Grateful to Jack’s for sidewalk repairs
I’d like to commend Jack’s Place at 17 Rosa Road in Schenectady (opposite Ellis Hospital), which serves as a temporary residence for patients’ families, for replacing the sidewalk that borders the property on Rosa and Athol roads. This is a most commendable and welcome addition to the neighborhood and the community. It’s great that they were able to proceed with this project, which is a sorely needed upgrade in many areas and for which property owners are responsible.
It is with great hope that other sidewalks in dire need of repair, such as the stretch on Nott Street by the Ellis parking garage, will receive the same attention before pedestrians are seriously injured.
Our appreciation to Jack’s Place for doing this. Every wish for their continued success.
Politicians should feel family’s pain
On Oct. 30, 1988, in the now sanctuary state of California, my sister Ellen was murdered by an illegal Guatemalan immigrant. Originally from Schenectady, Ellen was an honors graduate both from Niskayuna High School and Siena College.
The irony of this is that Ellen was an advocate for Hispanics, as a senior human resource manager in charge of equal employment opportunity at a McDonnell Douglas-Long Beach. Not only did she speak fluent Spanish, most of her friends in southern California were legal Latinos.
I write because my blood boils lately and you know why. I wish I could flip a switch and take away all the pain my family had to endure, even 30 years later. I would ask God that I wish he could inflict this pain on the individuals who most deserve it. This would be the politicians who embrace their own power at the expense of the people they were elected to keep safe. Most likely, you never hear about a governor or senator’s family in harm’s way, since they live behind strong walls and are backed up by the fire power of a small army. Immorality is best defined by our country being turned into a Third World nation by open border frauds.
So terrible for me it has come to this. I am not proud of these thoughts — abandoning my core Christian beliefs because the deceit these politicians peddle needs to be brought to light.
Some ways to find common ground
Happy New Year to all, and it’s quite a 2018 that we are leaving. We seem one step farther away from people of hope and good intention working together as consensus builders. So I’d like to offer my services or some easy-to-achieve consensus-building to start the year off.
Whether you’re enamored of our president or despise him, I think we can build an easy consensus around the belief that his hair is truly bad. It’s like a little orange cloud floating over his scalp. I sometimes imagine that it rains a mist of some “expensive” cologne, like Creed Pure White. My musings aside, I’d bring the gavel down on the bad-hair consensus.
I think we can probably build agreement around the idea that our first lady’s red Christmas trees, obviously from Elizabeth Bathory’s Blood of the Pure Maiden line, were a little creepy. I appreciate creepy and have no real problem with them, though they are not my particular brand of creepy. I think we can build some consensus around them being creepy.
I like people coming together and sharing a laugh. I enjoy doing so with people who share my beliefs, as well as those with whom I completely disagree, as long we can laugh in the mutual humility that we are both members of a ridiculous, self-destructive and self-centered species. I think we can build consensus around that.