When a medical emergency strikes, you take it for granted that your call for help will be answered. And it will be… but only because there are volunteers who willingly contribute time and energy to keeping your community safe.
These men and women come from every walk of life; they work and live all around you. They share an unselfish, often underappreciated commitment to being there, ready to serve whenever a crisis occurs. That is truly being a good neighbor.
In Aesop’s fable of the Tortoise and the Hare, we learn that “slow and steady wins the race.” Truthfully, many of us probably learned this first from an overconfident Bugs Bunny who challenged Cecil Turtle to a footrace. Who can forget his look-alike cousins who help the slow-talking tortoise outwit Bugs to win the race?
There’s something to be said about enlisting the help of others to steadily accomplish goals and this is true of my effort to protect Long Island’s drinking water. That’s why I’ve introduced legislation to create the Long Island Aquifer Commission.
There was a time in the not so distant past, when President Obama could rise above the noise and cacophony of politics and partisanship to champion the rights of man. A time when he could cloak himself in the resplendent robes of civil libertarianism, wear the diadem of moral righteousness and wield the terrible swift sword against shredders of the Constitution.
A fundamental element of a vibrant community is the symbiotic relationship between businesses and residents working together for all concerned. In New Hyde Park, long standing and well established ties have created an atmosphere of mutual respect, understanding, and common purpose.
That scourge of the printed word, H.L. Menken, once remarked that William Jennings Bryant was the only man he knew that could strut while sitting down. Of course Menken never knew Anthony Weiner, which is too bad because the world would have been much the richer in savoring that scornful wit that Menken was so famous for ladling out in generous portions.
They charge and scatter and leap
across the open field,
knowing how much life is to come
in its moment.
We inherit what they inherit.
How hard we have striven, all of us,
in our solidarity. The spectators shout
and cheer and clap them on—not to some
political spin, for which no one cares.
In full blossom.
Light fills the air with its song,
whether we hear its notes or not.
And we learn its scent
by memory, rustling
the green leaves and the petals
that flutter and fall like snow,
ever so lightly to the ground.
A penny for your thoughts may be an overpriced commodity if the latest trend about human intelligence is any indication. The most recent study of this controversial and flammable issue shows the human intelligence quotient has declined alarmingly since the Victorian age. In fact, 14 intelligence studies undertaken over a 120 year period that gauged a participant’s visual reaction times --- meaning how long it took them to press a button in response to seeing a stimulus --- all showed intelligence declining in the modern world.
It would have been nice to see on Secretariat’s 40th anniversary of winning the Triple Crown that another horse would have captured that ever elusive achievement. It’s been 35 long years since another horse has won such glory. With three Triple Crown winners in the 1970s, it appeared that accomplishing such a feat might even become routine. Like a cadre of Voltaire’s Candides, we had become demented optimists.
History should have precluded such a roseate worldview. It would not have behooved the sport to have Triple Crown winners being as common as the rain. Expectations should not be as certain as the changing of seasons, for history is replete with examples in discouraging such a sanguine outlook. Reality has a rather obnoxious habit of intruding upon cheerfulness and it’s important we keep our fondest hopes in proper perspective. The record book shows that 25 years separated Citation’s and Secretariat’s Triple Crown victories. The three winners of the Triple Crown in the decade of the 1970s would have been seen as aberrational if not for the rose-colored glasses plastered against our faces.
There is not enough time to list all
The generous sacrifices made on our behalf.
I am startled awake by the thought—
we must find our civic sight or be lost.
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