Sunday, December 24, 2017 1:00 am
Letters to the editor
A Thanksgiving miracle at the soup kitchen
The St. Mary's Soup Kitchen Thanksgiving dinner was again a wonderful success. More than 1,900 pounds of turkey was prepared, along with dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes, green beans, and cranberries. We were short on desserts. We asked, and people of Fort Wayne donated, for a Thanksgiving miracle.
We served about 928 meals in the dining room, and 931 carryout meals. More than 250 volunteers assisted in the setup, serving and cleanup.
As chairman of this event, I would like thank the Fort Wayne community, Pepsi Co, Sun King Ice Co, Kelly Box Company, the schools, the many individuals who made donations and all the volunteers who helped make this dinner possible.
Thank you, thank you, Fort Wayne.
North River transaction a squandered opportunity
Now comes a local family with a net worth reported to be in the neighborhood of $1 billion, owning a nasty piece of dirt, badly contaminated by decades of industrial use.
In 10 years of trying, the only potential purchaser of this property is the City of Fort Wayne. No other sane person or entity would touch this property with a 10-foot pole but, alas, our city covets this property due to its location and proximity to future downtown development. And maybe that is a sound position.
Unfortunately, having spent months in its acquisition, everyone involved looks very bad.
From the cheap seats: Why wouldn't a wealthy family donate this land to a local charity and take a charity deduction for tax purposes? There are many needs in our community for the less advantaged among us, including the Rescue Mission, which needs a new home. The city then purchase the land from that entity and everyone could emerge from this transaction smelling like a rose.
Does $4 million really mean anything material to the Rifkin family? I think not. Everybody missed an opportunity to do better for the community.
Unchurched little girl misled on Christmas
On the Dec. 15 Opinion page, I read a truly sad piece about Christmas. It was by Jessica Grose, titled “The Santa Incident.” The promise this couple made to each other to discuss religion after having children went out the window. She is Jewish, her husband is a less-than-lukewarm Christian, and their 4-year-old daughter wanted the truth about Santa. The author goes on to tell that her husband is mad that the truth was told, so Santa is now “magic.” They put up a Christmas tree, give gifts, light the Hanukkah candles but don't really have a faith tradition.
Well, Christmas isn't about shopping for gifts or trees or candles or Santa. It's the celebration of the birth of the Messiah (which the Jews still don't accept). It's the love of the savior who died on the cross for our sins and who will come again. I feel so sorry for that little girl.
Suing manufacturers is a legal non-starter
The city of Fort Wayne is pursuing a lawsuit against opiate manufacturers because of illegal abuse. I really don't see how a drug manufacturer can be held responsible for what happens to these drugs once they leave the pharmacy.
If people are selling or abusing their drugs, that's on them. Because of the few pain management doctors who abused their power (and lost their license) by overprescribing drugs, some reputable doctors (including my pain management doctor) are randomly calling patients in to ensure the right amount of a perscribed narcotic is in the patient's system. If the test doesn't match the traceable amount in your system, the doctor immediately drops the patient. Obviously, there are physicians out there who still don't test patients. If they did, much of this abuse would cease. The abusers would be shut off.
So why don't we sue the cartels for bringing in cocaine and crack or heroin distributors from Afghanistan and India, where most opium poppies are grown? Or the farmers who grow and harvest it? Because that doesn't make sense either.
Kindness begets kindness for restaurant patrons
My wife and I had lunch at Cosmos on Lima Road on Dec. 16. While we were eating, a young man with his daughter passed by. I made eye contact, and he said “Merry Christmas,” to which I returned his greeting. Later the waitress came to our table and told us that the young fellow paid our check, but she waited until he left so he could remain anonymous, as was his wish.
I have no way to thank him, except by this public acknowledgement. So, many thanks. You gave us the greatest gift possible. Your kindness was worth much more than the purchase. I will honor your kind spirit in the only way I can think of – by passing your gift on.
WALTER and BETSY MARTINY