Public ceremonies like this one don’t always make the evening news. But they should. They are checkpoints in the life of a department that few of us notice until a siren wails down our street or a medic kneels over a loved one.
In Milwaukee, people struggling with addiction or mental illness weren’t being cycled through ERs or dumped onto downtown sidewalks. Instead, they had real places to go, real people to meet them, real pathways to stability. That shift gave residents confidence to come back.
By Howie Hanson DULUTH — Boys soccer opens the prep sports season today across the Northland, with four Duluth-area programs taking the field. Duluth East, Grand Rapids, Proctor and Duluth Marshall each host nonconference matchups to start their fall seasons. No football, girls soccer or volleyball contests are scheduled locally today,
The newly renovated Renee Kathy Van Nett Pavilion was built for nights like this. On Tuesday, the gentle slopes of the hillside became an amphitheater, the legacy pavilion framed the stage, and hundreds of Duluthians — families, neighbors, and friends — gathered for a free Music in the Park concert that felt
I’ve seen enough of these USA Hockey Olympic rosters to know the ending before the credits roll. Forty-four names were dropped Tuesday for what they’re calling an “orientation camp” in Plymouth. Translation: a few days in a hotel ballroom, no ice, no sticks, just endless PowerPoint slides and
“LiveWell provides free activities to community members with the idea of improving well-being while building connections between people and the outdoors,” said Lynn Goerdt, a social worker and coordinator of LiveWell at UW-Superior.
The Chamber will recognize award winners for contributions to the organization and the local business community.
Silence is the danger here. Duluth is a city where speaking the truth gets you branded an alarmist. Shut up, smile and nod along while your neighbors drown. That’s how the people in power like it. Just the steady rhythm of their Friday checks clearing while the walls cave in around everyone else.
Hubert Humphrey wouldn’t mince words. He’d say: Don’t forget them. Don’t forget the little guy. Don’t forget the people who don’t have lobbyists, who don’t have PACs, who don’t write $5,000 checks at fundraisers. Don’t forget the seniors who built our towns and now count pills at the kitchen table.
