IF YOU'RE YOUNG and a native Nashuan, then you wouldn't remember Champagne's Super Market on East Hollis Street or the large Beebe Rubber Company nearby.

HAVE CARS REACHED their peak, so to speak?

Look around you — we live in amazing times. Science and technology are advancing at lightning speed.

Back in my day, families enjoyed playing board games at the kitchen table. For those of you who recall the ’60s and ’70s, I’m sure you had a favorite Milton Bradley or Hasbro game. My family, cousins, aunts and uncles and friends all had the game of “Trouble.” You know, the one with the plas…

Back in the days when technology wasn’t so sophisticated, people relied on the local newspaper, radio, television and word of mouth to receive information about potentially dangerous situations in your community. The Telegraph of Nashua was an evening paper for years, so you had to wait pati…

I have to admit, genealogy is pretty fascinating stuff. Tracing a line of descent by combing through the birth records and history of a person or family can unearth some incredible finds.

In my backyard I’ve seen waddling woodchucks, a trio of foreboding fishers, a plump skunk in the mid-morning, Cooper’s hawks, a colony of angry bumblebees, and an alleged rabid raccoon. Each time I shuddered with fear.

“But, Dad, he’s gonna blow us up. Why aren’t we leaving?” we all chimed in.

I was raised in a large, old colonial home without air conditioning, and although we were luckier than most, as children, we were not overly spoiled. My father grew up poor during the Great Depression, and money was not to be wasted. He was old-fashioned and never owned a credit card. We wer…

I’m rhapsodizing about rhubarb for the many fans of this old-fashioned, New Hampshire summer garden favorite.

Talk about having the Midas touch. Mayor Jim Donchess seems to have it. And he’s got the numbers to prove it.

Back in late 2016, I wrote about the concept of rooftop dining in downtown Nashua, and people seemed excited about the idea of sipping a cocktail or two in the open air, high above the Gate City surrounded by a sparkling view of our little skyline.

Albert Einstein, the late German mathematician and physicist, has a quote you might have heard:

If only those old brick walls and cement steps could talk, imagine how much else we might have learned. The history is so rich and incredible, but most of us take this Gate City jewel for granted.

I am sure that for the majority of students enrolled in the Nashua public school system, it seems like the year has gone on forever with all those crazy snow days they had to make up.

By now, I foolishly thought that the opioid scourge would have quietly slithered away after rearing its ugly head across southern New Hampshire and gaining crazy momentum three years ago.

About five years ago, a California Realtor asked me to write some copy for him about the southern part of the Monterey Peninsula. He sold homes in that region and was looking for descriptions of various communities.

You know those plastic toy lawn mowers that toddlers love pushing around, so they can emulate mommy and daddy doing yard work?

I’m going out on a limb in declaring this one the event of the year, excited as I was to get a sneak preview of the elegant undertaking that’s about to start at 90 Concord St. — the Frank Anderson House.

I like to think that as human beings, we are more than the sum of our parts. And that works, too, as a collective.

What’s your favorite spot in Nashua? Oh, come on. I’m sure you have one. In fact, the Gate City has some fine historical gems that grace our landscape.

The nation’s observance of Memorial Day isn’t until Monday, May 28, but a reader who loves his city and country tipped me off about an eyesore hundreds of cars pass by daily and most of us seem to ignore.

College is expensive.

I felt like writing about the human spirit, so I searched for a quote by someone more eloquent than I: “You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”

Ask any business owner about starting a venture, and he or she will tell you that prime real estate is key, especially for customer-driven businesses such as restaurants or retail stores.

Although only about 6 percent of Granite State residents are immigrants, those immigrants continue to play a key role here, especially in the largest cities of Manchester, Nashua and Concord.

“The arts are the best insurance policy a city can take on itself.”

Nashua native Ronald N. Dube has led quite an interesting life thus far.

Well, I hope we’re done for the year. And even though I didn’t sense anything in my neck of the woods, other folks not far from us did.

I thought it was time to revisit the landmark brick building at 201 Main St.

If you’ve ever wondered what life at the mill was like for women, then mark this on your calendar: Talk on Mill Girls at Nashua Library, Sunday, March 18, at 2 p.m.

It was another missed day of school for Nashua students last week.

I’m sorry, but I like to think we’re a better society than this. Please allow me my two cents to expound on the recent plight of a homeless woman who was living in her car and arrested for keeping her dog in her parked Volvo for hours during the recent bitter temperatures. It could have been…

Driving around the Gate City these days is presenting quite the pothole potpourri, so to speak. Thanks to the crazy winter thus far and its extensive freeze-thaw cycles, the Granite State has become riddled with cracking pavement under the weight of traffic that quickly develops into these c…

In Tennessee Williams’ “A Streetcar Named Desire,” Blanche DuBois delivers the knockout line that people around the world often quote: “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”

About 36 hours before the ball dropped at New York City’s Times Square, one of my gas boiler’s nearby circulating pumps decided to close out 2017 early and deprive me of heat on the first level (major freak-out). I have two thermostats, one upstairs and one downstairs. And yes, I fidget with…

It couldn’t have been more than 10 degrees; the wind was brisk, and the bright sunshine was barely adding any warmth to the snowy/icy terrain around my home. Today was one of the milder mornings during the arctic plunge that continues to grip the Granite State and points beyond.

Single digits, an arctic blast and a windchill that makes it feel like it’s below zero in the Gate City are not what most of us expected this early in the winter season. But like true New Hampshirites, we deal with it, add a few more layers and get on with life.