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Saturday
Dec142013

What's Cookin'? Smithtown - Local Foodie "Finds" For The Holiday

What’s Cookin’?  -  Smithtown

By Nancy Vallarella

Local Foodie Finds for the Holiday

Throughout the country, communities struggle with our current economy. When you make a local purchase it contributes to a chain reaction from that cash register right to your street. Studies have shown that for every $100 spent at a locally-owned business anywhere from 45 – 70% goes back to our community and our tax base. 

Sweet Lucille’s DessertLocal businesses invest in our community. They help sustain the community and contribute to local causes.  During this busy time of the year; buying local may even help you multitask. You have a much greater chance of bumping into a neighbor giving you the opportunity to catch up and wish them a Merry Christmas while squeezing in an errand or two. Shopping local is an opportunity to spend your time and money wisely.

Open just in time for your holiday wine buying is Whisper Vineyards located on Edgewood Road in Saint James. This is a product that is grown and sold locally making it an extra special quality gift.  Take the time to visit with Pascal Zugmeyer, Whisper’s Certified Sommelier in their beautiful new tasting room. Wine flights (tastings) are available as are other alcoholic and nonalcoholic beverages. If you are feeling a little peckish, cheese and charcuterie (smoked and cured meats) platters are also available.

In addition to Chardonnay, Merlot and Red Cape Blend ($24-$40/bottle); Rose and Pinot Grigio will be offered sometime over the next two weeks.  Other gift items:  Artist Karen Didion’s handcrafted wine and cork holders, tapenades, preserves, sauces, chillis, soups, cookies, chocolate bars and premade gift baskets.  For more information call Whisper Vineyards direct at 631-257-5222.

Another perfect gift for anyone who drinks or serves wine - Pampered Chef’s bottle opener ($34). It   comes with a foil cutter and storage pouch.  Orders can be made by shopping local resident/Pampered Chef Consultant, Tina Femia’s web site www.pamperedchef.biz/tinafemia .  Guaranteed holiday delivery if ordered before Dec. 17th. One of Tina’s customers recently sent me an e-mail regarding this product and declared, “No twisting or turning, just flip the handle over and the cork pulls right out!” – Sounds perfect for those who have been known to be cork removal challenged.

Looking to bring a sweet treat along on your holiday visit to friends and family? Visit Sweet Lucille’s Desserts first! They are located at 264 West Main Street, Smithtown. Their unique and delicious baked holiday treats will have everyone saying “WOW!”  Seasonal goodies include Raspberry Cheesecake Stuffed Cone with a buttercream frosting, Mint Chocolate Brownie Christmas Trees and Mini Cake and Mini Bite Chocolate Cakes with peppermint infused buttercream topped with candy cane pieces.

Another local business where the elves have been particularly busy is Elegant Eating, 739 Smithtown Bypass (Route 347), Smithtown. Stop by this culinary version of Santa’s workshop and browse the largest variety of handpicked and hand-wrapped gift baskets and bags filled with an assortment of mouthwatering gourmet treats.  Something for everyone wrapped and ready to go! Gift bags - $30 & up; gift baskets - $50 & up. Custom gift baskets and delivery service are also available. For holiday hours call  631-360-2211.

Thursday
Dec122013

Op Ed - Homeless Motels In Suffolk County

The Newly Poor, the Generational and The Out of State Residents by Maureen Rossi    

I have good news for anyone who cares about their fellow man – Suffolk County does not turn away anyone seeking emergency housing, they will find shelter for any individual who finds themselves without a home.   I have bad news for the taxpayers – people are flocking from other states to come to Suffolk County because of the outstanding services we provide.  Okay, outstanding may not be the best word to describe the circumstance of any homeless person but for the working poor who struggle day to day to pay their rent and feed their families, outstanding might describe the lives of some living in the Suffolk County motels.   Their rent is paid, their food is paid for, and their children receive school supplies, toys, books and clothing.  Under the McKinney Vento Act, their children must be bused to the schools of their choice.  They have an unfettered choice – the working poor do not. 

