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  1. Rockland restaurants with outdoor dining perfect for upcoming heat

    Jeanne Muchnick, Rockland/Westchester Journal News Updated Fri, May 15, 2026 at 6:29 PM UTC Rockland County temperatures are set to hit the mid-80s to low 90s starting Sunday, May 17, so it’s the pe…
    #dining #cooking #diet #food #Italiancuisine #Italia #Italian #italiancuisine #italiano #italy #RocklandCounty #Westchester
    diningandcooking.com/2644585/r

  2. CHP Alert / Missing Person -

    N ENDANGERED MISSING ADVISORY HAS BEEN ACTIVATED BY THE CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY PATROL ON BEHALF OF THE LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT. JUDITH KAAPUNI IS MISSING AND ENDANGERED. JUDITH KAAPUNI WAS LAST SEEN ON JANUARY 31, 2026, AT APPROXIMATELY 1115 HOURS IN LOS ANGELES, LOS ANGELES COUNTY.

    #Westchester #LosAngeles #MissingPerson

  3. Hype for the Future 69/284: Voice of America (VOA)

    Overview A historic site associated with Voice of America (VOA) is located in West Chester Township, Butler County, Ohio, and in recent years has become home to a notable country music festival, officially labeled the “Voices of America” in plural. The festival is often abbreviated “VOACMF” and is largely determined by the importance of the event in the Greater Cincinnati area as well as in youthful culture, particularly involving the cultural significance of country music from […]

    novatopflex.wordpress.com/2026

  4. I am very late to post this - So forgive the lateness.
    It's that time again, Automation Technology Club meeting at Midpointe Library Westchester Ohio is tonight from 5pm to 7. Tonights meeting will be an opening meeting, so if you are interested in Electronics, Robots, Arduinos, or just meeting - Consider coming out.
    I know it's probably to late in the day to post this.

    #Electronics #Arduino #Robot #Robotics #Cincinnati #Ohio #Westchester #meeting

  5. Aviation weather for Brandywine Regional airport in West Chester area (USA) is “KOQN 051455Z AUTO 20006KT 10SM CLR 13/M01 A3004 RMK AO2” : See what it means on bigorre.org/aero/meteo/koqn/en #brandywineregionalairport #airport #westchester #usa #koqn #metar #aviation #aviationweather #avgeek vl

  6. Chain closes one of its local restaurant locations after 7 years

    CINCINNATI (WKRC) – Taziki’s Mediterranean Cafe in West Chester closed its doors Sunday after more than seven years at that location. The cafe said it is due to the …
    #dining #cooking #diet #food #MediterraneanFood #Cincinnati #closure #kroger #Mediterranean #mediterraneanfood #Redevelopment #restaurant #taziki's #WestChester
    diningandcooking.com/2343376/c

  7. Indigo Girls, Indigo Girls, 1989 on Epic

    Sophomore album from Amy Ray and Emily Sallers, with their massive breakout hit “Closer To Fine.” Michael Stipe guests on “Kid Fears” and Hothouse Flowers guest on multiple tracks including “Closer to Fine” (which recently had a revival as it appeared in the movie Barbie).

    My copy—via A1 Records in NYC—is a promo copy labelled with WDFH-FM, which is a public radio affiliate in Westchester County. It probably had a hype sticker or inventory sticker on the front cover as well which a previous owner removed. I know some people hate a cover that is “marred” but I think it just adds some provenance and color. :shrug:

    #1980s #1989 #A1Records #AmyRay #EmilySallers #Epic #IndigoGirls #NYC #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylfinds #Westchester #WHDHFM

  8. Indigo Girls, Indigo Girls, 1989 on Epic

    Sophomore album from Amy Ray and Emily Sallers, with their massive breakout hit “Closer To Fine.” Michael Stipe guests on “Kid Fears” and Hothouse Flowers guest on multiple tracks including “Closer to Fine” (which recently had a revival as it appeared in the movie Barbie).

