So, I am turning 50 later this year. No plans, as of yet, to buy a motorcycle, get a tattoo, or otherwise rebel against midlife. But I am having a party on Sunday, June 2nd at noon, and you’re invited. Here are the details. Please save the date.
The party will also serve as the main fundraiser to benefit my reelection campaign. (The Mayor and City Council are all up for election this year in New Rochelle — much more about that in the months ahead.)
A complete invitation will follow this spring. Or you can reserve an advance ticket here. Hope to see you on June 2nd, and thanks for helping me celebrate the big 5-0!
Catie, Owen and I helped assemble literacy kits this morning, as part of Volunteer New York’s MLK Day of Service. Great to see so many parents and kids pitching in and enjoying service to neighbors. My arts & crafts skills, however, definitely need improvement!
Catie and I are making the switch this year from printed holiday cards to an e-card. A lot less paper, so a little more green, but the same sincere good wishes from our whole family. May the season bring you joy and may 2019 be a year of peace, health and happiness.
Former staffers celebrate 30 years of Nita Lowey’s exceptional service.
For more than two decades, I had the great privilege of working for Congresswoman Nita Lowey, a principled, effective, and dynamic public servant who is rightly beloved throughout Westchester and the Hudson Valley. She was and is a great boss, a great teacher, and a great example.
Last week, several dozen former staff members (including many who have gone on to their own very impressive public and private sector careers) got together for a reunion of sorts in Washington, DC to celebrate Nita’s 30 years in Congress. It is a mark of the loyalty and affection Nita has earned that so many of us made the trip to be there.
As much as Nita has already accomplished, she is poised to do even more in the next Congress as the Chair of the Appropriations Committee in a Democratic House (fingers crossed.)
I spent this past weekend in Texas with my three older brothers. One of them just turned 60, and we decided to celebrate his milestone birthday by visiting Austin, where he attended grad school years ago. We devoted most of our time to exploring the city and UT campus on foot, covering about 25 miles in all, with a pause to stand dutifully on line in 95 degree heat for terrific BBQ (it was worth it.) I wouldn’t ordinarily blog about a pleasure trip like this, except for two things that caught my attention.
The first was a fun little New Rochelle connection. While wandering around the LBJ Presidential Library, I came across this letter on display:
Neat, right? And it was actually one of three New Rochelle references in the Library. There was also a clip of the Dick Van Dyke show running on a continuous loop as part of a collection of iconic images to set the mood of the era. And there was a New York magazine cover from 1968 which read “How the Maharishi bombed out in New Rochelle.” (I have no idea.)
My other reason for blogging is considerably less pleasant. Here’s the message inscribed on the Confederate monument that sits prominently on the grounds of the Texas State House:
I’ve heard some people argue that Confederate monuments honor “heritage” or some other such neutral and benign-seeming word. But this ugly inscription cuts through that pretense like a knife.
A monument like this, which glorifies the cause of a brutal slave nation, doesn’t belong in a place of honor on public grounds anywhere in the United States of America. A museum might be appropriate, although a wrecking ball would be more just.