Andrea Boccelli sang "Amazing Grace" on Good Morning America today. It was a hanky box spot for sure. He is just beautiful and his voice is wonderful for these special hymns. "I was blind and now I see..." just set me bawling in front of my cat and coffee. I managed not to spill my coffee and luckily no one else caught the spectacle. I just couldn't pass it up, even if I would be late to go to school. I just felt enveloped by his warm tenor voice, the Christmas decorations, the whole holiday thing....
Wow, I just took a look at the calendar. Where does the time go?
Aside from the fact that I am a year older...and I feel a year older...But, hey that's not an excuse to stop perking along. If we were roasting coffee beans what kind would you be? (Just not that super expensive kind that is harvested from monkey dung...or whatever...geez, please.)
No, I think I would be Evergreen Mountain berries that think they grew from New England or New Zealand, or some place that coffee doesn't usually grow, because I am a non-conformist for sure. Picture a greenhouse stuffed with ripening coffee berries on the slopes of New England's Mt. Washington...and when the weather gets nippy, imagine being toasted...and then steeped into your by-the-fireplace brew.
I think this nonsense is coming out of a campus-rat frazzled brain. I have a major exam tomorrow, a filming on Friday, and another presentation next week. Phew!
It is supposed to be time for holly and evergreens and I am pricked by exam schedules. I think even my teachers are burned out.
The December angst has not settled in yet and I still watch commercials thinking that "That one is nice." or "Maybe that would be great for my son-in-law." Come to think of it, there are only a handful of shopping days left before Christmas or the other celebrations in December.
I don't think I can handle anymore stress. If you have a computer you probably already shop online. Of course there are shipping costs and waiting for parcels to arrive. I found that calling stores before time to see if they carry an item does cut down on the randomness of the shopping experience. Sometimes, the stores just do not know what they have in stock and you waste a trip anyway.
I am trying not to get overly excited about this but the holidays are almost upon us.
If you know someone who is elderly or disabled, drop in on them or at least phone. Sometimes a cookie gift just might brighten up their day.
Years ago, my mom and two daughters used to get together two weekends before Christmas and bake cookies. Through the years, when grandchildren arrived, they were also included. We have some wonderful photos of the kids helping decorate the sugar and spritz cookies.
When my mother declined to the level of nursing home care, we still kept her supplied with homemade cookies. I brought in platefuls for the nurses and staff with tags that noted that my Mom and Santa had gotten togther in order to thank everyone for their friendship and caring.
If you know anyone who is hospitalized or in a nursing home this holiday season, I suggest that you drop in and pay them a visit. It is appreciated more than you know.
As senses deteriorate in an aging person, the ability to hear lasts longest. Melody and rythmn also stimulate the senses and make everyone feel so good. Try singing with some of these elderly folk and you will all have such a great time.
As the evergreen boughs come out and the ribbons unfurl, think about the end result and having family and friends home for the holidays. Ahhh. So much better this year.
Santa's elves rock.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
About Thanksgiving and Rivers and Woods
Thanksgiving. I just finished writing about the holiday and for the second time, watched my article vanish. Somewhere out there there is my neat story about the holiday. I am not sure if it is Google or the prompt that keeps asking me to try the "new page"(that is what happened the last time when I said I would try). It blipped out into the nether sphere.
Oh well.
I feel like Scrooge at Christmas time. My leg is propped up on a cushion and I am not driving to visit family. Bummer. My doctor wrapped it beautifully in an ace bandage and it felt better so I think I will follow his advice and chill.
I do miss family. I miss the connecting and conversation. Phone calls and facebook just are not the same. There is an odyssey quality to "over the river and through the woods". Sometimes we would put a log on the Franklin stove and sit back with peppermint cocoa and feel the holiday seep into our bones. Sitting in the living room, in a house set into the hemlocks and rocks with an address known as "Lime Kiln" or "Bear Cave Road", somehow says it all. It's about history and the journey.
