Dear Editor:

I completely agree with Glenn Lawson in his letter about Rockaway being dumped upon.

Vancouver, among many cities world-wide, has a city planner. Neither political party here has heard of such a thing, obviously, as whatever capricious move the feds, the state or the city itself decides is fitting at the moment, happens! Take for example, the monstrous rest room lifeguard contraptions on the boardwalk and 115th,  the fits and starts of berms and, now, from the Feds, the proposed

 Dear Editor:

 Good morning!  IT WAS NOT!  Tuesday September 7. We were already a little bummed out that our summer was over, save the lifeguards being on duty until Sunday September 12, thank goodness for that.

Then the bulldozers arrived. 8 a.m.  Unannounced. Started tearing apart and levelling the sand dunes and sand grass with extraordinary speed - center line 116th Street, then to the east and west.

Who told us? Why, or should I add, why weren't we forewarned? So much for democracy. Do

 Dear Editor:

(Sent to Gerald Walsh, CEO St John’s Episcopal Hospital)

I am writing this letter to acknowledge the incredible care I received at St John’s Episcopal Hospital’s Emergency Room. I had misfortune of taking a fall last week that required surgery to my arm to repair some tendon damage. After arriving home following the surgery, I had an allergic reaction to the anesthesia sending me into anaphylaxis shock. After several unsuccessful attempts to reach the Surgical Center Orvis and

 Dear Editor:

 Katie McFadden's eulogy (RT 9-2-21) was a beautiful, heartfelt tribute and celebration of her mother Patricia's life. The process of writing it, reminded me to be mindful of our present life and the people in it. Katie captured the essence of her mother’s life. I am sure it was cathartic for her as well as for the readers. I am a devotee of eulogies and obituaries having eulogized my father, mother, sister and brother. I have read the New York Times Book of the Dead. It is an

Dear Editor:

 One day last week, while waiting to cross at the corner outside of Pickles & Pies, a deranged homeless man attempted to attack

me for no reason whatsoever. I ran into the middle of the street waving my arms for someone to help me. No one did. The man proceeded to pick up a huge green garbage bin in front of Sweet Sixteen corner store and throw it at me.  I ran into Kings Pharmacy where I was told that "this goes on all day every day."  I understand why no one helped.  Fear

 Dear Editor:

Reading Kami-Leigh Agard’s heartfelt and thought-provoking column (“A Cure For Autism?”, 8/26) reminds me of why we as a community need voices like hers and designated columns in papers like yours.

A monolithic view that autism must be cured denies the complexity and variability of neurodiverse individuals, negates their potential, and dismisses the contributions such individuals can bring to their community and the world.  The only thing that needs “curing” is the ignorance and