A grain of salt for a Cuomo endorsement

NYC mayor Michael Bloomberg is backing Andrew Cuomo over Carl Paladino in New York State’s gubernatorial race.  Just check out YNN’s report.  Woah!  Stop the presses.  Who expected this?

Well… probably everybody.

But wait, it’s gotta be a surprise, right?  After all, wasn’t Bloomberg first elected as a Republican?  Yup.  But prior to that he was a Democrat. Currently he’s an independent.  Personally, I view him as New York’s premier “intrusive government” guy.  You know, the guy at the forefront of smoking bans/cigarette taxation, trans fat bans, and anti-salt activities.

Which makes Cuomo’s statement about Paladino’s latest surge in the polls all the funnier.

Cuomo said, “I take them all [polls] with a grain of salt…”

I don’t disagree with Cuomo.  I think polls are overrated, and we will likely see significant shifts back and forth over the next few weeks.  We will also see a lot of polls.  Cuomo better keep that saltshaker handy.

I wonder if Bloomberg is concerned about Cuomo’s salt intake now?

Ya’ gotta love irony.

Personally, I’ll be taking the mayor’s endorsement with a chunk o’ salt.

Electronic Voting – Underwhelming and Annoying

I make it a habit to take my boys along to watch me vote.  No, I don’t let them pick the candidates… maybe I should.  But that’s a story for another day.  Today, I thought it would be fun for them to tag along and witness my first foray into electronic, rather than mechanical, voting.

I showed up, holding my boys’ hands, to my polling place at 11:50 AM. Ready to cast my primary votes!  I confidently strode into the polling place, eager to fill in the ovals on my ballot and turn ’em into electrons to be counted.

I was greeted with a comment that the polls weren’t open.  Not until noon. Annoyance number one.  Fortunately I could stick around for the extra 12 minutes, (the polling place opened two minutes late).  I didn’t realize that the polls opened later in this area.  Good thing I was able to stick around. I’ll be in class this evening, and wouldn’t make it back by the 9 PM poll closing time.

I found the table for my voting district, signed in, received my ballot (it’s placed inside a privacy folder), and I was escorted to one of the “booths.” Actually, it was just a table set up to allow you the privacy to fill in the little ovals on the ballot.  They provided the pen.  Had it been a #2 pencil, I would have felt like I was back in high school, trying to keep my classmates from cheating off my standardized test.

Not too difficult.

I was escorted to the ballot scanner gizmo.  I think that’s what I’ll call it:  a BSG.  There, a friendly poll worker peered over my shoulder to ensure I placed my ballot into the BSG properly.  Zzzzip.  In went the ballot.  The screen flashed with a “ballot accepted” message.

And I was done.

And annoyed.

I couldn’t understand it.  Yes, I had to wait a little longer.  Yes, I could have figured out the process on my own, and didn’t need the help.  But I was glad the help was there.  In some cases locally, it was needed. According to WNYT, even a couple politicians struggled with the system. Was I concerned that the electronic voting method could be gamed?  Not any more than the mechanical system.  So, why was I annoyed?

Then it dawned on me.  The whole process seemed to be a bit more in the open.  Less privacy.  No curtains closing in a booth.  And the poll worker helping out at the scanner could easily read my ballot.

Not that I’m afraid of sharing my voting record.  I just prefer to do it on my own terms.

And the kids were bored silly.  The electrons aren’t nearly as exciting as the mechanical booth with it’s levers, knobs, and curtain.  The feel just ain’t the same.

Choosing Remembrance

It’s been nine years since the terrorist attacks on New York City and Washington DC that left our nation, and the world, shocked and horrified. Sometimes, it seems like it happened just yesterday.  In all that time, I can’t recall ever writing about it.  Today, I choose to change that.

Thousands died on that awful day.  I watched much of it live on TV.  I had just moved to Elmira, NY.  I lived far from the impact sites.  Still, electronic media brought it much too close.  I sat next to my wife on our couch in our newly rented apartment.  Our rental agent stood nearby.  A repairman who had been working on the apartment quietly sat on the arm of the couch.  I don’t remember either of their names.  Like many others, we shared a morning that is seared into my brain.

Afterward, I remember walking outside and looking up at a bright blue sky. An empty sky.  All air traffic grounded.  I think even the birds chose not to take flight.  The tranquility of the day was in stark contrast to the smoke and chaos that I knew existed at the Pentagon, at the World Trade Center site, and in a field in Pennsylvania.

More recently, I took in the view of the Pentagon in the photo below.  It happened to be another crisp, clear September day.  And my first reaction to seeing the huge building and phenomenal view was, “I wonder what it was like to see the attack on the Pentagon from here?”

To this day, I can’t look into a clear blue sky without a quick reminder of that day.

When that happens, I find it helpful to take a moment for prayer and remembrance.  I choose not to forget that day, but I will not dwell on the horror.  I choose to remember the positives of that day.  The many heroes. The unity it brought.  I choose to honor our soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines who have gone into battle as a result of that day.

That is my remembrance.  What is yours?

