The Manchester Stories Archives
It may seem early, but as Presidential candidates begin to descend upon New Hampshire in ever increasing numbers, the spectacular NH Institute of Politics at St. Anselm College becomes an important cog in the wheel that is the Presidential Primary. What very few of those Presidential candidates know, however, is that the NHIOP – this
Nothing like a little city driving to put the hyper in hypertension. Yup, nothing like five or six leisurely hours behind the wheel – let’s say on South Willow Street – to pump your diastolic pressure into triple digits, after which you won’t need Mr. Goodwrench to by-pass the carburetor and shift the internal combustion
I read somewhere that good writers borrow but great writers steal, so, purely in the interest of advancing my career, I feel totally comfortable – not to mention upwardly-mobile – in saying that now is the winter of our discontent.
Tucked away on a short, dead-end stretch of Reed Street on Manchester’s West Side, there is an unusual —some would say extraordinary – token of affection from the people of France.
Having given the matter several days of deep thought, I have concluded that there simply aren’t a lot of Famous Doors in the world unless you count Jim Morrison who, when last we checked, was dead.
As citizens of the world, we are all heavily indebted to the people of Greece for things like culture, democracy and lamb kabobs, although personally, I am not yet ready to forgive them for the Pythagorean theorem.
‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through downtown, Not a creature was stirring, Elm Street was shut down. Oh, the road? Sure it’s open – try to cross if you dare – But most of the widows and store fronts are bare.
So you think you know Manchester? We shall see. Herewith, a 10-question Manchester trivia test (although I will admit that some of the questions are as much minutiae as trivia). Some of the answers are painfully obvious, others can be sussed out pretty easily and still others are just plain old stinkers).
Because of my romantic fixation upon the city of my birth, I have a glorious photograph of the Millyard in my bedroom. The photo was taken by Randolph Langenbach, who used his camera in collaboration with historian Tamara Hareven, the result being a book called “Amoskeag: Life and Work in an American Factory City.”
Did you ever wonder why we’re here? Not here on Earth. I’ll leave that question to deep thinkers, the major Greek philosophers like Aristotle. And Sophocles. And George Copadis. I mean did you ever wonder why we’re here in Manchester?