    My copy—via A1 Records in NYC—is a promo copy labelled with WDFH-FM, which is a public radio affiliate in Westchester County. It probably had a hype sticker or inventory sticker on the front cover as well which a previous owner removed. I know some people hate a cover that is “marred” but I think it just adds some provenance and color. :shrug:

    #1980s #1989 #A1Records #AmyRay #EmilySallers #Epic #IndigoGirls #NYC #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylfinds #Westchester #WHDHFM

  9. Indigo Girls, Indigo Girls, 1989 on Epic

    Sophomore album from Amy Ray and Emily Sallers, with their massive breakout hit “Closer To Fine.” Michael Stipe guests on “Kid Fears” and Hothouse Flowers guest on multiple tracks including “Closer to Fine” (which recently had a revival as it appeared in the movie Barbie).

    My copy—via A1 Records in NYC—is a promo copy labelled with WDFH-FM, which is a public radio affiliate in Westchester County. It probably had a hype sticker or inventory sticker on the front cover as well which a previous owner removed. I know some people hate a cover that is “marred” but I think it just adds some provenance and color. :shrug:

    #1980s #1989 #A1Records #AmyRay #EmilySallers #Epic #IndigoGirls #NYC #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylfinds #Westchester #WHDHFM

  10. Indigo Girls, Indigo Girls, 1989 on Epic

    Sophomore album from Amy Ray and Emily Sallers, with their massive breakout hit “Closer To Fine.” Michael Stipe guests on “Kid Fears” and Hothouse Flowers guest on multiple tracks including “Closer to Fine” (which recently had a revival as it appeared in the movie Barbie).

    My copy—via A1 Records in NYC—is a promo copy labelled with WDFH-FM, which is a public radio affiliate in Westchester County. It probably had a hype sticker or inventory sticker on the front cover as well which a previous owner removed. I know some people hate a cover that is “marred” but I think it just adds some provenance and color. :shrug:

    #1980s #1989 #A1Records #AmyRay #EmilySallers #Epic #IndigoGirls #NYC #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylfinds #Westchester #WHDHFM

  11. Indigo Girls, Indigo Girls, 1989 on Epic

    Sophomore album from Amy Ray and Emily Sallers, with their massive breakout hit “Closer To Fine.” Michael Stipe guests on “Kid Fears” and Hothouse Flowers guest on multiple tracks including “Closer to Fine” (which recently had a revival as it appeared in the movie Barbie).

    My copy—via A1 Records in NYC—is a promo copy labelled with WDFH-FM, which is a public radio affiliate in Westchester County. It probably had a hype sticker or inventory sticker on the front cover as well which a previous owner removed. I know some people hate a cover that is “marred” but I think it just adds some provenance and color. :shrug:

    #1980s #1989 #A1Records #AmyRay #EmilySallers #Epic #IndigoGirls #NYC #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylfinds #Westchester #WHDHFM

  12. @easwatch #EAS #WEA for #Fairfield, #CTwx #Westchester, #NY: National Weather Service: A FLASH #FLOOD WARNING is in effect for this area until 7:15 PM EDT. This is a dangerous and life-threatening situation. Do not attempt to travel unless you are fleeing an area subject to flooding or under an evacuation order. Source: NWS Upton NY ** DO NOT RELY ON THIS FEED FOR LIFE SAFETY, SEEK OUT OFFICIAL SOURCES ***

  13. At the rally in , . I estimate a crowd of a few thousand people on both sides of High Street for several blocks.

  14. Early voting has begun in a Special Election for Westchester County Executive (to replace George Latimer who was elected to Congress in #NY16)

    If you live in Westchester, please vote early for Democrat Ken Jenkins!
    #Westchester #WestchesterCounty

  15. Poetry of the American Civil War: “An Evening in Camp” (December 28, 1861)

    “Our Heaven Born Banner” (William Bauly, circa 1861, U.S. Library of Congress, public domain).

    It is evening on the camp ground, and the fading sunlight gleams,
    Over hill tops, into valleys and adown the winding streams;

    Weary drill at last is ended, and the soldiers gather in
    To the music of the fifers and the sweet-toned violin.

    Noble sons of patriot fathers, loving freedom most of all,
    Dreading more the tyrant’s sceptre than the rifle’s deadly ball;

    Each within his homely quarters, on his hard unpillowed bed,
    Takes the uninviting supper, by no loving mother spread.