Long Islander’s are generous people – we love to assist those in need.  Although terribly middle-class for the last 49 years, I consider myself to be blessed beyond measure for so many reasons and was raised to be one of these people.  So it was natural for me to begin to give rides to the homeless women I encountered along Route 25 in the summer of 2012.  The women resided at a homeless motel on Route 25 and I would find them with their little ones at bus stops waiting to go east to Stop and Shop for groceries or west to Target for groceries and clothing.  In the summer of August warnings of severe weather rose out of the radio of my old Ford Explorer.  The sky was turning purple and the wind was gusting as I was pulled out of Stop and Shop to head back to my Kings Park home.  I saw a young black woman with two small children and a fold up stroller at the bus stop.  I rolled down the window and told her to get.   Her name was Mika, she had a beautiful dark complexion and cobalt blue eyes, I guessed she was in her early twenties.   Her babies were adorable – small toddlers a boy and a girl; I opened some cookies and doled them out to the seemingly hungry children.   The second Mika got in the truck the skies opened and although less than a mile, the ride to her motel was slow.  Mika and I shared small formalities, our names, the names of our children and we discussed the importance of education.  Mika was from North Carolina and had attended two years of college.   Brand new to the motel, I listened as she spoke excitedly about making fried chicken for her children that night.  She said they were not allowed to cook at the homeless motel but she had borrowed a skillet from another woman and couldn’t wait to make her children a proper meal.    I told her I made the best fried chicken she ever ate because I soaked my chicken in buttermilk overnight and I said I would bring her some.   As I dropped Mika and her children off in front of room 28, despite promises that I would be back, she later told me she thought she’d never see me again.  She was wrong.

I created one Facebook post that day sequestering second hand backpacks, school supplies, sneakers and clothes for the children at the motel.  Within three hours my porch was full of bags, much to my husband’s chagrin, every single day more and more bags would arrive and they began to include toys and books.  The women in Kings Park are the most generous women I have ever encountered in my life.  To this day I tear up when I think about the depths of their kindness.

As promised, I returned to visit Mika within a week.  As I began to unload the donations she and the other mothers trickled out of their small motel rooms.  A hot August day had the doors to their modest rooms open and I glanced inside those rooms and made a concerted effort not to stare.   I had a hard time digesting what I saw, at that time I could only describe it as abject poverty.  The women introduced themselves, I got a few hugs.  They were pretty cool – I asked them what they needed and took mental notes.  I told them I would be back but they probably thought they’d never see me again.  They were wrong.   I came back again and again every week for nine months sometimes just to visit with the women and see how they were doing.  I finally made Mika a large tray of fried chicken with my home-made buttermilk biscuits and potato salad.   She said it was better than hers and she shared it with the family that lent her the skillet when she first arrived.  There was a great deal of fairness and gratitude between the women at the motel.

I freely gave out my number to the women.  They would call me if a new family moved in and they didn’t have emergency food.  They called me when one of the girls was in labor and I brought her over to St. Catherine’s Hospital.  They called me with questions about parenting and schoolwork and how to talk to the school about problems their children were having.  There was Peaches and Mrs. T. and Terry and eventually Mika’s mother and sister came up from North Carolina as well.  I can’t remember all their names.   They were good women – they were enormously fair when it came to the donations – they would sometimes pass on donations saying they received last time and insist the new residents take some clothes.  After the first toy drop off, the children knew my truck and would come running when they saw me.  They would wrap their little arms around me and smother me with hugs and kisses.  Their mother’s had them call me Miss Maureen; sometimes I would bake cookies for them or bring them fresh fruit.    One pretty little white girl about three or four had dirty matted hair and her mother was always screaming at her.  Upon one delivery that mother got loud and all kinds of street with me (up in my face); she was politely taken off to the side away from the earshot of the children and told in no uncertain terms, with less than ladylike language that if she ever did it again, she would need the immediate assistance of a dentist.   I never saw her again.   When I returned the girls told me CPS came and took her little girl away because she was being abused.  That child’s precious little face haunts me to this day.

I learned a lot from the families at met at that motel.  I learned there is a new face in America; it is the face of the newly poor.  Several residents were born and raised middle class on Long Island because of various situations, they found themselves homeless.  I learned that Suffolk County has one of the best homeless programs and that many travel from other states to reap the benefits provided by our county.  I learned some homeless people are way better off than the working poor – one family at the motel had four, yes four smart phones.   Some of the families had laptops and expensive sneakers, one teen at the motel attended a Catholic high school.  I learned that for some the experience of living off of the government and other people is a generational experience, some residents at the hotel were third and fourth generation welfare recipients.   I tried not to judge to the best of my ability but when I saw some of the women giving birth to their sixth child (we had three that winter), I couldn’t help but bothered by the ignorance of bringing children into the world knowing full well you couldn’t care for them.  I learned that Suffolk County needs to provide so much more than housing for our homeless, the problem vast and complex.   My friend Mika went back down to the Carolinas with her children and resumed life with their father, a reputed gang member.    Mika is now serving time in prison for her involvement with the gang and is expecting twins.    

