Cutting the ribbon at a new business is one of the nicest parts of my job — I get to welcome entrepreneurs to our community and thank them for their confidence in New Rochelle. It’s a quintessential mayoral duty, almost a cliche, and sometimes I feel like I should wear a top hat and sash to complete the picture.
But there is at least one constituency that couldn’t care less about ribbon-cuttings, having become over the years entirely jaded to these frequent events: my kids. They greet the news of a ribbon-cutting with a big yawn.
Until today, when I cut the ribbon for Hour to Exit, an “Escape Room” at 466 Main Street. (It’s in a second floor suite of the old Constable Building. The entrance is on North Avenue. And your best bet for parking is New Roc City, about a block away.)
For those who don’t know, Escape Rooms feature a series of word-based, mathematical, or geometric puzzles that must be solved within an hour in order to exit a sealed room. There’s usually a narrative overlay to set the mood: you’re a magician, or a treasure-hunter, or a counter-terrorism agent, or some such thing.
Anyhow, Owen is an Escape Room fanatic. (When we had a short father-son trip to Baltimore a few weeks ago, visiting the local Escape Room near the Inner Harbor was Owen’s single non-negotiable demand.) Before now, the closest Escape Rooms were in Manhattan or at the Palisades Mall in Rockland, so this new addition to Main Street will be warmly welcomed in the Bramson home! Plus, it’s another great draw for downtown New Rochelle.
Learn more about Hour to Exit here.
Owen Bramson on the Yankee Stadium jumbo-tron.
Owen went to a NYCFC game with friends over the weekend and — judging from his expression on the Yankee Stadium jumbo-tron — he had a terrific time!
Here are five things I love about New Rochelle, posted on the #IAMNEWRO blog. I had a tough time picking just five! (Spoiler alert: snow in April isn’t one of them.)
I had a heated, profanity-laced conversation with a Con Ed executive last night. Probably not my finest hour, but at least my yelling and screaming channeled the frustration that so many residents are feeling at the moment.
The specific topic of last night’s outburst was the utility’s failure to clear fallen power lines from a major road, after having pledged repeatedly to do so. But lots of other failures could have stood in: the laughably unrealistic repair schedule estimates, the inability or unwillingness to provide real-time tracking of restoration crews to Con Ed’s own municipal representatives, the repeated, false statements from Con Ed reps claiming that public works crews must clear branches before the utility can repair electrical wires (it’s the other way around,) and, above all, the shocking inadequacy of resources, which makes progress painfully slow. A fiasco on every level, with only the hard and dedicated work of the line crews and muni-reps offering some measure of balance to the atrocious command and control.
There are still more than 1,500 people without power in New Rochelle as of this morning. And now we are heading into a severe winter storm that will: (a) force a suspension of operations, (b) create a whole series of new physical obstructions, (c) almost certainly result in multiple new power outages. In other words, conditions are about to take several giant steps backwards. During this weather-enforced pause in activity, I will be urging Con Ed to make a series of course corrections, so that they can be more efficient and responsive when restoration resumes. I have no great faith that these pleas will be effective, but I feel obligated to try.
Although not particularly relevant to the community challenge, let me note that I am one of those without power. We have a foot of water in our basement, and two very cranky children. But I can’t really complain: we are able to stay in my mother’s apartment, none of us has a difficult medical condition, and on some level, this is a teachable moment for our kids. They’ve heard in an abstract way about their grandparents’ experience as refugees — and maybe this expulsion from home gives them the tiniest fraction of a sense of what it means to be forcibly uprooted, albeit in a safe place, with iPhones and take-out pizza (which, admittedly, ruin the effect a bit.)
Please look out for your neighbors whose circumstances may be more difficult. I will continue advocating to the best of my ability (and hopefully with more diplomacy and less screaming,) and we’ll get through this. As I said at the conclusion of my recent State of the City Address, spring is coming — but winter sure isn’t leaving without a fight.
Norman Rockwell’s Freedom from Want
I am thankful for:
A happy, healthy, and loving family that accepts and (cheerfully) makes fun of my many flaws.
Friends and colleagues whom I respect and admire, and who, through their examples, challenge me to do better and be better.
The opportunity to serve a community I care about deeply and to advance values I believe in strongly.
The good fortune to live by the Four Freedoms — and the generations or labor, sacrifice, and moral purpose that made this good fortune possible.
A holiday that embraces every faith and tradition, sets aside materialism and commercialism, and invites us to count our blessings.
Turkey (dark meat only, please,) pecan pie with hand-whipped cream, cranberries, and — especially — stuffing.