    Not for them the winter fire where the family group is found,
    Pleasant converse, peals of laughter, merry jestings circling round;

    Where the mother piles her knitting, and the sisters read or sew,
    And the father paints in language, “miracles of long ago.”

    Not for them! yet through their changes, Memory keeps her taper bright,
    Lighting up the streams of day-time, and the visions of the night;

    Hearts that know no selfish terror, through their tender pulses send,
    Throbs of strong magnetic feeling, to the parent or the friend.

    One is writing to his mother, and his thoughtful eye grows dim,
    With the memory of her kindness, and her loving care for him;

    Patient of his youthful follies, quick to lead and slow to blame,
    Rising with his rising honor, sinking if he sink to shame.

    Well she knows her pillowed slumbers are not as they were of old;
    Well he knows the grief and terror that her pen hath never told;

    And he sees the dark brown tresses, growing whiter day by day,
    Since her country’s tocsin sounded, and she gave her all away.

    And another reads the message that a Father’s hand hath sent,
    Strong in courage, wise in council, glowing with a high intent;

    “All his prayers go forth to bless him–he has been his pride and joy,
    And the hopes of past and present crowd around his darling boy.”

    With a quivering lip he folds it, but his keen and steady eye,
    Speaks the strong, unshaken courage, that shall conquer or shall die;

    Gentle words a wife has written, there the husband reads to-night,
    And his manly tears are hidden in the fading winter light.

    Then he folds his daughter’s billet in a warm and close embrace,
    Her’s, who holds the prisoned sunbeams of eight summers in her face;

    Ah! he cares not for the blunders, through each blurred and crooked line,
    All the glances of her blue eyes and her bady graces shine.

    Needs must tremble they who called him from such pleasures to the strife,
    He will keep his vow of vengeance at the peril of his life;

    Where the sunbeams linger longest, heeding not the frosty air,
    With his pale young forehead shaded, sits another reading there.

    One who loved him like the poets, shared this in the days gone by,
    And each line looks kindly at him through that sister’s speaking eye.

    “Sits she in the dear old Study, reading what I read to-night,
    Tracing out the rhythmic numbers, in the flashing crimson light;

    Or, perchance, the lamps are lighted, and she pens the gentle line
    That gives olden warmth and comfort to this stranger life of mine.”

    There a young man holds a locket, gazing on a face so dear,
    That the past becomes the present, and the far away the near;

    Over streams, and hills and vallies, he is standing by her side,
    And her dark brown eyes are liquid with the gush of love and pride.

    Sweeter than the sounds of summer is the language that she speaks;
    Fairer than June’s fairest blossoms, are the roses on her cheeks,

    And he feels to-day more worthy plighted heart and hand,
    Than when peace and smiling plenty blessed his sorrowing Fatherland.

    Breaking on the evening’s bustle calls the drum to muster roll,
    And the soldier’s sterner duties shade the fancies of his soul.

    Turning to their straw and blankets, quiet slumbers close them round;
    Nothing but the sentry’s pacing breaks the silence of the ground,

    And the stars look kindly on them from the blue etherial sea,
    Leading on the Hosts of Freemen through the gates of victory.

    MELROSE

     

    Source:

    “Select Poetry [from the West Chester (Pa) Times].” Sunbury, Pennsylvania: The Sunbury American, 28 December 1861.

     

    #America #AmericanCivilWar #AmericanHistory #Army #Christmas #CivilWar #CivilWarArt #CivilWarPoetry #History #PennsylvaniaHistory #PennsylvaniaInTheCivilWar #Poetry #Sunbury #TheUnionArmy #USMilitaryAndTheUnionArmy #WestChester

  16. Poetry of the American Civil War: “An Evening in Camp” (December 28, 1861)

    “Our Heaven Born Banner” (William Bauly, circa 1861, U.S. Library of Congress, public domain).

    It is evening on the camp ground, and the fading sunlight gleams,
    Over hill tops, into valleys and adown the winding streams;

    Weary drill at last is ended, and the soldiers gather in
    To the music of the fifers and the sweet-toned violin.