Maureen Ledden Rossi

Wednesday
Dec112013

Smithtown Dish - Small Bites Of Foodie News 12/11/13

Smithtown Dish – small bites of foodie news

By Nancy Vallarella

Nancy Vallarella & Chef Tom ColicchioBing Food and Drink App – (application not appetizer) for Windows 8.1 is a free foodie tool. It features a hands free mode that allows users to navigate with the wave of a hand making surface tablets a better kitchen companion over the ipad.  Other features include: meal planner, shopping list, extensive wine guide, instructional videos and recipes from world renowned chefs such as Tom Colicchio – Top Chef lead judge, spokesperson for the Bing Food and Drink App and a recent acquaintance!  Tom’s favorite feature is the ingredient search. Type the ingredients you have on hand and the Bing Food and Drink App will list recipes that feature those ingredients.

Jamie Oliver’s 15 Minute Meals is a new cooking show airing locally on CBS, Saturdays at 10:30a.m. This is one of the best cooking shows I have viewed in the last 20 years.  Just by the title alone he has Rachael Ray beat by 15 minutes and his accent is hands down, a ton sexier.  Fresh ingredients inspire refreshingly new dishes and will make you think, more please!  Here is to hoping that the new year will bring more episodes or the ability to binge watch past episodes on a cold winter morning.

Wednesday
Dec112013

News of Long Ago - "Evelyn Nesbit Becomes Mrs. Harry K. Thaw, The Biggest Mistake Of Evelyn Nesbit's Life"

News of Long Ago by Bradley Harris, Smithtown Historian

(I have been writing about Evelyn Nesbit and her involvement  with Stanford White and Harry Thaw.  Last week’s article dealt with the “two worst mistakes” that Evelyn made in her life – the fateful decision Evelyn made in the spring of 1903 to travel to Europe with Harry Thaw, and her decision in the spring of 1904 to let Harry Thaw back into her life following his brutal assault and rape of her while on that trip to Europe.  Evelyn made a third mistake when she agreed to marry Harry Thaw.)  

“Evelyn Nesbit becomes Mrs. Harry K. Thaw, the biggest mistake of Evelyn Nesbit’s life….”

Once Evelyn Nesbit agreed to a reconciliation with Harry Thaw, her fate was sealed since Harry was determined to get Evelyn to be his wife, and Harry always seemed to get what he wanted.  But Harry had a number of obstacles to overcome before that happened.   He first had to convince Evelyn to be his wife, and more importantly, Harry had to gain his mother’s consent to make Evelyn his bride.  Harry’s mother presented the biggest problem.

Mother Thaw knew about Evelyn’s affair with Stanford White because Harry had written to his mother from Paris, the day after Evelyn had confessed all to Harry.  Harry had told his mom about “the ‘pathetic events of poor Evelyn’s life which had culminated in her cruel defilement by Stanford White.’”  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, Riverhead Books, New York, 2008, p. 240.)  So Mrs. Thaw was aware of Evelyn’s past and she “resisted Harry’s pleas to marry Evelyn.”  She felt that if Harry married Evelyn, “it would be the ruination of the family name.”  She absolutely refused to consider the marriage until Harry managed to wear down her resolve over the Thanksgiving holiday of 1904.  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 241.) 

For that holiday, Harry travelled to the Thaw family mansion, Lyndhurst, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania .  Once there, Harry persistently and relentlessly badgered his mother about his desire to make Evelyn Nesbit his wife.  He sobbed in church, he withdrew into a depressed funk and threatened suicide, all the while sharing with his mom his efforts to get Evelyn to give up her life as a show girl to become his wife.  He eventually wore down his mother’s opposition and she “gave Harry her reluctant approval to pursue his fallen angel.”  But Mrs. Thaw made it abundantly clear that Evelyn would have to give up her life as a showgirl and would be expected to come live in the Thaw family home in Pittsburgh.  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 242.)  With his mother’s blessing, Harry returned to New York to actively woo the woman he loved.

