WHITE PLAINS CITIZENETREPORTER SETS RECORD VISITS FOR YEAR 7,017,658 VISITS! 2,098,003 VISITORS MADE 6 VISITS A DAY EVERY DAY. 63,330 UNIQUE VISITORS MADE 133,730 VISITS IN DECEMBER. WPCNR AVERAGED 17,284 VISITORS A WEEK, VISITING 31,270 TIMES.

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WPCNR THE LETTER TICKER. October 24, 2020:

NEW LINK TO LIVE STREAM VIDEO OF VOTING SITE AT TOWN HALL–INCLUDES PARKING AREA WHERE THERE COULD BE LINES

CO CHAIR NYS BOARD OF ELECTIONS CALLS LIVE STREAMING “excellent” and WPIX TV INCLUDES LINK ON THEIR WEBSITE LIST OF TIMES OUTDOOR FLU SHOTS BEING GIVEN –STARTING MONDAY TO FRIDAY

We created a new link to our live stream video camera of the entrance of Greenburgh Town Hall so voters can view the number of people who are voting at the Greenburgh Town Hall location. In addition to being able to view the lobby you can view the parking area and entrance to lobby and lobby.  This will enable  you to see the lines.  Any resident of Westchester County can vote at Greenburgh Town Hall early voting site or any other early voting site. To my knowledge, we are the first to live stream the locations.

Am trying to persuade other communities to do the same. It’s not expensive and easy.  Received the following from the co-chair of the NYS Board of Elections. And, WPIX TV put the town link on their website and did a nice story.

Flu shots will be given outside in the parking area beginning Monday thru Friday, courtesy of the Greenburgh Health Center.

Link TO LIVE STREAM OF GREENBURGH VOTING LOCATIONS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZJqs6gUG4M
Excellent!
Douglas A. Kellner
Co-Chair, New York State Board of Elections

https://www.pix11.com/news/election-2020/polling-places-prepare-for-beginning-of-nys-early-vote

Early Voting Times:

• Saturday, October 24:  12 p.m. – 5 p.m.
• Sunday, October 25:  12 p.m. – 5 p.m.
• Monday, October 26:  8 a.m. – 4 p.m.
• Tuesday, October 27:  12 p.m. – 8 p.m.
• Wednesday, October 28:  8 a.m. – 4 p.m.
• Thursday, October 29:  12 p.m. – 8 p.m.
• Friday, October 30:  8 a.m. – 4 p.m.
• Saturday, October 31:  12 p.m. – 5 p.m.
• Sunday, November 1: 12 p.m. – 5 p.m.

Please exercise your right to vote –no matter who you vote for. 
Paul Feiner Greenburgh Town Supervisor

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JIM BENEROFE AND JOHN BAILEY INTERVIEW PROFESSOR ROLANDI ON

WAYS EARLY VOTING AND ABSENTEE BALLOTS MIGHT BE CONTESTED BY BOTH SIDES

WHAT HAPPENS IF STATE COUNTS ARE CONTESTED.

STATES’ ABILITY TO CHANGE THE ELECTORAL VOTE COUNTS

HOW LONG THE FINAL DECISION COULD BE CONTESTED AND HOW AND WHO ULTIMATELY DECIDES WHO IS PRESIDENT IF WINNER IS NOT CLEAR

THURSDAY NIGHT 8 PM WHITE PLAINS ON ALTICE CHANNEL 76 AND COUNTYWIDE ON FIOS CH 45 AND ANYTIME ON WWW.WPCOMMUNITYMEDIA.ORG

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WPCNR CITY NEWS. UPDATED From the Mayor’s Office. October 21, 2020: The City of White Plains Ebersole outdoor covered ice rink has opened for the 2020/2021 season. Public skate sessions are held: 

Friday 3:00 – 5:00 p.m., 5:30-7:30 p.m. and 8:00 – 10:00 p.m. 

Saturday 1:30 – 3:30 p.m. 

Sunday 8:30 – 10:15 a.m. (adults only) and general public skating 1:30 – 3:30 p.m. 

Admissions are limited and all COVID guidelines will be implemented. Masks are required of all patrons at all times.  

Skate Rentals are $5.00 per person. Admission cost is: $8.00 for youth, $10.00 for adults and $5.00 for seniors. 

Registration is also available for ‘Learn to Skate’ programs with classes offered for beginners to advanced.

The Ebersole Ice Rink is located at 110 Lake Street in White Plains.  For additional information, please contact the rink at (914) 422-1390 or visit our website at www.cityofwhiteplains.com.

