Reflection on Board vote to support 2nd Amedment
Tuesday’s meeting of the Board of Supervisors featuring Supervisor Roger Gitlin’s Resolution No. 2013, the solicitation of official Del Norte County support for the 2nd Amendment, evoked memories of recent local “Save Our Hospital” rallies wherein local citizens have rallied in large numbers to a perceived threat to a highly valued aspect of our community consciousness.
Attendance was standing-room-only as speakers queued up to the podium to share their impassioned support of the resolution to preserve our rights to bear arms, as propounded by the 2nd Amendment.
The lone dissenter questioned the necessity and advisability of the resolution by poking Mr. Gitlin in the eye with his implied suggestion that it was conceived as a political tool to be used against any of Supervisor Gitlin’s opponents, whomever that might be. That implication in itself, relying as it does solely on conjecture and convoluted logic, seems to me to be an attempt to blunt the effect of the resolution and an affront to Supervisor Gitlin.
Supervisor Martha McClure’s admission of being a member of the American gun culture by stating she has the dreaded G-things herself is somewhat akin to Sen. Feinstein’s recent admission to having possessed a CWC at one time herself. That seems a frail effort to present a much broader view than us ordinary gun-toters in that they have a broader perspective of it all by at once being one of us while owning the broader view of seeing the need for ever- tighter controls.
Supervisor McClure’s wriggling out of the position of simply taking a forthright position of support for the 2nd Amendment by claiming such action constitutes “cherry-picking” the amendments is paper thin and her position on the fence advisedly unstable; remember Humpty Dumpty sat atop a wall.
Patriots to fend off military when Obama orders attack
It would have been nice to see a picture or a mention of Steve Berg’s performance at DNACA’s fundraiser along with the other photos (“The Locals,” Feb. 26). Steve is a Del Norte musical icon, known by many, loved by several.
It’s too bad he didn’t get to join in the last number with what I call the Addie Meedom House Bearded Men’s Chorus. He would have added some youthful verve.
But I did appreciate the news of Roger Gitlin’s edifying resolution to support the Second Amendment to protect ourselves against a tyrannical government run amok (“Gun-rights resolution goes before supervisors,” Feb. 26).
When President Obama’s secret plan to destroy America is revealed, Mr. Gitlin and his fellow patriots will be there with their Cabela’s camos and their 30-round clips to hold off the Army, the Navy, the Air Force and the Marines.
This is America — where small minds can still dream big.
Roger Vance, Crescent City
Editor’s note: A photo of Steve Berg appeared in a Feb. 14 preview story, “Event features six local acts.”
People must not be silent about assault on freedoms
A public thanks to the supervisors of Del Norte County who voted to pass a resolution in support of the Second Amendment to the United States Constitution, and a special thanks to Supervisor Roger Gitlin, who introduced the motion.
Many local citizens attended the board meeting to voice their concerns of government attempts to curtail
individuals’ right of gun ownership. Some took the position of “what’s the point?” They seemed to believe amendments to the Constitution are unassailable and will stand without our support.
Nothing could be further from the truth. When we the people remain silent as the government grows stronger to suppress and control, our freedoms will certainly suffer. If the resolution only serves as a message to the powers that be, a statement, “We will not relent,” in the defense of our freedoms, then it is of immense importance.
Again, thanks to our local leaders who discarded personal bias, if having any, and listened to the voices of their constituents. You have demonstrated democracy is practiced in our county even though it is under assault in our country.
Steve O’Dell, Crescent City
Crime seem to be more prevalent in Del Norte
I have lived in Del Norte County since 1960 and worked here for almost 40 years. It was such a wonderful place to be in until all this crime and corruption started. I can’t say when, but I believe it has been going on for quite some time now.
If you read the Triplicate, you will see what I mean. Read the police and sheriff logs, not to mention News of Record. I know that these crimes go on everywhere, but it appears to be so widespread in this small county.
Which brings up another topic I would like to speak about. After dark if you happen to be in the city limits, it is quite bright with all the street lights on. However, if you are outside those limits, it is quite the opposite. The county streets have no lights and most of them are so dark you can hardly see anything.