One of the articles on TV today was about an octopus that had left his ocean lair for open air to look for lunch on land. I watched fascinated as he went to dinner "over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's House". I know many of us are also travelling this week in order to greet family and friends and share in this harvest tradition. I guess, looking at this octopus as he felt he had to seek broader hunting options, that we have something in common.
This is the time of year to be celebrating joy and family, of course. The media is full of the usual obligatory story line of giveaways and reunions. We keep tissues at the ready. But come on now, what about the shenanigans in Washington? Once again the Social Security program issue is up for grabs. I am not a Tea Party follower but we have to get a grip on our finances and it should not come at seniors' expense.
Senior centers feature donations of day old bread, damaged fruits and vegetables, foodstuffs that markets are not able to merchandise and there is a scramble as seniors pick over damaged goods to stretch limited pensions. Many seniors have a history that dates back to the Great Depression where salvage skills meant survival.
When Social Security was first designed, it coincided with the growth and lobbying of evolving corporations who were defensive of social oriented programs that might cut into their profits.
I am reminded of the woman who personally thanked President Roosevelt after Social Security was first implemented and she finally had eye glasses and coal for her furnace.
Today, our society is fractured, in most households both mothers and fathers work, and most families today are not able to care for the elderly. Social Security has become a lifeline.
The Protest Wall Street movement has spread all over the world as the basic needs for food and shelter have become global priorities. If we are not going to address these issues now, there is going to be a bigger catastrophy than global warming as social unrest floods our world.
I think back to Thanksgivings where we did celebrate harvest. That was the time when pigs became sausage, beef was canned, frozen or dried into jerky, vegetables were salted down or put in the root cellar to be enjoyed in the winter months. The jars of fruit and pickles were jewels in the basement as precious as a savings account. But now your Thanksgiving basket is likely to be store-bought bread, canned cranberry sauce, canned veggies, and the ubiquitous frozen turkey. That takes money and therefore becomes that perfect example of what has happened to our society.
With all the resources this country has, we should not let Congress lynch seniors on a limb of expediency while most of our country's resources are held by an elite one percent.
I am dedicating my comments today to my family and grandchildren, my friends, and especially to my mom and all those loved ones we lost this year.
Seniors rock.
Oh well.
I feel like Scrooge at Christmas time. My leg is propped up on a cushion and I am not driving to visit family. Bummer. My doctor wrapped it beautifully in an ace bandage and it felt better so I think I will follow his advice and chill.
I do miss family. I miss the connecting and conversation. Phone calls and facebook just are not the same. There is an odyssey quality to "over the river and through the woods". Sometimes we would put a log on the Franklin stove and sit back with peppermint cocoa and feel the holiday seep into our bones. Sitting in the living room, in a house set into the hemlocks and rocks with an address known as "Lime Kiln" or "Bear Cave Road", somehow says it all. It's about history and the journey.
One of the articles on TV today was about an octopus that had left his ocean lair for open air to look for lunch on land. I watched fascinated as he went to dinner "over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's House". I know many of us are also travelling this week in order to greet family and friends and share in this harvest tradition. I guess, looking at this octopus as he felt he had to seek broader hunting options, that we have something in common.
This is the time of year to be celebrating joy and family, of course. The media is full of the usual obligatory story line of giveaways and reunions. We keep tissues at the ready. But come on now, what about the shenanigans in Washington? Once again the Social Security program issue is up for grabs. I am not a Tea Party follower but we have to get a grip on our finances and it should not come at seniors' expense.
Senior centers feature donations of day old bread, damaged fruits and vegetables, foodstuffs that markets are not able to merchandise and there is a scramble as seniors pick over damaged goods to stretch limited pensions. Many seniors have a history that dates back to the Great Depression where salvage skills meant survival.
When Social Security was first designed, it coincided with the growth and lobbying of evolving corporations who were defensive of social oriented programs that might cut into their profits.
