Some contributions - Alexis Lykiard's invidious character assassination of Alan Sillitoe, Jeff Nuttall's hectoring homage to Tom Raworth - can be said to be interesting in their soapbox fervour, the authors themselves as dynamic in their way as Speaker's Corner demagogues; but it is a limited kind of interest at best.
CNet has a short news story and an even shorter "hands on" that concludes: In sum, Soapbox is disappointing.
What puzzles me most in this Soapbox article is David's aunt, a teacher, who suggested that his parents should have let David "figure things out on his own and maybe, eventually, accept his own limitations".
In it, a boy builds a wooden replica of a Hummer, enters it in a soapbox derby and wins by veering off the winding road and taking a shortcut straight downhill.
Jon Shure's analysis regarding the need to rethink reliance on property taxes as the main source for local financing in New Jersey (Soapbox, March 18) raises an issue that doesn't stop at the Delaware River.
In his Soapbox essay "Blind Spot" (March 18), Stan Fischler bemoans the loss of the front windows of subway cars as New York City Transit replaces the old cars with new cars that do not allow passengers to watch the passing scene.
Last month, more than 60 residents gathered in the Soapbox art gallery on Dean Street to tell horror stories of a "rat tsunami," with rats, very likely stirred up by the construction, chewing through their car wires and destroying their engines, running rampant on doorsteps and eating through plastic garbage cans.
Mrs. Blount's memories roam at random across decades, from her son's second-place finish in a soapbox derby as a boy to his love for a vintage motorcycle as an adult, and onward to a bitter frustration over where he lies today: in an unmarked pauper's grave in the Nuevo Laredo municipal cemetery.
On the one hand, it's terrific to have an unobstructed view of the road – it's as pure as driving experience as rolling down the track in the soapbox derby car of your youth, and it leaves you feeling connected to the road itself.
It's a bit of a mixed blessing in terms of a vehicle interface: On the one hand, it's terrific to have an unobstructed view of the road – it's as pure as driving experience as rolling down the track in the soapbox derby car of your youth, and it really leaves you feeling connected to the road itself.
