Hoedads to Congrats in Letters
Hoedad Proud Landing an interview with a Nobel Prize laureate within days after the prize is announced is an amazing feat for any reporter (“Hoedad … Continue reading
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From Stolen Cars to the Election in Letters
A Happy Ending I wish to acknowledge the help I received recently when my car was stolen from my apartment. After reporting my loss to … Continue reading
From Bikes Downtown to the Election in Letters
Sights and Sounds of Critical Mass Have to give a shout out to the riders of the brightly lit Friday night bike brigade down West … Continue reading
Letters to the Editor
The Lingering Hazards of Football In your August 29 Slant note, I believe your use of the term “gladiators” in football was extremely relevant, as … Continue reading
From Pregnancy at LCC to Gerrymandering in Letters
LCC Responds As a college community dedicated to upholding the dignity of all students, Lane Community College wants to address Eugene Weekly’s Sept. 12 article … Continue reading
From Charter Changes to Trump in Letters
Just Vote ‘No’ In response to the Stan Long letter (“Ironies Abound,” EW, 9/5), Lane County voters must pay extra attention. Long puts a false … Continue reading
From Orange Cats to PVC Pipes in Letters
Ode to Orange Cat For the past three summers, I had a four-legged visitor at my house, and my neighbors had the same visitor at … Continue reading
From MAGA to Horse Puckey in Letters to the Editor
MAGA Tactics I wholly concur with Deb McGee’s letter (“MAGA and the County Charter,” EW, 8/15) and Bentley Freeman’s story (“It’s Bullshit,” EW, 8/22) regarding … Continue reading
Letters to the Editor
Help the Ferals Lane County has a terrible cat overpopulation problem. Rescues and shelters are full and struggling to do all they can. Yes, the … Continue reading
From Gerrymandering to Loud Classical Music in Letters
The Power of Three? At the start of the Lane County Commission meeting, to vote on a last-minute proposal from a private law firm, Commissioner … Continue reading