The annual migration of birds coincides with nature’s rebirth, which alters the landscape. Birding in early spring begins with barren terrain and over the course of a few weeks, as Mother Nature sketches a work in progress, the vista changes the whole time, delighting the senses.
The theme of the latest Woody Allan movie Midnight in Paris has been captured in English Literature many times. “We are living in dreary, unproductive and somber times at the present and we long for wonderful and exciting yesterdays.” The heroes of the past are elevated to glorious heights and we stand in awe of them and, to a degree, worship them.
The Plainview-Old Bethpage Board of Education would like to thank all our stakeholders for your support in passing both our 2011-12 School Budget and Capital Reserve propositions by 65 percent!
Thanks to your support we are able to maintain our educational programs, sports teams, clubs, and staff, even in these difficult economic times.
While driving east on the Long Island Expressway, I observed a most disheartening sight. On the right hand side, between exits 48 and 49, where there once were glorious orange pumpkin fields, only large metal skeletons are visible. My mind’s eye reflected back to hundreds of children wandering through the crops and choosing the proper sized and shaped pumpkin for their homes and classrooms.
How can these future office buildings or condominiums attempt to replace the enchantment and glee of our future generations? To paraphrase Joni Mitchell, “You pave paradise and put up a parking lot.”
We looked at the N.Y. Times listing of plays for a Wednesday matinee and we chose Arcadia, a Tom Stoppard play. It was listed as “best play revival” and “best featured actor,” Billy Cruddup. A code number and a credit card got us 4th row center seats at a discounted price.
We hopped an LIRR train at 12:22 at the Hicksville station. The conductor arrived and we requested senior citizen rates to Penn Station. A darling woman in the seat in front of us turned around and said to Lorraine, “You can’t be a senior citizen, you are too pretty and young looking.” What a wonderful way to start the day!
For too long, Nassau Coliseum and the property that surrounds it has laid to waste rather than generate revenue for the county that can help hold the line on property taxes. The Coliseum is no longer competitive with other sports complexes around the nation. Long Island’s only professional sports team, the Islanders, face the potential of having to leave Nassau in 2015 when their lease expires should a new arena not be built. A countless number of residents have contacted me with concerns over losing the Islanders. These residents do not want to see the Coliseum doors shuttered, people losing their jobs or the loss of economic benefits currently received from our hotels, restaurants and stores.
The Spanish explorers in the 16th century traveled across the Atlantic Ocean on a mission of dual purposes. It was God and gold. Which one was more important is a question that was never truly answered.
The Aztecs of Mexico and the Incas of Peru were brutalized by Cortez and Pizarro. The Spaniards were fed by a legend called El Dorado. Gold was reputed to be as common as sand. The Gold Rush of 1849 brought people from all over the world to California. So many miners came to the California territory that it had enough people to be admitted as a state in 1850.
Flemming Hansen didn’t necessarily expect to be an entrepreneur. And he didn’t expect to be plying his trade here on Long Island.
Growing up in Denmark, he aspired to become a chef; decades later, he found success as a baker. Close enough.
But to his surprise, he ended up running a profitable business far from his native homeland: In 1998, Hansen opened Copenhagen Bakery in Northport, which has become one of the best-known and most popular cake shops on Long Island.
The clever, negative Ogden Nash rhyme about the Bronx does not represent the true nature of growing up in this borough.
We lived in a two bedroom apartment on Bryant Ave; the major cross street was 174th St., and that is where my father and mother worked daily in Greenberg’s Dry Goods Store. The apartment was directly around the corner from the store.
The neighborhood had value because it was two city blocks from the 174th St. station on the Lexington Ave. line and the 7th Avenue line. Very convenient.
Last spring, on an unusually cold April day, my friend Walter and I are at Alley Pond Park to see migrating birds. At a pond we see a few male red-winged blackbirds with their bright red epaulets, some Canada geese and robins. Homies. It becomes apparent that if we are going to see migrating spring birds that we are going to have to go off the beaten path. Going through a bush filled area we pass some trees that are bare and corkscrew-shaped with deep grooves in the bark. If they could talk, what tales would they tell about the snows of winter?
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