “Why, when I was your age . . . “ It’s impossible to utter those six words, in that sequence, without having someone come up with, “Yes, we already know: You had to walk to school five miles, uphill both ways, in deep snow.”

    So I won’t be mentioning the daily trudges through snow, in freezing weather that lasted from December to December. Nor will I write about the distance of our treks.

  • Editor's Note - No better man

    Real men. I’ve known a few. Old-school men who faced down fears and conquered their world. Strong men who took on great challenges.

    Fighters, lovers, warriors, leaders, competitors, champions — even losers who never quit even when they knew they’d been beaten. These were men who stood their ground.

    But none of them had more of an impact on my life than my father. To me, he was always a giant among men.