Sometimes, it’s the little things that count. Sometimes, the little things are what bring joy and pleasure.
That’s especially true during this pandemic and the recent uprising over police brutality and racial inequality, as overdue and as hope-inspiring as it is. (Did they have to happen at the same time, especially as protesting could be dangerous, even lethal, with COVID-19 in the air?)
There’s been an enormous amount of discussion throughout the country about whether states should enforce strict measures for wearing masks to slow the spread of COVID-19. Mask wearing enforcement can be so intense that some health officials quit their jobs after receiving threats from the public.
Americans clearly feel they have a right to say “no mask for me,” as we see people of all ages and political beliefs go maskless in social situations.
Our walking tour of Claremont continues. In part one, we started at the Depot, zig-zagged our way through the east Village, and explored the west Village, ending at The Packing House on First Street. Part two begins there. Cross First Street and proceed north on Oberlin.
This is an experience I had to share. I’m leaving LA for work in Virginia when I know everyone I’m going to see has one thing on their mind…am I healthy? To squash all those thoughts and give people peace of mind I decided to take a COVID-19 test.
Upon taking the test I realized there are a lot of misconceptions about how it works.
My life has been made up of stories. As a small child I sat under the ironing board while Sirreaner ironed and told me stories of her life and answered all my nosy questions about sex and growing up. I felt safe and captivated by the descriptions that only she would share with me.
My mother told me stories about her life growing up in pre-WWII New York in an indulged home cared for by a nasty governess. Her stories reminded me of scary fairy tales with mean witches and a rigid set of rules and punishments.
My name is Rolondo Talbott and I am a member of the Claremont Police Commission. Just like many of you, these past several weeks have proven to be trying and emotional as I grapple with the senseless murder of George Floyd, and those before and after, whose lives ended tragically at the hands of police officers. I say unequivocally and without hesitation or mental reservation that All Black Lives Matter—I matter.
My father once told me you really get to know someone not when times are good, but during times of challenge. That’s certainly the case with the COURIER, as readers continue to subscribe, advertise and donate in support of our local news coverage. It’s been quite telling to see the depth in which supporters choose to help.
On June 2, Claremont Unified School District Superintendent Jim Elsasser sent a note to all district families that provided a cautionary glimpse into the future.
He wrote, “Simply put, we are told we could be facing the largest cut to education funding in a single year in the history of California.” There may be more government funding on the horizon to offset the cuts, but this is also an opportunity for our community to get involved.