On a recent holiday trip to New York City with my beautiful wife Lorraine, we were confronted by a few problems, which we overcame by sheer fortitude.
Let me explain.
We took the Long Island Rail Road because we saw on TV that the streets had not completely recovered from the most recent devastating snow and windstorm. We were going to visit my son Gregg, who lives on 83rd Street near Park Avenue.
My friend, Ralph Kolodny, professor emeritus at Boston University School of Social Work, commented on the brutality of the schoolyard in children’s lives. He said, “We tend to forget the pain that normally characterizes interaction among children. Oddly enough,” he added, “the work of the imaginative journalist or novelist often provides a more accurate picture.”
For example, in Ray Bradbury‘s short story “The Playground,” Charles Underhill, a widower, tried to protect his son from the terror of the schoolyard. Underhill wondered how childhood could be considered the best time of life, when it was the “most terrible, most merciless era, the barbaric time when there were no police to protect you, only parents preoccupied with themselves and their taller world.”
At year’s end we all get introspective and philosophical!
Resolutions and persistent statements are flying all over the place and directly into our lives. Most will be forgotten and misplaced sometime in January, but their value is unmistakable.
Maya Angelou, the poet and author, was interviewed on her 70th birthday by Oprah. Her humble and honest statements registered with me, and so I pass them on to you. After all, the name of this column is “Over 60 and Getting Younger.”
Being a lifelong resident of Plainview and a water district commissioner for the last 12 years has allowed me to truly understand the needs of this community. I will continue to work diligently to ensure that all the residents of the Plainview-Old Bethpage community receive the highest quality water at the lowest possible cost.
“Be careful- don’t fall, we can’t afford it!”
These are the words of warning that my beautiful wife Lorraine blesses me with every day. Whether I am going out to bring in the newspapers, or take out the trash or the yellow recycling barrel, these warnings ring in my ears. Usually I am watchful and circumspect in my approach to the dangers and hazards of suburban living, so these cautionary words are not necessary.
Fresh from a “shellacking” (his own words), the United States and its President moved into a congressional Lame Duck situation. This is not good for either party.
Many of the congressman and senators will be gone as we start the new political year. Yet according to our Constitution, they are still active in the legislative process. Each party is trying to fulfill its standard position. It is a matter of living up to stereotypes that are centuries old. It is almost a heritage of the past.
“The strange, uneven bill of the skimmer has a purpose: the bird flies low, with the long lower mandible plowing the water, and snaps the bill shut when it contacts a fish.”
In a few weeks my wife and I will be on Longboat Key, Florida for our sixth winter. Almost every morning during the past winters I’ve crossed the street to Whitney Beach. After walking for one-third of a mile there is practically always a collection of shorebirds that I call the “assembled multitude.” This mass includes gray-headed laughing gulls, royal terns with long orange bills, some sandwich terns with yellow on the tips of their black bills, a few Forster’s terns and black skimmers.
I was saddened to learn of the passing of one of the true giants of the Plainview-Old Bethpage community – Gene Goidell.
Gene was an active and involved member of our community for a half century. He had a true passion for community service and the kind of “can-do” attitude that is far too rare these days. Whatever Gene did, he did with enthusiasm and a maximum effort.
How can a loving father review a play written and produced by one of his children?
I gave myself this extremely arduous and demanding task after attending the opening performance of Clemenza and Tessio Are Dead at The Shell Theater at 300 West 43rd Street.
According to my son Gregg Greenberg, the playwright, it is a comedy-drama parody of the movie The Godfather. Two of the soldiers of the Don Corleone Mafia family are discussing their prospects in a world that is changing, and they are two dinosaurs of a past life.
Because of the response to our column on movies, I realize we have many film buffs out there. This column will bring back memories of some not-so-popular movies. The selection had no particular genre or theme in mind, only terrific and almost forgotten films.
How many do you remember?
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