Tomorrow, December 19th 2015, would have been Rees’ fifth birthday. It will be the 4th birthday we will celebrate with a somber silence instead of laughter and joy. Instead of wrapping his presents, we are collecting toys to give to other families that are in need. In lieu of blowing out candles we will instead find ourselves blowing kisses to heaven – waiting for a small breeze to signify his kiss back to us. An empty chair will find itself occupied by fleeting glimpses in our mind’s eye of what could have been. Momentary visions of what could have been will usher anger and anguish into the center stage seating of the darkened theater of our minds.
I don’t wish to be a part of this play, yet I find myself on stage every December 19th. The script remains agonizingly unchanged even though it is in desperate need of editing. … Read More
We are happy to announce that our 2015 Toy Drive is now in full swing! We have over 40 drop-off locations for you to bring a new, unwrapped toy for a child that would greatly appreciate your kindness. The toys donated to our drive will go to the Family Service League of Long Island and Kids need more. We are in great need of toys/gifts for teenagers (the drive is for newborns – 16 years old). Help us make the holidays a special time for children that would otherwise be forced to go without this time of year. Your kindness makes all the difference to them. Thank you so much. Please find below a list of all drop-off locations on Long Island.
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The sentimentality of baseball is very deeply rooted in the American baseball fan. It is the one sport that is transmitted from fathers to sons.
If there exists something called destiny then I was destined to be a Mets fan since before birth. My path to Mets fandom did not follow the traditional route, however. My father was what you would consider a casual observer of baseball, but by no means a fan. If a game was on, regardless of whether it was a Mets or Yankee game, he would watch it but it was never something he prioritized. I don’t recall now, but I imagine that early on I probably shared my father’s sentiment about baseball as well. I vaguely remember watching games in 1984 with him, but nothing stands out in particular. Just like my Dad, I was a casual observer, but I never made time … Read More
When nature finds itself out of balance, a storm erupts to restore equilibrium. I always found it incredibly ironic that storms, in all of their destructive power, are actually about restoring balance. As a man of science I inherently understand the role that storms serve in maintaining this equilibrium. Sadly, understanding something and liking something are not always simpatico. I may understand the necessary role that storms serve, but the fact remains that I hate them…
Why the disdain? That is simple… Storms don’t care. Storms don’t abide by any schedule. Storms have no mercy. No remorse. No memory. They just are. They exist because the laws of nature demand that they do… No other reason. Nature, very simply, is a double edged sword. For all of nature’s grandeur, there must also be the dull minutiae. For all of nature’s serenity there must also be disruption. It is said that … Read More
My wife, also known as the Saint of Sound Beach (for putting up with me for more than 20 years now), reminds me often that I am a walking paradox. Apparently my ability to solve complex problems yet forget simple things like what days the garbage goes out is something that keeps her up at night. I must admit, I find it incredibly frustrating that I can remember the most obscure facts about things, and have an uncanny ability to recall them, yet I struggle to remember the names of people I have known for some time. I love pea soup, but I hate peas. I love anything strawberry flavored, yet I despise strawberries. I spend just as much time (ok, probably more) watching cartoons as I do reading papers about quantum mechanics and superstring theory. I am equally comfortable playing video games with kids as I am discussing … Read More
The following is a piece written by my former student, Siobhan Becker, for her Journalism Class. She reached out to several news outlets to publish it, but they declined. Since we reach more people than many newspapers, I told her I would post it here. I added the pictures, but everything else is hers (with the exception of a couple of edits) It sums up our mission quite well…
At 8:35 a.m., a bell rings, signaling the beginning of second period at Great Hollow middle School in Nesconset. Rich Specht greets his first science class of the day. He’s got 26 eighth grade students to share his love of science with.
Today’s lesson is on the neuron, a specialized cell that sends nerve impulses throughout the body.
“It’s all about regulation,” he explains.
He gets a game of catch going with an orange foam ball to demonstrate the speed of … Read More