Earlier in the week, I put out a post entitled Bits & Pieces (An Inspired By Song! Series), announcing this 4-part series. Each installment was inspired by Billy Joel's, "Say Goodbye To Hollywood," and will be titled as such. This is part 1 of the series.....So Many Faces In And Out Of My Life.
Do you remember what it was like to be a kid in school? Did you find comfort in seeing the same people over and over again? Did you ever think about the fact that most of the people that were there for your formative years would not be there for your adult years? This might be a sobering thought, but it's also true for most of us. The fact of the matter is that most of the faces that we saw everyday growing up are likely no more than a fading memory for us as adults.
By the time that high school ended, many people went off to college, while others went right into the work force or the military. In either case, this was the first real experience with people coming in and out of our lives on a regular basis. After all, even if we didn't have classes with everyone in high school, there just seemed to be a connection to everyone, at least that is the way that it was for me.
In a graduating class of over 350 students, it certainly wasn't possible to be friends with every one in the class. There's not enough time to get to know that many people on a friendship level, and yet, there wasn't a face in my high school yearbook that I couldn't put a name to at the time of graduation.
This would all change on graduation day. Once we retrieved the graduation caps that we all threw in the air, and drove off with our families to celebrate this milestone event, our lives would be changed forever.
The sad part is that most of us focused so much on the end of an era and the excitement of a new beginning, that we really never stopped to think about the fact that we had just seen many people for possibly the last time in our lives. Maybe if we had this insight, we would have done something differently. Maybe not. Maybe the reality of that the whole concept is too much for the 17 or 18 year-old mind to comprehend.
I still remember what it was like at the end of my high school days. Most of us had a good case of "senioritis." As the year wound down, and we had all long since decided upon what we would do after high school, there wasn't a great deal of incentive to put our collective noses to the grindstone to squeeze out the best possible grades that we could.
For those of us that were going to college, our fate had already been sealed. As long as you didn't fail any classes that would prevent you from graduating, the college was not going to rescind its acceptance. Human nature has us programmed to work hard to achieve certain results. If the results were going to be the same regardless of the effort that was being put in, what incentive was there to do more than the minimum?
Now, this attitude likely changed for most people as we entered into adulthood, but remember, we are talking about teenagers that were mostly concerned with their social lives and their future by this point. Sure, there were those that just had it inside them to keep their nose to the grindstone, but the majority of us saw this as an opportunity to enjoy ourselves before the next step in the journey that we call life...and enjoy we did!
It was understandable that people tended to take a break of sorts, if given the opportunity. It would only be a matter of months before each of us would have to work harder than we ever worked before. If the chosen path was college, then the workload was going to be far greater than high school ever was. If the chosen path was to join the military, it goes without saying that life would be harder than it ever was. If the chosen path was the work force, the path would also be harder, as this was no longer the part-time job to be used to earn money for gas and socializing. This was the real thing. We didn't know it at the time, but what we were collectively experiencing was the end of youthful innocence.
I can still remember the last day of high school as if it were yesterday. It was one of those moments in life that are often referred to as "tent pole moments" (moments that you'll never forget). The night before the last day of high school, a group of us got together to make up shirts with our nicknames on it, and a group name that we never went by, but someone thought that it would be cool to name the group.
Each person used a plain white t-shirt and colored markers to create a sort of uniform that we all wore on the last day of school. It sounds kind of corny in retrospect, but at the time, it was a lot of fun. Each shirt was personalized to make it our own, but there was a sense of unity at the same time.
We made a bigger statement beyond the shirts. My friend had a car that he was about to get rid of anyway, so we painted our newly formed logo on the car along with other graffiti. Like clowns in the circus, we piled into the "Toasted Nutz Mobile" (the group name that we coined for the final day of school). It was only a couple of blocks to the school, but it was still not a comfortable ride.
Looking back on that day still makes me nostalgic. It truly was one of the greatest days of my life. It was a day of pure, unadulterated fun. I can still remember hanging out in the parking lot all day, with the music blasting from the open hatchbacks of cars. It was a party that started before eight in the morning, and didn't end until four o'clock in the afternoon.
