I recently had the pleasure of chatting with personal friend and Hicksville artist, Kirk Larsen. Kirk recently returned from a two week Plein Air art competition in Easton, Maryland. The event is the largest and most prestigious juried Plein Air painting competition in the United States. Hundreds of artists apply, but only 50 are chosen internationally; another eight artists from Maryland are chosen, with a total of 58 artists competing over a two week period.
In 13 days, Kirk managed to eke out 20 paintings, 10 of which sold. His positive attitude allowed him to meet the challenges of little sleep and brutally hot temperatures with style and grace. He also had a few interesting stories to share as we sat down to coffee on his front porch.
I didn’t know exactly what was going on the day of July 11th but I certainly knew it was BIG. I live on 4th Street, between Jerusalem Avenue and Broadway. The portion of our block closest to Broadway is very narrow. It comes with parking and traffic challenges that being a new resident to the neighborhood was not anticipated.
While I appreciate and am proud that Hicksville was able to host the Fire Department Drill Tournament I am baffled by the lack of notification or concern given to the residents surrounding the area. I was not informed that my block would be subjected to increased traffic due to the drill road closures. By increased traffic I mean for hours we suffered through cars being backed up the entire length of the block. We couldn’t get on or off our block!
Within the Hicksville News Vol. 28 No. 36, I came across a Hicksville Voices article from Patty Servidio titled “The Wonder Of Hostess.” I too remember the Hostess Bakery Thriftstore, as I had often passed by it on my way to CNG. It was great, as at times I had bought my Hostess snack cakes there, as buying them in the grocery store was always more expensive. You can now get the similar experience at Big Lots in Hicksville, which sells various Hostess products for a low price.
Lawyers and Judges are bound by the Codes of Professional Responsibility and Judicial Conduct to avoid even the appearances of impropriety. While this rule is loosely applied to judges who seek campaign contributions from the lawyers who appear before them, it appears that the rules do not apply at all to elected officials even where they are attorneys.
In 2010, the Supreme Court of the United States decided the Citizens United case allowing for unlimited campaign contributions from unions and corporations under the guise of the First Amendment. The so-called originalists in the Supreme Court Majority found that the Framers of the Bill of Rights in 1791 intended to allow for unfettered campaign contributions. So it was that in the last Presidential campaign the two major candidates raised and spent over one billion dollars. I am sure that Benjamin Franklin and George Washington knew that electoral politics would come to this.
When I was a little girl, I loved my books. The feel of the pages between my fingers was comforting and the words transported me away to different worlds. The scent of books could elicit chills — dusty, musty with the slight aroma of ink, my books were my constant companion through my childhood. I loved my trips to Levittown Public Library, and was known to take out at least five or six titles per trip.
I remember, as I grew, that there was nothing in the world like a book. I swore to myself that I would have my own library, with books upon books about every subject imaginable. When B. Dalton opened in Broadway Mall, I was in all of my glory. That new book smell was, to me, better than the scent of chocolate. It was easy to run up the credit card bill, for everything interested me, and I would walk out of there with at least three shiny new hardcovers.
The next time you find yourself sitting on a Long Island Rail Road platform during a train delay with some time to kill, be sure to genuflect to the Metropolitan Transportation Authority’s leaders — for without those six-figure salaried credits to humankind, you might be faced with the boredom of an uneventful and on-time commute.
As negotiations between the authority and unions prove more laborious by the day, the approximately 300,000 weekday riders of the nation’s busiest railroad prepare to find an alternative passage to Manhattan. We think this might be the perfect time to take a vacation; as long as that vacation destination isn’t the Hamptons, as throngs of beachgoers may also find themselves without a ride.
I write to you to address a dire situation that we, as a community, are facing. The New York Blood Center is asking for assistance over the summer to maintain the necessary supply of all blood types, but specifically O-negative.
The summer months pose the greatest difficulty for the Blood Center as they historically see a drop in donations. I hope this letter serves as a reminder and I urge all residents to continue to help those in need by donating blood. Every donation goes a long way to help saving the lives of those in medical emergencies.
Nassau County Comptroller Maragos recently issued a report in which he discusses the graduation and transfer rates at Nassau Community College. While the College appreciates the Comptroller’s recognition of its current commitment to “data driven analyses of its core policies,” and that “NCC provides an invaluable service to thousands of Nassau County residents, offering an affordable higher education at a time when tuition at private institutions is soaring,” the central premise of his report — that campus turmoil at NCC in recent years is associated with a decline in the College’s graduation and transfer rates — is not supported by the facts cited in the report itself.
Friends are a very important part of my life. While family comes first and my husband and daughter are well aware of their pricelessness to me, my friends keep me sane in a very crazy world. They have been there through all the tough times, and I have been blessed to have quite a few who I could easily call members of my chosen family. And they are valuable to me in their own special ways.
Someone once noted that in a group of friends, there is always a sensible one, a silly one, a quiet one, a crazy one, and the one with the most heart. A statement such as this lacks merit, for people have depth, which should be cherished. These pals of mine are multifaceted, which makes their value even more precious. One cannot merely like a person based on the part of them that “is funny”; what about the rest of the person, including the not so “funny” parts? Friendships fail sometimes, for many reasons, but one great reason is because of the lack of desire to love all of a person for who they truly are.
Is Kimba Woods a Judge — or a joke? Queen Kimba recently gave a convicted 60-year-old thief 39 years to pay back the $300,567 in disability pension benefits that he virtually stole by faking a Long Island Rail Road disability. It’s bad enough that she’s only asking him to pay back $700 a month; but this is on top of her recent sentencing of another LIRR fraudster to pay back the $300,000 he stole at a mere $25 a month — meaning that it would theoretically take him 982(!) years (even though, according to the Bible, Methusaleh himself only made it to 969-years-old). This “sentence” would be funny if it wasn’t so sad for society and the rule of law. I’d like to point out to Judge Woods (whom I’d like to sentence for judicial malpractice in my own Court of Common Sense) that the dictionary defines a “judge” as “someone capable of making rational and wise decisions.” These recent decisions of hers could make even the famous iron statue of Lady Justice cry tears of shame underneath her blindfold.
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