My little grandson just loves that little shallow area there.

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

I would hate to see a tree come down on a little kid ---- a little child ---- all because we didn't make the right choice up here.

We need an up-to-date review. What went on two years ago is different than what's going on today.

Our own people are going to other cities because we can't provide our own fields.

We need an image change in our community here. If we don't build this today, in the future it'll cost us even more.