110 YEARS AGO: The death of Newton Emmons occurred at a few minutes before 12 o’clock on the night of Tuesday, January 18 at the home of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lester F. Emmons on the Emmons homestead about three miles east of this city. Mr. Emmons was born in the city of Oneonta on January 13, 1870...…
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The White House explained that the withdrawals “will end American taxpayer funding and involvement in entities that advance globalist agendas over U.S. priorities” or that are ineffective.…
More than 500 U.S. counties across 46 states are federally designated veterinary shortage areas. Just 1.3 percent of registered veterinarians specialize in food animal practice. This frontline workforce is fraying at a time when U.S. farms produce over 94 percent of all red meat and poultry Americans consume.…
As vaccination rates decline nationally, that risk is greater this year than any in recent memory. That's why, now more than ever, Americans must make informed choices to keep themselves and their families healthy.…
Economists had enthusiastically lauded the virtues of capitalism in the first decades of the 20th century. But the onset of the Great Depression in 1929, and the total collapse of the economy and human suffering that went with it, called into question whether capitalism could still deliver the goods for the benefit of all.…
For more than 55 years, Cooperstown Concerts has been a proud part of the local arts scene. Our small, independent, all-volunteer 501c3 nonprofit has remained steadfast in our mission to foster community, celebrate diversity and promote cultural growth through live music performances.…
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110 YEARS AGO: The Reformed Smoker (Poetry)—“Father on the first quit smoking; now the household has the grumps. There’s naught of mirth or joking; everybody’s in the dumps. We can see Dad gamely trying to be of the higher type; we can hear him softly sighing as he eyes his old clay pipe. We approve good resolutions...…
I just finished reading Richard DeRosa’s “Hawthorn Hill Journal” and found myself smiling as he captured the fear that grips anyone who chooses to step “into the arena,” to borrow from Teddy Roosevelt.…
Over the years I’ve written on a very wide variety of topics, from the mesmerizing experience of locking eyes with a butterfly, to sharing thoughts on the state and condition of political discourse. With respect to the latter, there seems to be less discourse and more digging into ideological foxholes, which never ever leads to any good for the commonwealth.…