It took 13 years of schooling to complete the first step of life's journey, and it was all coming to a screaching halt. We would see each other one more time as a class during graduation, but for all intents and purposes, the last day of school was the last day that we all spent together before going our separate ways. I wish that I had the foresight to realize just how monumental an occasion that this was. Maybe I would have had a greater appreciation for what the day represented as it was happening.
As the day came to an end, I got into my red, 1977 Chevy Camaro and drove out of the school parking lot for the last time. The cassette was all cued up and ready for the final drive home. Anyone within earshot could hear Alice Cooper's "School's Out" blasting out of the open windows of my car....
School's out for the summer....
School's out forever....
This completes part 1 of this four part series - "So many faces in and out of my life."
"Some Will Last, Some Will Just Be Now And Then" is up next.
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The first "Bits & Pieces" song that I've chosen is one that I've had on my mind for a while now. In fact, it was one of the reasons that I wanted to start the group in the first place. Rather than overwhelm people with a post like this at the group's inception, I decided to wait a few weeks to let everyone get used to the group dynamic first. This timing seemed perfect, as we are finished with the November contest, and getting ready for the December contest.
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Affordability and Long Island are two words that are rarely used in the same sentence anymore. Taxes have been increasing by a large percentage each year, and home prices are still very high compared to other parts of the country. At the current pace, we could be facing a crisis in our local workforce in the not-too-distant future. So what are the solutions?
New York State Comptroller, Tom DiNapoli, revealed in his recent report that school property taxes are nearly tripling the inflation rate, showing an increase of 7.6% and 8.1% annually between 2002 and 2005. This is in spite of an increase to the amount of money being funneled into the STAR (School Tax Relief) Program.
Because property values have increased rapidly, homeowners are now sitting on equity which is skewing the wealth ratio. This equity, however, is not a liquid asset. To tap into the equity, a homeowner would either have to refinance their current mortgage, or take out a home equity line of credit or second mortgage. Seniors that have been in their homes for a number of years could be forced into selling their homes or taking out a reverse mortgage.
We are fortunate on Long Island to have desirable schools, and teachers deserve to be paid a wage commensurate with their experience based on their contracts. However, there is a rule called the Triboro Amendment that allows teachers to receive step increases even when there is no new contract in place. This burden falls squarely upon the homeowners, while teachers get the best of both worlds. Teachers receive their salary and the increases from their previous contract while they are still negotiating their next contract, thus putting all of the leverage during contract negotiations on their side. After all, what incentive do teachers have to give in on any issue when they are at least guaranteed to do no worse than they were doing before the negotiations started? It doesn't make sense.
Suffolk County Executive, Steve Levy, is working with school district superintendents, and the state comptroller's office, to try and get things like health insurance and purchasing power pooled county-wide, so that things run more efficiently. This will help to keep taxpayer costs under control.
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Island Harvest expects there to be an increase in demand due to the rising cost of home heating, gas prices, and health insurance. Even those that receive health insurance from their employer are not immune to the need for assistance as money gets tight. In fact, most of the people that access food from Island Harvest are working class people. Only 4% of the people that use Island Harvest for food are homeless.
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The inspiration for this post came as I was driving back home today with my family from our Thanksgiving gathering at my in-laws who live in a rural area of upstate New York. Before we got Sirius, these trips required us to scan through our CD collection to come up with music that my wife and I could both agree upon so that we had music to listen to once we got out of radio range. As you can imagine, this often resulted in a debate. Even though we worked out the CD selection beforehand, we inevitably would have a hard time picking which music we would listen to, as we never seemed to be in the mood for anything that we brought with us. At the very least, we usually weren't both in the mood for the same thing. These problems no longer exist, and our car rides are infinitely more enjoyable because of Sirius Satellite Radio.
Today's trip home was especially fun, as we spent most of the time listening to one of the hard rock stations on Sirius. My 5-year old son has become quite the little hard rock music fan as well. The site of him playing air guitar, and rocking out with his shades on, is one to behold. It really makes a father proud. 
