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HOLIDAY SONG COUNTDOWN: GROOVY XMAS – 24 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

I’m not sure how this septagenarian found this Christmas song by a Los Angeles-area band who’s youngest member turned 15 in August.

But I think it’s terrific. It’s uptempo and joyful.

It is filled with conteporary culture references, and pays homage to “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” and Mariah Carey. 

And it’s a reminder that Christmas is for kids from 1 to 92 – even if they’re actually, well, kids.

It’s worth a listen. You can always tell these girls to get off your lawn on December 26.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=edJeYaXPbYI

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HOLIDAY SONG COUNTDOWN: GREENSLEEVES (WHAT CHILD IS THIS) – 25 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Back in the 19th century, it seems like they recycled melodies a lot.

“The Star-Spangled Banner” and “Deck the Halls” are two examples of music that was composed before the 1800s and lyrics crafted to fit those melodies.

Such is true of “Greensleeves,” although there’s a slight difference.

The melody is believed to date back to Britain in 1580 – when Shakespeare was a teenager. It has been used for folk tunes, love songs, operatic arias and what the ice cream truck plays as it rolls down the street. 

In 1865, William Chatterton Dix took the tune and put Christmas-themed words to it. It was given the alternate title of “What Child Is This?” and apparently caught on.

The best arrangement is the Vince Guaraldi interpretation that is part of the epic “A Charlie Brown Christmas” soundtrack. But the version I’m linking to is that of a great singer who passed in 2025: Roberta Flack. I hope you enjoy it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_ilAT57Jpc

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HOLIDAY SONG COUNTDOWN: GOOD KING WENCESLAS – 26 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

You’ve probably been listening to this song your entire life and not understood a) why it’s a Christmas song and b) who the heck King Wenceslas was and what kingdom did he rule.

Let’s start with second things first.

First of all, Wenceslaus I wasn’t a king. He was a duke of Bohemia (now Czechia), the equivalent of a prince. He lived in the 900s – he might be the best known person of the 10th century by default.

Most of what we know about him is legend – there aren’t a whole lot of documents remaining from 1,100 years ago. But apparently, as the song indicates, he went around providing comfort for the impoverished in his realm.

Wenceslaus was supposedly murdered by his younger brother, whose name – believe it or not – was Boleslaus the Cruel. They didn’t fool around with names back then.

Later in the 9th century, the Holy Roman Emperor posthumously crowned Wenceslaus, who also was made a saint by the Catholic Church.

As for the song, the feast of Stephen is the second of the 12 days of Christmas, a day honoring  one of the first Christian martyrs, 

The Wenceslaus legend hung around throughout the centuries. In the 1850s, a British hymn writer put lyrics to a 13th century melody, dropped the u from his name, and, voila, “Good King Wenceslas.”

It’s not one of my favorite holiday songs and I can’t name a definitive version. So here is a version I found on YouTube by the Irish Rovers. 

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HOLIDAY MUSIC COUNTDOWN: DECK THE HALLS – 27 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

I love music of the holiday season. Obsessively.

I add about 100 songs to my library every year. I possess some of the best songs that you might never have heard, some unusual versions of songs you know and some recordings that you would loathe me for bringing into your life.

So I’ll start this year’s countdown to Christmas Day with one of the best-known songs of the season.

“Deck the Halls” started its existence with a Welsh melody that was written more than 400 years ago. In the 1860s, Scottish musician Thomas Oliphant put Christmas words to the melody, which had been used to celebrate the New Year.

Oliphant’s original first stanza remains intact – with the exception of one line. His original third line was “Fill the meadcup, drain the barrel.”

That apparently didn’t sit well with folks in Pennsylvania. If kids were going to sing this song, filling meadcups and draining barrels wouldn’t do. So they changed the lyrics.

To “Don we now our gay apparel.”

In 1877, “gay” was not widely used the way we use it in 2025. Had the Pennsylvanians realized how the meaning of the word would change, it’s a good bet they would have come up with something else.

In fact, I’m surprised the people who see gay as some sort of evil haven’t tried to change the lyrics. Even back to the mead and the barrel draining.

I didn’t use any lyrics when I did my reimagining of the song in 2023. I fooled around a little with the melody instead and created something I thought was more contemporary.

