Of cordwood prices, elections, pending move
Our story today addresses the burning issue of cordwood. And next week, we will publish a voters' guide to the Sept. 11 primaries and we will team up with WMUR-TV for gubernatorial debates. If some of the politicians try to blow smoke, I think that between the guide and the TV panel questions, we will help you clear things a bit.
Our guide will be published Wednesday, Sept. 5. The questions and candidate replies to them will also be posted that day at UnionLeader.com.
That night, three Democrats seeking the gubernatorial nomination will meet at the New Hampshire Institute of Politics at St. Anslem College. TV9 will carry the event live starting at 7 p.m. so you can size up Maggie Hassan, Jackie Cilley and Bill Kennedy. I'm hoping that Hassan will come dressed as a zombie, which is how Cilley portrays anyone who is against a state income tax.
The process will be repeated, same time and channel, on Thursday night for Republicans Ovide Lamontagne and Kevin Smith, who are also certified zombies in the Cilley lexicon. With these debates, the guide and the coverage we have had over the summer, voters should feel fairly well-informed come Sept. 11.
But I am still personally worried about voting. If the voting officials ask me where I live, I am not sure I will know.
The rumors grow stronger daily that I am about to lose my house to grandsons Ike, Mike and Spike and their parents. The lady of the house says for me not to worry; decent quarters have been secured for us, and I won't have to relocate again until 'they'' come to take me to 'the home.''
'You won't miss THIS place will you?'' she asked me the other night, as she busily attempted to bikini wax the kitchen cabinets.
'Oh, no,'' I answered. 'Why would I miss a place where we have lived for only 25 years?''
Actually, there is one thing I won't miss: the dog.
Mind you, we don't have a dog. Haven't had one in years. But Ike, Mike and Spike have a dog, and the dog apparently heard some time ago that there was a move afoot so it just decided to beat the crowd. People I encounter on my early morning walks with the dog look puzzled when they say something about the dog, and I tell them I don't own one.
Or perhaps they are just looking at the puzzled old man who isn't sure where he lives.
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