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Schenectady: The Lights Shine Again

This is a wonderful collection of photographs and insights into a visitor’s guide to my hometown of Schenectady, NY.

The Urban Phoenix


I sat in my comfy Amtrak seat, looking at the Google Map on my phone.  When you visit a place for the first time, you gaze at a map and try to picture what each street will look like.   You see the locations of different restaurants, sights and attractions that line the roads, but you just can’t get a sense of what they are about until your shoes hit the ground.  So I sat there and really tried my hardest to imagine, “what will Schenectady be like?”  The answer later that day would make me smile.

Schenectady was the second stop on my blog tour tour highlighting small Upstate New York Cities.  As you may or may not know, my first blog entry featuring my visit to Utica New York went viral upon posting it in January, topping 60,000 views.  Now it was on to a new city, one I…

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Why I Would be Better Off Not Going to Board of Ed Meetings…

So tonight I spent many hours (4, actually) attending a joint session of our local Board of Ed and our Township Council.  It’s been a rough spring for the BoE, as our school budget was defeated on April 20th as yet another annual rite of spring in town.  In NJ, the law is that a city or town council must decide on a dollar amount to cut from a defeated budget and pass along that amount, with recommendations for where to obtain that amount from, to the BoE within 30 days.   Sounds OK but the kicker is that the BoE is legally bound to cut the amount only; they are under no obligation (other than, say, common sense) to cut from the recommended areas.

From what I can gather from discussions with a few people post-vote, the resounding NO was largely due to 2 reasons:

1) the local teachers’ union had not shown any inclination to agree to a 1 year wage freeze (like all of the other collective bargaining units in the school district)

2) no administrative jobs would be cut, such as the extra Assistant Superintendent (and accessory, oops, I mean secretary)

In the weeks that followed, there was much finger pointing, both publicly and privately.  Sides had long since been drawn and the heels of all were digging ever deeper.  Some residents in town, whose professions were either CPA or Forensic Accountant, stepped up and volunteered to have a look at the defeated budget and see where some money could be cut – hopefully with efficiency, responsibility and accountability in mind.

Meanwhile, the Town Council paid money (hey, isn’t that tax payer money?) to have a Defeated School Budget Auditor pour through the voluminous budget and also make recommendations for cuts – total and from where.

Tonight’s meeting was a perfect storm in many ways.  On the high school stage, the town council took up one half of a large semi circle of tables and chairs while the BoE members sat at the other half.  The ensuing performance seemed sadly appropriate while also darkly ironic.   The Defeated School Budget Auditor and the Volunteer Review Committee politely reported their findings, copies of which had been delivered (allegedly) to the BoE’s Business Administrator at the very last possible minute.

This was, of course, a blatant attempt to show how unprepared the Business Administrator was!  Or… it merely shone a very bright and sparkly light on what has been obvious at previous meetings… hmm….


I was sitting in the back half of the large auditorium.  It was not a packed house but there were certainly a lot of people there.  All ages, too, I noticed a bunch of elderly people among the high school students, parents, teachers and occasional Guy with a Surly Expression.

The teens are always a well intended bunch of young people, the bravest of which makes his or her way to the mic for the Public Session part of the meeting and earnestly tells the folks on stage how much the teachers, sports, the arts, and awesome classes all matter.   I truly respect these kids but I also cringe (on the inside, I wouldn’t want any of them to see it).  They are so young still, pay no property taxes, and have no idea how hard it is to make decisions that stretch not only beyond their classes and clubs, but also to the grades below them and the students who will follow them for years to come.

Back to the drama… once the Council and BoE members went through the reports, line item by line item, a few things became obvious to me.

– I was going to have to say something at some point, which really pissed me off

– I was watching a pissing contest, with many pissers

– our school district was in the hands of some incompetent, unprofessional and sulky adults

All of these realizations made me want to cry and hit something, hard.  It is sad to see numbers argued like they were merely symbols – not the actual programs and services that affected thousands of kids.   The more the numbers were tossed around and dissected, I at one point wished I had a financial background so that I could have a shot at cutting through the crap and instead move toward real solutions.  That thought was immediately overruled by the thoughts of “Thank God I don’t have to do this stuff” and “This is bad, this is really, really bad…”

The reports were temporarily exhausted and the Public Session part of the meeting began.  That meant, let the public comments begin.  I was shocked that so few of the crowd planned to speak.  We’d just witnessed contradictory “facts” bouncing around like ping pong balls, the polite veneer of 2 committees wearing awfully thin, and the realization that the students were going to return to a vastly different school district in September.