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SENORA RALES TAUGHT MR. WITT SPANISH IN WEEKS AND HE WAS SO IMPRESSED HE FEELS HER METHOD COULD ANYONE OF ALL AGES PICK UP SPANISH IN WEEKS.

THEY DEMONSTRATE THE TECHNIQUE ON PEOPLE TO BE HEARD AT 8 PM ON FIOS CH. 45 THROUGHOUT WESTCHESTER COUNTY AND CH. 76 ALTICE IN WHITE PLAINS AND AT 8 IN BUENOS AIRES AND THE WORLD ON WWW.WPCOMMUNITYMEDIA.ORG

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WPCNR COLUMN FROM THE PAST IN HONOR OF COLUMBUS

This column originally appeared on WPCNR on February 1, 2003, and celebrates the Dreamers, the Achievers, the High and the Mighty, of whom Columbus was one–the man who kept a frightened crew together and a mission of three ships across unchartered waters to open half the world. I wrote it about the Apollo 11 Crew, but the sentiments expressed aptly fit Columbus the man and the achievers who risked the unknown:

The Space Blazers:

 The Apollo 11 Crew: Nail Armstrong, Michael Collins,  Buzz Aldrin, Jr. Mr. Armstrong set foot on the moon 51 years ago July 20, 1969(NASA Photo)

The exact hour  was  20:11 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time). That was the culmination of the last great American achievement  – the personal computer and the internet were to come as the next great American achievement conquering space — when Apollo 11 with Armstrong in command, with astronauts Michael Collins and Edwin E. Aldrin, Jr. blasted off to the stars  for real becoming the Flash Gordons, Buck Rogerses, Tom Corbetts and Captain Videos for all-time.

Their mission was a success.

But there have been the tragedies associated with striving for the stars and being the best, achieving the best, working for the good. Those are the persons who keep the dreams alive by their deaths and personal sacrifice. I wrote the following after the explosion of the Columbia Space Shuttle upon reentry after 19 days in space in January 2003.

The fatal Columbia Space Shuttle accident killing all 7 astronauts aboard when the historic spacecraft broke up over East Texas at daybreak on a Saturday morning began a period of national mourning. 
The expected media speculations have started, guessing at the cause of the reentry that went bizarrely, awfully wrong.
The truth is the civilized world takes absolute scientific miracles for granted. We do not appreciate the courage and skills of the men and women creating the future.
Those of us with cell phones, internet connections, high-speed trains, satellite communications and entertainment (all products made possible by the space program), do not realize the magnitude of daring achievements that you and I have come to accept to be executed like clockwork.
I first learned of Columbia’s fate late that Saturday afternoon when my wife mentioned that instead of sports programming being videotaped on our television, there was coverage of a live NASA event on ABC.
(Incredibly, the radio station I had been listening to on the way from a sports clinic had not reported any hint of the accident. That station was Z-100, the most listened-to station in the New York metropolitan area. America Online also on their first up page did not mention the missing craft as of midday. That kind of communications misjudgment is sad.)
As I watched the close of Mr. Jennings’ coverage at about 3 PM, he signed off with no recap, no names of astronauts, and some parting words about what he thought was the cause of the disaster.
I’ll say what he should have said.
Columbia’s seven astronauts who died — we know their names: they were

Columbus, Magellan, Cook, Lewis, Clark, the Wrights, Lindbergh, De Laroche, Earhart, Markham, Gruber, Chaffee, Grissom, White, Gargarin, Komarov, the Challenger Crew, the crew of Soyuz 11. They are a handful of the hundreds of brave men and women who went into the unknown.

Appollo 11′s Crew turned the dreams of the 1950s visualized in television shows like Tom Corbett, Space Cadet (above, Astro, Roger and Tom) and Captain Video, “The Master of Science” below  into reality.

America’s Spacemen and Spaacewomen and the explorers before them are the people who trust in their ability and their vessel to expand the world’s horizons, to know the unknown, whose legacies build a better world. Whose deeds inspire and achievements are the catalysts for achievement to come.

From Cook’s fragile vessel which sailed the Pacific, to the marvel that was the Columbia, the captains courageous who sailed the Roaring 40s, blazed the Oregon Trail, discovered how to fly, and flew the oceans, journeyed to the stars, knew the risks they were taking. 

The media  trivializes their courage, their skills, and the difficulty of what they did and wanted to do, to concentrate on the causes of their failure, as if knowing the cause will make their loss acceptable.

