The Wellsville Sun
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“When we walk our way and encounter a man who comes towards us, walking his way, we know our way only and not his; for his comes to life for us only in the encounter.” Martin Buber, I and Thou There is a fragility to the connection that binds communities together. This is no different…
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Thirty-seven years ago, on 15 October, Kirk Gibson stepped up to home plate in Dodger Stadium in Game 1 of the World Series between the Dodgers and the Oakland Athletics. He was suffering from a swollen, shredded ligament in his right knee and a strained left hamstring. Tommy Lasorda wasn’t going to play him, but…
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Censors sneak up right before your eyes in broad daylight. They aren’t figures lurking in a dark alley on a rainy night waiting to mug you as you make your way from a subway entrance. The censors wear tailored suits. They act quickly. A few people look up at the glass and steel towers housing…
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I had more than a few reservations about writing a blog. In today’s environment, we are inundated with podcasts, posts, tweets, videos from various sources, and round-the-clock news. “Why bother?” I asked myself. The last time I had a blog, The Woodhull Arts Journal, a few people were offended. They took the time to send…
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On April 14th, Bob Confer wrote an article for The Wellsville Sun titled “The Deadly Stress of Farming: New York farmers are committing suicide at alarming rates, help is available.” His piece has haunted me since reading it. I am a descendant of farmers in rural New York state. My mother’s father and her grandfather…
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