Sweater girl
A conversation with the mother of modern Manchester
By John ?jaQ? Andrews ? jandrews@hippopress.com

For some, May Gruber needs no introduction. For others, here?s a quick primer.

You know the Millyard in Manchester? How about the Democratic Party in New Hampshire? Even this very newspaper? None would be quite the same without her.

People: Madame QB
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With short blond hair and an infectious smile, Lauri Izzi?s eyes light up when she talks about her role as the quarterback of the Manchester Freedom, Manchester?s first all-women tackle football team. Izzi, now 30, has always been athletic, but it wasn?t till she joined the team three years ago after being approached by some team members at an indoor soccer game that she began playing football competitively. Though Izzi has dreamed of becoming a quarterback since she was young, she describes herself as a humble leader who enjoys seeing her fellow athletes succeed.

Arts: The great outdoors
By Heidi Masek hmasek@hippopress.com

It was Pam Tarbell?s experience as an art educator that led her to open the Mill Brook Gallery and Sculpture Garden in rural Concord nine years ago.

Food: Spicy meat, grilled meat and saucy meat
By Susan Ware news@hippopress.com

Barbecue and rock n? roll ? for some people nothing gets better than that.

Rotary Nashua West will hold its annual 5th Annual Rock ?N Ribfest 2007 Friday, June 22, through Sunday, June 24, at the Anheuser-Busch facility in Merrimack.

Longshots: The future is now for the C's come Thursday night
by Dave Long

I realize only a handful of folks out there actually care about this, but next Thursday is a big day for your Boston Celtics. At least they used to be your Boston Celtics. Now I?m not so sure, since you are more likely to hear even real basketball people say something like ?I can?t watch the NBA anymore? than you are to hear them ask, ?Did you see the game last night??

Techie: Get where you're going
By John ?jaQ? Andrews jandrews@hippopress.com

Here?s a thing that bugs me. When you ask for someone?s street address, they respond the vast majority of the time with something else. The conversation usually goes something like this:

Me: So, what?s your address?

Them: You know where the big shoe store used to be?

Me: Uh, sorry, no. Can you give me a street address?

Them: OK then, just drive toward Auburn but turn about a mile before you get there. Go over the bridge, turn right and I?m the second blue house on the left..

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