    Noble sons of patriot fathers, loving freedom most of all,
    Dreading more the tyrant’s sceptre than the rifle’s deadly ball;

    Each within his homely quarters, on his hard unpillowed bed,
    Takes the uninviting supper, by no loving mother spread.

    Not for them the winter fire where the family group is found,
    Pleasant converse, peals of laughter, merry jestings circling round;

    Where the mother piles her knitting, and the sisters read or sew,
    And the father paints in language, “miracles of long ago.”

    Not for them! yet through their changes, Memory keeps her taper bright,
    Lighting up the streams of day-time, and the visions of the night;

    Hearts that know no selfish terror, through their tender pulses send,
    Throbs of strong magnetic feeling, to the parent or the friend.

    One is writing to his mother, and his thoughtful eye grows dim,
    With the memory of her kindness, and her loving care for him;

    Patient of his youthful follies, quick to lead and slow to blame,
    Rising with his rising honor, sinking if he sink to shame.

    Well she knows her pillowed slumbers are not as they were of old;
    Well he knows the grief and terror that her pen hath never told;

    And he sees the dark brown tresses, growing whiter day by day,
    Since her country’s tocsin sounded, and she gave her all away.

    And another reads the message that a Father’s hand hath sent,
    Strong in courage, wise in council, glowing with a high intent;

    “All his prayers go forth to bless him–he has been his pride and joy,
    And the hopes of past and present crowd around his darling boy.”

    With a quivering lip he folds it, but his keen and steady eye,
    Speaks the strong, unshaken courage, that shall conquer or shall die;

    Gentle words a wife has written, there the husband reads to-night,
    And his manly tears are hidden in the fading winter light.

    Then he folds his daughter’s billet in a warm and close embrace,
    Her’s, who holds the prisoned sunbeams of eight summers in her face;

    Ah! he cares not for the blunders, through each blurred and crooked line,
    All the glances of her blue eyes and her bady graces shine.

    Needs must tremble they who called him from such pleasures to the strife,
    He will keep his vow of vengeance at the peril of his life;

    Where the sunbeams linger longest, heeding not the frosty air,
    With his pale young forehead shaded, sits another reading there.

    One who loved him like the poets, shared this in the days gone by,
    And each line looks kindly at him through that sister’s speaking eye.

    “Sits she in the dear old Study, reading what I read to-night,
    Tracing out the rhythmic numbers, in the flashing crimson light;

    Or, perchance, the lamps are lighted, and she pens the gentle line
    That gives olden warmth and comfort to this stranger life of mine.”

    There a young man holds a locket, gazing on a face so dear,
    That the past becomes the present, and the far away the near;

    Over streams, and hills and vallies, he is standing by her side,
    And her dark brown eyes are liquid with the gush of love and pride.

    Sweeter than the sounds of summer is the language that she speaks;
    Fairer than June’s fairest blossoms, are the roses on her cheeks,

    And he feels to-day more worthy plighted heart and hand,
    Than when peace and smiling plenty blessed his sorrowing Fatherland.

    Breaking on the evening’s bustle calls the drum to muster roll,
    And the soldier’s sterner duties shade the fancies of his soul.

    Turning to their straw and blankets, quiet slumbers close them round;
    Nothing but the sentry’s pacing breaks the silence of the ground,

    And the stars look kindly on them from the blue etherial sea,
    Leading on the Hosts of Freemen through the gates of victory.

    MELROSE

     

    Source:

    “Select Poetry [from the West Chester (Pa) Times].” Sunbury, Pennsylvania: The Sunbury American, 28 December 1861.

     

    #America #AmericanCivilWar #AmericanHistory #Army #Christmas #CivilWar #CivilWarArt #CivilWarPoetry #History #PennsylvaniaHistory #PennsylvaniaInTheCivilWar #Poetry #Sunbury #TheUnionArmy #USMilitaryAndTheUnionArmy #WestChester

  17. Poetry of the American Civil War: “An Evening in Camp” (December 28, 1861)

    “Our Heaven Born Banner” (William Bauly, circa 1861, U.S. Library of Congress, public domain).

