Archive for December, 2005

Skating Center a Place of True Warmth

Skating Center a Place of True Warmth

Uncategorized December 16, 2005 at 12:00 am Comments are Disabled

A cheery rendition of “Frosty the Snowman” whistles from the speakerphones and dances in the air. A small cape-style building with weathered shingles displays a navy blue lacquered sign that reads “TICKETS,” and around a corner, its twin designates “CONCESSIONS.

Education Major Dreams of Being the Perfect Teacher

Education Major Dreams of Being the Perfect Teacher

Uncategorized December 16, 2005 at 12:00 am Comments are Disabled

Many of us most likely know her from somewhere around campus. It seems as though she’s involved in every club and event imaginable. It makes one have to stop and think, “Does this girl sleep?!” N’Italia DeAngelis, quite appropriately, earns the label, ‘Miss Salve’, sustained by her trademark genuine passion and interest in others, and for her constant energy in which she focuses towards reaching her goals of success.

Sapo Freaky Burrito

Uncategorized December 16, 2005 at 12:00 am Comments are Disabled

Sapo Freaky Burrito, located on 16 “El Broadway” in Newport, has been around for two years, yet employee Mary Regan says hardly anyone knows about it. “We get a lot of people who walk by and ask, how long has this been here? When we say two years, they are like, where have I been or how could I miss this?” Regan says.

A Night at the Astors’

A Night at the Astors’

Uncategorized December 16, 2005 at 12:00 am Comments are Disabled

The Astors’ Beechwood is best known as the summer cottage for the legendary Mrs. Astor. Famous for being the leading socialite in New York Society in the Gilded Age, Mrs. Astor would host numerous balls at the Beechwood, with only the best of the best in society attending.

Speaking Beyond Words

Speaking Beyond Words

Uncategorized December 16, 2005 at 12:00 am Comments are Disabled

There are some stories that go much deeper than the words that appear on a typed page. Stories that strike a cord so deep in each and everyone of us that no matter what combination of letters end up making their way onto the page, it won’t do justice to what was witnessed.