JACKPOT? NO WAY
“That’s How We Rolled” (November 10) appeared to me to be an irresponsible sales pitch for destination resort casinos. Dress ’em up any way you want, but a casino is a casino. At their heart is the slot machine, a product of our computer age, designed to be highly addictive. Many, many lives are ruined by slot machines. Just read Why Casinos Matter, an online report by the Institute for American Values. What is truly diabolical is that state governments have been partnering with these addiction factories to “boost” our economy and raise revenues. There isn’t a town out there that’s hurting financially that wouldn’t mind a nice high-end resort to help its tax base. The reality is that for these destination resort casinos, the spas, the world-class restaurants, the concert venues, even the hiking trails are funded by slot machines. Much of the purpose of this window dressing is to attract folks there to gamble. Because a casino can charge less for concerts, hotel rooms, and restaurants, and because they can even give them out for free along with alcoholic beverages as coupons for gambling, casinos undercut other businesses and leave a trail of empty storefronts. The only reason casinos are popping up like mushrooms is because our government has failed us at the local, state, and national level in promoting real, sane, decent economic development.
Quaboag Valley Against Casinos
Finally a column about the entertainment value of a casino and the options that are available. So many of the posters on the Globe are consumed with the negatives and never even consider the options besides gambling.
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Thank you to Mayor Menino for his wonderful essay, “They Have to Trust You, and You Have to Trust Them” (Perspective, November 10). It should be required reading for all the mayors and city and town officials throughout the Commonwealth and beyond. Menino exemplifies what “government by the people, for the people” is all about. When I was one of the privileged people working for the Massachusetts Department of Agricultural Resources helping cities and towns establish their farmers’ markets, he spearheaded the City Hall farmers’ market as well as all the other neighborhood farmers’ markets in Boston. With his support, these markets have provided expanded opportunities for hundreds of farmers and ready access to locally grown fresh produce for residents. Many thanks to Mayor Menino and best of wishes for whatever he does next.
Mr. Mayor, this strikes me as a fair and balanced accounting of the work you’ve done. Hopefully, Marty Walsh will keep up the good work you propagated as “urban mechanic.” Being mayor of a great city like Boston starts with a clean and safe environment, and from this perspective, your ability to routinely take note of the environmental details — around the entire city — and your insistence that issues be promptly addressed was one of your greatest strengths. And a sincere “thank you” from all of us who have benefited by the political courage you showed in not allowing your office, stature, and personal beliefs to be trumped by a few misguided leaders in South Boston who will, one day, come to regret the position they took in not permitting gay people to participate in a “private” parade.
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While it’s important for one’s humility to never forget where you came from, it is essential for a city to have a mayor with a clear vision of where the future is moving, so he can lead meaningful change, better position the city and its people for prosperity, and afford an improved quality of life to all its citizens.
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In “Tales From the City” (November 10), a dad finds it humorous that his daughter is throwing rocks at a beehive. It is a “bad idea,” not because the bees may get angry and come after her, but because he is missing a great opportunity to teach compassion toward other creatures. How is it ever OK to throw rocks at another living being?
What a touching story Commander J.R. Anderson told about the first time he visited Fenway Park with his 10-year-old son (Connections, November 3). As a father, I share the regret he felt in sometimes being away from his children for far too long. However, I share, too, the delight he felt in happening upon an unexpected way to renew the bond of love.
Thank you to Commander Anderson for sharing his wonderful Fenway experience. On behalf of all of the other readers, who I’m confident also enjoyed reading about it, thank you for your service.
Paul J. Connolly
In June 1974, I took my sons, ages 9 and 7, to their first game at Fenway Park. We were sitting in the third-base grandstand during batting practice and a ball was hit toward us. I thought the ball would fall in front of us, but it was hit very hard and rose and struck my older son on the knee. He was carried to the infirmary and examined by a doctor, who reassured us that a bruise would be the only result. My son was given an autographed baseball, but the ball that hit him was never recovered, at least by us. To this day, my son has a distant attitude toward baseball.
My mother just passed away at 90. As I was writing her eulogy, I realized that one of the gifts she gave her children and grandchildren was of being present. It is the greatest gift of all.
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