Maybe it is a coincidence, but it appears that most of the burglaries and car break-ins, etc., happen outside of the city limits. To me it appears that the city is more financially stable than the county.
What do ya’ll think?
Georgina Larsen, Crescent City
Real story of steer that survived flood of 1964
Regarding my Feb. 12 Coastal Voices piece, I would like to make a correction to the headline, “The real story about tsunami-swept steer.”
The steer did not survive the tsunami of 1964, but did survive the flood that happened in December of 1964. Both were equally devastating, but he did live in Klamath, which was completely destroyed by the flood.
Larry Bush, Tillamook, Ore.
Services are available or veterans and their family
If you are a veteran, the spouse, widow/widower, or the child of a veteran and need assistance with VA benefits, or VA-provided health care, the Disabled American Veterans organization is here to assist you free of charge.
You do not have to be a member of the DAV to receive our assistance. We are veterans service officers that are trained and certified yearly by the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs and bonded by the Disabled American Veterans. We can assist veterans and their families anywhere regardless of the state they live in, where they receive their VA health care, or where their claims are being processed.
CC’s isolated hospital should not be downsized
Sutter Health’s decision to regionalize (taking ownership of our hospital) would make it easier to turn our hospital into a critical care hospital, and that would be a very bad decision for our community.
Down-sizing to a critical care hospital would be particularly difficult for the needs of our elderly and low-income, especially if transported out of our area.
Crescent City is isolated and needs more and better health care.
Sutter Health as a not-for-profit organization should be concerned more about us and our health care than more profit for itself. Its decision to regionalize is really about money, not health care!
Jackie Simonsen, Crescent City
Grave concerns about hospital regionalization
The talk of “regionalization” and turning Sutter Coast Hospital into a critical access designation is alarming to people living in Del Norte and Curry counties.
Our grave concerns are for the following reasons:
• Reducing the number of beds to 25 (actually 22) would result in patients being transferred to hospitals in San Francisco and elsewhere that would be miles away.
Odd that American Indian Warrior mascot off limits
I hope we can chose a new inspiring mascot we can identify with while instilling pride and unity.
Sometimes an obvious identification is rightfully rejected because of the negative connotations that come with it. Germantown, Penn., is a good example. Some years ago, it banned all references to American Indians among its district schools. In response, it is notable that although the Germantown name has a natural affiliation, no mascot was chosen such as: Nazis, Jackboots, Storm Troopers, Brown Shirts, SS, or Gestapo.
We would be outraged to have our team called by any of those names. And rightfully so. It just seems odd to me that our American Indian Warrior mascot must be placed among the do-not-use list along with those names that provoke disgust or shame.
All this politically correct progressiveness first came to my attention in the ’70s when Stanford University decided it was offensive to have an American Indian as a mascot. A tsunami of the perpetually aggrieved seemed to follow, determined to set straight the minds of all those who caused offense, as long as they could decide the terms, define the words and be the arbiters of what could and could not be allowed to stand.
I am Irish, though not Catholic, but identify with the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame football. The desire to avoid all offense can get ridiculous though. We already have the Santa Cruz Banana Slugs. A new school in Canyon, Utah, was turned down for the selection of a cougar as a mascot. It might offend mature women. Maybe we should target Crescent Elk next.
Many of the athletes in our community, seeking a source of pride, not mockery or derision, have American Indian motifs on their letterman’s, not some insipid flaming W.
Reasons why hospital should remain as it is
Sutter Coast Hospital should stay as it is, not be made into just a critical care center. My husband and I retired to Crescent City in 1998 from Sacramento, and the one thing we looked for was a decent hospital in this area and some good doctors.
If our hospital is not making enough money to suit the controllers in the Bay Area, they should sell it to Asante or another group that can make it
People in Crescent City cannot afford to travel to Eureka or Medford for care they cannot get from our local hospital.
Also, this hospital takes care of Pelican Bay prisoners when there is a knifing or something that cannot be handled there.