I am reminded of the woman who personally thanked President Roosevelt after Social Security was first implemented and she finally had eye glasses and coal for her furnace.
Today, our society is fractured, in most households both mothers and fathers work, and most families today are not able to care for the elderly. Social Security has become a lifeline.
The Protest Wall Street movement has spread all over the world as the basic needs for food and shelter have become global priorities. If we are not going to address these issues now, there is going to be a bigger catastrophy than global warming as social unrest floods our world.
I think back to Thanksgivings where we did celebrate harvest. That was the time when pigs became sausage, beef was canned, frozen or dried into jerky, vegetables were salted down or put in the root cellar to be enjoyed in the winter months. The jars of fruit and pickles were jewels in the basement as precious as a savings account. But now your Thanksgiving basket is likely to be store-bought bread, canned cranberry sauce, canned veggies, and the ubiquitous frozen turkey. That takes money and therefore becomes that perfect example of what has happened to our society.
With all the resources this country has, we should not let Congress lynch seniors on a limb of expediency while most of our country's resources are held by an elite one percent.
I am dedicating my comments today to my family and grandchildren, my friends, and especially to my mom and all those loved ones we lost this year.
Seniors rock.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Death Derivatives Must Be Stopped
In case you forgot: I told you so. Not just once but twice.
Derivatives are bad. Betting on bundles of stuff like life insurance policies and using retirement trust funds to do it is making retirees invest in interests that would profit by their deaths.
Keith Fitz-Gerald, the Chief Investment Strategist for Money Morning, in the October 12, 2011 edition, calls death derivatives the next global "black swan". He finally picked up on what I have been harping on for over 18 months.
Insurance companies should not be in the life and medical business. Life insurance policies that pay out when a person dies, have a liability for the insurance company at the time they have to pay the claim. They are required to keep reserves to pay claims and the longer a policy holder lives, the longer they have to keep money around and the less profit they make.
If an insured dies in an expected time, the company covers it. If it takes longer, that money is tied up until needed. Worse yet is that dropped policies can be rescued if someone invests (picks up premium payments) and plans on a return soon, ie a cancer patient or someone who statistically will not live past a certain point.
Banks pick up these policies, bundle them, make money on the transfer fees or speculating on possible return, so they add them to inventory.
The SEC asked one of these companies, Life Partners to describe how they managed to set a value on their product. Keep in mind that there is nothing tangible to back these bundles up other than the possibility that the insured will die sooner rather than later.
I think derivatives are gambling, a huge Ponzi scheme that will drag down the world economy, because there is nothing tangible to back them up.
See my posts of 5/14/11, 2/14/11 and the initial one about murder derivatives May 3, 2010.
And an afterthought, I imagine that some of the profits of these billions of unsecured dollars find their way to the bonuses of major bankers and enable their lavish life styles. This is not the way our Calvinest hard work ethics is supposed to work.
What ever happened to ethics? Shouldn't Wall Street's way of doing business reflect tangible things like selling a real product instead of gambling?
Maybe those Wall Street picketers are on to something.
Seniors rock.
Derivatives are bad. Betting on bundles of stuff like life insurance policies and using retirement trust funds to do it is making retirees invest in interests that would profit by their deaths.
Keith Fitz-Gerald, the Chief Investment Strategist for Money Morning, in the October 12, 2011 edition, calls death derivatives the next global "black swan". He finally picked up on what I have been harping on for over 18 months.
Insurance companies should not be in the life and medical business. Life insurance policies that pay out when a person dies, have a liability for the insurance company at the time they have to pay the claim. They are required to keep reserves to pay claims and the longer a policy holder lives, the longer they have to keep money around and the less profit they make.
If an insured dies in an expected time, the company covers it. If it takes longer, that money is tied up until needed. Worse yet is that dropped policies can be rescued if someone invests (picks up premium payments) and plans on a return soon, ie a cancer patient or someone who statistically will not live past a certain point.
