Letters

My name is Debby Matthews from the KOA Campground south of the town of Las Vegas. We have had the campground for 10-1/2 years and the Lord has blessed us immensely over those years. What has not been a blessing is the county road in front of the campground, which is part of the pre-1937 Route 66. We have called frequently to . . . the Roads Department, but are told that there are no funds to pave the County road/Route 66.

There were enough funds to pave the same road (not part of Route 66) from our mailboxes down to many of the homes on the Romeroville Frontage Road.

And so Tom McDonald rides out to seek his own sunset. Perhaps being a self-described “misfit” himself is what helped make him so fearless.

Mr. McDonald, in his eight years at the helm, has shined more light on the shenanigans in Las Vegas and stepped on more toes — including my own when I deserved it — than any publisher I’ve known in the 25 years I have been a subscriber. I can’t think of a finer compliment to pay any person. Best wishes, Tom.

Alma Gregory
Sapello
 

While returning from lunch with a friend, he chose to steer safely around two large potholes in front of the Mills plaza and didn’t notice a police cruiser, some distance behind us. At the light, my friend waved at the two officers, who had pulled alongside.

A siren blurt cued my friend to pull out of the officers’ way, but to our chagrin, they pulled us over. The officers were polite with immaculate uniforms, but they soon lost my respect.

Imagine a single gas that comprises less than 4 percent of the 1 billion cubic miles of Earth’s atmosphere, is causing calamitous changes to the entire planet’s weather. Isn’t that totally incredible?

Well so incredible, that I have a few questions about it:

• Baseline Accuracy: Since thermometers in the 1890s were comparatively unsophisticated with a margin of error of a degree or so, and their surrounding environments were cool rural, why should I believe today’s air temperature has increased a degree or so?