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.
“Show me your papers.”
It’s a phrase that most of us never expect to hear. It’s something that only happens to other people, right?
Not in Arizona. Not anymore.
A new draconian immigration bill requires police officers in the state to check a person’s immigration status if the officer suspects that the person is here illegally.
I have never thought of myself as a particularly brave person; however, each day I take upon myself a truly terrifying task. People have been killed, maimed, or scarred for life doing this thing that I have chosen to do, and knowing this, I must somehow find the courage to continue on. I wish I could now segue into my dazzling adventures as a mountain climber or Bengal tiger trainer, or something with equal glamour, but unfortunately that’s not where this is going; I’m talking about driving on Jericho Turnpike.
In April. when the first green buds appear on bare trees, the Long Island landscape begins to resemble an impressionist painting in progress. That, and migrating spring birds make it my favorite time of year to bird. Last spring, my friend Walter and I went to three places on two successive weekends to observe the annual spring migration. In each locale there were scenes that looked like paintings and migrant birds heading north.
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