    It is evening on the camp ground, and the fading sunlight gleams,
    Over hill tops, into valleys and adown the winding streams;

    Weary drill at last is ended, and the soldiers gather in
    To the music of the fifers and the sweet-toned violin.

    Noble sons of patriot fathers, loving freedom most of all,
    Dreading more the tyrant’s sceptre than the rifle’s deadly ball;

    Each within his homely quarters, on his hard unpillowed bed,
    Takes the uninviting supper, by no loving mother spread.

    Not for them the winter fire where the family group is found,
    Pleasant converse, peals of laughter, merry jestings circling round;

    Where the mother piles her knitting, and the sisters read or sew,
    And the father paints in language, “miracles of long ago.”

    Not for them! yet through their changes, Memory keeps her taper bright,
    Lighting up the streams of day-time, and the visions of the night;

    Hearts that know no selfish terror, through their tender pulses send,
    Throbs of strong magnetic feeling, to the parent or the friend.

    One is writing to his mother, and his thoughtful eye grows dim,
    With the memory of her kindness, and her loving care for him;

    Patient of his youthful follies, quick to lead and slow to blame,
    Rising with his rising honor, sinking if he sink to shame.

    Well she knows her pillowed slumbers are not as they were of old;
    Well he knows the grief and terror that her pen hath never told;

    And he sees the dark brown tresses, growing whiter day by day,
    Since her country’s tocsin sounded, and she gave her all away.

    And another reads the message that a Father’s hand hath sent,
    Strong in courage, wise in council, glowing with a high intent;

    “All his prayers go forth to bless him–he has been his pride and joy,
    And the hopes of past and present crowd around his darling boy.”

    With a quivering lip he folds it, but his keen and steady eye,
    Speaks the strong, unshaken courage, that shall conquer or shall die;

    Gentle words a wife has written, there the husband reads to-night,
    And his manly tears are hidden in the fading winter light.

    Then he folds his daughter’s billet in a warm and close embrace,
    Her’s, who holds the prisoned sunbeams of eight summers in her face;

    Ah! he cares not for the blunders, through each blurred and crooked line,
    All the glances of her blue eyes and her bady graces shine.

    Needs must tremble they who called him from such pleasures to the strife,
    He will keep his vow of vengeance at the peril of his life;

    Where the sunbeams linger longest, heeding not the frosty air,
    With his pale young forehead shaded, sits another reading there.

    One who loved him like the poets, shared this in the days gone by,
    And each line looks kindly at him through that sister’s speaking eye.

    “Sits she in the dear old Study, reading what I read to-night,
    Tracing out the rhythmic numbers, in the flashing crimson light;

    Or, perchance, the lamps are lighted, and she pens the gentle line
    That gives olden warmth and comfort to this stranger life of mine.”

    There a young man holds a locket, gazing on a face so dear,
    That the past becomes the present, and the far away the near;

    Over streams, and hills and vallies, he is standing by her side,
    And her dark brown eyes are liquid with the gush of love and pride.

    Sweeter than the sounds of summer is the language that she speaks;
    Fairer than June’s fairest blossoms, are the roses on her cheeks,

    And he feels to-day more worthy plighted heart and hand,
    Than when peace and smiling plenty blessed his sorrowing Fatherland.

    Breaking on the evening’s bustle calls the drum to muster roll,
    And the soldier’s sterner duties shade the fancies of his soul.

    Turning to their straw and blankets, quiet slumbers close them round;
    Nothing but the sentry’s pacing breaks the silence of the ground,

    And the stars look kindly on them from the blue etherial sea,
    Leading on the Hosts of Freemen through the gates of victory.

    MELROSE

     

    Source:

    “Select Poetry [from the West Chester (Pa) Times].” Sunbury, Pennsylvania: The Sunbury American, 28 December 1861.

     

    #America #AmericanCivilWar #AmericanHistory #Army #Christmas #CivilWar #CivilWarArt #CivilWarPoetry #History #PennsylvaniaHistory #PennsylvaniaInTheCivilWar #Poetry #Sunbury #TheUnionArmy #USMilitaryAndTheUnionArmy #WestChester

  18. Poetry of the American Civil War: “An Evening in Camp” (December 28, 1861)

    “Our Heaven Born Banner” (William Bauly, circa 1861, U.S. Library of Congress, public domain).

