“You mean, more than the ten press releases last month or the 15 public appearances?”
The columnist Reynolds.
“No, I mean like nationally. Big time. There’s this magazine called Governing. They give national awards. It goes all over the country.”
“Who wants all over the country? I can’t even get nominated for lieutenant governor.”
“Can’t hurt. How about the Patriot Project, the Sophie Finn conversion, the suicide app. The railroad.”
“The railroad?”
“Check that.”
“Hey, it’s worth a shot. Nobody knows if we don’t win, right?”
“Right. They only know what we tell them.”
“Be careful with the language, hear? No scatology.”
“What?”
Humbled as Hein says he is about winning the award, this thing is bound to have legs. Brace yourselves, voters, for next fall when we will be reminded again and again and again that our county executive is one of America’s most recognized leaders. Hopefully, by then, the Sophie Finn conversion will stop bleeding grant money and that more than a few homeless vets will be lodged at the county’s Patriot Project downtown. As for suicide apps, how does anybody measure that?
But let’s be positive. As a local, I’m glad to see our county executive getting some positive recognition, which of course reflects on all of us. Maybe people will get the idea Ulster is a pretty good place, move here, purchase homes, raise kids, start businesses, join a service club, run for school board and buy the local newspapers.
When I grow up, I want to be able to write like Hugh.
Reynolds has written what everyone has been whispering. Hein, the self nominated award recipient, acts as if he is some sort of special person. He is not. He is merely a charlatan in an executives clothing, a habitual deceiver and a narcissist of the highest order all rolled into one. A pathetic egoist without whom Ulster County would be better off.
No scatology, but this award’s still horses–t and as overextended as the big voice announcing it on WGHQ this past week.
If you want some facts about that office, let me know. They’re sad and not sweet, and no one knows it complete, except I. I never promised you a rose garden–much less a rosebush.