Just because this is a small county does not mean we don’t need a hospital that can accommodate its citizens.
In San Francisco and in Sacramento, they have so many hospitals a person has no worry about the care they receive.
We need our hospital and our doctors in this area.
Faye Daly, Crescent City
We were sold a bill of goods on treatment plant
I believe we were sold a bill of goods over our wastewater treatment plant all along. Now the city has to face facts and tell the users the truth. We were told that we had to build our high-tech plant vs. the low-tech plant using the old mill ponds behind Safeway.
Memories of Bobby Rice at Relay for Life event
Sometimes a brief snapshot can give you a measure of the color and depth of a life and how it shined. So it was with me and Bobby Rice on a Saturday night last July.
I was hobbling the high school track at the annual Relay For Life celebration on crutches with a torn MCL. It was several hours after sundown and the evening chill had set in. As I tried to knock out a few miles in my Mom’s memory, somewhere between my knee, missing my Mom and dwelling on some recent bumps in the road of my life, I got into one of those places where the rags of time are weighing kind of heavy.
It was in that frame of mind I found myself when all of a sudden I heard, “You better slow down Hopalong, you’re gonna burn up the track,” and turned to see Bobby Rice. He came up and put his hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye and asked how I was doing. I told him I was managing and was having a talk with my Mom, who I mentioned had brought me to this place seven years before, when she was passing up in Brookings. Bobby pointed out at all the people walking the track, silhouetted by the light and spirit of the luminaria, and asked me if I knew what kind of gift my Mom had given me in bringing me to this place. I told him I did.
He told me what a great place this was, how the people looked out for each other and what a “sense of community,” his words, there was in this small county. He talked a while longer about how much he loved this place and its people and then said he was going to leave me with Mom and go up around the bend.
It was one of those times when you needed a shot in the arm and a reason to believe, and Bobby Rice gave them to me that night.
Tribe shouldn't gamble away money with casino
I write this with a heavy heart. No, I am not distinguished to be a member of the Yurok Tribe, and with that said, sadly, many will dismiss my thoughts solely for that matter alone.
How can anyone of Yurok heritage actually believe the consultants who painted a rosy portrait of a hotel and casino in downtown Klamath, are giving them the real deal?
The region is already saturated with casinos in Elk Valley and Smith River. Why would someone drive to a remote area? The get-rich-now approach rather than sow the seeds to the future appears to command the money.
What about building a small sawmill and market “certified, sustainable” lumber? What about building a salmon aquaculture “fish factory” up in Terwer along the banks of the Klamath alongside a Yurok heritage “living museum”?
Many persons of foreign nations would love to see such sites on a tour of the redwood region.
How about building a mussel aquaculture “shellfish factory” near the mouth of the Klamath River? Tourists passing through would love to see such industry.
I was up on Vancouver Island where First Nations people have built time-share vacation rentals.
‘Call of Crescent City’ in warmth of the people
“The call of Crescent City,” Jan. 19, got me thinking. When my second husband died a year ago, I was living in Wilton, south of Sacramento. After a couple of months of successfully putting one foot in front of the other, I decided I would try to sell our four-bedroom home on five acres with a pond.
With divine intervention it sold for cash in a week for almost my asking price! Even though I thought I’d have a year before my home sold, I knew exactly where I’d go next — back to Crescent City!
I had moved to Del Norte County fresh out of college in Sacramento to begin my teaching career in 1976 at the age of 21. I drove along Pebble Beach Drive and said, “I can’t believe people are so lucky as to actually live here!” I knew not a soul, but my fellow teachers at Redwood School soon became family.
I met and married a wonderful man who was the father of my three sons. As years passed, we Redwood teachers taught each other’s children and loved them as our own.
Dave died in 1998, after we had been married 20 years. I was devastated, but being back in the classroom helped. I spent many recesses crying in the bathroom the rest of that school year.
I moved with my youngest son back to Sacramento, where my father and siblings still lived. I remarried, but for years, whenever we returned to Crescent City to visit, I’d cry as soon as I saw the ocean.