2012-12-28 / Columnists

Boyle-ing Points

Now Boyleing Points
Commentary By Kevin Boyle

Now that I’m back as editor of this exalted institution I’ve got to flex and stretch so I can rightly use my rusty and long dormant superpowers. My first executive decision is to remove the hyphen from Boyleing Points. I’ve long declared my laziness and unreliability, removing a hyphen means less typing. With that obstacle removed, I should be able to get a bit more writing done. But then again, I’m nothing if not an excuse maker – if the hyphen removal doesn’t improve my productivity I’ll just blame it on Lew Simon. Take it easy you Lew lovers. I’m just going down memory lane for a minute. The Wave loves Lew, too.

** Don’t you love Rapid Repairs also known as Eventual Repair or Maybe We’ll Repair? From what I understand Rapid Repairs was put in charge of fixing the Rockaway Courthouse in 1985. And after that never got done, they took over building the Arverne YMCA in 1998. Let’s hope they’re not in charge of the boardwalk.

** I’ve said this before – sometimes I even remember when I’m repeating myself – the Sanitation Department should lead this year’s St. Pat’s Day Parade.

** Speaking of big green men, Sanitation, that is – I paid homage to them in last week’s Twas The Night Before Christmas poem. With The Wave not mailing issues and some newsstands still down I didn’t know if anyone would see it. Turns out, plenty of people saw it – thanks to Rockaway Emergency Plan, a Facebook community. The group posted it and people from around the world liked or shared it. (Hello, Sweden). Very cool. I probably should have listed Emergency in the poem because they’ve been an invaluable resource for people in this post-Sandy world – instead I used the word “vollies” to cover all volunteers (Rubicon, YANA, Rockaway Youth Task Force, and many others). Great thanks to all.

** The storm brought sights we thought we’d never see. Boardwalk blocks away from the beach; oil tanks on front lawns, cars on top of cars. One of the better ones I heard – a raccoon surfing down a beach block on a piece of driftwood the night of the storm. Gnarly. A raccoon in the green room. Stoked.

** I’ll tell you what the storm did to me. It robbed me of one of my pet expressions. No longer can I walk into my son’s room and say: This is an effin disaster. One look down my block in early November and I thought now this is an effin disaster. ** Someone sent me a Gingerbread House Cake and it came complete with a yellow sticker. I think it was leaking out the bottom as if it still needed to be pumped out. ** Good to see more and more businesses open. Especially those that offer something besides a manicure. Apparently, nail salons are like earthworms after a rainstorm. Obviously immune to flood waters, I think some of them were reopening as the tide started to recede on October 29.

** Happy New Year – may you have had your last flat tire

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