Issue Date: September 20, 2018
I am outraged. My wife flies domestically once a year to visit family. On Wednesday she went to the Secretary of State office to renew her driver's license and was told that to fly domestically she would need a passport or an enhanced driver's license which required a government issued ID like a passport to get. I can not believe that was true so I contacted a local travel agency. They told me that in 20202 that would be the case for everyone. Let's do some math. Assume 50 million people without passports fly each year. Multiply 50 million by $50 and the states get to divy up $2.5 billion. This is nothing but a cash grab. Foreign terrorists can easily forge a passible passport. Domestic terrorists can get real ones. Does this law make you feel safer?
Any eligible person that would like to express their rights at the polls on November 6, 2018 must be registered to vote on or before October 9, 2018. Any person that has attained the age of 18 can register with their local township or city clerk. A voter registration form can be obtained at www.michigan.gov/sos. The Michigan Secretary of State Office has a multitude of information. You can even check the status of your own voter registration. Voter registration can be accomplished at your local driver license Bureau.
Ballots will be delivered to all local clerks by September 22. Qualified Voters can request sample ballots and absentee ballots. An absentee ballot application is also available at the above website or at your local Clerk's office.
Voter registration forms, absentee ballot applications can be picked up at the UAW Hall, located at 1801 13th Ave on Tuesday and Thursday from 3-6 and Saturday's from 9-noon.
The Menominee County Dems have signs and literature available as well. Please stop by.
Remember: A choice not to register and vote, IS your vote.
Mari Negro, Chair
Menominee County Dems
"The Days of Dandelions, Frogs and Daydreams"
(dedicated to my sister, Mary Lanich Unger
who passed away June 19th)
As children we used to sit in our make believe garden,
Watching the sunset through the boughs of our kingdom,
If the trees could talk they'd tell of our adventures,
Of chasing, running, and dreaming of our tomorrows.
We'd pick honeysuckles and Indian paintbrushes,
And bring them home for Ma,
She'd put them in a base or mason jar,
I don't know who was happier, she for getting them,
Or us for them being put on display, and seeing her smile.
We'd climb trees and invent games,
Like Cadillac jack, One Potato Two Potato, and
Moon Over the Mountain,
Always looking for what to do next,
Those were the days of innocence, the days of
dandelions, frogs, and daydreams.
But time has a way to end dreams,
And you are no longer here to share our memories.
It felt so unfair when cancer took you away,
And I still find myself walking in the woods
looking for my tears
Like a child I stopped down to pick a dandelion,
And blew the white fuzz away,
It disappeared with the wind,
The Days of dandelions, frogs, and daydreams are over.
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