On New Year’s Eve, I was fixing dinner when I heard sirens. I didn’t think much about it because it’s a common occurrence to hear them around these parts.
The holidays are upon us and along with the decorating, gift-giving, and sappy holiday movies where the boy kisses the girl in the snow, there are a lot of gatherings. And if you’re friends and family are like mine, these gatherings are all about the food.
It’s true; the days of finding a one-bedroom apartment for $350 a month with garbage and water included are long gone. You can blame the oil and gas workers or you can blame the greed of landlords who want to make more profit from the properties. Regardless of the direction in which you point your finger, the reality remains: We need housing in this valley, and we needed it yesterday.
For most people, this sign for Route 2 North basically meant it was the way to Weirton. But for those of us who lived in Warwood, it pointed the way home.
As a workforce, many of us are undervalued and underpaid. No one who works 8 hours a day, five days a week for 50 weeks a year should have to worry about paying their rent or choosing between buying food or paying the electric bill.
