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Open letter to the editor on Reeder and pensions

by , posted on Tuesday, January 22nd, 2013 at 9:44 pm

Dear Editor,

Scott Reeder, in a recent “special” to the Rockford Register Star, wrote about what the State of Illinois needs to do on State pensions.

As a corporate journalist Reeder wrote in boilerplate fashion expressing the wishes of the money hogs called the 2%. Reeder’s article was, however, wrong. It was wrong in it’s statements, it’s slant and it’s conclusion.

Reeder is doing the

“whining” actually. Reeder whines about working people getting a fair retirement pension. Reeder wants that pension money going into the already bulging pockets of the wealthy. I am sure Reeder is looking forward to a handsome pension from his corporate bosses.

Reeder’s argument comes down to blaming teachers for working, for paying into an agreed upon pension system and then fighting to keep what is rightfully theirs.

Reeder calls that “whining”.

I call it standing up for yourself.



Fun and Games at “NATO”

by , posted on Tuesday, July 17th, 2012 at 9:33 am

My grandfather lived almost 100 years. That was his goal but he missed it by about 7 months. He wanted to make it not so much because he was having a good time but because it was a goal he had set himself. His mind was sound but his body just couldn’t take it anymore. One of his legs was going gangrene from diabetes and it would have had to be amputated. It wasn’t practical to him to just stay alive and have pieces of himself cut off just to say he’d made it to 100. So my Mom and he agreed that he wouldn’t have the operation.

Gramps was a farmer and he’d spent his life working with nature, figuring how he could make his farm work, keep it going. He had to make hard decisions many times and when it came to spending money on an operation to cut off his leg so he could live a little longer it just didn’t add up.

I spent a good deal of time talking with my Gramps about politics and what was going on in the world and what was happening to America. One day not too long before he had to go live in a nursing home we were talking and I looked over to see tears rolling down his weathered face. I was startled because Gramps was a pretty tough old geezer even at his age. I always respected him and not to many people dared to fuck with him.



Aurora, My Home Town

by , posted on Saturday, July 14th, 2012 at 8:46 pm

Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?*

Aurora, you once had such promise that it was thought by some that you would be the center of a great rail hub and lead the state. But alas, Chicago earned the broad shoulders and you are but a flickering secondary light now.

My home town’s downtown has been in decline for half a century and there seems to be no end in sight. Many will say that I am wrong. They may be right.

But it is my firm belief that as long as Aurora has an empty core it will not thrive. It will not really live. A few baubles do not a city make.

There are some businesses left downtown but they are mostly due to the industry of Aurora’s Hispanic community and I salute them. There is not one major retail store left. Carson’s left twenty years ago or more and now it’s building stands empty. A rather sad symbol of a time long past.