A few comments were sad in tone, with reality sinking in.  One, from a highly respected elderly man showed me just how different my generation generally views education than his generation.  He talked about 80 students in a graduating class, with 40 kids in a class being “OK!”  He talked about his fixed income, how volunteers mowed the park grass, and how kids can do without the fluff we current day parents feel is mandatory.  Everyone listened patiently but his words were then shredded to pieces by other speakers, who pointed out that the world really has changed quite a bit in the past 40 years.   I felt bad for the old man but also had to shake my head – he has a pension and Social Security.  We most likely won’t have both, and Nicholas will most definitely not have either.  Forty years ago, most products were still made in the U.S.  Now, that’s the exception.  Yes, a lot has changed…

A few more speakers, including an angry rant by one of the Guys with a Surly Expression.  Finally I got up.  The regular symptoms kicked into gear as my feet started moving.  Heart pounding?  Check.  Face turning red?  Check.  (At least it felt like it was…)  Stomach turning over a few times?  Check.  Angry and concerned enough to tell the symptoms to eff off?  Check.

Based on previous comments earlier in the meeting, I had 3 questions/points: privatization, lying, and mistrust.   Basically, I told everyone there that someone (or maybe a few!) – in the BoE, the teachers’ union leadership, or the Town Council was lying and, as a result, there was a lot of mistrust by the public.  And, ta da! there go a few reasons why the budget was defeated.  I’m a genius.

By the end of the meeting, I’d seen enough to know a very simple fact:  The Superintendent and BoE will cut the Council’s recommended amount of $1.4 million but NOT from where the Council, the Defeated School Budget Auditor and Volunteer Review Committee recommended.  As long as the current Superintendent is on the job, no administrators will be cut.  Why listen to 3 different, respected groups.  Why listen to the public?  Nah, screw all of them!  Our Super knows better.  He only needs to listen to himself to know what we all really wanted to say, but those silly facts and crazy suggestions got in the way.

No, no, he thinks.  It’s far better for a top heavy district to continue to cut from the bottom, leaving the kids to have a sparse education and a town that no one with kids will want to move to.

In the end, I drove home, tired, cranky and resigned to the worst case scenario.  No doubt my blood pressure went up a few points tonight, my opinion of a few elected officials dropped quite a bit, and my mind wandered a bit with the idea of us moving.  I would have been better off to just read about the crappy outcome tomorrow.   It’s not like I couldn’t have predicted it.  It happened the same exact way last year.

Spring training

Today has been a difficult day in some ways and quietly happy in others.

Spring is showing signs of being here for good, at least in our area.  Out west in North Dakota, winter mixed with historic flooding is showing more proof that Nature can best anything we throw at it.  In my front yard, I see daffodils pushing their way through the dirt, and I’m pleased that the rabbits and chipmunks didn’t eat as many of the bulbs I’d planted last fall as I thought they had.   I try not to think of the battles I’ll go through in the summer months with the chipmunks, rabbits, groundhog and deer.  Best to enjoy the little stubs of greenery while I can…

The day is ending quietly, almost soothing to my nerves.  I’ve been peripherally watching “City Slickers” while checking email, doing some online research and shopping, and worrying in my head.  There is a scene in the movie that sums up my father’s relationship with technology (the VCR explanation scene) and makes me think not only of him, but also of my brother.  My brother had seen the movie in the theater before I did and had left a message on my answering machine once he got home.  “See the movie,” he’d said.  And there will be a scene that will remind me of Dad.  How will I know which scene?  “You’ll just KNOW.  Trust me.”

So I saw the movie with some friends and when the scene was over, I blurted out loud (forgetting where I was, apparently) “That’s my dad!”    Who knows what my friends or anyone else in the movie theater thought.  All I was thinking of, though, was my dad.  And smiling…

Fast forward a nice chunk of years, and the movie is playing on the TV as Mike walks through the room.  He is quick to point out that Billy Crystal’s character is wearing a Mets’ baseball cap.  Mike, die hard Mets fan, then tells me (as if I haven’t heard this before a few times) that you couldn’t pry Billy Crystal out of Shea Stadium in the 80s, when (1) the Mets were generally better & more popular than the Yankees and (2) “City Slickers” was filmed.

I acknowledge this to be true.  Fine, humor him.  See, I know where this is going.  Billy Crystal is more recently known as a big Yankee fan, even so far as to be a part of some of the pomp & circumstance of their big moments in the past 15 years.   This doesn’t gel with Mr. Met and is a guarantee to get his feathers ruffled.  He’s cute when he feels his team has been wronged.  Kinda.

All of this brings me back to baseball.  This season, I’ve joined a fantasy baseball league with some friends.  As much as I love baseball and follow it fairly closely, I have NO clue what I’m doing and we haven’t even started the season yet.  The “draft” is this weekend and I’ve ranked my players that I’d like to end up with.  I did some research, but only because I thought my chances of being even a teensy bit competitive would be enhanced if I didn’t just pick players that I’d heard of, thought were nice guys (note – NOT A-Rod or Manny Ramirez), and preferably Yankees.  We’ll see how I do.  I have very low expectations so I’m sure to not disappoint myself at all.

With the start of spring comes the seeds of summer.  I registered Nicholas for summer camp,  checked our stock of Avon’s Skin-So-Soft bug spray (ordered more! On sale!), and made my list of seeds and plants to buy for the garden.    There’s a lot of time between now and when all that stuff comes to fruition.   And like the baseball season, it’ll be here before I know it.