In honor of National Red Cross Month, we would like to recognize our Everyday Heroes from Long Island who reach out to help their neighbors when they need it most.
These everyday heroes help disaster victims get back on the road to recovery. They donate lifesaving blood. They help brighten the day of injured service members who are far from home. They take lifesaving skills classes; they then step forward to help a heart attack victim or to save a drowning child.
I read John Owens’ article on Inisfada (“Not Just A Mansion, But A Monument Lost”) with nostalgia and sadness. I knew the history of the Brady family, in particular Mrs. Brady.
I miss attending mass, retreats and wonderful holiday events. Inisfada was a very cohesive local community.
The article offered some small amount of closure, so thanks for that.
“In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.” — Mark Twain
This winter seemed to have been endless days of snow, slush, and ice, so we welcome the variety that spring has to offer. The Floral Park Public Library has a lot of variety to offer as well to its patrons.
Every year we look forward to Girl Scout cookie season, which runs from early January to late March—even though the calories involved do not help us lose the extra pounds we picked up over the holidays. We buy our Thin Mints and Tagalongs in bulk, but even so we’re out long before the next round of sales. So we are always in a state of eager anticipation by the time the girls in green and brown appear in front of the Long Island Railroad station in Floral Park. We don’t even mind their parents shilling the tasty treats at work.
On the morning of February 14, the U.S received a Valentine from President Karzai of Afghanistan when the gates of the Bagram prison swung open and 65 men with grizzled beards and blood-soaked hands were let out to breathe the fresh air of freedom. These prisoners were not some disgruntled Episcopalians, but Jihad fighters directly linked to attacks killing or wounding U.S. and Afghan security personnel.
No wonder Americans are looking at the Afghan situation as a Sisyphean nightmare. President Karzai of Afghanistan, who the U.S. supported and funded, is veering inexorably toward the Taliban. America’s options seem a lot like the man who went to see his clergyman for advice and was told that two roads lay before him—“one that went straight to hell” and the other that led “right to damnation.”
Just wanted to take a moment to commend the publishing and editorial teams at the Floral Park Dispatch on the return of its weekly presence and note that it is even better than ever. I’m big on “Letters to the Editor” and especially so when it comes to any communication having to do with my beloved hometown. I’m an FP kid (though born and raised on the “Queens” side of the tracks, and now a decade-long resident of King Street just blocks from my cherished memories as a grade school child at St. Hedwig’s.
Confidence and trust in government appears to continue to erode because of political infighting, and the perception of waste, fraud, and limited transparency. This is why my office has taken small yet significant steps to attempt to restore some trust through transparency.
Our latest step came last week when we made available to the public on the Comptroller’s Facebook page all 2013 Nassau County contracts with vendors as well as all the bills paid by the County. In keeping with my office’s prudent standards of controlling costs and promoting innovation, we used the latest social media tools to make this information available to the greatest number of residents by using Facebook, Twitter and Google Docs. Not a single taxpayer dollar has been spent for this important public service.
You know Old Man Winter has overstayed his welcome when even a middle school student will say he doesn’t want any more snow days.
We love the sugar-frosted dusting of a first snow in the treetops along Tulip Avenue, but after that first dusting, it tends to get dirty and dangerous. Ice that glitters in the branches or along telephone lines starts melt, breaking off branches and denting cars parked in the street below. Did we mention cars? Winter driving is all problems. At times Floral Park feels like an episode of Ice Road Truckers. The potholes—plenty deep and getting deeper—make every drive an “off-road” experience. Salt and sand eat away chassis. Both black and white ice send us skidding. And they all conspire to send us to the mechanic to spend money. Did we mention money? We just got our bills from National Grid and fuel oil suppliers. Harumph. And we just hate being cold all the time.
Enough is enough. Let us hope that the latest snowstorm is the last and that Malverne Mel and Holstville Hal, Long Island’s bellwether groundhogs, were right: Spring is coming early this year.
I’m lucky to live only blocks away from an unspoiled piece of nature, where a pond-side bench lets me sit and enjoy a big cup of coffee and a plastic-tipped cigar.
From this vantage point, my mind wanders freely. I often reminisce of my childhood, where in every season and at every age I spent time here.
I guess I rained on the parade and I have to admit, it felt pretty good.
I’m talking about New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio’s ill-conceived plan to raise taxes to purportedly pay for universal pre-k in New York City public schools. On its surface, it’s a noble idea and one that would eventually bridge gaps of inequality for future New Yorkers. Honestly, who wouldn’t be in favor of improving the education system? I guess that’s why the mayor made it one of his core campaign promises even though he knew full well that enacting it was totally out of his control. What he continuously failed to point out is that responsibility for making such an aggressive plan actually work falls squarely on the shoulders of state legislators and Governor Cuomo in Albany. And it’s no secret that together, we’ve spent the last four years fervently trying to lower taxes—not raise them.
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