It’s one of three tracks on my holiday EP, “Holiday Hospitality,” which you can hear on pretty much every streaming service (Spotify, Apple Music, etc.) and buy digitally on Amazon and iTunes.

Here is the link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXYDm6kDsK0&list=RDHXYDm6kDsK0&start_radio=1 from YouTube Music. I hope you enjoy it, in gay apparel, a full meadcup, or both.

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HOW WELL WE’RE DOING

Christmas is a holiday for kids. Thanksgiving is for older people.

People my age aren’t bursting with excitement about what we think will be under the tree in four weeks. We have everything. Seriously. And if by some chance we don’t have it, we’ll go out and buy it ourselves.

But Thanksgiving isn’t about – or isn’t supposed to be – about what we’re getting. Other than what’s probably the best meal most of us will eat in 2025. 

Thanksgiving is about sitting at a table with other members of your family. For those who aren’t quite as old as I am, that could mean a lot of difficult political discussion. If that’s the case in your celebration, my condolences.

But for the family matriarch and patriarch, the gathering together is a moment of recognition. You look at the people seated around your table, from your oldest child to youngest family member, and think about what you’ve accomplished in life.

I look on in awe. We have no grandchildren – yet, anyway. But we have two adult kids, my daughter is married and my son is romantically involved. And sitting and watching the best people I know tell stories, jokes, kid each other, complain about something, comment on the food is the best thing I can imagine.

When I watch it, I think of my wife’s father and my father.

My wife’s dad was a really hard-working man who was quiet and serious. Except on a holiday like Thanksgiving. Then he would sit in the family living room, watch his grandchildren running around – and smile the entire day. It was a time in his life when he thought that maybe, just maybe, all he endured in the past – and there was a lot – was worth it.

Because Thanksgiving Day itself was so crazy, we didn’t spend the holiday with my parents. What we did was have an early Thanksgiving two weeks before that made it easier for those traveling a distance – that was most of us – to get there.

At the end, my father would want a family picture. We’d sit around the dining room table and just before the camera clicked atop the tripod, Dad would place a bottle of wine consumed during dinner because, in his words, he wanted “everyone to see how well he’s doing.”

I didn’t think much of Thanksgiving until the past few years, in retirement. When I was working at CNN, the day after was the big shopping scramble of Black Friday,. We started covering stuff around midnight and into the early hours of the day. So I couldn’t really unwind and enjoy Thanksgiving Day knowing I had to be up at around 3 a.m. to get to Manhattan.

Now that I don’t care if Walmart opens at 4 a.m., 5 a.m. or ever, Thanksgiving means more, It’s a great chance to reflect on the joy my family brings me every day. I’m not a religious person, but there is a sense of gratitude that this is how my life has unfolded.

I hope you feel the same way today. There are people who don’t – and this might very well be a sad or painful day for them. I can’t imagine any family with a member in custody after ICE grabbed them cares a whit for turkey or the Macy’s parade balloons. There are folks struggling economically, or in a bad way physically, and we should think of them this day.

I think what Thanksgiving means the 72nd time is that there is much to appreciate about this life and we should celebrate it. And that it isn’t a competition – working to make others feel as fortunate as we are should be a given, today and everyday.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and all who you love!

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WHO TELLS YOUR STORY

In early 2015, soon after I retired, my hip-to-the-world daughter told me how excited she was about seeing a new production. 

To be fair, she always seems to be excited about new productions. In part, because, well, she’s an aspiring playwright and TV writer. 

But once she gets excited about an idea, she’s not going to let it go.

In that case, it was the oddity of taking Ron Chernow’s biography of Alexander Hamilton and turning it into a musical – OK, right there that’s a little weird – featuring a multiracial cast and rapping – which puts it in another zone of strange.

Well, more than a few of you have seen the musical, “Hamilton,” either on stage or on the taped version of it that runs of Disney+. 

But it took me more than 10 years to finally see it in person. Appropriately, with my daughter, who saw it for the third time and still found moments that moved her to tears.

You might have enjoyed watching “Hamilton” in the comfort of your home. But theater is meant to be seen live, in person. Because you can’t get the full impact of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s masterpiece unless your living it, in the moment, with as talented a bunch of performers as you can imagine.

