Monday, February 13, 2023
Partly cloudy. High 55 degrees.
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CB7 Joint Parks and Transportation Committees will discuss a deliverista charging station and rest stop proposal for 72nd and Broadway, plus a dangerous CPW interesection. Meeting is February 14, at 6:30pm on Zoom. Register here.
By Carol Tannenhauser
Crime stories are my favorite to write (they have a language and cadence all their own), but my least favorite to post.
Every time a crime report or tip arrives in my inbox I groan, because I know I’m going to bum out the neighborhood, just as I am bummed out. And it does seem like more crime stories are coming in these days. With each one, my first reaction is, I don’t have to post it, but I know I do — because it’s news, and because it sends a message to our readers: be smart, be safe; you’re not imagining it; we do seem to be going through a bit of a dicey phase these days, by no means limited to the Upper West Side.
I bring this up after a Saturday morning walk in Central Park with my dog Maggie, during off-leash hours. I preface it by saying it was a perfect winter day: bright sunshine with a definite chill in the air, but who cares in a sleeping-bag coat, neck gator, hat, Uggs, and fleece-lined mittens? I was toasty. I wanted to call my LA friends and yell, “I like the cold! I like winter!” But it was three hours earlier there.
My point is, there’s more to New York than crime and a housing shortage and migrants crowding an already-overcrowded homeless-shelter system and many more seemingly eternal problems. For one thing, there is Central Park — in the early morning — crowded with people and dogs and runners and friends, all appearing, at least, to be happy and getting along. I know it’s only a snapshot, like the one above, a moment in time. There are plenty of gloomy mornings with a gloomy me to match. But on days like Saturday, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Happy Belated Birthday, Abraham Lincoln, born on February 12, 1809. Lincoln was never awarded a federal holiday. Presidents Day — which was originally a second homage to George Washington — takes place on the third Monday of February, and in some states it’s used to honor Lincoln as well. If you want to congratulate Lincoln yourself, you can always find him standing on the steps of the New-York Historical Society at 77th Street and Central Park West, where he will graciously grant you a selfie.