Fix the roads first
Well, Traverse City's Downtown Development Authority is doing it again!
Good tax base, no doubt, more money for things we don't need.
Never mind the reason so many tourists come here, those great little art, antique and eclectic shops. We need another hotel, never mind we can't fill those we have or the empty office buildings.
How about fix the roads first, find a way to get the traffic flowing. What happened to the bypass and how much did all those studies cost? Now they want more.
The DDA should ask the community what they want; they might be surprised.
Amy Dayton
Traverse City
Get the name right
It is always sad when an attempt to be witty and intelligent, such as "Politically Correct" liberal's (Aug. 18), falls flat. It is especially gruesome when PC liberal was attempting to use a quotation to label others stupid or ignorant when the tables turn through his own lack of knowledge. PC liberal attempts to show erudition by quoting some person he identifies as John Stuart Mills, whoever that is.
Perhaps the PC liberal meant John Stuart Mill (1806-73), English liberal political theorist, social philosopher, part-time economist and raging Victorian moralist who liberally borrowed ideas from English empiricists Hume, Bentham, Locke, and Berkeley, among others.
Beware PC liberal before your next letter to the editor, learn those facts. After all, General Mills is not a decorated war hero, or a cereal killer for that matter.
And yes, I suppose I could be considered as one of those stupidly ignorant people of conservative leaning.
Dennis K. Taylor
Traverse City
Laughter therapy
The overwhelming rapid changes and pressures in our mode of living have a tendency to confuse and unnerve us, making us feel edgy and uptight.
We are living in a world that is in a hurry. The Bible tells us there is a time to laugh. It says, "A merry heart does us good like medicine."
The many strained and drawn faces one sees these days are a sure sign that many of us are taking life too seriously. We need to take time to let the rich joy of life pour itself out.
We once had a neighbor, Fred, who had a delightful habit of whistling as he worked in his garden -- a most pleasant sound. It was quite evident that he enjoyed life.
While living in Lansing, I enjoyed going to the Farmers' Market. I especially enjoyed hearing the hearty laugh of the fellow who served the meat booth. There is healing in laughter.
Modern life is hurried and hectic in pace. People need release from nagging worries and tensions that have tied them in emotional knots. The angels of our better natures are often in eclipse. We need the therapy of laughter.
John Myette
Traverse City
