“If you want the community to be better, you give back,” says Lester Moon, founder and executive director of Hands in the Community.
Ever look for a sign to point you in the right direction? A suggestive mark that assures you that you’re exactly where you need to be?
Tricia and Terri Austin’s family moved to Exeter in 1965, a block from downtown and across the railroad tracks.
A wallet or purse holds a number of useful, even essential cards.
“There’s a whole new generation of buyers,” says Karen Chisum, founder of The Old Town Flea Market in Old Town Clovis.
It’s easy to make a wish. We make them when we blow out the candles on a birthday cake, or as stars shoot across the night sky. But over the years, as the cake crowds with candles, we learn that our wishes, just like those little flames, tend to go up in smoke.
We still see them, the shirts memorializing the sacrifice of first responders during the 9/11 attacks, with broad letters printed FDNY – the Official Fire Department, City of New York – yes, we remember.
Heather Busby is running a little late, but the reason couldn’t have been more appropriate. “Sorry,” she apologizes. “One of my dogs had an accident.”
A daredevil is someone whose life is driven by a racing heart – a person whose blood pumps for adventure, and who dives into experiences with a hunger and strength typical of only the fiercest beasts.
Summer’s here, so grab a wetsuit and board or chalk your hands and gather your carabiners, because the coastal tides and craggy crevices are calling.