When Ed Keens thinks of castles, he thinks of home — and not in a house-is-his-castle way, but in an honest-to-goodness-Game-of-Thrones-castle way.
When you draw the letter K you probably start with a simple vertical line. Somewhere near the midpoint of that line you then draw two more lines, one rising diagonally upwards towards the top and the other descending diagonally towards the bottom. According to some economists, these two diverging lines represent the two distinct recovery trends that are simultaneously occurring right now as our economy struggles to regain its footing.
The candidates campaigning for the three city council seats up for election on Nov. 3 participated in a virtual forum Wednesday night – the second such event this month involving all five candidates. Two incumbents, Mayor Deanna Reed (D) and George Hirschmann (I), and three first-time candidates, Democrats Laura Dent and Charles Hendricks, plus Republican Kathleen Kelley, largely agreed on topics ranging from how to help low-income residents in Harrisonburg to transportation priorities.
With no good solution in sight to the challenges that have faced Harrisonburg’s – and pretty much every other community’s – recycling program, the city will enact a new solid waste management fee structure effective Jan. 1, 2021. For many city residents, it will actually result in modestly lower payments, with the current $15-per-month solid waste management fee falling to $11 per month.
The waning days of the year offer an opportunity for reflection — a quick check of what happened in the previous 12 months and how the community changed for better or worse. Of all the stories The Citizen published in 2019, these were the most shared, read and buzzed-about of the year.
Chris Barcomb wrote the “extreme” page of his high school yearbook — metaphorically and literally.
In the summer of 2015, days before I moved away to Brazil, I took my son and went to say goodbye to my grandparents. He was 1. They were past 90. They saved him packs of cookies from the retirement home cafeteria, and I let him eat all he could because it made both parties so happy. After a hug and goodbye, as I closed their apartment door, I wondered whether it might be the last time I’d see either of them. They seemed healthy enough, but past 90 is past 90. And as it turned out, Grandpa had less than two months left.
Shrieks filled the air as night finally fell on Fear Forest, a local haunted attraction near Cross Keys. As the last of the ghouls filed in under the enormous skull that serves as the Forest entrance, a line of customers began to form, eager for the all-in-good-fun terror that awaited them.