Two wonderful things happened to this 78-year-old on the way to and in the city of Austin, Texas. First, I was told I could leave my shoes and jacket on through airport security, because my birth date was before 1937. Secondly, after a one-hour wait at an old-fashioned barbershop on Congress Street in town, I paid only $10 for a wonderful short haircut. Everyone else paid $18. No one was in a hurry.
Austin, the capitol of Texas, has many wonderful offerings. The first day, we walked along Congress Street, visiting unique shops and eateries. Allen’s Boots is an amazing cowboy store with hundreds of male and female fancy boots, Texas-sized hats (I bought one), and silver buckles and shirts. We ate Tex-Mex food at Magnolia’s Cafe.
While I’m in total agreement with John Owens’ “Buttafuocoed” views about Long Island, I have some disagreements with John Collins’ reaction letter published last week (“Joey’s Legacy”).
Collins is absolutely right when he says that “[Long Island] lacks political leadership that has any sense of vision for this area. The politicians are too vested in partisan politics and patronage. They lack the intelligence, experience and commitment to develop any bold, creative solutions to Long Island’s challenges...how dysfunctional the governmental process is in both counties. It is a half-century history of one stupid decision after another.”
As I approach 70 myself, my retirement letters-to-the-editor writing efforts pale in comparison to the nearing-90 newsman Lou Sanders’ still-ongoing twice-monthly column in the Mineola American. I tip my hat to him; especially since I’m confident that he knows there is no such place as “BinghamPton.” The otherwise-perfect “Hardest Working Newsman In Town” profile about him said that when he was much younger he “worked to get a Sunday section on track for the BinghamPton Press in upstate New York.” However, as a 1965 graduate of SUNY-Binghamton University (when it was known as Harpur College), I can assure you that there is no “p” in “Binghamton.” Even if it was spelled “BinghamPton”, it is in no way, shape or form related or similar to the Long Island HamPtons. There may be an East HamPton, a SouthamPton, a WesthamPton, and even a BridgehamPton; but there is No “BinghamPton—and never the twain shall meet. Right, Lou?
Homeowners who have not filed property assessment appeals in the last two years should file prior to May 1, 2013 deadline
Home prices fluctuate annually throughout Nassau County due to market conditions. In some cases, the price fluctuations may be uneven within the same area or amongst individual homes. The annual property re-assessment process, from the creation of the tentative roll to the end of the grievance process, is intended to deliver a final roll, which is as fair as possible, and free of errors. The grievance part of the process is intended to give homeowners the opportunity to point out and correct any errors in their individual assessment.
Nice work by John Owens on the “...Buttafuocoed” article (Anton Weekly, March 22). His take on what is needed to revitalize Long Island makes a great deal of sense. The problem, as I see it, is that we lack political leadership that has any sense of vision for this area. The politicians are too vested in partisan politics and patronage. They lack the intelligence, experience and commitment to develop any bold, creative solutions to Long Island’s challenges.
Having lived in Nassau for over 40 years and having worked in Suffolk for 20 years, it never ceases to amaze me how dysfunctional the governmental process is in both counties. It is a half-century history of one stupid decision after another; one missed opportunity after another. For this to happen in a state as great as New York, and in close proximity to a city as vibrant as NYC, is embarrassing and destructive.
The LIRR train was packed with happy young people, all dressed up for the St. Patrick’s Day Parade. One guy was wearing a kilt, and everyone else seemed to be wearing bright green.
Lorraine and I were going to see the new show Kinky Boots: honestly, we had no idea what to expect. The show was still in previews, opening for reviews on April 4. The Al Hirschfield Theater on 45th Street quickly filled and seating was completely sold out for the performance.
Birds Fly, Images Remain
One recent March night in Florida, I lay awake at 3 a.m. watching images of birds and other wildlife dance in the darkness. They were of rare or uncommon recent sightings. Unable to forget them, I was writing an outline in my head of this article. Knowing I’d never remember it in the morning I got up to write while standing at the kitchen island in dim light. Part of the following is what I scrawled that night.
The Sea’s Toll
The day after a heavy rain, the beach has whitecaps that are out of a Winslow Homer painting. This isn’t the usual calm Gulf of Mexico. A dead loon is on the sand in calm finality. Did it exhaust itself struggling against that sea? Nearby is a lightning whelk egg case, something that rarely washes up here. Bone- colored, rather long and thick, it resembles a heavy snake. This once had contained the eggs, which spawned large numbers of lightning whelks common on Florida’s Gulf Coast. I carry it on a stick to show my wife the sea’s mystery, which is sometimes called a “mermaids necklace.” A woman apparently fascinated by it gets her camera and takes several pictures.
What would you, my reader, do if you lived in Jericho, Nassau County and you wished to meet and eat with a dear old friend on a Sunday afternoon; a friend who recently moved further out on the Island, in Suffolk County.
The answer is obvious: Select a spot in the heart of downtown Huntington and have your meeting there. My beautiful wife Lorraine and our friend Marilyn decided to meet at The Book Revue in downtown Huntington. I remember the bookstore because I read a few chapters from my book, Over 60 and Getting Younger there several years ago.
As a die-hard Brooklyn Dodgers and New York Mets baseball fan, I have always desired to go to spring training to see my teams perform in the Grapefruit League. Last week, at 78 years old, my wish came true.
With three other gentlemen, we flew to West Palm Beach Airport. Next we picked up a Toyota Avalon at Alamo Car Rental and proceeded toward Port St. Lucie to watch the 2013 Mets. On the way (Route 95 North), a black cloud filled with rain tried to get in our way, but it could not stop us. We had great hopes that our three-day stay would not be rained out. As it turned out, the Florida sun greeted us in Port St. Lucie. It was great to wear shorts and golf shirts under a sunny sky. We checked into the Main Stay Hotel ($75 a night).
Redistricting should be non-political and fair. Unfortunately, it never is. The way redistricting is done in most areas leads to distrust, aggravation and unfair results. Such is the case in Nassau County as we all struggled through the redistricting saga.
My strong suggestion on the day of the vote, which, by the way, received some support from Republicans, is to have redistricting occur by a non-political, good government committee, with the final approval being given to a Magistrate. The League of Women Voters comes to mind since they worked tirelessly in this process, only to be ignored once the lines were drawn.
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