Archive - Dec 17, 2009 - Editorial
Tax Commissioner Rich Westman has been touring the state for the past couple of months warning that current school spending was not sustainable without significant tax increases. He followed those warnings by becoming the first tax commissioner to recommend raising the statewide property tax. The first warnings barely made headlines back in October; the proposed statewide tax increase got most people’s attention; and now that local stories are reporting local taxes could go up 6 percent and budgets are still having to be cut substantially, most everyone is paying attention.
One might fairly ask what a dead camcorder and standing in Keene, N.H., for hours in pouring rain and 35-degree temperatures has to do with getting a daughter into college.
The answer lies somewhere in a Bermuda Triangle of a philosophical discussion on the role of athletics and recruiting in NCAA Division III even at the finest academic institutions, the difficulty of quantifying defense, and a lack of parental foresight and understanding of the process of all of the above.
Last Saturday morning, I woke up feeling downright peaceful. Here it was, less than two weeks before Christmas and, because I had shopped early and planned carefully, I was coasting into a low-stress holiday.
The presents were purchased and wrapped. The tree was decorated. The cookies were baked. I had nothing left to do but relax and bask in this unfamiliar sense of calm.
So I decided to paint the living room.
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Does Christmas ever go that way these days, I wonder — as it does in “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and all the old holiday standards?
Our world is so fractionated, our faithful friends so far away. If those golden days of yore ever did exist, it often seems they won’t come again.