As I read the last issue of the Syosset-Jericho Tribune, I looked at each article searching for the familiar names of former students here in Jericho or the accomplishments of the professional staff I had the pleasure of working with for many years. It always brings me a sense of pride in community as I read these articles. I finished the paper reading about softball sign-up for SYAC girls softball and knew that it was a sure sign of spring; more reliable than the groundhog.
However, there is definitely an elephant in the room that has not been addressed that affects our community directly, and that is the zone change petition from residential to commercial on Old Cedar Swamp Road to accommodate the development of an assisted living facility on 3.38 acres next to Jericho High School and Middle School.
The year was 1961. It was a year of love and magic: Louise and Lorraine Meyerovitch both became engaged. Louise was involved with a tall, thin, handsome doctor and Navy man from Saint Albans, New York. He was a real catch, as was Louise, a gorgeous, intelligent and capable gal from the suburbs of Washington D.C.
In comparison, her sister Lorraine was short-changed: all she got was a big-mouth dentist from the Bronx (a.k.a. me.)
With apologies to William Shakespeare, I have twisted Hamlet’s speech in light of the current Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. As my wife and I watched the parade of beautiful pooches, we thought lovingly of our Shih Tzu, Ming, who lived with us for 21 years. She is still in our hearts and memories.
Should we go back to being dog-owners, with all the benefits as well as drawbacks? After all, walking a dog in two feet of snow is not a pleasant task for septuagenarians. As we watched the wondrous breeds on television, we were almost swayed. Madison Square Garden was all decked out for the 2,721 dogs competing for the 2013 Westminster Crown.
Finally (maybe) there’s some good news on immigration reform. There seems to be real movement in Washington on the issue. It seems that now that the people are leading, our leaders are following.
First, a group of eight United States senators revealed a bipartisan immigration plan to reform our broken immigration system. Some of the principles outlined are far from perfect, but the fact is that several conservative Republicans have committed in writing and in public to allowing immigrants an earned path to citizenship, a central tenet that’s necessary to real reform.
There is one trait that is a necessity for living the good life on Long Island. Without this attribute, life would turn into an uncomfortable struggle on a daily, weekly, or monthly basis. I am referring to the payment of bills: so many bills and so little time to pay them.
The average homeowner, condo-owner or renter does not happily look forward to the first of the month. Paying the mortgage is paramount! All other bills will have to bide their time until this payment comes out of the checkbook. Unavoidable!
I’ll just come out and say it: I hate Valentine’s Day. As far as I’m concerned, it exists purely to make some people look bad, and almost everybody feel awful.
When I was single, Valentine’s Day seemed tailor-made to highlight the flaws in your relationship, if you had one, and in your entire life, if you didn’t. Now that I am married, Valentine’s Day just makes both of us crazy, running around to make sure we buy SOMEthing so as not to come home covered in guilt. But of course, all the somethings are way over-priced – they saw us coming a month away – so that even when I come home with one, I still feel taken advantage of. No “good love” there!
Recently, in my Shakespeare class at SUNY Old Westbury with Professor Hegde, the class was given as assignment. It was “discuss whether and/or why Shakespeare should be considered a creative genius.”
It is a fact that the plots or storylines in all of Shakespeare’s plays (about 36 of them) were based on pre-existing sources, in many instances, stories by other authors, Plutarch’s lives, etc.
“Quite as important as legislation is vigilant oversight of administration.”
- President Woodrow Wilson
While I wasn’t looking for a fight during this recovery, I was elected to do a job. I am fighting to hold Nassau County accountable on how it spends millions of dollars after superstorm Sandy.
In the fifteen years I have been writing this “world famous” column for the Syosset-Jericho Tribune, I have exposed much about my family and personal life. Recently, I came onto some facts that are interesting and harmless. Harmless, because all of the parties involved died long ago, and are now buried in our family plot in the Kopyczncer Lodge burial grounds on Staten Island.
My father’s father Eisig (Isaac) was a soldier in World War I for the Polish Army. I do remember my grandfather telling me some of his war stories, when I visited him and my grandmother Anna (Chancha) in 1945, in Monticello, N.Y.
When you go birding you never know what you’re going to see. During four days last February, walking a Florida beach on Longboat Key that has a rich variety of shorebird life, I was able to see up close some things I’d never before noticed about familiar birds.
Feb. 3. On Beer Can Island, which is the Longboat’s northernmost tip, are some ravaged ash colored fallen trees with huge exposed root systems. One is wet with weeds and clinging to it are barnacles and shells. Nearby is an oystercatcher, large at 17.5-inches, with a long, thick red bill, white breast and black back. Digging in the wet sand this shorebird is putting on a demonstration of how it gets clamshells. That thick red bill is partially buried in the sand. When it pulls the bill out there’s a small white shell that is quickly swallowed. When digging, the bill is turned somewhat to the right. Last year when I saw these birds feeding I wondered if they weren’t “right-handed.” Now I’m again wondering.
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