This past Thursday, June 6, was a day to remember. I'm old enough to remember D-Day, June 6, 1944, when the Allied armies under General Dwight D. Eisenhower launched the invasion to free Europe from the Nazis ... and it was on June 6, 1969 when I moved into my new house at the top of Orchard Farm Road ... that's my personal D-Day. I've been here more than 10,000 days and nights.
With all that said, Thursday, June 6, was "A Night to Remember." I went to King Kullen to do some light shopping, and left the store at about 10 p.m. As I walked to my car, the sky really opened, and I felt like I was going through a monsoon. I drove very carefully up Shore Road, and by the time I got to Main Street, the downpour became even more severe.
I finally reached Beacon Hill Road, and then had a hard time finding Orchard Farm Road because the intersection was a mini-lake. I drove past Orchard Farm altogether and drove a couple of hundred yards down Beacon Hill going in the wrong direction. I turned back and tried to find the Orchard Farm intersection. I drove in a very hesitant way, with my left turning signal flashing.
Fortunately, a Port Washington patrol car was right in back of me, and I pulled over. The officer asked in effect: "What's wrong?" My reply: "Can you please escort me up Orchard Farm Road? I'm having a tough time driving in this downpour."
He said: "Follow me," and I made it into my driveway without incident.
The moral of this tale is simply: "The Port Washington Police are always on the job and this particular officer had been patrolling all through that heavy downpour.
Finally, I should indicate that Orchard Farm Road is relatively narrow, with cars ordinarily being parked on both sides of the street. And with that situation, it's like "threading a needle." If I was driving alone that fateful night I would have had more problems if a car was coming from the opposite direction.
Again, let me point out, "Thanks PWPD ... we all appreciate what you're doing for us."