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Letters to the editor - 11/9

November 11, 2002

Nix the track; it will bring us only heartbreak



To the editor:


This place is actually "Piney Plains." Little Orleans, being about six miles farther south toward the Potomac River, is near our post office. Whatever the name, this small area, located east of Green Ridge and Town Hill Mountains, is truly "God's country."

My great-great-grandfather was the first Creek to purchase land in this plain, 1826 is noted on the deed. From that time until the present, five generations of Creeks have raised their families here, by farming, cutting timber and raising animals. All hard work. The fifth generation has now built five new homes in two years, hoping to raise their families on the original 200 acres. Yes, this has been "paradise." What now?

A proposed racetrack and gambling casinos! My forefathers never dreamed there would ever be a horse on these grounds, unless it was pulling a plow or giving a leisurely Sunday ride. Things will change drastically. Most importantly, our water table. What will happen when thousands of more gallons of water will be used per day, out of some of the same veins? We are one of the closest properties to the proposed location of the racetrack. One of our property lines ties into Mr. Rickman's line.

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What about the pollution from the millions of more cars a year, that will settle over our valley for our children to breathe?

Human nature, being as it is today, how long until hordes of people are hiking up and down the county road, past my grandchildren's homes? The children are from age 1 to age 13. Their carefree days of playing on the front lawns, hiking our trails through the woods, or sitting on our own porch in the dark, listening to the frogs on the pond, will be over with an influx of people all around us. How do we sort them out, from the normally good, to the perverts?

These are only a few of the things that will impact the lives of all those living in this area. If a racetrack must be built near the interstate, perhaps our representatives will make it possible for Rickman to buy a few hundred acres nearby, in the middle of Green Ridge State Forest, where no one but the animals will need to change their lives.

We have some of the folks who are still for the racetrack, thinking our community will become wealthy. With a few low-paying jobs, there wouldn't be enough money to feed the slot machines.

I close with an old adage, "You can't fight politics and money," but we can pray and make a difference.

Hazel M. Souders

Hancock




Prisons neglect aging inmates



To the editor:


The media of late have had plenty of reports about the rising cost of care for elderly prisoners, as well as the cost of treatment for those with HIV or AIDS.

The big questions are: What do we do with them? How does the Division of Correction and State of Maryland, facing huge budget deficits, maintain adequate prisoners health care as required by the United States Constitution?

They don't.

They cut corners and have so-called mishaps, such as the pharmacy failing to deliver critical medications for days and weeks at a time until an elderly prisoner dies of a heart attack for the medical departments' neglect or plain failure to help them.

Is this our civilized society's response to the budget deficit?

Anthony DiGiovanni

MCIH No. 215035 D-1-A-20

Hagerstown




A nation of greed



To the editor:


One nation under money with liberty and justice for all with money. If I were to write a holy book for modern America, it would begin with stuff begot stuff begot stuff begot greed begot greed begot stuff begot oppression begot ignorance begot hatred begot violence begot..

Help me out here. Where will this all end?

We have 52,000 fast-food restaurants for which to imbibe in your demise. You needn't even exit your 3,000 pound machine you've encased your fragile 300 pounds of flesh in. You needn't move an inch, we'll super-size it for 25 cents. And by your fifth meal here if in case your limbs are totally inert, we'll send it to you on a conveyor.

Part your lips with our wonderful, efficient no-fuss jaws of life and sustain your existence in this disposable world. Centuries later, if a sentient, intelligent species should tread the earth, they will pass by in their museums ancient remnants of the plastic age-met by an untimely death due to a lack of drinking oil. Georgie, we know how important the work you must do in Iraq is. You're a noble man fighting for a noble cause.

Alison Coffinbarger

Hagerstown

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