This article is being written poolside in 85 degree weather in San Diego. The palm trees are swaying and the sun is strong and pure. I am here to celebrate my grand-daughter, Rachel’s graduation from high school. In the fall, she will enter Cornell University.
As I sit here, my mind goes back to the past year and the loss of four of my favorite friends. These were guys, I could speak with about any topic with complete confidentiality. Usually, the subjects ranged from financial to family with a lot of feeling in all matters. I miss these guys and I miss not being able to confide in them.
Alley Pond Park in Queens has 655,294 acres of trees, paths and kettle ponds in which to see the migration of spring birds. One morning, this spring, I found a section of the park that I couldn’t recall being in since I started walking it in 1959.
At the edge of a pond with cattails, an industrious robin gathers drying mud in its bill, then flies. It is likely his pickup will become part of the bird’s cup-shaped nest that will be built five to 20 feet off the ground. Another robin takes a bath, flapping its wings and dipping its head. With droplets of water on its back, the robin goes to a rock to dry.
And then there are the warnings about the emerging of those pesky cicadas, which will appear on the scene after a 17-year hiatus. Morning doves perched on a tree branch outside my bedroom window are melodious, unlike the cicadas with their endless screeching sounds and the mess they leave behind upon their demise. A green and weed free lawn is a challenge during these months where I find my husband scanning the shelves at the local garden supply center looking for what “really might work.”
We just got back from Cancun, Mexico. The Cancun Peninsula projects into the Gulf of Mexico. It is three and half hours from JFK Airport with Jet Blue Airlines. We did not know what to expect. We spent four wonderful days at a “destination wedding.” This is a term that is new to me, but a pleasant one.
My beautiful wife, Lorraine, and I were invited to our dear friend Bob’s daughter’s wedding. The Mexican people throughout the magnificent resort were super friendly. We were always greeted with “Hola, Buenos Dias.” What a nice way to start the day.
My 7-year-old grandson, Lewis, has become a fan of George Washington. He has guided my wife and me on a tour of the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see pictures of his idol. He lives two blocks from the Met and he is a frequent visitor to the museum. Lewis knows his way around the museum like a guide, while I get lost there in about ten minutes.
We decided, on a Sunday morning, to take Lewis to The Frick Museum, to see the artwork there. We stood on a line about a block and a half long to make our entrance. Lewis, his father Gregg, Lorraine and I waited our turn to enter patiently. When we got to the head of the line, a uniformed guard pointed to Lewis and asked abruptly, “How old is that boy?”
Freedom is our cause, but freedom does not come free and many have paid the ultimate price. The America we know would not be the same were it not for the men and women we honor on Memorial Day. All of us at the Long Island State Veterans Home would like to take this opportunity to remember those brave men and women whose ultimate sacrifice has helped to protect the freedoms we enjoy today.
In this year’s Syosset Central School District Board of Education elections the community is fortunate to have someone running who is one of the finest candidates to come along in many years. He’s William Weiner and he deserves your support at the ballot on Tuesday, May 21.
This letter was sent to Carol Hankin, Superintendent of Syosset Schools, and Richard Schaub, Director of Athletics at Syosset School District
This letter is being written by 17 plus families who have discussed the status of the coaching in the district in light of the Rutgers University issues.
For many years, we have complained of the bullying tactics and use of cursing of many of the coaching staff for our children. Many of us have graduates of the school, and some still have student athletes. There are some very dedicated and wonderful coaches on staff, who seem to accomplish making the team experience a positive one without use of these unacceptable tactics.
At the age of five years old, the doctors proclaimed that my son Adam was “uncoordinated.” Adam was the surviving twin and that may have been the reason for his slower physical development. I was told that enrolling him in a soccer program would help his evolution and maturation. After all “every boy can kick a ball”.
I signed him up with the Hicksville Soccer Club and we awaited a call from his future coach. His coach, as it turned out, was a Frenchman who worked as a chef at one of the finer French restaurants in Manhattan. Since the coach held his practices on Wednesdays, my day off, I was able to go to the afternoon practices.
Long Island Wins recently received a $20,000 grant from the Long Island Unitarian Universalists Fund administered through the Long Island Community Foundation. The grant will help the group continue its work building welcoming communities on Long Island and promoting commonsense immigration policy.
“Long Island Wins provides a great resource for helping the community come together around the issues of immigration,” said Mary Beth Guyther, program officer of the Long Island Community Foundation. “It’s important to involve the community, and it takes an organization such as Long Island Wins to build those bridges and to make a change.”
Maryann Sinclair Slutsky, executive director of Long Island Wins, writes a regular column for this newspaper.
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