Harry began a “campaign of penitent courtship; he sent gifts and the contents of an entire florist’s shop with notes indicating that he had changed and that he still wanted to marry her.”  But Harry’s lawyers had advised him to stay away from Evelyn until her eighteenth birthday, and he did so, impatiently waiting for her birthday to arrive on December 24, 1904. “The overwrought Harry waited like an excitable child for Christmas Eve,” and on the morning of December 24th, “Harry sent all sorts of gifts to Evelyn’s hotel,” including some miniature bonsai trees.  That evening, after Evelyn’s performance at the Madison Square Garden theatre was over, Harry and some friends called for her and took her to dinner at Rector’s to celebrate her 18th birthday.  Apparently in doing so, Harry thwarted Stanford White’s plan to help Evelyn celebrate her birthday at a Christmas Eve party in his tower apartment at Madison Square Garden and this fact led to further antagonism between the two men.  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 242-243.)

Throughout the winter and spring of 1905, Harry pursued Evelyn, avowing his love, swearing to her that he had become a changed man, and repeatedly assuring her that his “violent behavior had been the vile product of temporary insanity and would never, ever happen again.”  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 238.)  “Weakened by Thaw’s relentless pursuit of her, compounded by the fact that her options were severely limited, that the theater world under” Stanford White’s patronage had lost its luster, “and that Harry … professed to be madly in love with her (and only her), even though he knew ‘the Horrible Truth,’ Evelyn finally relented” and agreed to marry Harry Thaw.  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 254.)           

“On April 5, 1905, twenty-one year old Evelyn Nesbit married Harry K. Thaw in a private ceremony at the house of Reverend Dr. McEwan” in Pittsburgh.  “The only people in attendance were Mother Thaw; Josiah Copley Thaw, one of Harry’s brothers; and Frederick Perkins, the man who could claim to be perhaps Harry’s one and only genuine friend from the days of his youth.”  Evelyn “had asked that her mother be invited.  So, against Harry’s and his mother’s wishes, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Holman,” Evelyn’s mother and her new husband, attended the wedding.  “The young bride wore black (with touches of deep brown), the bridal outfit having been handpicked by Harry himself.”  Since Evelyn and Harry intended to leave immediately on their honeymoon, “it was more sensible for her to wear the travelling outfit,” but a black wedding dress turned out to be “an unhappy omen” for the young couple.  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 254-255.)

Following their honeymoon, Evelyn and Harry returned to Pittsburgh to live in the Thaw family mansion of “Lyndhurst.”  In the mansion, which looked more like a “Teutonic fortress” than “an English manor house,” the newly-weds occupied an entire wing, “maintaining separate bedrooms as was the custom for married couples of the time.”   Living with the Thaw family, who were devout Presbyterians, was not easy.  “Evelyn’s daily routine was always the same.  Lunch and dinner with the family in the main dining room, often minus Harry, who was inexplicably absent for both meals with increasing frequency.”  It must have been terribly difficult for Evelyn to be seated at a table constantly surrounded by the Thaw family members who “looked down their pug noses” at the former chorus girl who was now a member of their immediate family.  Mother Thaw squashed any discussion of Evelyn’s former career on stage and “demanded that” her past “should be forgotten.”  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, p. 256-257.)

“When Harry was at home,” he was “extremely patient and tactful” in dealing with Evelyn and his own siblings “and whenever possible, he even shielded her from oblique attacks on her character from other family members.”  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit, p. 256-257.) But when he wasn’t there, Evelyn must have been vulnerable to their sniping and keenly felt that she had been locked away in an asylum.  Her social life with the Thaws involved attending “insipid and uninspired parties, receptions, and ‘at homes,’ which generally ended by seven, with only the crumbs of crustless tasteless deviled ham sandwiches as a memory.”  After a year of socializing with the Thaws and being sequestered in the Thaw family mansion, Evelyn was “beyond the edge of boredom toward the catatonic.  Evelyn was becoming convinced that marriage to Harry Thaw had been a mistake.  “As each dulling day crusted over, the younger Mrs. Thaw (or Mrs. Harry, as she was referred to when at home) began to harden into resentment at the moldy holier-than- thou types she was forced into contact with nearly every day.”  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 260.) 