    It is evening on the camp ground, and the fading sunlight gleams,
    Over hill tops, into valleys and adown the winding streams;

    Weary drill at last is ended, and the soldiers gather in
    To the music of the fifers and the sweet-toned violin.

    Noble sons of patriot fathers, loving freedom most of all,
    Dreading more the tyrant’s sceptre than the rifle’s deadly ball;

    Each within his homely quarters, on his hard unpillowed bed,
    Takes the uninviting supper, by no loving mother spread.

    Not for them the winter fire where the family group is found,
    Pleasant converse, peals of laughter, merry jestings circling round;

    Where the mother piles her knitting, and the sisters read or sew,
    And the father paints in language, “miracles of long ago.”

    Not for them! yet through their changes, Memory keeps her taper bright,
    Lighting up the streams of day-time, and the visions of the night;

    Hearts that know no selfish terror, through their tender pulses send,
    Throbs of strong magnetic feeling, to the parent or the friend.

    One is writing to his mother, and his thoughtful eye grows dim,
    With the memory of her kindness, and her loving care for him;

    Patient of his youthful follies, quick to lead and slow to blame,
    Rising with his rising honor, sinking if he sink to shame.

    Well she knows her pillowed slumbers are not as they were of old;
    Well he knows the grief and terror that her pen hath never told;

    And he sees the dark brown tresses, growing whiter day by day,
    Since her country’s tocsin sounded, and she gave her all away.

    And another reads the message that a Father’s hand hath sent,
    Strong in courage, wise in council, glowing with a high intent;

    “All his prayers go forth to bless him–he has been his pride and joy,
    And the hopes of past and present crowd around his darling boy.”

    With a quivering lip he folds it, but his keen and steady eye,
    Speaks the strong, unshaken courage, that shall conquer or shall die;

    Gentle words a wife has written, there the husband reads to-night,
    And his manly tears are hidden in the fading winter light.

    Then he folds his daughter’s billet in a warm and close embrace,
    Her’s, who holds the prisoned sunbeams of eight summers in her face;

    Ah! he cares not for the blunders, through each blurred and crooked line,
    All the glances of her blue eyes and her bady graces shine.

    Needs must tremble they who called him from such pleasures to the strife,
    He will keep his vow of vengeance at the peril of his life;

    Where the sunbeams linger longest, heeding not the frosty air,
    With his pale young forehead shaded, sits another reading there.

    One who loved him like the poets, shared this in the days gone by,
    And each line looks kindly at him through that sister’s speaking eye.

    “Sits she in the dear old Study, reading what I read to-night,
    Tracing out the rhythmic numbers, in the flashing crimson light;

    Or, perchance, the lamps are lighted, and she pens the gentle line
    That gives olden warmth and comfort to this stranger life of mine.”

    There a young man holds a locket, gazing on a face so dear,
    That the past becomes the present, and the far away the near;

    Over streams, and hills and vallies, he is standing by her side,
    And her dark brown eyes are liquid with the gush of love and pride.

    Sweeter than the sounds of summer is the language that she speaks;
    Fairer than June’s fairest blossoms, are the roses on her cheeks,

    And he feels to-day more worthy plighted heart and hand,
    Than when peace and smiling plenty blessed his sorrowing Fatherland.

    Breaking on the evening’s bustle calls the drum to muster roll,
    And the soldier’s sterner duties shade the fancies of his soul.

    Turning to their straw and blankets, quiet slumbers close them round;
    Nothing but the sentry’s pacing breaks the silence of the ground,

    And the stars look kindly on them from the blue etherial sea,
    Leading on the Hosts of Freemen through the gates of victory.

    MELROSE

     

    Source:

    “Select Poetry [from the West Chester (Pa) Times].” Sunbury, Pennsylvania: The Sunbury American, 28 December 1861.

