Research Park isnít living up to promises
Wake up, Kannapolis. Anybody waiting on David Murdock to rebuild the masterpiece that Charlie Cannon built is going to be mighty disappointed. Cannon built a business and then created a town where his employees could live comfortably. Charlie had business sense, period. Wednesdayís article on the Murdock Institute chief should have stated: worse days ahead. What kind of a businessman would pay a $305,947 salary to a business that had earnings of $881,000? Sounds like foolís gold!
I can understand with this type of strategy why there are only a handful of buildings in Murdockís Research Park. There are more weeds growing in the abandoned lots surrounding these buildings than there are promises for the future. Good thing this isnít a federal, state or county funded project, or will it be one day? How many tax dollars have our city leaders poured into infrastructures supporting his dream?
We canít continue to wait for jobs coming to Kannapolis with this venture. Itís not going to happen within our generation. Maybe our grandchildren ó thatís if they have a Ph.D.
ó Tommy Smith
Kannapolis
Words are not enough
I just wanted to take the time to shout out about a local elementary school that has been wonderful this year ó Rockwell Elementary! My son was in kindergarten this year, and we have had an awesome year. The teachers were wonderful; the staff at the school was always smiling and very polite. Whether you were seeing them at school or in the local grocery store, they always took the time to speak to my child and make him feel special. Thanks again for a great year ó we will miss all of you!
ó Lyndsay Tomlinson
Salisbury
A special thanks
My son Josiah is a student at Cleveland Elementary school. I wanted to say a special thanks to the teachers and assistants for all their hard work this year. When I was in your class
To my dearest teachers, Itís time to say goodbye. I thank you for the many days you helped me soar and fly.
Weíve shared the times of laughter and some times of tiny tears. Youíve filled my mind with wonder; youíve calmed my deepest fears.
Now as we end the second grade and summer is here at last, I hope you will some day recall, when I was in your class.
My parents want to thank you; this year has been a joy, for all the care youíve given to their precious little boy.
Youíve helped me with my reading; I hope Iíve made you proud. Youíve set a firm foundation, so Iíll stand above the crowd.
Please try not to forget me, for years can pass too fast. I hope someday you will recall when I was in your class.
One day you will retire and youíll have the time to rest. And youíll reminisce about the times when teaching was the best.
Also, you remember the days that werenít so nice, of naughty kids and whiny kids and some that chat like mice.
I hope Iíve been a nice one, within the endless mass, and you were happy to teach me when I was in your class
ó Ronnie & Arneda Harper
Cleveland