Archive for May, 2011

Thank you so much to the Veteran’s Commission for organizing this event again, as you do every year. Amsterdam is grateful for the work you do on behalf of the Veterans of our community year round – from the careful tending of our monuments to continuous advocacy on behalf of those that have served our country so well.

The globe has spun one more time around the sun and God has provided us another late-Spring day to gather together, as community and as family. The dogwood and azaleas are blooming, phlox dance amongst the tall grasses in the fields, the trees have greened with the hope of budding leaves, and the American flag drifts lightly with each haunting breeze. Note that the air is laden with a dense closeness in the atmosphere. It is heavy with tears for our loss. It is as if this saturated air bears the weight of our communal heart, because each name etched into a memorial wall or granite stone, each bed left unfilled, each boy or girl that was lost, and each heart that was broken is shared by us all as family. We are touched by each individual passing, because we are have sent our finest into battle and they will not return to taste the promise of our future.

This is a loss that passes down through time.

The Memorial Day tradition was started 145 years ago in Waterloo, NY, when residents gathered to mourn those that had died in the bloody conflict known as the Civil War. Then called Grave Decoration Day, the entire village was draped in evergreen and black streamers. Women wept inconsolably as marching veterans lead a procession of grief to each of the three village cemeteries. The intensity of that grief has lingered with the weathered gravestones, passes through time, and mingles with the terrible price we paid in World War I and World War II, in Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan. We continue to pay in lives today around the world. We must not forget this sacrifice. We must not forget those fallen or the suffering of their families. And we must mourn for our loss, for history has been changed by war, and though we have managed to go on, violence has silenced brave, unique and loving voices. Each individual loss splintered through families, neighborhoods, states and our nation. Generations have been irrevocably altered like the sides of mountains quarried for stone.

This is clearly illustrated by the story of Sgt. First Class Paul Ray Smith, who at age 33 died in a sudden storm of Iraqi fire while protecting his men. Sgt. Smith jumped on a .50-caliber machine gun mounted on an abandoned truck and fired at three Iraqi positions, while single-handedly providing cover so his outnumbered soldiers could escape. 100 men made it to safety. In a moment that was both heroic and horrific, Smith was shot in the neck and killed. Just hours before his death, he penned the following letter to his mother, “As I sit here getting ready to go to war once again, I realize that I have left some things left unsaid. I love you and I don’t want you to worry. …There are two ways to come home: stepping off the plane, and being carried off the plane. It doesn’t matter how I come home, because I am prepared to give all that I am, to insure that all my boys make it home.

The courage shown in that letter is at once unbearable and is all that his family, and we, must cling to. Though Sgt. Smith has been posthumously awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor, he will never walk his daughter down the aisle, or teach his son to shave, or hold a grandchild on his knee. And his family’s heart has broken.

This nation has lost hundreds of thousands of like souls through the ages and we must never forget that they gave everything so that we would live our lives to the fullest. We must never forget that these individuals, with lives to realize and loves that were timeless, died as soldiers fighting for the principles that make our country great… liberty, honor, valor, commitment, and selfless service to others.

I say to you again that we must remember that what we honor are not faceless names. These were the faithful husbands, sisters, nephews, fathers, sons, neighbors and friends, most barely out of school, barely kissed, that had gone off from so many different circumstances to meet a common end, all in service to us.

The enormity of our loss is too important to blithely pass by. Our city and country have lost more than we can know. What we have lost can never be regained… the glances, the gentle touches, smiles, children, comedy, commerce, creativity, ingenuity, determination and love.

Love, most of all.

We must understand this loss with the constricted heart of someone receiving first word that their boy will never return… the agony of a mother that will never hold her child again, a father that will not pass on the keys to the business or applaud at a graduation, a child that will not remember a parent’s laugh by the time they are ten. We must be breathless in our knowing. We must know the full weight of silence.

And yet, we must know gratitude. For God has granted us not only those that have given their lives for our peace and prosperity, but a community that honors our dead, and veterans that continue to dutifully care for the memories of our fallen heroes.