     

    #America #AmericanCivilWar #AmericanHistory #Army #Christmas #CivilWar #CivilWarArt #CivilWarPoetry #History #PennsylvaniaHistory #PennsylvaniaInTheCivilWar #Poetry #Sunbury #TheUnionArmy #USMilitaryAndTheUnionArmy #WestChester

  19. It began last fall when #Bowman stepped forward as one of the leading critics of #Israel’s #war w/ #Hamas. But the contest grew into a broader proxy fight around the future of the #Democratic Party, exposing painful fractures over #race, #class & #ideology in a diverse district that includes parts of #Westchester & the #Bronx.

    The district’s 1st #Black congressperson & a committed democratic #socialist, never wavered from his calls for a #CeaseFire in #Gaza or #left-wing economic priorities.

  20. Back to #McConney #witness / #defendant #testimony:

    #NYAG #Amer delves into a flagrant instance of #fraudulent #valuations.

    #Trump’s #SevenSprings estate planned to build 7 mansions on the property valued at $23M each.

    McConney confirmed that in 2012, #EricTrump was involved w/the development of the #Westchester, NY, property & that he (McConney) assumed all necessary approvals were obtained prior to build.

    #Trump #TrumpTrial #law #legal #fraud

  21. Mid-day on Friday: 6 of 8 #tesla #superchargers in use. Charged at about 60kw. 4 new? chargers nearby had large puddles in front of them, maybe from nearby construction. Not sure if they are open. A few yards away there is also a #free #volta #level2 #charger with a #j1772 connector. The location is #Rivertowns Square #dobbsferry #ny with lots of shopping. #westchester #ev #evs #evcharging #parking

  22. Mid-day on Friday: 6 of 8 #tesla #superchargers in use. Charged at about 60kw. 4 new? chargers nearby had large puddles in front of them, maybe from nearby construction. Not sure if they are open. A few yards away there is also a #free #volta #level2 #charger with a #j1772 connector. The location is #Rivertowns Square #dobbsferry #ny with lots of shopping. #westchester #ev #evs #evcharging #parking

  23. New York Prosecutors Ignored Tainted Evidence Used Against Spanish-Speaking Drivers for Years
    ==

    Mistranslated DWI warnings used in #Westchester County may have pressured some drivers into taking a Breathalyzer test. The district attorney’s office didn’t investigate for three years.

    #NewYork #Police #Courts #DWI #DUI

    propublica.org/article/westche

  24. Well, well, well -- guess what? There's more than just #Tritium in that water -- just like with #Fukushima! #Corporations like #TEPCO and #Holtec LOVE to DOWNPLAY what's really in the water they want to dump!

    #RocklandCounty Passes Resolution Against Dumping #RadioactiveWater in the #HudsonRiver; Second This Week

    Published Mar 9, 2023 Categories

    "In a 16-0 vote, the Rockland County Legislature unanimously approved a resolution calling on Governor Hochul and relevant agencies to stop Holtec International from dumping #toxic waste into the Hudson River. Rockland became the second county in the Hudson Valley region to oppose Holtec’s polluting plan, just two days after the #Westchester Board of Legislators took similar action.

    "Holtec International, the company in charge of decommissioning the #IndianPoint Nuclear Plant, wants to dump one million gallons of toxic wastewater from the plant’s spent fuel pools into the Hudson River. The company’s waste has several contaminants [NOT JUST TRITIUM LIKE HOLTEC KEEPS SAYING] including #tritium, a radioactive isotope that can lead to cancer when inhaled, ingested or absorbed through the skin in large quantities. Seven communities and over 100,000 people rely on drinking water from the Hudson River.

    "Santosh Nandabalan, Senior New York Organizer with Food & Water Watch issued the following statement: 'To allow the immense discharge of toxic, radioactive waste into New Yorkers’ drinking water is to privilege corporate expediency over public health. One by one, Hudson Valley authorities are taking a stand against Holtec’s ludicrously dangerous proposal. Governor Hochul must take immediate action to safeguard public health and stop Holtec’s scheme.'"

    #HudsonRiver #HudsonRiverValley #HudsonValley #Fukushima #NewYork #Japan #NoDumping #WaterIsLife #StopTEPCO #NoNukes #TEPCOLies #HoltecLies

    Read more: foodandwaterwatch.org/2023/03/