It’s that time of the year again. The holidays have come and gone, a New Year and semester has begun and well, the event of winter is rapidly approaching. This event is the culmination of an entire season of yelling, cheering and TV-watching and now, it’s the ultimate party.

Monday night football has never been so visible.

Gone is the glow of the cigarette butts. Gone are the clouds of smoke escaping from lips as touchdowns are scored and crowds cheer. Gone are the tell tale coughs quickly muted by beer.

Instead, at Aidan’s Pub in Newport, harried waitresses hustle trays of Buffalo wings from one table to another, filling drafts of Newport Storm.

Dear Editor,

As a sophomore here at Salve Regina University (and also as a work-study dispatcher for the Office of Safety & Security), I wish to call not your attention, but those of your readers, to your recent publication of 17 November 2004, specifically in which your article entitled “Saturday Night at Miley Hall” stated that the shuttle service “after calling .

In 2004, Alicia opened up her diary. Norah felt at home with her follow-up to her hit debut album of two years ago. And Gwen took a break from No Doubt for some “Love, Angel, Music, Baby.”

Ashlee Simpson’s lip-synching meltdown on “Saturday Night Live” aside, women artists have enjoyed a strong year, producing a bumper crop of worthy listening material.

You see them everyday in the dorms, they are always there if you have questions or concerns and their job is to make sure you are safe. Residence assistants have what seems like the overwhelming job of watching over a hallway full of college undergraduates.