Letters to the Editor

Letters on moving mailboxes, small-claims courts, salting roads, respecting freedoms, vandalized Nativity scene, help from stranger

Problem is dog owner, not mailbox

Regarding “Wrong end” (Dec. 7 Letters to the Editor): The U.S. Postal Service has zero tolerance regarding dogs deemed a nuisance, whatever that may be. It is, of course, highly subjective.

I once received one of its letters, the first in the series of form letters it has. This one was directed to the dog owner, telling me that my dog was out and had been found to be bothersome in some way to some specific carrier. It warned me that I must keep the offensive animal inside or otherwise contained, or the next step would be requiring me to put a mailbox at the curb. If that didn’t solve the problem, the letter stated, all residents would have to relocate their boxes to the curb.

Thank goodness it never came to phase two in my case. (My dog is neither aggressive nor offensive; that mail carrier was, though that’s another issue.) I can’t see how relocating one box to the curb helps anyone. If the offending dog is on the loose, what difference does it make where the box is?

As the writer of the letter to The Eagle suggested, the problem is not with the location of the mailboxes but with making owners take responsibility for their offending dogs. Get animal control involved. Other residents should not have to spend money and put up new boxes.



Court is a joke

I was happy to read “A day in court” (Dec. 7 Letters to the Editor). Small-claims court is a joke.

I went through a similar thing when we took a scam artist to court. We were met with a rather unfriendly judge and won our case – the defendant didn’t show up. We thought he would be ordered to pay up in a certain amount of time. That was not the case. You have to get your money from the defendant. That didn’t happen.

Bottom line: Small-claims court doesn’t get your money back, so there was no point to going. We ended up out even more money for the court costs and for hiring a security company to try to get our money.



A word about salt

I came to Kansas many years ago from upstate New York, where salting highways in the winter was a long-established practice. I was frankly astonished that in Kansas it was possible to buy a 5- or 6-year-old car that had very little or no rust on the entire lower portion of the body.

In New York, it was common knowledge that a new car would have its rocker panels and lower fender portions destroyed in three or four years, and that any car over that age that looked to be intact was half-composed of plastic filler. People got so used to this situation that they began to buy “winter rats,” already rusted-out cars that would be driven only in the salt times of winter while the owner’s good car was in the garage.

How did Kansas get along for all those years without dumping salt on its streets and highways? Have Kansas drivers gotten so stupid that they don’t know when to drive and when not to? Have they lost the ability to exercise care?

Some things are for sure. Salt on highways is great for insurance companies (fewer accident claims). And for body-repair shops. And especially for new-car dealerships.



Don’t interfere

Kansas can be as religiously free as needed – as long as it does not interfere with the civil and political rights and freedoms granted to other citizens.



Praying for vandals

This wonderful time of year brings us much joy for the most part. However, I would like to let the people who desecrated and vandalized the Oakview Christian Church’s Nativity scene know that we are offering up prayers for you. Yes, your actions saddened us. We do have talented people within our small congregation, and within a few days our Nativity was up and lit again.

May you come to know that God loves you. We would welcome you into our congregation if only you would come. You do not need to reveal your identity. May the peace, hope and love of the season reach each of you and show you a different way to live. God bless.


Garden Plain

Touched by help

While driving home from a concert Sunday evening, I realized I had lost an earring. They were a new pair, fairly expensive, and I’d worn them only once. I realized I must have lost it someplace between Century II and the car.

I went back and searched with the help of a small flashlight. While I was looking, a woman walking by asked me if I’d lost something. I told her about the earring and she said she’d keep an eye out. I thanked her, but didn’t hold out much hope because it was so dark. Three to four minutes later, I heard someone shout, “I found it!” It was the same woman.

She found it in the street on the south side of the library. It had been stepped on, but was not broken and is repairable.

Many people would have just gone on their way, not even intending to help. I was happy to get the earring back, but even more touched that someone would take the time on a cold, dreary night to help me. This woman proves that there is still hope for us all. God bless her.



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