The blast of Arctic winds sent by our Canadian friends have lessened in their intensity so far this year. It is postulated by some that the flow of air known as the Westerlies would change course this year for possibly a few more years hence. While conjecture and speculation grip the mind on disparate levels and disciplines, there is certainty about us. It can be said in days gone by that the ferocity of winds and bone-chilling temperatures enveloped the City of Hills, blasting the city with such ferocity that one could believe they were living under a dance floor; the racket was so intense. Today, the on again, off again, timid assault of cold winds are tempered by moderate winds and warm, sunny skies. In the past, leaves would turn vibrant hues, rustling their gaudy colors before our eyes. Affording us a panoply of intensity to calm the heart and mind with the pleasure of the changing seasons. We learned quickly that Mother Nature ruled the roost. She ruled the pecking order at her pleasure. She remains the steward of the realm.
Mother Nature showed us the way, if only we looked. She gave examples from which we gleaned the “givens" in science, the balance she perfected, the changes she permitted, and so much more.
As the winds coursed their way about our tree lined streets in Yonkers, I came to note the majesty and stature of those trees. They swayed to the winds Mother Nature sent their way to alert them to the impending winter months ahead. But there was something different this year, or was it simply my now noticing. The trees were clinging to their leaves. No longer infused green with chlorophyll, they reflected the sun’s rays with shimmering facets of light that bounced off their crinkling embodiment. The trees seemed full to the eye, but upon closer inspection, one could recognize that not all branches were adorned by Mother Nature’s earrings. Some branches were empty of such beauty, though overall, one could imagine we were witnessing a summer day, with the temperate breezes washing and caressing each leaf and branch with the warmth that arrived from our southerly neighbors., allowing them to cleave to their summer ways.
The picture depicted above was the reality before me. No exaggeration. None. Was Mother Nature playing a trick on us? Did Mother Nature not get the memo, you know, the one about the barren aspects of winter. Those multi-colored leaves should have long ago lost their grip from those tree limbs I saw gently swaying before me. The leaves should have already cascaded upon our lawns and streets to be thereafter collected in bio-degradable bags and taken to the landfill for decomposition to create new soil. That is Mother nature’s way.
What happened this year? Did Mother Nature take a page from the political world that plays tricks before us daily? Was this her way of saying, “The gig is up! I want you to know that I know that you know what I have been trying to impart to you all these years is the way things will go down.”
Mother Nature is a tough but fair task master of extraordinary panache and acumen. We have learned a great deal by watching her. Some of us are still in denial to the games afoot. Others are catching on. A few know!
The leaves clinging to the trees beyond their time are Mother Nature’s allegory. They expose the trickery of Yonkers politics as easily as one can open a can of sardines or anchovies, take your pick.
“Lame Duck” Mayor Amicone’s timetable for economic development has passed him by. Economic development “deals” continue to be contracted with his blessings with “incentives” among “Friends and Family Network” developers who are not liquid.
Land which Yonkers has allegedly stolen from the Colgate / Trevor family is moved forward for development with taxpayer incentives but title to the property has not been produced.
Mayor Amicone was deemed personally liable for violating U.S. Constitution guarantees of “Freedom of the Press” to the tune of $8 million. Mayor Amicone continues to spend taxpayer funds to absolve him of his folly on the taxpayer’s back. Yonkers City Council President Chuck Lesnick and a majority of the Yonkers City Council plot to indemnify Mayor Amicone his hubris on the taxpayer’s back.
Mayor Amicone instructed the Charter Revision Commission to establish protocol for succession to the Office of Mayor of the City of Yonkers due to his abdication, illness, or demise, that won approval on Election Day but was shepherded through a process that did not conform with the protocols demanded by the Yonkers City Charter or any other guideline.
Inspector General Dan Schorr allegedly could not find the email evidence that Corporation Counsel demanded City Hall make notice of the August 2, 2010, meeting on August 3, 2010. So much for the investigative prowess of the Yonkers Inspector General. I.G. Schorr is still grappling with the Yonkers Federation of Teachers and the Yonkers Board of Education his right of purview over the books that speak to pension funds. His right of purview was challenged by the Yonkers BoE and the subsequent court ruling gives him that right. The cost for that win was over $1 million taxpayer money. Is Inspector General Schorr waiting out the clock? It seems so. His office must be dissolved. It is costing $500,000 per annum and produces nothing, nada, zilch, garnichts! Next.
There are many issues, including a budget that is not balanced now and will unlikely be made whole by Mayor Amicone’s recalcitrance to speak to union membership openly, as must they, to be deemed credible in the public’s eye.
The 800 pound gorilla in the room are the so-called potential candidates who may run for Mayor of Yonkers. What a waste of time. Or is it? City Hall is also waiting out the clock. The game plan is to await the bounty of Eid on November 16, 2010, then Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas, and New Year. Then we can talk again about the mayoralty race. When will these games stop?
This is no laughing matter. Yonkers deserves more; much more. It is time to throw out the retreads. Yonkers needs a deliverer. Who will s/he be?