The Magnificent Seven

I do not know Columbia’s Magnificent Seven. I just see their smiling faces in their photograph, and I regret the loss of every one. They had achievement on their faces, pride in their demeanor. Their eyes shown with the glow of being alive and striving to do the great things they set out to do.

Civilization has been created because of people like the crew of the Columbia’s Magnificent Seven, not the incompetence we see demonstrated daily today where technology is concerned.

The Columbia itself had flown 26 missions since launching in 1981. It was guided and outfitted with the best 2003 communications and equipment had to offer.

Not like Captain James Cook’s bark, Endeavour, a 100-foot ship powered by sail that conquered the “space” of his time, the Pacific Ocean. It was the Columbia’s Magnificent Seven’s Endeavour. They were tracked, they were backed up, but they perhaps more than anyone here on the ground knew the high dangers of the shuttle mission.

Liftoff, as their predecessors, The Challenger crew fell victim to, is fraught with risk. Reentry, which needs to be negotiated at precisely the right angle of attack, is equally risky. Soyuz 11’s spacecrew of Dobrovolskiy, Volkov, and Patsayev died in 1971 on reentry, when the Russian cosmonauts took too long to descend.

No guarantees in real life. Machines sometimes run out of miracles.

The magnificence of the explorers’ sacrifice and dedication, is that they accept the risk of “the endeavor.”

They accept the challenge, bear it alone, seizing challenge with an indomitable spirit and confidence, facing death when it comes with the satisfaction that they made the effort, and I suspect analyzing, coping, trying to fix it until the end, the very end.

They never give up.

Columbia’s Magnificent Seven, after 16 days in space, are gone now. My sorrow is with their families who will miss these Magnificent Seven, and who know in their hearts that they died trying to reach the pinnacle of their aspirations.

They are only human.

They tried their best, achieved their best, and experienced what they longed to experience. They dared to live the great adventure.
Not all of us have the courage to follow our longed-for adventures and make them real. You can watch movies that attempt to give that experience by transference. That’s why, I believe, you and I take it so personally when we lose heroic personalities of our time. We wonder what they are like. We glorify them, rightly so.

“Follow Me! ” They Say.

I wonder how those Magnificent Seven felt, how satisfying it must have been, to be at your best, doing what you love, coping with the risks.I envy them that.

The Columbia Crew is the Miracle.

In reality it is not machines that conquer, it is the intrepid personalities, each unique, each contributing, who perform the miracles with God’s help. That they fall short is an example to us, not to take ourselves, our fates, or our existences for granted.

This is true of the everyday people we take for granted: the firefighter, the policeman, the train engineer, the airline pilot, the construction worker. All are highly trained disciplined workers, executing precise tasks for which the non-expert has no feel or understanding . What makes for the desire to achieve? What is out there or up there that leads them on?

The Feel of the Unknown

I took Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s biographical adventure diary, Listen! The Wind down from the bookshelf.

She was the young bride of the aviator-pioneer, Charles Lindbergh. She navigated for him in his aircraft, and ran his radio communications on his many exploratory flights around the world.

In a passage she describes a night flight over the ocean, in which she was operating the radio for her husband Charles, who was at the controls. Mrs. Lindbergh is describing the feelings she has as she tries to tune in the South American coast at sea in the dark of night in 1933, 80 years ago.

The feeling, the courage of the adventurer, the explorer has not changed. This is great:

“Night was the hardest. It would be all right once it was day. I kept saying…We began to hit clouds. I could tell without looking up, for the plane bumped slightly from time to time, first one wing down and then the other. And the moon blackened out for short periods.

Then for longer periods. I could not see to write my messages. I stiffened, dimly sensing fear – the old fear of bad weather – and looked out. We were flying under clouds. I could still find a kind of horizon, a difference in shading where the water met the clouds. That was all. But it seemed to be getting darker.

Storms? Were those clouds or was it the sky? We had lost the water. We were flying blind. I turned off the light quickly (to give my husband a little more vision), and sat waiting, tense, peering through the night. Now we were out again. There were holes through which one could see the dark sky. It was all right, I felt, as long as there were holes.

More blind flying. This is it, I thought is what people forget. This is what it means to fly across the ocean, blind and at night. But day is coming. It ought to be day before long… Daybreak! What a miracle. I didn’t see any sign of day and yet it must be lighter. The clouds were distinguishing themselves more and more from water and sea.

Daybreak—thank God—as if we had been living in eternal night—as if this were the first sun that ever rose out of the sea.

Note: This column originally appeared February 1, 2003 on WPCNR