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Time to load the truck ?

I've only resided in one state my entire life, The Empire State aka New York State. The reason is basically out of happenstance & inertia. I was born on Long Island and I had a great childhood in Farmingdale. & Melville. The island had lots to offer, open space, fantastic beaches, close proximity to NYC and all its culture & entertainment venues, and  lots of family & friends. I was fortunate to grow up on a farm, and at that time agriculture still was prevalent on LI. Then went to college in Rochester NY, Western NY. The first time I was west of the Catskills was on my college visit. College was good. I got a good job in Rochester after college, met a beautiful girl, married, bought a house, had two beautiful daughters..etc.  But, now I'm not in a career job. My daughters are married and far away.  It's true cost of living and taxes are high, winters can be harsh. I think it's time to scout more suitable places to reside as I enter the last third of my

It's not about the game....

It's about honoring and respecting those who supported you & got you to reach your goals in life. What a wonderful gesture by George, I can't think of a better honor. That young man will go far in life, as he recognizes at an early age that you never do it without those who sacrificed everyday for you. God Bless !  https://youtu.be/0WOzIQYS2nw

A walk down memory lane in Farmingdale

A Walk down Memory Lane October 11, 2010                                                                                                                      Farmingdale, NY     Tony Schmitt (the younger one) It was a beautiful fall night this past Friday, a perfect night for a high school football game under the lights.  Earlier that day I had checked the paper, and saw that Farmingdale High School was playing Oceanside. My father’s house is about a mile away from Farmingdale HS, so I decided to get some exercise and take a walk to the game. I had not been to a Farmingdale football game in over 35 years. Actually, the last high school game I saw on Long Island was in 1977, when my brother, Peter, was an All-Long Island lineman for the former Holy Family Diocesan High School in South Huntington.  I had gone only about two blocks when, I heard a load roar in the distance. The Dalers must have scored an early touchdown. As I continued the walk, I thought about the first time I had go