“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.
The Nassau County Interim Finance Authority or “NIFA” recently issued a control period over County finances. NIFA is comprised of non-elected and unaccountable individuals appointed by State politicians.
When I was a young man in the 1940s and 1950s, we celebrated Feb. 12 as Abraham Lincoln’s birthday and Feb. 22 as George Washington’s day of birth. Somewhere along the way, we have scrunched (is that a word?) the two together.
Sometimes birding is memorable not just because of the birds but also because of the place where they were seen. The two can be inseparable in enhancing the experience of birding. Last winter in Florida that happened at three favorite birding haunts.
Early in February temperatures are averaging 15-20 degrees below their usual 70s. In the late afternoon I’m walking Whitney Beach on Longboat Key. A man is wearing fleece and a large watch cap. Is this Maine or Florida?
The Middle East is aflame!
Snow has blanketed the country!
Heating bills are heading for the roof!
What can we do about it?
Let’s have a Super Bowl Party!
It’s 2011 – by now you have had to figure out that when living on Long Island you have to be loud. Sometimes the loudness will come from yelling over the honking horns and traffic on the Long Island Expressway. Sometimes the loudness will come from singing along with the national anthem at a Long Island Ducks or New York Islanders game. Sometimes the loudness will come from shouting your order of fruit and vegetables at a local farmers market that’s bustling with hundreds of Long Islanders.
Bulletin: “Snow is coming up the East Coast!”
It’s another Nor’easter!
12 inches of snow!
Will the NYC airports be closed?
(Editor’s Note: Since Stanley Greenberg is on vacation this week, in this issue we present an encore of a column that originally ran on Jan. 28, 2005.) The winter of 1948 prepared me for the future. The snowfall that winter was 24 inches and the East Bronx that I lived in came to a definite standstill. Life to me, a 14-year-old, was a series of basketball and stickball games with a little bit of junior high school thrown in. The snow was interfering with my athletic career.
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