Harry too began to change and began to revert to behavior patterns he had exhibited before they were married.  He once again became fixated on Stanford White and “began an impressive campaign” to prove to all that Stanford White was “the blackest of sinners whose evil influence upon” young women “needed to be exposed.”  Harry became convinced that his efforts in this campaign led White to hire thugs who were out to “fix him.”  He began to carry “a revolver for his own protection.”  Harry’s family became aware of this when he spent one cloudless day “taking pot shot target practice” behind the “carriage house on the property.”  Harry was now an armed menace.   What made things worse for Evelyn was that “each night, he would come into her bed where he goaded and wheedled and bullied Evelyn into repeating the details of the day she first met White, of her modeling sessions, of her nakedness and horrible discovery that the Beast had violated her sanctity and girlhood.”  Harry “issued” an edict that Evelyn “could never speak White’s name again” and that she must refer to him as the Beast.  “Harry insisted that Evelyn dress in white, preferably in ermines or starched white shirtwaists  and skirts that made her look more like the innocent schoolgirl she had once been rather than a twenty-one- year-old despoiled former mistress turned repentant wife.”  And when Mother Thaw was not around “at breakfast, lunch or dinner,” Harry “interrogated Evelyn about her past.  He began waking her up in the middle of the night, sobbing himself into dry heaves and demanding from her details he thought he had forgotten, which she was ‘loath to give.’ The subject of Evelyn’s undoing was never ‘absent from his mind,’” and Evelyn began to fear for Harry’s sanity.  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., pp. 261-263.)

Then “in March of 1906, much to Evelyn’s delight, Harry announced that a trip to England was in the offing. “  Harry suggested that “he, Evelyn, and his mother sail together, and proceeded to make the preparations.”  A week later, Mother Thaw announced that “she would go ahead on a different ship” giving Harry and Evelyn some needed time to be together.   June 28th “was finally set” as the “date of departure” for their voyage to England and the young couple was looking forward to their European holiday.  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 266.) 

Evelyn and Harry decided to spend a few days in New York City before their departure.  “As they had numerous times before,” the Thaws decided “to go to dinner and a show” on the evening of June 25th, an “unseasonably hot day” that was cooling down into “a sultry June evening.”  Harry had suggested that they eat at Sherry’s a block from their hotel, and when Evelyn met up with him there, they were joined by Truxton Beale, a journalist, whom Harry had befriended.  Since Beale was “’not dressed’,” the trio “decided to go to another less formal restaurant,” the Café Martin.  There they were “seated in the main dining room, where they were joined at around eight o’clock by Tommy McCaleb,” an old family friend.  The diners were working their way through their main courses when Evelyn suddenly caught sight of Stanford White who had come to the same restaurant with his “nineteen-year-old son, Larry, and a friend of Larry’s, Leroy King, both of whom were in town for a visit from Harvard.” Fortunately, Harry whose back was to the entrance did not see Stanford White and his sons enter the restaurant and they were seated out of his sight on the restaurant’s terrace.  Somehow the Thaws and their guests finished their meal and departed the restaurant without confronting Stanford White and his sons.  Evelyn Nesbit felt a huge sense of relief that this had not happened, but then she asked Harry where they were going.  “Harry said he had procured tickets for the opening night of a new musical, Mamzelle Champagne.  The color drained from Evelyn’s cheeks.  She knew that this particular show was opening at the rooftop theater of Madison Square Garden,” the building that Stanford White had designed, and “she knew that, until that night, Harry had petulantly and defiantly refused to set foot in any building connected with White.”  She knew that Stanford White would be in attendance at this show sitting at the table that was “reserved for the creator of the Garden.”  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op.cit., p. 276-277.)   

“The foursome strolled the single block to the Garden, and Evelyn felt light-headed from the combination of heat, wine, and general nerves.  As they took the elevator to the rooftop, Evelyn asked Harry if he wanted to check his overcoat.  He said no, and smiled in the same disconcerting way he had the day they first met.”  It seemed strange that Harry wanted to keep his overcoat on the hot sultry evening, and Evelyn should have known that he was wearing it to conceal the revolver he had shoved into his belt.  When the elevator reached the rooftop theater, “the party was shown to a table about three quarters of the way back from the stage.”  There the party settled in to watch the musical, Mazelle Champagne, play out on the stage before them.  Evelyn was relieved to discover that the table reserved for Stanford White was “empty” and Stanny was nowhere in sight.  The show turned out to be a spectacular bore and “some of the patrons” who were drinking champagne took to “booing and hooting.”  Harry and his companions ordered champagne as well.  Then suddenly, Harry “left the table and was instantly hidden from Evelyn’s line of sight by one of the large, leafy plants” that were spaced throughout the theater.  When Harry came back to the table a few minutes later, Evelyn discovered that he had just gone off to say hello to James Clinch Smith who just happened to be sitting by himself at a table at the back of the theater.   Harry took “a few sips from his glass of champagne, then left again and disappeared just as quickly as before into the crowd.”  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 278-279.)  

