Today the towers are adorned with dozens of cables, whip antennas, pole antennas, circular antennas, parabolic dish antennas, four-bay antennas, repeaters, reflectors, and microwave and UHF transmitters. What is their purpose? No one knows– or at least no one is saying.
There’s a campaign to urge second-home owners to register Upstate in the hopes of increasing Democratic turnout. These are dark times, and there is much at stake nationally. But local politics are no less important. And it is ludicrous to suppose that the only way to build a solid platform for better representation in NY-19 is to import voters from more left-leaning areas to drown out the voices of full-time residents.
“In this day and age, foot traffic is down as more and more people take to banking online.”
Currently business-owners who display the sandwich boards only during business hours aren’t being cited. But really, the signs are always a violation of Woodstock’s zoning code.
Pension increases will mean an 11 percent tax increase. The election is Tuesday, December 12.
The resolution denounces but does not ban the flag, noting First Amendment rights. However, Superintendent Victoria McLaren said disciplinary action for its display might be taken on an “individual basis.”
Fionn Reilly’s new photo book, Kolkata/Calcutta will be celebrated at a December 9 afternoon book launch party at the Center for Photography at Woodstock. Author Tony Fletcher, who wrote the book’s introduction, will be interviewing his fellow Londoner.
Solane Verraine, the Phoenicia woman charged with helping her husband, Johnny Asia, commit suicide last November, has been offered a deal: plead guilty to second-degree manslaughter, with a sentence of 2-7 years in prison.
Robbie Dupree brings a whole new crop of ‘Friends’ with him when he takes the stage for the first time in two years in the area, at 8 p.m. Saturday, December 9 at the Falcon, in Marlboro, and then right at home in Woodstock, at 8 p.m. Sunday, December 10 at Colony, 22 Rock City Road.
I must have been nine, maybe ten, when four guys and an accordion destroyed Christmas carols for me forever.