It’s watching it unfold, as if it is something you’re living through in the moment, to make you realize that you are actually living through it even after the three hours you spend in the room where it happens.

Like so many theatrical and cinematic portrayals of history, “Hamilton” takes liberties with the true story – and not just the fact that Hamilton wasn’t Hispanic and Aaron Burr wasn’t black. If your kid sees the show prior to taking an American History quiz on the Revolution, there’s a chance he or she might get some things wrong.

That doesn’t affect the power of what you see. Or the fact that “Hamilton” is an essential way – particularly now – to convey some important concepts.

First, it’s often said that history is written by the winners. Those of us who think this period of history will go down as a dark mark assume we will eventually triumph over the forces arrayed against us.

That might not happen. Maybe Steven Miller doesn’t melt when you throw a bucket on water on him.

In the case of Hamilton, he lost the duel with Burr. But Burr wasn’t all that popular to begin with – that’s probably how things escalated to the point of pistols in Weehawken. So if, as the musical portrays, Elizabeth Hamilton tried to protect her husband’s reputation after his death, it wasn’t without help from the powers that were, including his long-time political foe, Thomas Jefferson.

Second, while I loved history as a kid, it seems that it’s among the least popular subjects for younger people.

To its credit, “Hamilton” is drawing a young audience – the crowd I was with had lots of students and their enthusiasm seemed to further inspire the cast. 

Miranda said he cast the musical the way he did because reflecting our nation’s current demography made it more relevant. In my eyes, and after seeing the show, he’s not wrong.

The actor who played George Washington, Tamar Greene, is a very tall Black man who looks nothing like Gilbert Stuart’s portrait of the Father of Our Country. It doesn’t matter – no actor I’ve seen captures the spirit of Washington as much as Greene did last night.

And that leads me to my third point: the saddest part of this show to me is when Washington tells Hamilton he will not seek a third term as president. That the country is bigger than one man, even one who is the pivotal figure in its very existence.

That doesn’t sound like 2025. I’d bet that if Trump saw the show, assuming he understood what was going on, that the whole idea of doing something for the good of the nation would be completely lost on him. 

Greene made me feel all that. His passion and complex emotions – determination to do the right thing, anguish at leaving something he clearly enjoys – shine through. When I was over, I wished Greene was president instead of this cluck.

Of course, the point Miranda wanted to make was about immigration. Hamilton came to what became the United States from the West Indies. He was an orphan and felt he had to work harder to achieve anything.

That’s a constant theme in the musical. And I’m not sure it resonates as well on TV as it does in the confines of a theater on West 46th Street in Manhattan – outside which could very well be the 21st-century Gestapo called ICE looking to snatch 21st-century Hamiltons off the streets,

It’s a reminder – as if we needed it – that this is a country of immigrants, more so than any other nation in the world. It is our superpower, the roux in our gravy, the pulse of our pulmonary system.

The idiots who think immigration is weakness have no idea what makes America great. And I while I reveled in what I saw on stage, MAGA types would watch “Hamilton” and merely see ensemble performers in tight pants and guys in dopey costumes.

It took me 10 years to see “Hamilton” live. It didn’t change my view about anything except to reinforce what I already felt about what I saw on stage. And how I so wish everyone in America could see what I see in the power of this musical.

Maybe I’ll get my daughter to work on them.

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THE WOMEN WHO REPORT

The 21st century is just about one-quarter over. And, in my mind, it’s a slam dunk as to what’s the most consequential piece of journalism of the last 25 years.

It’s the 2018 “Pervasion of Justice” series in the Miami Herald. The reporter was Julie K. Brown, and what she detailed – and detailed should be underlined and bolded there – was the sex trafficking ring maintained for the wealthy and powerful by financier Jeffrey Epstein.

In the series, Brown interviewed about 80 victims of Epstein, some who were as young as 13 when they were exploited. Those victims never knew the terms of Epstein’s two state charge convictions or that he made a deal that canceled federal charges. 

The stories also detailed how Epstein’s “incarceration” included frequent home visits and trips to New York and his Caribbean retreat.

Brown’s work led to new charges against Epstein in 2019 – charges that were pending when Epstein died in his New York jail cell, supposedly by his own hand.

Here it is, 2025, and we’re still amidst the reprecussions of Brown’s reporting. Largely because one of Epstein’s most prominent associates, Donald Trump, was president at the time of the publication and somehow managed to get elected again last year.

