DEAR HARRIETTE: I am a sophomore in college, and I have two other roommates. We live together in a dorm and have had our disagreements, but we have gotten over them. They recently told me that they are going to move out together, which caught me off-guard, and I'm left feeling surprised and somewhat abandoned. It feels so weird to me that they wouldn't tell me anything before now. I asked them why and they told me that they wanted to move to a dorm closer to their classes, but this seemed like an excuse covering up the real reason — probably that there was an underlying issue they had with me. I guess the positive outlook is that I get a room to myself, but I don't like knowing that I have unresolved issues with people. Do you think that I should ask them what the real reason is that they are moving out, or should I just leave the matter alone? — Left Behind DEAR LEFT BEHIND: Given that there is a chance that you can learn from this situation, do ask them why they made the decision and why they kept it from you.
HOOKSETT, N.H. — The sky is Windex blue, the breeze Charmin soft, the air applecrisp warm. Anytime the temperature in late November is in the mid 30s up here, it's regarded as a 'bluebird day' — and a gift from the weather gods. Yet a Republican presidential candidate is shivering in a driveway while chatting with New Hampshire Gov. Chris Sununu, and moments later, microphone in hand inside the Oscar Barn wedding venue for a campaign event, she speaks of 'this unbelievable cold.'
CLINTON DAILY NEWS EDITORIAL
The political world spends a lot of time discussing former President Donald Trump's lead over the Republican field in national polls — currently at 45.4%, according to the RealClearPolitics average of polls. But, of course, the race will unfold as a series of state contests, beginning in Iowa on Jan.
DEAR HARRIETTE: I am a 25-yearold woman, and I work in finance at a bank. I'm struggling to manage a relationship with a co-worker. A colleague I once considered a friend has become increasingly competitive and seems to be undermining my work. We used to collaborate effectively and share great conversations.
MONTREAL — Forgive me, please, for repeating myself, as people of a certain age often do. I've written columns before on major anniversaries of the assassination of John F. Kennedy. But I have just left a remarkable sculpture exhibit in the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts and found myself walking down Avenue du President-Kennedy, remembering the whole awful episode, 60 years ago this week: the memory that won't go away, the memory that, in defiance of human experience, somehow gets fresher every year.








