Letters to the Editor

Even in my youth I'm sure I wouldn't have measured up to Peter Balestrieri's image of a legitimate outdoor studly type. However, I have had to undergo numerous rehabs from injures sustained in the outdoors (not wrestling bears).

Well, it finally happened! Last night by a vote of 5 to 2 in favor, we now have the "Peace Bridge of Bend!"

I want to thank all of you for helping to convert this "loony idea" into a symbol for peace. When you have a chance, take a stroll downtown and head for the Portland Avenue Bridge.

Looking for a quick route in and out of Central Oregon? The Redmond Airport might not be your best bet. Want to check your flight status online, or check arrivals for someone you're picking up? The airport does not have a website – or even a phone number – to call for this information.

This week's Letter of the Week comes in from a man we know only as "Hob." We can't think of a more pressing issue for our city than the injustices heaped upon the legion's of revelers who, too drunk to make it back downtown to pick up their cars before the stroke of noon, find themselves saddled with double digit parking tickets.

Go figure, haven't opened your rag in quite some time due to its dissapointing (SIC) content, but seeing as it was either The Source or People magazine, I opted for the former.
Wow! What a surprise! Right there in front of my eyes, a whole OUTDOORS section dedicated to some self-congratulating "writer" touting her experiences with spin class.

Bend's newest store, Powell's Sweet Shoppe on Wall Street, is a delight for kids and grownups alike: a treat for the eyes and the spirit. Yet it hits a sour note with the inclusion of candy cigarettes on its shelves.

I was reading the article that Eric Flowers wrote about the status of the Bend UGB. I do not think that the citizens of Bend want to or should pay for a bridge that just services land owned by Matt Day, Brooks Resources, Millers and Coats.

Sounds like Darwin's' theory was definitely at work there. It's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of - cops bring the bomb (or "suspicious device") into the bank and employees are still in the building?
What f***ing idiots! Any 3rd grader knows you don't just pick the (thing) up and carry it somewhere.

Yippee! Gas prices are down! Now we can all dust off our gas-guzzling pick-ups and SUVs and get 'em back on the road.
We sure don't need to use any of those sissy gas-conserving driving habits either.

This week's letter of the week comes from local business owner Christy Nickey whose store was recently burglarized. She reminds us to all be vigilant in policing our local neighborhoods to keep Central Oregon a safe place to live, work, and do business - a great thought as tough economic times tend to bring out the worst in some people. Thanks for the letter Christy, you can stop by to pick up your prize for this week's LOW, a pint glass from the Old Mill and a cold beverage to fill it.
 
My store was broken into last Friday night. Despite a decent amount of shattered glass, a kicked-in door and a most unpleasant phone call at 1:30 in the morning, the Cosmic Depot has survived unscathed, as happy and wonderful a place as it has ever been. My first reaction at the scene of the crime was sheer gratitude that not much was stolen; there was only a mess to clean up and no one was hurt. I love to make things pretty, so rising to the challenge was easy. Sometimes the world gives you lemons. I say make big, badass, beautiful security doors out of them. Don't get mad; get on with it.