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Remember those barn-red newspaper recycling boxes that used to be on every street corner, supporting the Eugene Mission? Redemption rates for newsprint plummeted, so the Mission abandoned the program a few years ago, but we can recycle their blueprint for do-goodery.

Every day, we got a steady stream of indictments for our consideration. We got to know all the assistant district attorneys and their individual styles. We saw many of the same policemen over and over. We witnessed the camaraderie between law enforcement professionals.

When your wealth is in the ground, “dig deeper” is not a moral metaphor. It’s an economic strategy.

Long before the body feels any physical effects of calorie deprivation, the mind encounters a host of fears.

It’s time to admit that voting in America has become a quaint formality, like kissing Grandma after Thanksgiving dinner. You have to do it, and you have to look like you mean it, at least to her.

Small business owner-operators — people ready to hire a dozen people with specific skills if they can find the right location — should get more of our attention.

If we had nine commissioners, three like-minded politicians — or even four — could gather without having a quorum at a non-public meeting.

Toasters don’t jump off our counters to follow it. But the fears of one generation have been visited on the next. We have designed a machine that we cannot stop.