LETTERS: June 11, 2008

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June 10, 2008 04:49 pm

— Reader: Don’t forget Westhaven

As an American, former military wife, military mother and grandmother, I was very upset, embarrassed, angry and ashamed when my family, friends and I went to West Haven Cemetery on Memorial Day to visit our service men and women, our heroes, to find there was not even a flag on the flag pole. The only flags to be seen were there, because of loved ones.
There was not one uniform to be seen, not one prayer to be prayed except for the few of us that truly cared. It is as if West Haven no longer exists to anyone except to those of us who have loved ones buried there. We no longer have an office there that we can go to if we have questions to be answered or to get information, because it has been moved out of reach.
There were services being shown on television and in newspapers for every other cemetery except West Haven.
Why were we the forgotten ones?
I do not know about you, but we too have heroes and loved ones that we are proud of.
I just needed to say that they did not forget you while fighting and dying to protect us, so why are they being ignored now?
I can only hope that next year someone has the insight to remember all of our heroes, not just a chosen few.
— Mary J. Cochran, Floyd County

NA gives former resident the bluesi

I was born and raised in New Albany. Graduated from New Albany High School in 1953 and I have been away since 1984 but when I go back to my hometown I am totally depressed. I see things from my memory that have not changed. I read about developers that want to come in and help build a prosperous town but repeatedly the Council and Mayor continue to turn down innovation.
Is there some type of depression over this city? Why do you people continue to become a ghost town?
The politics in this city is poor at best. When will you people ever grow up? Please send this to the City Council.
— Jack D. Scharlow, Morgantown, Ky.

He couldn’t believe his eyes

While at Zesto’s on Charlestown Road recently, I saw an SUV pull up and the mother get out, with cigarette, and toss it on the asphalt driveway. The son, five or six years old, emerges and picks up the cigarette and begins to stub it out on the pavement. He rubs it back and forth on the pavement and stubs it again and again. Then he lays it down and walks over to get his drink.
I wish I had my video camera. No words were spoken.
The mother trashes and the son cleans up. It’s the new age.
— Jamey Aebersold, New Albany