CHARITY ROBEY PHOTO | Sam’s Grilled Broccoli — heavenly hot off the coals.
In 1928, The New Yorker ran a cartoon that expressed an enduring human truth. It was drawn by Carl Rose with a caption by E.B. White. It showed a mother and daughter at a table set with a vegetable that may have been broccoli. The caption, “I say the hell with it,” was an instant classic.
Seventy years later, I learned myself that no matter how fervently a parent wants her child to eat a bit of green vegetables, she is helpless when the child resists. (more…)
CHARITY ROBEY PHOTO | Codger at home with Crone (Lois B. Morris) and Cur (Milo) 0n West Neck Road.
After that last Rant-A-Palooza at the school auditorium, Codger began to rethink the short-term rental (STR) issue. He had written here that STRs should be allowed if coupled with strict quality of life regulations. A code enforcer would log violations and levy fines.
But after observing the flabby enforcement of the three-minute rule for speeches at the hearing, Codger lost confidence in town officials implementing their own rules. (more…)
Suddenly, there is a major gambling casino smack in the middle of Suffolk County. (more…)
Z: The music is on and I cannot resist. Family members are on the perimeter of the living room. The floor is mine. I must dance. And I start whirling and turning and waving my arms in a sinuous fashion, much to the approval of the onlookers. I get abundant applause for my better moves, and particularly when I lip-sync some of the more dramatic lyrics. I shrug and look crestfallen when the music calls for such emoting. When the song ends I evoke Callas at her most tragic. Then the next song begins, a kind of calypso number, and I’m back at it, throwing in some new jukes that are met with murmurs of praise. I’m not sure I have ever been this good before. I am the music. The music is me. (more…)