The best thing middle-class people can do for any urban area is to live there, buy property there and pay taxes there. Those three things will do more for the city than nearly any kind of volunteer work you might do, or any ideas for “betterment” you might have or any “revitalization committee” you might join or even any work you might do as a city employee.

I think Barack Obama expected it to be a lot easier than this.


And a depression may have been better for the country’s soul, in the long term, than a bailout. Those of you who drool over the “Greatest Generation” oughta know that the Great Depression forged The Greatest Generation.


Nearly everything wrong with the economy everywhere in America is because nothing has come along to replace factory work.


Factory work replaced family farming, which replaced wandering and hunting. Family farming ain’t coming back but, judging from the two guys I saw fighting over the beer cans in my recycling bin, wandering and hunting may have a shot.


If my heart holds out, I may live to see nearly all of the Kennedy family saga, at least as far as politics is concerned.


The best thing middle-class people can do for any urban area is to live there, buy property there and pay taxes there. Those three things will do more for the city than nearly any kind of volunteer work you might do, or any ideas for “betterment” you might have or any “revitalization committee” you might join or even any work you might do as a city employee.


Good neighborhoods always have one resident who owns a snowblower and loves to use it, clearing walks, driveways and sidewalks, both his own and others. We got one of those guys in my neighborhood. In fact, I call him “John the Snowblower.”


In many states, if you go to a strip club, you are not allowed to smoke in the place. The degradation of women is permitted, but one cannot, by law, expose the degraded women to secondhand smoke.


I wish to announce that I am part Indian. I’m Narragansett on my mother’s side and Inuit on my father’s side. I want to establish this fact in case there’s some money in it for me somewhere down the line.


As Catholic parishes merge and old Catholic churches and schools are torn down or converted into apartments, we’re seeing the kind of event about which history books are written, a change in America’s life that we barely notice because it is happening so close to us.


While Catholic education often gets a bad rap, I’m a writer in part because I was an altar boy and the Latin Mass was the first poetry this working class kid ever learned to recite.


While I appreciate efforts to preserve old churches and homes, I want to see an effort made to preserve the non-corporate, no-parking-lot, owned-by-the-guy-behind-the-counter convenience stores.


E-mail Marc Munroe Dion at mdion@heraldnews.com.