I've had the idea to write this post for days, but I've been putting it off. Many of you may be laughing right now, but unfortunately, this ironic statement is true. This post, along with all of my other posts that have been written in the past week or so, are being composed on a "loaner" computer.
The desktop computers that I own would be considered "old" in the typical lifecycle of a computer. One of them has been repaired a few times already, but once it's fixed, it has been functional. The other one hasn't ever needed any work....until now! They say when it rains, it pours. Normally, I'd try to throw in some clever Active Rain reference, but this is not the time or the place for that.
Computers are not made to last forever, which is something that we all know. Having technology issues can become expensive, but money can always be replaced. What cannot be replaced is the six months of data that was lost because I haven't been backing up the files on the computer. Fortunately, the data from one of the computers was salvageable, but the other one is totally wiped out.
Long before the computers ever crashed, I heard about a company called 


If you have moved recently, or have changed your mailing address, you may have money waiting for you from the IRS. In New York State alone, there were over 7000 tax returns that were unclaimed as a result of the checks being returned to the IRS as "undeliverable."
As a youth growing up on Long Island, the only organized sport that I played was little league baseball. There was one season of junior high school football sprinkled in, but for the most part, baseball was the sport that I looked forward to most. As a grown-up, football grew to be my favorite sport. My son, following in my footsteps, has been a huge football fan since he was around 2 years old.
Most of the kids showed meaningful progress from the first practice in August until the recent final game of the season. It was truly amazing to see progress happening right before my eyes. This is the first time that I've gotten to experience anything like this, and it was very satisfying. As a youth playing little league baseball, we kept the same team together for several years, so we all progressed together. When you're playing the game, you just have so much fun that you fail to realize that improvement is happening on a regular basis.
As I reflect back upon this season, the thing that I am most proud of is not the development of the kids as football players, although it was exciting to experience it first-hand. For me, my proudest moment is that my son dedicated himself to playing the game, and kept a laser focus throughout the season. He missed one practice and one game during the course of the entire season, and his limited absences were caused by family obligations and not by his own doing.
If not for the fact that I pushed him to execute the plays more efficiently, my son would probably tell you that it was a perfect season. Now that the season has ended, he genuinely misses going to practice and told me that Sundays don't feel the same. I can honestly say that my son is wise beyond his years, and he often times observes the world with the awareness of an adult. Most kids couldn't wait for practice to end, but my son actually was excited to go to football practice.
Overall, the coaching experience was a great one. The ability to teach and connect with kids was something that I didn't even know that I possessed until I started coaching the team. It's a great feeling to see one of the kids from the team come up to you in school or around town and be excited to see you. In a day and age when parents and coaches tend to take things to unfortunate extremes, it makes me proud to say that this team, the parents and the coaches were as tight-knit as the little league baseball team that I played on as kid.
Long Island towns have many similarities, but each one has its own unique quality as well. In the case of Levittown, the distinguishing feature is that it is known throughout the world as one of the first suburban towns. The Levitt Home is the model that was used for many post World War II suburban communities. This community originally started out as an experiment in low-cost, mass produced homes.
Do you ever wonder who is reading your blog outside of Active Rain? Are you one of those that isn't sure whether or not you will ever generate business by being here? For those of you that are still having doubts, this post should give you encouragement to keep on blogging.
Last week, I received a call from an agent in New Jersey that found me through a Google search of one of my key terms. It turns out that she had a client that was interested in some investment property on Long Island. Without Active Rain, I would have been just another needle in the haystack that comprises Long Island real estate agents. I told this agent all about what Active Rain is, and how it helped her to find me, and I'm hoping that she'll be joining us soon in the rain. My Active Rain success story continues to grow.
Last night, a call came in on my cell phone from the 303 area code. I recognized this as a Colorado phone number, and figured that it may be someone from Active Rain. Well, it wasn't another Active Rain member, but it was someone that found me on Active Rain. Imagine my excitement when the man on the other end of the line introduced himself as, Andrew Gmerek, the Associate Editor of RE/MAX Times, calling about my blog.
Without a thought, I granted permission to have my post entitled