With so many competing voices on television, radio, blogs and social media, we can sometimes miss out on certain forthright messages that deserve special attention. Mike Barry’s “Eye On The Island” column in the March 10 edition, however, merits extraordinary recognition.
Thanksgiving in November is not the only time of the year we should look at the many bounties we enjoy. Last week I wrote a column enumerating all our regrets. I received several letters mentioning all the adversities that have befallen my readership.
Some federal immigration agents were wearing cowboy hats and carrying semi-automatic weapons that night in September 2007 when they stormed into private homes across Nassau and Suffolk counties.
Nassau County Police Commissioner Lawrence Mulvey had been told that the raids, by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), were supposed to be targeting deportable gang members.
I have always been intrigued by the tiny, feisty French chanteuse, Edith Piaf, belting out that song, No Regrets. She lived a raucous life and lost her love, Marcel Cerdan, the champion boxer, in a plane crash but she never gave in to sorrow.
As a septuagenarian I have rescanned my own life and come up with a few minor lamentations. A minor regret that has plagued my later career in journalism is that I didn’t pay more attention in my typing class in high school. “Hunt and peck” style doesn’t do wonders when writing essays.
It’s early morning and I’ve barely stepped onto the sands of Whitney Beach, across from our winter rental in Longboat Key, Florida and a sense of mystery permeates the air. A split second ago a mercurial warbler zipped around some tall beach grass and vanished before I could get my binoculars on it. Frustrating. I used to know the bird’s name but forgot it. However, I’m developing a mental file folder of its behavioral habits and when I get the name next time I won’t forget it.
Lately I have been hounded constantly to join groups of my high school acquaintances in conversations over the Internet. Actually, I graduated from James Monroe High School in the East Bronx over 60 years ago.
Stretching my imagination to the fullest I wonder what we two old high school buddies could talk about. If we haven’t connected in the last 60 years, what chance do we have of establishing a meaningful relationship today?
On Feb. 18, Nassau County Executive Edward P. Mangano was joined by Stephen J. Acquario, executive director of the New York State Association of Counties (NYSAC) and Dr. Larry Cohen, DDS, of Bethpage, to announce that Nassau County is leading the way to provide residents with a new voluntary Dental Network Card Program. Mangano said this will make going to the dentist easier and more affordable and that Nassau County is the first county in New York State to offer this program to its constituents.
“To retire or not to retire?” that is the question?
Start weighing the negatives and positives in your mind. Working in a job for 30 or 40 years, lulls you into an atmosphere of ease and contentment about the future. There are no questions of where you have to be Monday through Friday at nine to five.
The title of this month’s column is likely to evoke associations of murder and mayhem. However, don’t be misled; this is not a tale of teens gone bad. It is about our winter of discontent. And, I am not talking about NIFA taking over Nassau County’s finances.
As a born New Yorker, I have always felt that it is a distinct privilege to be close to the New York cultural scene. The “Great White Way” now sparkles with the three plays I am about to speak of.
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