By Molly Mirhashem   Growing up an Iranian American was, originally, not all that momentous. When I was a young child, it simply meant that no one would ever be able to pronounce my last name. Of my parents, only my father is Iranian. He never successfully taught me any Farsi, and, growing up in New Hampshire, I certainly wasn’t exposed to much Iranian culture. So for a good while, I didn’t feel that connected to my heritage. People would frequently tell me, “You don’t look Iranian,” and honestly, for much of the beginning of my life, I didn’t really feel Iranian. In this regard, everything changed after the September 11th...

This letter is, first and foremost, intended to help the Greek Festival food truck parked at College Ave. and Talbot Ave. be the most successful food truck it can be. We are not in any way proposing that unfettered free-market capitalism is the true and right way for the world to be, and we find free-market capitalism in its essence to be a bogus and often socially harmful process. We are also not, in any way, calling out Moe’s. We like/love Moe’s and wish it the best. All that being said, we are really hurting as we watch this new food truck blow it in a big way, and we want to help. We have seen this campus drunk and hungry, and we...