Brown is the Woodward and Bernstein of this generation. She should have a Pulitzer Prize to show for the incredible work she did.

That she doesn’t is possibly due to the machinations of attorney Alan Dershowitz, who knew Epstein and was implicated in Brown’s reporting. He complained loudly and publicly, and lobbied the Pulitzer committee against awarding Brown for her work.

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When I started my career, there were few women in newsrooms. When I retired, more than half the people in my newsroom were female.

That is a remarkable change and there’s only one reason for it. And it’s not because of affirmative action, DEI, wokeness or anything else detractors conjure.

The reason is that the women who go into journalism are very good at journalism.

It has been my privilege to work with, work for and to mentor women of exceptional talent. They put in the time, they put up with the frustrations, they deal with the vagaries of corporate capriciousness. Like all journalists, they don’t get paid as well as other professionals – and too many of them still don’t get paid as much as their male counterparts.

They also have to contend with a lot of crap. Which brings us to this week.

I once aspired to be a White House correspondent – that what’s I thought was the ultimate job in journalism. That viewpoint changed as I saw other uses for my abilities – and I saw the way people who cover the president never seem to stop working.

So when two women covering the mishegas known as Trump dared to ask questions that he didn’t want to answer, he lashed out in a way you kind of expect from a low-life grifter.

When a reporter for Bloomberg News asked why he didn’t just release the Epstein files instead of having Congress vote to subpoena them, he told her “Quiet, quiet piggy.” Implying that a woman looking for a simple answer was less than human.

When a reporter for ABC News confronted Trump about welcoming Mohammed bin Salman – the Saudi leader who allegedly masterminded the murder of a Washington Post journalist – he went into a diatribe against her and urged the FCC to take away the network’s broadcast license.

Bloomberg’s Catherine Lucey and ABC’s Mary Bruce stood firm against an abusive old fart. Hopefully, their employers will have their back. They join a long line of female journalists – April Ryan and Abby Phillips, among others – who’ve had their professionalism and integrity challenged by someone with none of either.

What a lot of people are wondering is why other White House reporters, particularly male counterparts, didn’t come to the defense of Lucey and Bruce.

One reason is that a president’s feeble attempt to humiliate a reporter is not in the J-school playbook. If you want to know how far Trump is from what considered acceptable behavior from anyone in public life, think of any other president in our lifetime who would talk to a female reporter in that manner. Not even Richard Nixon – the standard for miserable presidents until now – would do that.

But there’s also the problem of fear. Other journalists aren’t brave enough to risk Trump’s wrath.

And there’s also the problem of sycophancy. This White House has brought more of those who suck up to Trump into the ranks of supposedly objective journalists

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So to Julie Brown and Catherine Lucey and Mary Bruce and all the American women working in newsrooms around the world, thanks for making journalism so much better. 

When you think about what makes America great, they should be among the first thoughts.

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FAST AND FREE BUSES

When Zohran Mamdani claimed victory Tuesday in New York City’s mayoral race, he led the crowd in a chant of three of his relentless campaign taglines.

One was for freezing the monthly rate in rent-stabilized apartments.

The second was for providing free universal childcare. 

Both of those promises addressed his overall theme of making one of the nation’s most expensive cities more affordable for people who work there. 

The third might surprise people who don’t live in or near a big city. 

Making buses fast and free.

When people worry about making ends meet, of course they think of where they’re going to live. Then come eating and healthcare, two things that are much more in the jurisdiction of federal and state governments. And childcare is a worrisome essential for any family with or thinking about raising children.

But transportation is often an afterthought. If I have a job, or a doctor’s appointment, or a family get-together, I’ll figure out a way to get there.

The problem is that it’s no so easy. 

The assumption in America is that everybody has a car. In suburbia, every household averages two cars – if there are teens or young adults living at home, it could be as many as four or five vehicles clogging the driveway and the garage.

But in cities, cars are a nuisance. Their main purpose is for getting large amounts of groceries or taking a weekend trip out of town.

So the idea of improving bus service in New York City – and even creating lines that don’t charge the $2.90 (make that $3 on the day Mamdani takes office) one-way fare – resonates with   city residents.

