Curious Policy Parallels
Recently congressional House Democrats again blocked a vote on the Born-Alive Abortion Survivors Protection Act, which would require medical professionals to give the same medical care to a baby who survives an abortion as they would to any other baby of the same age, and to take the baby to a hospital. Why doesn’t a born alive baby have a right to healthcare? How is that too much to ask? The definition of murder is the taking of an innocent life, I ask you, is there a more innocent life than that of a new born baby? I have noticed some Democrat policies parallels with the Nazi party of Hitler’s Germany.
Please note, I am not saying Democrats are Nazis. The Nazis were socialists; the National Socialist German Workers Party. The Democrat party pushes for socialism. Both the Democrat party and Hitler’s Nazi party provide support for abortion policies. Both the Nazi party and the Democrats are anti-Jewish Israel and anti-Jew. Recent anti-Semitic comments by a couple of congressional members should have been met with condemnation by Nancy Pelosi and the Democrat party, it was not.
Both the Nazi and the Democrat party’s policies support gun grabs. Both the Democrat and Nazi parties support big oppressive government. Both parties support censorship, limited free speech, and limited freedom of religion. Both parties get media propaganda support for their respective parties, the Nazis controlled the media in Hitler’s Germany. The liberal media in the US appears to be an arm of the DNC. The Democrat’s Russian collusion hoax, there President Trump smear campaign proves that. I’m waiting for apologies, but not holding my breath. In my opinion, history will judge Democrats harshly. The Democrat Party needs to turn from these evils and rebuild their moral foundation.
Roger German, Decatur
Old WPA Pavilion In Nelson Park Impacted By New Amphitheater
After reading about the new amphitheater and the generosity of the Buffett family, my wife and I drove down to take a look. A very impressive gift. There is, however, a rub. On the hill above the theater stage sits the old WPA Pavilion. This structure has been used by families and schools for picnics and gatherings for years.
There is, or was, a beautiful view of the lake. Now there is not. There is a mound of earth approximately four foot high at least above the floor level of the Pavilion along the side effectively blocking the view and rendering the Pavilion unusable as an open air picnic area. Seated at a picnic table you cannot see the lake at all. Standing you can see a little. The reason for this, I believe, is to block sight of the stage some 400 yards away.
I have no objection to paid seating for performances but to render the view from the Pavilion unusable 24/7 for performances maybe twice a month for fear that someone might sit at a picnic table far above the stage and see and hear for free is just plain dumb. Parks are Public. This design shows the arrogance and indifference of the Park Board for the public use of the total park.
Garry E. Davis, Decatur
Hit a Pothole? Look for These Warning Signs
Hitting a pothole can adversely affect a vehicle’s handling and performance. It can be difficult to know if and to what extent your car has been damaged, so the Car Care Council urges motorists to watch for three warning signs to help determine if hitting a pothole has damaged their vehicle. 1. Loss of control, swaying when making routine turns, bottoming out on city streets or bouncing excessively on rough roads are indicators that the steering and suspension may have been damaged. The steering and suspension are key safety-related systems. Together, they largely determine a vehicle’s ride and handling. 2. Pulling in one direction, instead of maintaining a straight path, and uneven tire wear, are symptoms of an alignment problem.
Proper wheel alignment is important for the lifespan of tires and helps ensure safe handling. 3. Low tire pressure, bulges or blisters on the sidewalls, or dents in the wheel rim will be visible and should be checked out as soon as possible, as tires are the critical connection between the vehicle and the road.
Because hitting a pothole with your car can do a real number on tires, wheels, steering and suspension, and alignment, it is a good idea to describe the symptoms to a professional technician who can then check out the vehicle and make the necessary repairs to ensure safety and reliability.
Rich White, Executive Director
Car Care Council Bethesda, MD
Tribune Articles Stir Fond Memories Of Decatur
First, thank you for publishing the Tribune. It is SUPERB. Every issue triggers fond memories of Decatur, family and friends. I am Jim Andrews (MHS-58), little brother of Sally Andrews Neely (DHS-55) currently of Salem, Oregon. Sally arranged for a wonderful gift subscription again … and I love it.
Of the many good memories I have is the visit of the “Freedom Train” soon after WWII (’47 or ’48 I think). I remember it backing down on the Illinois Central tracks next to Poole Street and parking for a few days for open house. It was all white, trimmed in red and blue and carried the priceless documents of America for all to see. Where it parked was about a 1+ minute walk from our house on W. Grand, just east of Cloyd’s Market.
Many more good memories from the Decatur Recreation Dept of that day (before TV): there was a movie presentation at the various parks around town. Tuesday evening was Garfield. Families brought a blanket and sat on the ground for the entertainment: always a cartoon (Bugs Bunny, Sylvester, Daffy Duck, etc), a Movietone news feature to beat the patriotic drum (frequently military conquests) and the feature event. The feature event was often a 2-reel film and during the intermission, you could get to the refreshment stand: 5 cent popcorn (or big bag was 10 cents), popsicles about 10 cents, etc. Marge Knierim’s (MHS-58) parents ran the Garfield stand.
In good weather, the Recreation Department came around on scheduled days to take kids out to Spitler Woods for the day. This let Mom do a few things. Tuesday morning was Garfield Day and many times I rode in the back of the stake bed truck … max fun. I can still remember the “call” we were to use if we got lost. At Christmas time the Department coordinated with the Wabash to stop where William Street came up to the tracks. There they let Santa and Mrs. Clause off. For several years our Mother (Esther Andrews) was Mrs. Clause (aka “Merry Christmas”). A parade naturally formed to help the Clauses get down William Street toward Central Park.
Here’s a memory test for you: in the mid 50s, the Tri-Delta house (across from Westminster Presbyterian Church) white front poles were painted bright red stripped, barber pole style. Sally’s husband of the future (Phil Neely) was one of the SAE Fraternity painters. Everyone, except the Tri-Delts, thought it funny. Paint of that day was oil-based … not easy to get rid of.
I went to Roosevelt Junior High: E. J. Muffley was Principal, and Mr. Snell was the Vice … handling the discipline cases. Mr. Snell was born without any sense of humor whatsoever … and it went downhill from there.
OK … enough memories: back to work. The Tribune is WONDERFUL!!! Thanks for publishing it. Best wishes to you and all the folks at the TRIB. Please tell them their efforts are much appreciated and enjoyed.
Jim Andrews, Completely Retired Guy in Pennsylvania
About Those Tri-Delta Poles And My Future Husband
My brother, Jim Andrews, copied me the letter he recently wrote to you with Kudos for the wonderful Tribune each week. When I read the line about my future husband, Phil Neely and SAE fraternity friends painting the Tri-Delt poles I had to pull out my scrapbook for the picture, which is attached. (see next column.) This took place in 1956 after the night of our first date following Greek Sing (should I have gotten a message here?) and the boys were temporarily dismissed from Millikin. Later they were allowed to pay for the repainting and performed community service, then were allowed to return to school.
While I’m writing, I’ll add my thanks once again to you for keeping the Decatur of our youth alive for me and so many of your readers. I know first hand that each issue was written just for me as the subject of each “Scrapbook” section deals with my personal memories. The latest I received with the milk wagons and horses brought to mind the times our driver let me ride with him along the route for a few blocks, on my way to grade school at Garfield.
Sally Andrews Neely, Salem, Oregon