Sometimes I get the urge to speak to strangers. Before you call the men in white coats to hustle me to a safe location, please listen to the rest of the story. It all began on Saturday morning. Gail and I were on our way to breakfast at the Village Coffee Shop. Gail went in ahead of me to reserve our usual table and I made a slight detour to the Post Office to mail some letters.
May we remind you once again that there really is lots of shopper parking in Great Neck, all up and down Middle Neck Road, from the Plaza to the Old Village.
For all of our friends and neighbors who spend so much time riding around ‘‘looking for a spot’’ or just plain complaining about a lack of parking, please be aware that there is plentiful parking in the Old Village, on the streets and in free municipal parking lots, and in our busy downtown, in Great Neck Plaza, there is metered parking in municipal lots, on the streets, and, yes, in the garages.
There was nothing unusual about Thursday morning. Gail was still sleeping when I left for work a little before 7. I was hungry, so I headed for the Village Coffee Shop. I always order the same breakfast—two eggs sunnyside up, home fries well done, English muffin with lots of butter. Mike always burns the home fries because he knows I like them that way—just like Gail makes them.
Memorial Day and the Fourth of July have come and gone, and we are now heading into the popular vacation months. With so many people about to head off to a favorite holiday spot, we feel that it is important to once again take the time to address the importance of protecting your home while you are away.
Each year, when we ask our police officers at Nassau County’s Sixth Precinct for some tips, the answer is pretty much the same —- use some common sense and take the time to take the precautions that can make all the difference.
The Unexpected Gift
Gail and I had just finished dinner when the doorbell rang. When I opened the front door, my neighbor Florence was there with three white trash bags at her feet. “I hope I’m not disturbing your dinner,” Flo said. “Of course not,” I answered. “What do you have for me today?” “One bag with canned goods, one bag with soap, shampoo, and toothpaste, and one bag with some summer T-shirts.”
I was listening to the news on the car radio on the way home Thursday, the day the storm hit. One of the station’s meteorologists called in on his way home to report that, as he was crossing the Throgs Neck Bridge, there were hailstones the size of “apples.” I was on Southern State Parkway heading west towards Great Neck and I watched the sky darken. Then I saw two lightning bolts, one after another, flash through the sky striking the ground ahead of me. I remember thinking, “This is not good.”
As a rule, when I write to this newspaper, it is to complain about something or other (usually, political in nature). However, my purpose is different on this occasion. I want to praise, without reservation, all those people who were involved in the cleanup efforts following the terrible storm that hit Great Neck last Thursday.
Last Thursday’s horrific storm devastated Great Neck, particularly the Village of Great Neck, especially my street. My husband and I had come home mid-day to finish packing for a trip to Disney World with our two-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter Dani, who was napping in a room across the hall; the trip was scheduled for the next day. We were stunned at the ferocity of the short storm, absolutely shocked when we looked outside and saw nothing but downed trees and branches, still not comprehending that we were indeed lucky to be alive.
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