It goes to a larger issue that doesn’t just apply to New York. 

For too long, we’ve relied on automobiles as our main source of transport. We’ve been sold on the idea that they are about our freedom to travel in the style we want – in a capsule that’s heated or cooled to our specs, with our music or our talking heads, eating whatever we want.

But is it freedom?

When I think about what time in my life I would love to get back now that it’s becoming a more precious commodity, it is not the hours I’ve spent playing video games or watching the Mets lose. 

It’s the ridiculous amount of time I’ve spent sitting in traffic. Moving 10 feet at a time. Swearing at people cutting into my lane. Not knowing why this is happening – is it construction, is it an accident. One time, I swear, it was people watching a very attractive woman riding a horse on a bridle path adjacent to the road.

So the idea of making buses fast and free has quite the appeal. If you can get from your house to where your need to go quickly – without worrying about congestion, gas, mechanical issues and finding a parking space – you might sign up for that. 

In the process, you’d be saving yourself some money and – as a nice fringe benefit – help combat climate change.

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One issue I harp on is that there is often a lack of imagination in considering new public transportation. As I’ve said before, innovation in transportation has come at nowhere near the speed of innovation in telecommunications.

It doesn’t even have to be some new form of transport – like a maglev train or a vacuum tube. 

In Los Angeles, there’s a proposal to put up a gondola service from downtown to Dodger Stadium more than a mile away. It seems like the kind of imaginative idea that would help L.A., especially given it’s troubled relationship with auto.

The problem is that there are environmental concerns, particularly among residents of the city’s Chinatown. I’m not sure how a gondola would be worse than the exhaust from hundreds of cars on Alameda Street, but that’s something better suited for the folks in the community to sort out.

The important thing is that people are starting to think about this problem – particularly areas that have been bypassed in previous projects.

In New York, there’s a proposal to use abandoned freight tracks to connect neighborhoods in Queens and Brooklyn via light rail. It seems like the line won’t take forever to build and could give people a way to get places without going through the mishegas that is Manhattan Island.

Los Angeles, San Francisco, Minneapolis and Seattle are extending rail services further into their outskirts and suburbs. Austin, Atlanta and Madison, Wisconsin, are working on major bus rapid transit projects.

A lot of these projects derive their funds from the Bipartisan Infrastructure Act that President Joe Biden – you know, the guy your TV talking head thinks didn’t do anything worthwhile – signed into law in 2021. That act also is responsible for the traffic congestion around construction zones around the country – which isn’t fun but still somewhat better than a chunk of interstate highway collapsing in the middle of the night. 

New ideas should be encouraged – and it’s great that some of the new projects will be here before 2028. But old ways of getting from here to there can and should be modernized, made more efficient, expanded and cost a lot less.

Zohran Mamdani understands that, when it comes to creating an affordability agenda for one of the most improbable political runs in American history, boiling it down to “fast and free buses” works nicely. 

It’s not so much that New Yorkers should hold him – and the rest of us hold our elected officials – to it. It’s that we need to put the car in the garage and help them get these plans in motion.

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YES, IT’S A BIG DEAL

I was jealous of my New York City friends and family who are able to vote for Zohran Mamdani for mayor.

I’ll get back to that point in a bit. But first, let’s discuss Election Day 2025.

It doesn’t garner near the attention that Election Day 2024 did or even Election Day 2026 will. That’s understandable to an extent. The people on the ballot in a presidential, gubernatorial or congressional race get lots of attention on TV or online.

But this year’s elections – if there is, in fact, an election where you live – are generally local. You might know the town supervisor as the guy who lives a couple of blocks away or the woman whose kid goes to the same school as yours. But they’re not generally prominent figures – people who show up on a screen in your home.

Until they are. Local governments are like farm teams in baseball. Most of the people involved never make it to the big leagues – but generally you become a national or state political figure after winning some smaller race in a community.

For example, I just saw a social media post from U.S. Senator and former presidential candidate Cory Booker. His first election was to a municipal council in Newark, New Jersey, in 1997. Mitch McConnell, the venerable Kentucky senator and former party leader, first won a county executive race in 1977.

And even if these people up for election next week don’t become national names, they potentially affect your life in many ways. 

