What is this? Are we in a third-world country?
In the past week, we- the Greenbergs of Jericho- have suffered two separate and debilitating outages.
First, we came home to a non-television evening. We had to listen to the Mets game on the radio. After that, there was nothing left to do but read. I am not into an interesting book at present, so The New York Post and Newsday were the reading material of choice.
On May 27, newly elected Nassau County Comptroller George Maragos proudly announced his candidacy for the U.S. Senate- after less than 5 months in office! Such a disgraceful and cynical abuse of our nation’s electoral process, as well as such a slap-in the face to every citizen who voted for him, should not go unchallenged.
Clearly, campaigning against current Senator Charles Schumer will leave Comptroller Maragos limited time in which to better learn his relatively new job-which we are paying him to do. If he wins, he will undoubtedly have left many of his campaign promises unfulfilled.
We’ll Take Manhattan….
9 a.m. in Jericho on a Saturday with no plans!
What to do? Where to go? Don’t waste the day!
Step One: Get The New York Times and The New Yorker. See what plays in which you have an interest in seeing a matinee are running.
(This letter was sent to President Barack Obama by the New York chapter of the National Association of Jewish Legislators President Charles Lavine, NYS Assemblyman, 13th A.D. and to Anton Community Newspapers.)
Dear President Obama:
The New York chapter of the National Association of Jewish Legislators urges you to remain resolute in American support of Israel, which continues to be our staunch ally.
Arizona’s draconian new anti-immigrant law has aroused some strong feelings, to say the least.
My column last month, calling for a boycott of Arizona in light of the state’s new law generated a lot of responses, both in Anton newspapers and on my organization’s website, www.LongIslandWins.com. Readers opined about the law from a variety of perspectives, many thoughtful, some hateful, and nearly all impassioned.
Yes! ladies and gentlemen, I am a Mets fan!
It is not an easy job, as they tear your heart out on many occasions but they thrill you at many other times.
On Thursday evening, on June 10, I was present at Citifield for a Mets-Padres game. The parking fee was $19 - a bit higher than last year. My seat was in the Promenade section that is in the stratosphere of the stadium. Up and up my companion Bill Kusnitz and I traveled to our wet seats. It rained before game time but the blue skies defeated the gray rain clouds in a battle of weather. It was the second game of a double-header that had been rained out the night before.
I find watching spring rain to be soothing, mood enhancing and something in which I can lose myself. Last June, however, the total amount of rain that fell was 10.06 inches, more than twice the average for the month. The constant rain took an emotional toll on people, which a New York Times article referred to as “rain rage.” However, for much of the month I saw the rain as something that created theater in non-theatrical settings.
We are now in the vacation season.
Somehow, not everything goes smoothly and free from trouble when we are on holiday. This story, that I will unfold, happened in the Scottish Highlands.
We had come from Glasgow and Loch Ness (we never managed to see Nessie, the monster of the lake.). The highlands were verdant and lush green. The Royal Family take their relaxation trips to Balmoral Castle in the Highlands.
Pop’s Pool Room
At the crossroads of the two major avenues of the East Bronx was a magical, idyllic spot known as Pop’s Pool Room. It was the place where I spent most of my spare time between the ages of 16 and 24, subtracting the two years that Pop banned me from his establishment.
I don’t recall (honestly) why I was exiled, but I did get excellent grades at CCNY those years, which probably lifted my grade point average and allowed me to go to dental school. Pop had given me the sobriquet or nickname “The Millionaire Kid” because my parents owned a successful dry-goods store on 174th street.
It was a beautiful sunny day in Seoul, Korea.
I was a dental officer working in the Marvin W. Carius Clinic. (He was a dentist who was killed in the Korean War.) The year was 1960 and the army base was in Yongsan, Seoul.
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