A week off, give or take
I should have done this last week, but I had a cargo bay full of posts that I needed to unload, I guess.
A pressing manuscript matter is pressing its pressure on me. I have to go at it. There are around 1,200 posts here at New Paltz Journal, many of them so well crafted that they will leave you gasping for breath. Help yourself while I’m away.
Since I’m out front of the curve in capturing the outlines of the building Obama creepshow, there’s not much risk of falling behind on that front.
My friend John Sabotta is registering his objections to my addition of the Western Rifle Shooters Association to the exclusive New Paltz Journal blogroll. John is himself a right to keep and bear purist, so I’ll have to untangle that next week from Beck’s recommendation of the site. Any other comments on that are welcome.
Some notes before departure: Tomorrow, May 5, there is an election at the fire house for the village board. There are only two candidates on the ballot for two seats. Peter Healey is running for a full four-year term after serving the one year left on the seat formerly held by the mayor and then for a year by Mark Portier.
The other candidate is one of my neighbors down the block from Vandam Manor on Squirrel Kill Alley. I can’t recall his name, offhand, but my total impression of him is that not only has he never said hello to me since he moved onto the street, but refuses to even so much as look at me. Though that is only slightly below par for the neighborhood, I find it odd that such a person seeks public office. Not that I yearn in any way for smiley-faced political gladhanders, but what sort of conclusion should I draw as one of his neighbors?
My recommendation on tomorrow’s election: Don’t vote. Healey has turned out to be full of shit and doesn’t merit any encouragement, and the new guy might be worrisome if he gets more than 25 votes. They’re both going to win, so there is no point in letting either believe they have won more than the public’s disinterest and/or wariness.
Sometimes not voting can be very public spirited.
More: Yesterday featured a mad dash in the Vehicle down to Manhattan to Madam Vandam’s office to pick up some stuff and an equally mad return. It was lots of fun until we ran into the five borough bicycle race, which cut the east side off from the west side. The Hound did well being back on his streets, and a friendly cop urged us to take the subway tunnel to get from one side of 6th Avenue to the other, or we would have been stuck as the five gazillion bicyclists rode by unencumbered by cars or pedestrians crossing. The cop told us it was O.K. to take the Hound into the subway tunnel, where hounds are proscribed. What a weird way to run a city, really.
See you in a week, or so.