These veterans are the living embodiment of Amsterdam’s service to the defense of liberty and the nation, representatives who served in all the wars of living memory. They stand here, not just in their own right, but also for all those who cannot.

Among them you can read the depth and breath of Amsterdam’s contributions: in one case not only as father and son, but as a marine who served at the Battle of Saipan in World War II, and his son, the naval officer who served half a century later on the USS Saipan, named in honor of the valor and sacrifice of those who fought at Saipan, including Company G from the Armory. We will honor these men and others that had served so proudly by awarding them the Amsterdam Veteran Service Medal. To these veteran men and women, we owe our continued thanks and support.

Lastly, to those that proudly wear our uniform and honor our flag around the world today, we owe our praise and deepest appreciation. To those many fine soldiers, we all pray, come back to us safely in God’s hands.

And now, in our stillness and our reverie, during the arresting 24 notes of the bugle call of “Taps”, let us recall all that we have lost and all that we hold dear and gather closer as a community in our love, in our pain, and in our gratitude.



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Just wanted to show off the improved eastern entrance to the city. If you recall, this expanse of property where Main Street splits into RT5 had been swallowed up by overgrown bushes, unruly weeds and litter blown down the line. We cleared it off and planted bulbs, as well as young arborvitae to grow in front of the DPW equipment. There’s definitely more to be done, but this is greatly enhanced from previous years. We’ll keep on keepin’ on, step by step.

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Bridge Street Reconstruction materials have been dropped off and streets marked out for excavations. Neighbors will be seeing activity started in the next few days, with a completion date for construction in mid-July. FINALLY! This project has been on the books for close to ten years. Many of the materials featured in these photos will be invisible to the eye when this wraps up, as water and sewer lines, valves, catch basins and manholes are replaced. We’ll all enjoy the new lighting, curbs, sidewalks, benches and plantings. I’ll be posting new photos as the project progresses. We’ll have to have a party this summer to celebrate (TBA!).

Pre-construction meeting: City, State, Engineers & Contractor September, 2010

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Special thanks for Amsterdam’s fling go to Tony Vellano and Mike Capano, founders of our Professional Wrestling Hall of Fame. Beyond the success of our event, we extend our heartfelt gratitude for their commitment to their sport, their mission, this community and our shared future. Bravo!

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I wish I had better documented the crowds and activity of our Main Street Spring Fling, but there was too much to do and see. This is a smattering of the day’s events and friends. Again, thank you to everyone that made this such a hit for our city, especially Donna Dickerson, Karin Hetrick and Deb Baranello. They worked for months and did an outstanding job.

We’re building Amsterdam back, together.

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I welcome the opportunity to match my record point-for-point with the former, part-time mayor.

Having taken over from him immediately following his time in office, it has taken years to address administrative shortcomings he left behind, including:

• his lack of oversight or ability to progress capital projects; i.e. Bridge Street, Riverlink Park Phase II or Church Street;

• his failure to proactively address long-standing infrastructure problems involving deteriorating water lines, hydrants and valves;

• his disregard for goals established in our comprehensive plan:
– no attempt to improve our downtown, gateways, greenways or traffic patterns
– no plan for neighborhood engagement or revitalization; and

• his failure to discipline or address employee issues, such as overtime, poor performance or theft of time; and

• no attempt to improve our identity or image in the region. We didn’t even have a city website.

In fact, he eliminated the economic development department during these critically competitive economic times.

I ran because I saw the same old faces doing the same old thing and nothing changed. The former mayor had his chance to serve four years ago but was never in the office. There was no plan and there still isn’t. His time has past.

I’m quite proud of the 60-70 hours I put into this commitment and my record. Please see my State of the City Speech for my long list of accomplishments. Again, I’m willing to go down this list and compare performance.

Our City deserves better than the failed practices of the past. It demands the rapt attention I’ve given it and nothing less.

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The following photos show the start
of the dreaded blooms planted last fall.
After the winter we’d had, these small
brushstrokes of reds and yellow
are just that much more delectable.
God bless the Northeast.
Again, thank you to the many volunteers
that helped make this wildly extravagant
beautification effort possible.

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