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In “Top Places to Work” (November 19), the magazine mentioned Dave Swords, the bell captain at the Wequassett Resort and Golf Club. My husband and I visited the resort about a month ago, and we were greeted by him and his enthusiastic and wonderful personality. He went over and above in helping us navigate certain areas of the Cape, and was truly a delight to deal with.
Janice Elizabeth Berte / Framingham
Jeff Howe (“What MIT Can Learn From Coal-Mining Country,” November 19) detailed precisely why I get annoyed when academics make pronouncements about people living in places the academics have never visited and probably know of only through the occasional condescending news story. Much of the Globe’s front-page ink this year has been devoted to divides. Howe demonstrates the need for actual talking — not a national conversation. A national conversation usually means the party with the biggest microphone does the talking and then leaves.
Robert Cote / North Attleborough
I was quite wowed by this article — here is MIT . . . giving US citizens hope and a future, not to mention increasing our tax base. How can we deploy this everywhere? Incredible!
cawinkler / posted on bostonglobe.com
Automation (i.e. Science) has displaced many low skilled workers in the past and is increasingly working its way up the skill ladder . . . [A]utomation and science [free] humans from dangerous and monotonous jobs. But even as we have become more productive as a society we have not dealt with the long-term trend that we need much less human labor to support our life-style. The low end suffers first but eventually we will have to deal with the concept that we can not write off whole segments of society and consign them to the dustbin, to wallow in poverty. This, I think, will be the defining problem of the future.
avdot / posted on bostonglobe.com
DOG GONE IT
Joanna Weiss’s article (“We Wanted a Dog. What We Got Was a Courting Ritual,” November 26) is infuriating. “Rescue dogs were all the rage”? Reducing the incredible suffering of over 70 million animals is not a “fad.” She and her family spent years looking for the Goldilocks dog: Not too big, not too loud, JUST RIGHT. While she is aware of the horrors of buying from a pet store, she somehow doesn’t connect the same when buying from a breeder (a for-profit business, the dogs are commodities). Do I judge someone for buying from a breeder? You bet I do.
Wendy Worell / Gloucester
I want to add a suggestion to Joanna Weiss’s pet adoption saga. Shelters are not the only way to “rescue” a dog. Most breeds have a national listing of groups that help place them. I wanted a Shetland sheepdog (sheltie), called Angell Animal Medical Center in Boston, and was given names of New England groups that helped place shelties. My new best friend, Heidi, came from New England Sheltie Rescue in Connecticut. (These groups mostly have adult dogs.) And you can say to anyone who asks, “Yes, she/he is a rescue.”
Donna Sullivan / Brookfield
This article was clearly an attempt to satisfy the author’s emotional response to being denied adoption a first time. One dog shelter felt their specific dog was not a good fit. So that means they are wrong and you don’t let another access your house for a good fit?
Ryan Garvey / Newton
It is comforting to know I’m not out of synch with others who long for a dog but are thwarted by so many “rituals”! With this beautifully articulated article, I am encouraged to persevere and trust that I will find my forever dog!
MaryAnne Grady / Plymouth
What a wonderful read (“Christmas Present,” November 26). My mother gave me several of my childhood ornaments and I love unwrapping them every year. Our tree definitely won’t be [in] a magazine, but it makes my heart full every year.
BlondeSeekingAmbition / posted on bostonglobe.com
Laura Long’s remembrance brought to mind my boxes of Christmas memories. I, too, feel a sense of nostalgia as I unpack each ornament and am full of appreciation of the passage of time. Even better memories: Mr. Jingeling (“How you ting-a-ling/Keeper of the keys”); as a child riding the rapid transit to downtown Cleveland, being allowed to shop all alone while my dad waited outside. Thanks for the memories.
Nancy Witte / Duxbury
Mr. Jingeling! I grew up in the Cleveland burbs before moving to [Massachusetts] in the ’70s, and my grandparents were friends of the Halle family. I had forgotten about Mr. Jingeling, so thanks for refreshing my memory!
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