Poestenkill Residents, Your EMS System is Not Broken
There was a public hearing held by the town of Poestenkill on August 6th 7 p.m. . The purpose of this public hearing was for the Town Board to hear input a resolution to establish a ambulance District in the town of Poestenkill. There were 43 people present. About 20 people spoke on the subject matter. Everybody who spoke on the subject matter was not in favor of establishing a ambulance District in the town. The town board decided to take a vote. The vote turned out to be three in favor of the resolution and two against it. Supervisor Hammond voted in favor, councilman Van Slyke voted in favor councilman Wohlleber voted in favor, councilman Haas voted against it councilwoman Buttler voted against it. The people that voted in favor of it already had their minds made up prior to his public hearing. There was no changing their minds. It is very obvious that the three people that voted for this resolution do not listen to their constituents.
We are in the midst of a pandemic. Why in the world would want to put forward a resolution to spend almost a quarter of a million dollars to establish an ambulance District that will give no better service than what we already have. The service that the town receives from Mohawk Ambulance and in coordination with the EMS people of the Poestenkill fire company is superb. This proves that private and public service can work together towards a mutually beneficial goal. The EMS system in Poestenkill is one of the best in thr County.
We are in the middle of a pandemic. There is record high unemployment. Your property and school taxes will be going up. How can the town board propose a resolution that will cost almost a quarter of a million dollars, for a service that we already receive at no cost.
I urge you to contact the town board and let them know how you feel about this resolution.
Here is the contact info for the board. Keith Hammond (Khammond@nullpoestenkillny.com)
Town Supervisor, June Butler (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Tale of John, Ken and Walt
Ninth Street, Sunnyside
Yankee Fan, Sox Fan
Brown Dasher, Green Torino
Gambler, Penny Pincher
A Lil Messy, Neat Freak
Funny Man, Pretty Boy
Walter De BELL, Troy
Lewy Smith’s memory still is haunting me
He was found dead, propped against a tree.
His name is inscribed in Washington DC
On a long black wall,
19 years old was he.
Bill Phelps was born in Texas,
He was rangy and tall.
He had a lot of talent playing basketball.
I still can see his jump shot
He was what I couldn’t be.
We were all 17 then, the year was 1963.
He became a Corpsman, was killed going to aid a Marine.
His heroism was expected so it went unseen.
I see their smiles and hear their laughs,
I’ve ventured on life’s winding paths
I’ve stumbled on these many miles
And stood up to life’s many trials.
I’m now 74 and would be considered lucky I suppose,
But I miss such friendships, Heaven knows.
I didn’t suffer their misery,
But their lives mattered a lot to me.
And life became all too real, back in 1963.
Dean Evans, The Outhouse Poet August 15, 2020
The Heat Retreat
Now that the sweltering heat of summer is left behind
There are last chance summer treasures you shall find
I water the thirsty flowers before they wilt
Taking time to enjoy all the vibrant colors
And unique scents to the hilt
The leaves on the threes dance to the summer breeze
I appreciate their beauty now because
When winter is upon us they shall all freeze
A storm ends abruptly leaving a rainbow over my home
God’s way of showing me we are never alone
My favorite bunny brings her young to the yard to eat
A delightful sight that makes my summer complete
I run barefoot through the tall grass
My skin tingles and my toes tickle
It’s a refreshing feeling And I long to make it last
Take the time to gaze upon the earth
While it is in full bloom
The joys of summer end much too soon
I will keep a picture of this in my mind
When I need to relax and unwind
Savor the attributes of each season
And remember that their here for a specific reason
God paints a beautiful sunset in the sky each night
I pray as my spirit soars to a new height
I admire the Lords each and every creation
Knowing that every day of life
Is worthy of a celebration
Donna Masters, Troy