Talk of the County
February 14, 2013 5:20PM
Updated: April 16, 2013 1:51AM
Pick it up a notch
Regarding the village of Antioch streets. I don’t know what happened this last year, but the Public Works Department needs to pick it up a couple of notches. Our roads this last week were terrible. School buses couldn’t get through the neighborhoods and it was a real mess. Someone needs to probably make some adjustments.
No plea deal
I read in the paper about a guy that killed his 4-month-old daughter and we’re talking about a plea deal with this guy. What is the matter with this country?
To the mayor of Winthrop Harbor and your street department superintendent: You should be awfully ashamed of yourselves for the lousy job you did with this snow removal from this past snowstorm. I work in this stuff and I do it for a living, and your roads look horrible. You should be real proud of yourself. Haven’t you ever heard of salt or chloride?
The mayor of Zion should be embarrassed that people have to drive down their streets. All the other city streets are clean. Zion should be ashamed. The conditions of the streets are going to be the cause of someone getting into a serious accident.
Christmas lights out
Spring is in the air so get those Christmas decorations down.
I’m sorry to tell the Medicare recipient that Medicare has nothing to do with Obamacare. My mother had a stroke in 1981 and her Medicare gave her so many days that she could stay in the hospital, recovered or not from her stroke. These have been the rules of Medicare for over 20 years. Medicare is billed first as your main insurance, then comes your other insurance. Quit blaming the president because it’s not true.
I just want to really congratulate the Waukegan Street Department. After that big snowstorm, our streets are so nice and clear. It’s just fabulous. You won’t see that in any other town. Congratulations and kudos to Waukegan Street Department.
Integration in the ’30s
In a recent column, Dan Moran said Waukegan schools were not integrated until 1968. I beg to differ. In my class during the 1930s at McAlister School, now the Carman-Buckner, there were black students, Mexicans, Swedes, Finns, Slovenians and Armenians. How much more integrated could you get? We were a melting pot resembling our South Side neighborhood as were other schools in that area.