Congratulations on graduations
In our paper in Connecticut we read about the graduation arrests. We want to compliment Rock Hill High School. We had a grandson graduate from there, and it was very nice because we could hear everyone's speech. All the graduates' names were announced loud and clear. The clapping and cheers were meant for all at the end of the ceremony.
We came back to Connecticut to our granddaughter's graduation. What a mess! After the second name, we could hear nothing. People made noises, walked around and talked on cell phones with no respect for the speakers and graduates. Keep up the good work.
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Consumer cheated at the gas pump
Have you ever just sat down and figured up how much you really spent on gas?
For Example: I went to a local gas station and paid $17. Here is the breakdown: $3.749 per gallon x 4.534 gallons pumped equals $16.99. You say only one cent difference? Now, think about how long it took the gas to pump to your tank with the meter running.
And figure this out: How can you put 25 gallons of gas in a 22 gallon tank? When you figure this one out let me know. This has happened to me before. I showed the clerk the car manual, and do you think I got a refund? No!
I will say that making a one-cent profit on each customer can really add up, but think about the gas pumping delay while the meter is running. They are making a lot more off of the consumers than you think.
It's all about the dollar these days, forget the people -- small companies, big companies, individuals, the list goes on.
Will it ever stop? No!
Lottery isn't path out of poverty
Regarding "York County Lottery Sales Up": This recent over-the-fold story on page one of The Herald is the haunting prelude to "Here we go again!"
In the dark, seemingly hopeless days of the deep Depression, before taking to the streets to sell apples, desperate folks tried to invest their pennies, nickels and dimes in "playing the numbers." Folks on the bottom rungs of the economic ladder looked to the numbers man as their hope to win their way out of poverty. Temporarily!
Before relocating to the South from the City of Brotherly Love, it was a common everyday experience for me to see folks, mostly senior citizens, waiting for buses to take them to Atlantic City to play the slots. Jackpot winners, though few and far between, were storied in the press; a daily "encouragement" for others to continue playing games of chance.
Recently, we see where Philadelphia is getting into the act, big time! The Floundering Fathers, in their attempt keep local gambling money home, look to games of penny ante to high-rollers' pleasure, quick-fix solutions to economic headaches of the times.
Promises, promises! "Vegas on the Atlantic" and "Vegas on the Delaware -- Band-aids for our economic ills!
Question: How long will it be before Atlantic City once again is called "The Family's Seashore at its Best!" or when Philadelphia is called "City of Brotherly Love"?
Orderly graduation was appreciated
We had three grandchildren graduating this spring. Two from high school and one from college. Two were out of town. I fully support the rules the administration laid down for everyone attending.
The most pleasant graduation we attended was Northwestern's 7 p.m. ceremony because of the behavior of the audience. We did not have anyone yelling in our ears or standing up in front of us so that we could not get a picture of our graduate.
At the end of the ceremony everyone stood up and clapped (and some yelled) to show how proud we were for all the graduates.
To show respect for all attending is setting a good example for our young people. We can cheer them on in much better ways than yelling during the graduation ceremony.