Councils appropriate money and help determine who gets taxed and by how much. Judges preside over criminal and civil cases or even that speeding ticket you want to fight. Town clerks collect your property tax money and send you the receipts that you need for your IRS filing. The highway superintendent makes assignments for clearing your street after a storm.

So the people who say something like “Well, nobody’s up this year, why do I need to vote?” don’t really understand how our system works. That what happens at the local level is just as important as what happens nationally.

The most prominent races this year are for governor in New Jersey and Virginia. Incumbents are term-limited in both states – a Democrat in New Jersey, a Republican in Virginia. 

The Democratic candidates in both states – Mikie Sherrill and Abigail Spanberger – are ahead in pre-election polls, but are hardly shoo-ins. And even if they were, it’s important to send a message to Trump and his ilk that their conduct is unacceptable.

We should be trying to beat him bigly.

There are also mayoral races in many of the nation’s big cities. Including, of course, New York – the race which has dominated political coverage for months.

The leading candidate, Democrat Zohran Mamdani, may be running the best campaign I have seen in my lifetime – and I’ve been a political junkie since I was 5 years old. It is not, as fear-mongering detractors argue, that he is converting gullible millennials into socialist zombies.

What Mamdani does so well is listen. He spent the first part of his campaign figuring out what New Yorkers want – to afford living within in the five boroughs. His proposals, which are more detailed than any I’ve seen in a campaign, get at how he will address costs. Nobody is complaining that he is not specific.

Friends outside New York ask if Mamdani translates to their part of the nation. The answer is not that Georgia or Illinois or Virginia need necessarily embrace his democratic socialism. The answer is that Democrats need to hear what their potential constituents are saying about their problems, then propose solutions that people believe could work.  

It’s a trial-and-error process, not a Mount Olympus process. Making people feel as though they’re invested in their community’s success is how Democrats will re-emerge as the dominant political party – and, in the process, save the United States from the Republican-spearheaded drive toward totalitarianism.

Where I live, northwest of the city in Rockland County, politics are a little bleaker – and very weird.

Rank-and-file Democrats can’t stand the county executive, a former New York City cop named Ed Day. He always seems to run on fear of the city, that we in Rockland don’t ‘share the values” of the Gotham menace.

Which is shorthand for “we don’t have a lot of people of color up here” and we don’t want any more.

For example, Day’s campaign literature – a waste of money, as you’ll see in a bit – talks about how he managed to fight New York City’s effort to ship 400 undocumented immigrants to hotels in the county.

What Day doesn’t say is that those immigrants were shipped to Manhattan by Ron DeSantis in Florida and Greg Abbott in Texas, used as political pawns to make some stupid point. If those clucks wanted to maybe help alleviate a problem of getting overwhelmed by migrants, maybe they would have worked with neighboring areas to relocate the, you know, human beings. 

But expecting DeSantis or Abbott to act in a way consistent with the Christian teachings they boast of heeding is folly. And you can count Ed Day with them.

The biggest problem with Rockland, as I alluded to last week in my post on the No King’s Day event in Nanuet, is that there are few young people here. Young professionals do not want to live in a place where people are looking to ban books in schools and where the only jobs being created are low-wage ones in warehouses.

But the Republicans in Rockland, who attained dominance only within the last decade or so, have figured out how to maintain power. They’ve basically co-opted the Democratic party organization – so much so that there is no Democrat running against Day. (Which makes you wonder why he wasted any money on campaign literature). There is an independent who qualified for the ballot.

I voted for him when I cast my early vote this week. I voted for whatever Democrats were on the ballot for town and county offices – unless they were cross-endorsed by Republicans.

There were three other races in which no Democrat was on the ballot. For highway commissioner, I wrote in my son, who at least has some experience working for the town. For a judgeship, I wrote in a friend who lives in the county (and usually reads this blog). 

When it came to a town judgeship, I was hard pressed to come up with anyone else to write in.

And that’s when I remembered how jealous I was that New York City folk have Mamdani to rally around.

So I wrote him in. 

There are those of you who think that I wasted my vote. You’re entitled to that opinion – let’s face it, he’s not going to beat the Republican woman running unopposed.

But, first, she ain’t going to be elected unanimously. I took care of that.

And, second, I wanted to send a message that I want to see candidates like Mamdani in Rockland who are more receptive to the real needs of the community and less interested in scaring us with New York City bogeymen.

