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With committees ready to hear bills and legislative priorities taking shape, the 2025 Regular Session is off to a productive start.
The 2025 legislative session got off to a fast start. By the end of the session’s third day more than 200 bills had been introduced.
Letters to the Editor on any subject are welcome. Letters written under the following guidelines will be considered for publication: Letters to the Editor are considered for publication on any topic, written in 300 words or less, including name, phone number and city of residence of the writer for verification purposes. Phone numbers will NOT be printed in the newspaper or on the Star Herald website.
I don’t care who is being sworn in—I absolutely love everything about the presidential inauguration.
I don’t know if something is up with Facebook or it is just my rugged good looks but I had like 17 friend requests this morning. And they weren’t all from naked women in Russia or 20 year old men in Turkey. They were actual people nearby. This so makes up for all those times in school when I was picked last for dodgeball...
We are dealing with frigid temperatures here in NEA, and while it can be uncomfortable and a pain to endure, we are fortunate.
Mike has a little John Deere lunchbox full of pictures. He’s had it ever since I’ve known him. It has photos with fish, him on motorcycles, pics with grandparents, etc. It’s just always been around. That is until he decided he wanted it about 3 weeks ago. Then it’s no where to be found. We looked everywhere. Tore both closets apart. Under beds. Misc drawers. No lunchbox. Then at 2am this morning I sat straight up in bed and said “I know where your lunch box is. It’s in the spare bedroom in the corner. In a hat box with a paper machete rabbit sitting on it.” Want to talk about scaring a man? I don’t think he’s worried about his pictures anymore.
The image of a child proudly carrying a lunchbox with their favorite cartoon character is a quintessential piece of American nostalgia. These days, however, the act of bringing a packed lunch has evolved from an occasional privilege to a daily routine for many students. But why the shift? Are school cafeteria options falling short, or are kids just too accustomed to snack foods and fast food? Or is it allergies? Moms don’t come for me; these are legitimate questions.