Letters to the Editor



I surely wish there had been some compelling words of wisdom from the numbers of us who attended Friday night's town meeting that miraculously would have made the West Penn Health System see the light, find an alternative, and change its mind about Suburban General Hospital.

But Thursday night's news let us know that in 90 days the changes would be a done deal.

Some hospitals have been completely closed; a percentage of ours remains. We still have our own police and fire departments. Saturday postal service may be a thing of the past. Hopefully, we won't lose our post office.

Schools everywhere are cutting back, closing or merging for their diocese or district to financially make it. We don't have to worry about our "Taj Mahal" up on the mountain, though; the tax and big spenders plan to inordinately raise our taxes so as not to dig onto their savings accounts. I can't tell you what indescribable good news that is. No, I mean it. I can't tell you.

Why doesn't our area, or our country, have any money to spend on ourselves? For decades and decades, our federal government has been taxing and taxing and practicing and practicing how best to arrive at being the savior of the world. It started after World War II when the Marshall Plan was birthed to repair the damage they (excuse me) WE did to our enemy to win the war in Europe.

Of course, we couldn't play favorites and had to repair the damage we did to our Pacific enemy to win that war. Who but us does that? The current "bail outs" monies presumably will at least go to Americans, but what about the millions of dollars recently given to Pakistan to distribute to any Talibani who is willing to "switch sides"? "Take the money and run" comes to mind.

Medical progress is their other talking point. I missed three months of eighth grade when I was 13. I had pneumonia on two occasions and had to stay two weeks each time at Suburban. Dr. Richard Snyder removed the fluid in my lungs with a syringe. After each hospitalization, I had to stay home for a month. Fast forward 50 years. A child gets pneumonia, takes its medicine, and spends its fifth day off school playing basketball outside in 49-degree weather. We have, indeed, made progress. Sitting here very sad and crying, however, I have to say I don't like progress very much right now.

Virginia Miranda