Friday, July 3, 2015

About Last Night

Photo by Me

Old friends
Hot air
Cutting swiftly
through
Times Square
Selfie sticks are on the rise, tourists almost paralyzed, NYPD doing their best, can't take in all the rest
I'm catching that damn train
Summer scenes
In a flash
Great night out
Lots of laughs
The City, you are my Best Friend
Fashion forward
Setting the trend
At a crosswalk
I take a snap
Look over my shoulder
No looking back
I smile at a stranger
"It never gets old."
I laugh and let
The night unfold
It's me, it's in me, it's who I am
No question
No answer
No demand...it's easy on a Summer night
Amidst all of the shining lights
To love my friend, my City, my joy
My heartbeat, pulse, soul
To know you know
That you shaped my fate
And somehow
I am whole.

Monday, June 1, 2015

New Kid In Town

I listen to a whole lot of old music; I often talk about music on the Blog, so some of you already know that. My tastes range far and wide...the older I get, the more I like to broaden my horizons, and tap into music I've never heard before, both old and new. Last year for my Birthday, I asked my husband for a subscription to SiriusXM in the car. It was the perfect gift for someone like me, who wants less clutter and more art in her life. I've discovered I love Jazz, and I spend a lot of time rediscovering hits from the 70's, as it was the era I grew up in.
That said, we were hanging out with some friends on Saturday and one of them mentioned that you can definitely tell there's a new mayor in NYC: the homeless population has seemingly tripled overnight, and the air has become redolent of urine as you walk about NYC in the warm weather. The streets are not as tidy, and somehow, the warm air has brought about an energy that speaks to recklessness.
Out of the six adults present, five of us are regularly in the City. Four of us work full-time in NYC. Two are NYPD Officers.
And we all agreed that we had noticed a shift in the City; hearkening back to the days before the Giuliani Administration. Before Bloomberg got a big head, before Giuliani ruled with an iron fist...there was a time when our City was not as safe, or as clean...a day when people were afraid to go into the City at night...and although everyone knew the issues, no one was willing to address the problem.

As we bantered about Bill de Blasio, there was a lyric from a 70's song that crept its way into my head:
  
There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar
Great expectations, everybody's watching you
People you meet, they all seem to know you
Even your old friends treat you like you're something new

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town
Everybody loves you, so don't let them down   


The song is New Kid in Town by the Eagles. It was released in 1976 and became a Number One Hit in 1977. And even as the song unraveled itself inside my head, I laughed, because although the song has nothing to do with modern-day NYC politics, it fits...sadly enough.
Although what did we really expect from someone who was once a junior staffer under another notoriously failed Mayor? For those not in the know, our current mayor was at one time not known as Bill de Blasio, but Warren Wilhelm, and he did not change his name legally until 2002. In 1992, when he worked under Mayor David Dinkins, he was just starting to be known as Bill de Blasio...but it's the same guy, the same person who probably thought that Dinkins was doing a good job too.
Broken Windows, you ask?
Stop, QUESTION, and Frisk?
Not so much right now in NYC.
After all...there's a New Kid in Town.

Monday, May 18, 2015

The 14th Annual NYPD Memorial 5K Run

Yesterday was the first time I attended the NYPD Memorial 5K Run in NYC. This race is run in honor of all NYPD Officers who have died in the line of duty, and although my husband went for his first time last year, I felt compelled to attend yesterday.
It was a truly moving event, and more than once, I swallowed a great big lump in my throat in order to keep moving myself.
Upon arrival, we checked in and were asked if we wanted a tag to represent the NYPD Hero that we were running in memory of...I chose Ramos and Liu, the two NYPD Officers that were assassinated this past December.
It struck me as sad that I had names, embedded in my head, able to roll right off the top of my tongue...names from recent history...more than one name to choose from.
My husband took the opposite tack and I loved it; he chose an Officer whose watch ended on October 3, 1938. He ran in the memory of someone who no one today would remember, but should still never be forgotten.
What was funny about the actual race was that even though I had written in the names of Officers Ramos and Liu, I was thinking a lot about Brian Moore, who was murdered more recently, and in fact, I was thinking about what the Priest said during the homily given at his funeral.
I'm paraphrasing here, but the Priest was talking about a conversation he had with a friend, about running a marathon. The Priest intimated that it must be really fun, and exciting to see all the people that come out to view the NYC Marathon. The friend said it was actually quite lonely...out there running all by himself...that even though you're in a pack of people, you really run your own race. The friend went on to say that at this past year's Marathon he felt as if he had caught a glimpse of Heaven: when he finished his race, he saw all the family members, waiting at the Finish, cheering you on, excitedly awaiting your arrival, as they stood there with open arms, threw a blanket over your shoulders, and ushered you in for a hug.
There's a great metaphor there.
My husband, his partner, a friend who is a Federal Agent, as well as a few other friends ran out in front of me. I did a majority of the race alone. I was almost at three miles when I noticed two women in the distinctive "bobby" hats of the London Police come right up alongside me. I kept pace with them and came to find out that the London Police Running Club had joined us for the past ten years in honoring our fallen Members.
I must say that I have been to Great Britain several times and love the people as well as the culture. While I was talking to the two female Officers, they asked me if I had lived in New York my entire life. I told them yes.
"Oh, so then that's a real New York accent?" they asked with polite curiosity.
I laughed out loud.
Then I said, "That's so funny! I forget that you're not the only ones who have an accent in this conversation!"
What a joy to meet Officers from across the Pond, who came to support the NYPD at one of its most harrowing times.
I say this not because I relish being a drama queen (let's face it, I am an actress) but because I truly believe that the morale in the NYPD has hit a major all-time low.
I did not see the mayor at the start or the finish of the race.
What I see is a bumbling man, mumbling into microphones when his presence is called upon, and not much else.
What I would like to see is this Not-Ready-For-Prime-Time Individual do a ride along in one of The City's worst neighborhoods: tired, scared, hungry---perhaps cold and wet---and either way, without his security detail.
But I digress.
The race was full of fun and camaraderie as Police Agencies from all over showed up to run, walk, and fellowship with the Finest.
It was a day of remembrance, and I was so glad I went.
It's a day I won't soon forget.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Sad...sickened and...sad

I have been both sickened and sad since the Baltimore riots began...sad to think about both sides of the coin: the toll on our officers as well as communities like Baltimore, because I knew full well that what was going on there would flow north to New York, as long as there were people willing to protest.
The unfortunate effect of this permissive culture is that cops have become the target.
A young NYPD Officer was shot on Saturday night in Queens. He was shot by a scumbag violent ex-con who has no remorse.
At the press conference, we found our bumbling leader mumbling into a microphone about the sacrifices of the NYPD.
As if.
As if he knew the full extent of the sacrifices that our Blue Family makes every single day.
Today, my Blue Family is bleeding. Today, Officer Moore's family removed him from life support.
No parent should have to make that heart-wrenching decision---ever---but especially not because of some disgusting individual's tragic choice. 
My husband will attend another funeral this week. Is there a quantifiable toll that it takes, on his psyche...on his health? Perhaps this time our hapless, hopeless mayor will begin to get the picture.
How many more times will it take?
Rest in Peace, Officer Brian Moore.
We acknowledge your sacrifice.

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