So, back to the first sentence of this: I was jealous. I’m not any more.

Make yourself feel better and do good by your community. Vote in this election and make your voice heard. Even if you write-in Zohran Mamdani.

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DO KIDS WANTS KINGS?

If it accomplished nothing else, last Saturday’s No Kings Day of protests felt good.

An estimated 7 million Americans took time from their Saturday routines to march or gather. There were events in every state, about 2,700 of them in all, and they all seemed peaceful and boisterous.

That’s great. You know it had to put a bug up Trump’s ample rear. And the caterwauling that’s followed – that’s precious: We all got paid by George Soros. We’re all Hamas sympathizers. We hate America. We’re all antifa.

Actually, the antifa part is correct. The millions who marched are unapologetically, uninhibitedly, undeniably anti-fascist. That’s why the hell we were there. People railing against antifa should be taken to the nearest national cemetery – or one where someone in their family is buried – and see the OG. The guys who stormed Normandy and Iwo Jima are the Babe Ruths of antifa.

But one criticism that actually bothers me is that the people protesting are a bunch of aging hippies out of touch with the real America.

Because, at least at the protest I attended in Nanuet, New York, most of the 4,500 people standing alongside New York Route 59 were about my age, 71. Many were older. And there were very few people – other than the organizers – younger than 45.

Now, one reason that might be is that Rockland County, the suburban area where I live, is pretty devoid of younger people. Most of my neighbors are around my age. Most of the people I see in the supermarket or the post office are around my age.

In fact, I’m always a little startled when I go someplace – either in Manhattan or on our recent trip to Seattle – where there are so many people in their 20s and 30s. Other than having to accept that “Too Shy Shy” by Kajagoogoo was an actual song from when I was their age, I find hanging around younger people gives me a lift.

What I worry about is that I didn’t see high school students or young adults in the crowd. The people for whom the battle against totalitarianism is being waged.

Maybe they were busy. Saturday is a day for football games. It’s the day when many young people are working at the Shake Shack or the Panera Bread behind the rally in order to earn money for higher education. Apple picking. Pumpkin carving. Shopping at the outlets.

Or maybe they feel as though this doesn’t affect them. Younger people have a harder time seeing the stakes. They’re not used to this.


We were told by our parents about the Depression and World War II. Our not being able to talk about that first-hand makes the idea of Nazis and fascists abstract or curious to our kids – I can’t explain why so many younger people seem enamored with swastika tattoos. Either that or there’s been another periodic outbreak of one of the world’s oldest diseases, antisemitism.

There are indications that more younger people were drawn to Trump’s 2024 campaign than his past garbage spewing. They were bothered by the high cost of living over the past few years, triggered in large part by the supply chain problems resulting from the pandemic. 

Many were also bothered by the two wars that dragged on last year: Russia vs, Ukraine, Israel vs. Hamas. Death and destruction that the United States seemed powerless to stop.

And there’s this issue with gerontocracy. Everybody’s over 70 – hell, some of the leaders in this country are over 80. When are they going to give up power to another generation that has stopped waiting patiently?

For whatever reason, young people stayed away from Nanuet. And we could have used them.

What I hope younger people are finding out is that Trump is not their friend. He doesn’t even comprehend who they are or what they need. He’s joyless, artless and money-mad. He could care less about anyone other than himself and the toadies who suck up to him.

Trump is never going to be a real king, set upon putting one of his worthless offspring on the American throne. But unless there’s some hidden desire to not go through the rigamarole of elections, he’s looking for something a little more permanent for the rest of his miserable life.

I might be dead wrong about this. The kids might have marched in the cities where they feel at home. Where they can feel free to wear funny costumes and devise clever signs. Where this is all fast becoming a matter of quality of life – and even life-and-death for some of the people they care about.

And the younger people who are hip to Trump’s jive seem to be doing the best job fighting the tyranny of Trump’s slow-moving coup.

They instinctively know when to pull out the iPhone or Galaxy to record atrocities in neighborhoods and on city streets. They’re better equipped to throw their bodies in front of masked secret police in Chinatown and on State Street.

It would be nice to have millennials, Gen-Z and Gen Alpha on our side. This fight needs the generations that love Taylor Swift as much as it needs the generations that love James Taylor.

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