To the Editor :
It always bothers me when a person(s) takes it upon themselves to interfere when they have no business doing so.
On Sunday, June 25, my neighbors across the road had a late afternoon party. There were 40 or so cars trying to park and it’s difficult because there is no room on the south side of road to be able to do that, but they were allowed to park on his lawn to make it easier. They parked in front of my house but were considerate enough not to block my husbands truck in even thought there was a car in front of, and behind, truck. This didn’t bother me at all. The host even had a young lady helping direct traffic. Barely an hour after party began I was shocked to see a Police Traffic car in front of my driveway. I went out and told him I had not called the police and I certainly had no objections to the party, nor did my next door neighbor. The officer said it was a question of safety. With so many cars there would be a problem with an ambulance or fire truck to get through. I agree with the firetruck, but an ambulance could get through. Also, this road is a circle, going around the pond and there are two ways to enter/exit . No emergency vehicle would have a problem. Anyone living in this neighborhood knows that ! Therefore, I fail to see how the one who called Traffic Police could use that as an excuse. To compound that, I think the party was for a charity benefit.
I don’t understand what makes a person do that. Are they so unhappy they want to make others the same, or do they want to feel ‘important’ for a short while ?
There is too much of this going on all over, but when it’s done in a small town it really is not nice at all.
Leatrice B. Christensen
What a Celebration
Long Live the Sag Harbor Cinema!
The Big Tent: Party for the Cinema was a joyful, exuberant celebration that brought our whole community together, once again, on Long Wharf. Between 5 and 8 p.m., over 1,000 people came through the tent to share their enthusiasm and give support for the buying and rebuilding of the Cinema. People of all ages were there. Faces were painted, rosé flowed, Wildlife Rescue Center raptors enchanted people at the ticket line, and restaurants from all over the village served delicious bites. The Sag Harbor Fire Department once again served the best burgers, and everyone worked them off dancing to the great HooDoo Loungers. We estimate that the art auction will net us more than we made from last year’s party altogether! Endless thanks goes to the very generous artists who donated work to the auction. Almost 100 tireless volunteers greeted everyone with warmth and grace while taking tickets and serving food, and the Sag Harbor Whalers kept everything running smoothly. And we are grateful to have shared the Big Tent with Bay Street Theater.
And then there was the sign. Thanks to the efforts of Chris Denon of Twin Forks Moving & Storage, Clayton Orehek, master neon artist, and John Battle, sculptor and master metalsmith, we were all able to be thrilled to see the sign once again brought by Chris Denon on his truck, which was lit after we made brief remarks. “Sag” is in great shape, and “Harbor” needs some work, but it is in very capable hands! A poster of the first arthouse movie shown by longtime Cinema owner Gerry Mallow, Madam Rosa, was presented to him to thank him for having kept the theater in the great tradition of independent movie screenings for 38 devoted years.
We thank our wonderful mayor for saying a few words, the Sag Harbor Village Board, Police Chief A.J. McGuire and our Police Department, always at the ready to help with big events like this, and we all wish we’d had more time to thank everyone publicly who made the party possible.
What a truly spectacular community we have. Thank you all for your support!
Judi Caron, Nick Gazzolo, April Gornik, Diana Howard, Susan Lacy, Hilary Loomis, Susan Mead, Carol Ostrow, and Jayne Young
– The Sag Harbor Partnership Board
July Fourth is the day we set forth to declare our independence. We were young and free, a brand new country which had no equal. We had Uncle Sam. He was our man. He swore he would never let us down.
We were full of life and vigor, until someone pulled the trigger. We joined the fight. We thought we were right with all our might till Johnnie came marching home. They shot him and gassed him. They thought they’d outlast him, but Johnnie kept marching on.
He marched through the fields and climbed the highest mountains.
He marched till he could stand it no more. And so the war ends, he’s lost all his friends.
But Johnnie comes marching home.