Profiles of the Extraordinary – My Friend Kathleen

Kathleen was a close friend of mine from my Navy days.  She and I were both Navy Supply Corps officers serving on a big ol’ gray supply ship.  We both proudly wore our US Navy uniforms with rank insignia on the right collar and the Supply Corps oak leaf & acorns insignia on the opposite side.  (Interesting note… supply officers are often called “chops” because their insignia looks a bit like a pork chop.)

It’s been over a decade since I last saw Kathleen.  The happy memories of our friendship are still vivid.  She served as the Food Service Officer on our ship.  Let’s just say that I ate well while on the ship.  We hung out once or twice on the Jersey Shore.  While overseas, it was Kathleen who accidentally ordered me my first Big Mac.  Our ship was visiting Palma, Spain and the only restaurant open was McDonald’s.  Kathleen tried ordering in Spanish. However, instead of getting one #4 value meal, she got four #1 value meals.  It was Big Macs for the whole gang.

My favorite memory is her involvement in my wedding.  She was one of six officers who participated in creating the sword arch for my wife and me to walk through after the wedding ceremony.

Sword Arch

Kathleen - 2nd from right.

But before I tell you more about Kathleen, I have to explain why I am posting this.  Truthfully, I never expected to profile her.  I have other posts in the queue, including another Profile of the Extraordinary.  There are certainly other issues that deserve my attention, especially in the political realm.  And despite their importance, I have not been able to click on the “publish” button to share them with you.

Why?  I wasn’t sure until tonight.  I suppose I thought that I had some good reasons.  I’ve been busy with grad school work.  I’ve suffered through some recent agonizing tooth pain. (Looks like I’ll need a root canal.  Ugh.)  I had a short bout with a stomach bug.  But those are just excuses.

The reason for this post begins with a recent trip to the Washington DC area.  My wife and I attended the wedding of one of my closest college friends.  He was also another Supply Corps Officer, and he served as my best man and leader of the sword detail for my wedding.  As we attended his wedding reception at Top of the Town in Arlington, VA, we marveled at the magnificent view of Washington, DC.  I was thrilled to chat with several other naval officers at the reception.  Interestingly, I discovered that three of us had served with Kathleen at one command or another. Navy Supply is a small community, I suppose.

View from Top of the Town

It was while talking to these acquaintances that I found out that Kathleen was nearby.  Matter of fact, you could see her place of residence from the reception venue.

Arlington National Cemetery.

Arlington National Cemetery - Just below the Pentagon

Kathleen passed away about a decade ago.  In typical Navy fashion, we had moved away from each other, but we still exchanged Christmas cards. One year, I was surprised when we did not receive a card from her.  A few weeks later, we were stunned to receive a handwritten note from Kathleen’s mother.  It turns out that Kathleen had passed away earlier that year. I believe it was the result of some sort of heart condition.

I smile to know that she is resting peacefully in Arlington.  In my humble opinion, that is the place of greatest honor for an Ordinary Military Citizen to be interred.  She deserves to be there.  She was an extraordinary naval officer.  Dedicated, hard-working, professional, patriotic.  She was an extraordinary friend.  An excellent listener, a great sense of humor.  I still miss her.

It is difficult to type with tears in my eyes.  But they are tears of sadness and joy.

Fair winds and following seas, Kathleen.  Rest in Peace.  We miss you.

Profiles of the Extraordinary is a category within the This Ordinary Citizen blog.  It features Ordinary Citizens who show us what it means to be Extraordinary.  If you know someone who should be profiled, contact the author.

Grad School: A Four-year-old’s Perspective

What happened to the frequent blog posts?

The short answer is grad school.  My fourth semester at The College of Saint Rose started again on August 30th.  It’s going to be another busy semester.

A few days before classes started, I was online and grumbling as I tracked the shipment of my remaining textbooks for the semester.  My four-year-old must have seen that I needed an attitude adjustment.  He padded quietly in bare feet across the carpet of my “man cave,”  (that’s the really messy room where I store all my stuff).

“Dad,” he asked, “are you getting ready for school?”  I nodded in the affirmative, and he stood silently next to my chair as I clicked the mouse. A moment later, he put his hand on my shoulder, patted it, and said, “I’m sure you will do a great job with all the crafts you make at school.”

I smiled and relaxed a bit.

It makes sense.  To him, school should be about doing crafts, singing songs, reading stories, playing outside and napping.

When I told him that we don’t “do crafts” in college, he frowned a bit.  I could see the wheels turning in his head.  But then, his eyes brightened. “Oh well,”  he said,  “I hope you have fun learning more about the Golden Knight.”

That one made me laugh and give him a hug.

To explain, Saint Rose’s sports mascot is the “Golden Knight.”  My son sees it pictured on my student ID whenever I open my wallet.  Perfectly logical.

I will try to remember that story this semester, especially when things get stressful.

With another semester upon me, I will do my best to keep up with the blog.  I still plan to wrap up my perspective on the History of the Albany Tea Party.  I’ve got a number of Profiles of the Extraordinary to write.  And something tells me that there will be plenty of political fodder to write about in the next couple of months.  Maybe I’ll even add a post or two about my grad school experiences.

I’ll admit, though, I occasionally wish that nap time was part of the graduate curriculum.

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