A few hours before the town board meeting on Jan. 11 Hope For Hempstead Shelter (HHS) was notified that public comment would not be allowed due to weather. A short while after HHS arrived, the town released a statement saying that public comment would not be permitted due to a security risk.
Residents of the town came to speak publicly on behalf of animals that can’t speak for themselves and for taxpayer rights.
I believe the citizens of Nassau County should know that under the Suozzi Administration they elected to close down the Cedar Creek Process Control Lab in Seaford, which tests sewage and sludge daily for both Bay Park and Cedar Creek Sewage plants.
These plants are huge and help treat waste waters from three quarters of the county. The newer lab was built in the early ’90s, costing over $10 million with state-of-the-art design and equipment. It was run by certified directors and with accreditation from the NYS Health Department ELAP protocol. The Suozzi regulars were thinking to consolidate it with the Nassau County Health Department lab in Hempstead to save money.
I was recently looking at a class picture, a photograph taken of my classmates and me many decades ago in elementary school. In my whatever-happened-to-so-and-so musing, I paused to consider the fate of one classmate. He was a happy, well-adjusted, and eager-to-learn boy the day the photographer came to our class. He died about five years ago, a suicide from overdose after an adult life of addiction and crime to finance it. I didn’t know him that well, but it got me thinking to just how fragile young people are in the teenage years and how, when they are at their most vulnerable, they are the most neglected, ignored, or exploited.
It is at the end of the elementary school years, when youngsters are becoming pre-adolescents, that they are most vulnerable and impressionable and most likely to formulate negative body images and attitudes from the presence of dysfunctional adults. It is, consequently, at this age that many parents, in ever increasing numbers, removed their children from public schools and undertake to homeschool them.
I would like to thank our residents, businesses and the employees of Nassau County for their patience and cooperation during last week’s blizzard. With the storm dumping over 16 inches of snow in our community, County employees mobilized early the morning after Christmas Day to deal with its cleanup. Crews were instructed to plow lanes adequate for travel in both directions. First priorities for snow removal included major thorough fares and access to emergency services. In all, over 100 County employees were involved in clearing roadways and dropping over 2,880 pounds of salt on our roadways. When those County roadways were cleared, snow plowing operations were sent to assist towns and villages who requested such help with residential streets.
In the first line of the NYSSBA’s December 13, 2010 editorial, “School districts face $815M shortfall under tax cap,” they state that in order to meet personnel costs, school districts face a state aid shortfall of $815M over the next four years if a statewide tax cap of 2 percent or the rate of inflation is instituted. In this op-ed taken verbatim from the NYSSBA website, NYSSBA Executive Director Timothy Kremer opines that “a hard tax cap would clearly threaten the quality of public education by forcing drastic cuts in classroom teachers and academic programs.” My initial reaction after reading his quote was to go back and research whether Tim Kremer heads the NYSSBA or is it the president of NYSUT, the 600,000 member NYS teachers’ union. Words like “threaten” and “drastic” and phrases such as “it’s for the kids” are routinely used in NYSUT missives and radio/television ads when addressing these matters. One important word missing from the opening line of NYSSBA’s op-ed is “current.” If local school boards agree with NYSSBA’s philosophy, expect the current financial burden on taxpayers to become even more overwhelming. In the coming months, tough decisions have to be made and these decisions cannot be made by school administrators, by NYSSBA or NYSUT, but by your locally elected school board members. They control the purse strings.
My New Year’s resolution for 2011 will be to unravel the evolutionary mysteries of the strange creatures that inhabit the American political landscape. Let me explain.
We divide Americans into conservatives and liberals depending upon their individual political ideology with respect to issue-based litmus tests. But none of those things makes an awful lot of sense to me. I mean I’m not a liberal or a conservative in the current parlance. I’m a liberal in the sense that I think there should be some parliamentarian limits on a ruler’s authority, albeit precious little, because, with the exception of a few blood-thirsty tyrants, the abuse of authority is more likely to come from many little men with little minds and a little bit of power than a few big men with educated minds and a lot of power: the swaggering policeman in the rearview mirror is apt to be more imperious than the cultured and refined philosopher-king with the jeweled crown. I’m a conservative in the sense that I think human history and human nature is so chaotic that traditional values, customs, and institutions are more likely, than not, sine qua non to providing the stability that civilized life requires. Something tells me that’s light-years away from the liberalism of President Obama or the conservative outlook of Glen Beck.
They didn’t wear those stupid-looking black-and-white outfits, didn’t land at Plymouth Rock, didn’t steal land from the Indians, didn’t burn witches, and didn’t seek some kind of multicultural hippy commune that exists only in 1990s Benetton advertisements. They didn’t even call themselves Pilgrims.
What they did do was seek to create a tranquil, prosperous, and pious Christian community characterized by spiritual anchorage and intellectual clarity. They celebrated Thanksgiving with their Wampanoag Indian neighbors and marked Christ’s birth in a respectful and subdued manner. No fistfights over parking spaces and video games, no trampling minimum wage store clerks in 3 a.m. doorbuster sales, no life dedicated to gadgets, consumer goods, professional sports, gluttony, and worshiping pop culture icons. People call those who came on the Mayflower the Pilgrim Fathers. Fathers? Forgive me if I don’t see the family resemblance.
Often the Island Trees music program is overshadowed by the success of our academic and athletic programs. Proudly, Island Trees has been on the list for “Best Communities for Music Education” three times in the last decade. The benefits of music education are well known. The research shows students participating in music education programs demonstrate far greater academic success than non-music students. In fact, the correlation to school success is even more noticeable in middle school. Of course, our children participate in our music programs not because of the achievement benefits, but because they love it. We have hundreds of children participate in our outstanding summer music programs and hundreds more who take part in our talent shows, musicals and concerts.
It’s hard to believe that the Thanksgiving holiday is upon us once again. This is the time of year when families come together to give thanks for our blessings and for the positive things in our lives.
Thanksgiving has been a tradition in the United States for several centuries, but the tradition actually extends beyond our country. In fact, the ancient Greeks, Romans, Hebrews, Chinese and Egyptians held harvest festivals and thanksgiving celebrations. Though the traditions may differ, there are common elements.
Remarkably, the first quarter of school has ended and secondary report cards will be sent home. Report cards! Yes, it is report card time already. I can remember dreaded school report card. Oh, the anxiety associated with carrying home my report card. Admittedly, this can be a terrifying experience for some (like me) but for others like my three sisters - the pride, the joy and excitement of showing off their stellar performance and of course, a guaranteed ice cream treat at Friendly’s. Well, as my Irish grandmother used to say, “The worst of boys…make the best of men…”
In my elementary school, Carmen Road in Massapequa Park, the teachers would hand out report cards prior to dismissal. I can vividly recall taking my second-grade report card from my teacher and grabbing the wooden bathroom pass where I could examine my report card in private. After all, we were told not to open our report cards on the way home and to bring them straight to our parents. Well, before I left the sanctuary of school I wanted to know if I had anything to be concerned about before my mother examined each letter grade and scrutinized my work habits. Would I end up with an even lower grade in penmanship? “A what? Oh no!” What did Mrs. Marcinkowski write about me this time? “Charles needs to slow down, take his time, and write more neatly.” Well, my secretary can attest 37 years later that my handwriting is still illegible. And most importantly I would wonder, “Was it good enough for Friendly’s?” At 7 years old – it could go either way.
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