Evelyn remained at the table listening to “McCaleb’s critique of the uninspiring performances and music,” and “she watched Harry fade into the glare of the stage lights” as he once again disappeared into the crowd.  “A little before eleven o’clock, with the show nearly over,” Stanford White  suddenly stepped out of the elevator and made his way to his reserved table where he “took his customary seat five rows from the stage” and “began to watch what was left of the performance.”  (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 279.)  At that point, “Harry abruptly reappeared at their table” and sat down.  He “began fidgeting in his chair.”  Suddenly he stood up and “perched over the table like a huge, distraught crow,” his attention seemingly riveted on the stage.  It was at that point that Evelyn “suggested in a somewhat faint and strained voice that they leave.”  As they all got up to go, Harry “helped Evelyn with her wrap” and “the four began walking toward the elevator.”  Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p.280.)

“It wasn’t until” Evelyn “was nearly inside the elevator” that she realized that “Harry had once again vanished” and doubled back into the theater.  He had worked his way to “within a few feet of the unsuspecting architect.”  Evelyn was frantically looking for Harry, standing on her tiptoes trying to look over the crowd around her, scanning the audience.  “Seconds later, a startlingly loud gunshot pierced the torpid night air.  The musicians faltered.  Evelyn recoiled and stared stricken in the direction of the sound.”  She knew immediately what had happened.  “Two more shots followed in searing rapid succession” and “Evelyn looked up at McCaleb” who was by her side and cried out:  “He shot him!” (Paula Uruburu, American Eve, op. cit., p. 281.)

Harry, standing over White’s body, “his own face deadly white, held the barrel of the gun over his head and let the unused shells fall with a brassy click to the floor” as he “shouted to terrified witnesses:  “I did it because he ruined my wife!  He had it coming to him.  He took advantage of the girl and then deserted her!” 

Tuesday
Dec102013

Op ED - D.A. Spota "A Frightening Trend Has Emerged..."

Suffolk County District Attorney Thomas Spota:

As District Attorney, I have aggressively prosecuted drunk and drug impaired drivers who kill and seriously injure other drivers, cyclists and pedestrians on our roads.

While much of my success is due to   the difficult and painstaking work of police investigators, crime lab analysts and the prosecutors who handle these cases in court, significant changes in state law have given us the tools we need to charge, convict and send these dangerous offenders to prison.

Unfortunately in the past year a frightening trend has emerged that presents an equally serious threat to our County. Drivers are fleeing the scenes of crashes in alarming numbers leaving vulnerable cyclists and pedestrians alone to die without medical intervention or assistance. This past weekend one innocent pedestrian was killed and another seriously injured sustaining fractures and internal injuries, by drivers who fled the scene of each crash.

Sadly, today it actually benefits a driver who may be drunk or impaired by drugs to leave the scene.  Why? Because a drunk or drug impaired driver who kills someone may face up to 25 years in prison.  Fleeing allows a driver to either sober up before they are apprehended or to argue they consumed alcohol after a crash. Under current law any driver who flees where there is no proof of driving while intoxicated faces a maximum prison sentence of only seven years even when someone dies. 

This profound encouragement to flee the scene must be eliminated.

Preston Mimms, a driver with a long history of alcohol abuse and two prior felony convictions for Robbery struck and killed a young woman and left the scene. When he was arrested, long after the crash, there was no evidence that he was intoxicated.  He was charged with Leaving the Scene of an Accident with a fatality and faced a maximum punishment of seven years in prison. What’s more, the sentencing Judge could not enhance his sentence because of his prior robbery convictions. 

If Mimms had stolen a package of Twinkies after breaking into a 7-11 he would be facing a much longer prison sentence, perhaps even a life sentence.  There is something wrong with a criminal justice system that punishes a defendant more harshly for stealing a package of Twinkies than for stealing a life. This is unacceptable and the law needs to be changed.

Our friends, neighbors, co- workers and family members going about their daily routine have been killed and seriously injured by drivers who have no concern but to avoid criminal liability for drunk or drugged driving.

I call upon our state legislators to immediately act to protect their constituents. The incentive for fleeing the scene of a crash must be removed so that drivers face the same penalty they would if they stayed at the scene and were intoxicated or impaired by drugs. The law must also be changed to allow judges to enhance a defendant’s sentence for fleeing the scene of a crash when they have a prior felony record.

Members of the New York State Legislature, I implore you to change the law now.  The fix is simple. It may save a life.