Buy local or...
You look at parking lots around here, even at chamber of commerce meetings, and you see a preponderance of foreign cars. The other local paper in its “Match Me With My Wheels” section shows two out of three foreign cars or, occasionally, all three are foreign cars.
Finally, there is a push becoming apparent to buy locally. To me locally means our country, our state and our city.
This is especially important in the wake of more and more people out of work and more bankruptcies. Nationally, we have General Motors and Chrysler in bankruptcy and accepting billions of our dollars to reorganize. G.M. is a company that reputedly hires more Americans than all Japanese companies combined, yet Toyota now claims to build more cars than any other manufacturer. If this is so who is building these cars? Obviously not Americans. Yes, some are built in America with American workers, but not to the extent of our own manufacturers.
The usual reason I hear for buying foreign cars is “better built.” This was probably true as some countries were developing their industries, but definitely not today. There is very little difference in American versus foreign cars of comparable value.
The other reason I hear is “snob appeal.” Driving a BMW or Lexus gives us a “look at me” appeal over a Cadillac or Lincoln, both of which are as well made as the foreign cars in the same price range, but apparently don’t give the ego lift of the BMW or Lexus.
I think it is high time we started supporting our home-owned products. We are in a recession and we need to support each other. This also applies to such local firms as Bashas’ and Fry’s markets.
What is there about us that we seemingly can’t see the need locally or have the desire to help out locally? In my opinion it is critical that we come to the aid of our American companies or there will be more bankruptcies and more unemployment.
Raccoons no mirage
You are not alone and you were not hallucinating. I too have seen raccoons in Ahwatukee!
I laughed out loud when I read your letter to the editor (“Raccoons invade garage,” AFN, Sept. 9), because my friends teased me unmercifully when I told them my raccoon story.
What happened to me was that my dog was whining and scratching at the front door late at night and woke me up. That was the only time I remember that she ever whined at the door like that – usually if somebody is outside she just barks.
Anyway, I looked out the peephole, of course. I saw nothing. Then, like a big dummy (because it was about 2 a.m.), I opened the door. There were four or five raccoons out there – a big one on my steps and the others sort of behind him. I screeched and slammed the door shut. I was wondering if I was having a crazy dream. I mean, you just don’t expect to see raccoons in the desert.
I peeked through the blinds to see if there were really raccoons and sure enough, they were still there. They were making little noises at me. Sort of a chittering noise, I’m not sure how to describe it. They definitely were not scared. It looked to me like they were trying to figure out how to climb up the column on my porch, maybe because there was a bird’s nest up on top. Maybe they eat bird eggs.
They couldn’t get up there and, after a while, they moved on down the street.
It was definitely something I’ll never forget. I can’t believe that your little visitors came by that early in the evening. Oh, and I’m off of North Ranch Circle, north of Ray Road.
Denise M. Quinterri