Banks pick up these policies, bundle them, make money on the transfer fees or speculating on possible return, so they add them to inventory.
The SEC asked one of these companies, Life Partners to describe how they managed to set a value on their product. Keep in mind that there is nothing tangible to back these bundles up other than the possibility that the insured will die sooner rather than later.
I think derivatives are gambling, a huge Ponzi scheme that will drag down the world economy, because there is nothing tangible to back them up.
See my posts of 5/14/11, 2/14/11 and the initial one about murder derivatives May 3, 2010.
And an afterthought, I imagine that some of the profits of these billions of unsecured dollars find their way to the bonuses of major bankers and enable their lavish life styles. This is not the way our Calvinest hard work ethics is supposed to work.
What ever happened to ethics? Shouldn't Wall Street's way of doing business reflect tangible things like selling a real product instead of gambling?
Maybe those Wall Street picketers are on to something.
Seniors rock.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Is This the New Normal?
I am watching Sunday morning news reports while reading Google computer generated news items and, as the scramble of images fires up my brain, I wonder: Is the ugliness of today and media presentations the sign of a new "normal"?
President Obama is faced with another budget showdown on September 30 if our legislators cannot agree on another budget extension. That means another "a-ha!" moment for seniors who wonder if social security checks will be issued October 1.
And that is not the best part....
President Obama has trumpeted that the challenge facing our country is the choice of taxing our millionaires and billionaires...or making seniors pay more for Medicare. "Its simple math..." he says.
The issues going on behind the scenes break down to scaling back tax subsidies, letting Bush tax cuts expire, or making the investments tax a flat 15%. Presently, many wealthy investors manage to pay much less or even zero dollars as they take advantage of tax breaks and deductions. The Republican alternative is to cut back on seniors' Medicare and Social Security benefits while keeping billionaires tax structure status quo.
Has anyone heard about the protests in Wall Street this week? Protests so large that 80 people were brutally arrested in just one day? There seems to be a media blackout about volatility in the heart of our New York financial district. There are hundreds of protesters, living in the streets, until their point is made. We are covering the events in Syria and Arab countries more thoroughly than we are in New York City.
What is going on here? Do any of you remember the protests of the sixties? I do. I remember Kruschev pounding his shoe at the UN. We were huddled in the Student Center at Rutgers at the time and were sure that a bomb was going to be launched at any minute. I remember protests about the Vietnam war. Getting married and dropping out of school meant that my husband was deferred from being drafted in that ill devised entry which cost thousands of American lives. I remember Kent University and the Black Freedom movement, I remember Michael Luther King before he became charismatic Martin Luther King and the symbol of African American justice in America. I remember those protests and the media coverage that let the rest of the world understand their messages.
So how come there is no coverage about this protest in New York? This "Occupy Wall Street" protest is intended to bring attention to their desperation: "We are the 99 percent...getting kicked out of our homes...forced to choose between groceries...medical care...getting nothing while the other one percent is getting everything."
Some protesters have joined ranks as college graduates with hefty tuition bills, over a hundred thousand dollars, with no job opportunities in sight. Others have lost homes and find the tent city accommodations on the street to be their "normal".
Wall Street has become demonized, but more importantly, what was once viewed as an engine of our capitalist economy is now facing transparency, regulation, more bankruptcies, for a new reality. These 21st century protestors march for the same human basic needs as those in France and Russia a hundred years ago.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Lets hope this is not the new "Normal".
Seniors vote.
President Obama is faced with another budget showdown on September 30 if our legislators cannot agree on another budget extension. That means another "a-ha!" moment for seniors who wonder if social security checks will be issued October 1.
And that is not the best part....
President Obama has trumpeted that the challenge facing our country is the choice of taxing our millionaires and billionaires...or making seniors pay more for Medicare. "Its simple math..." he says.
The issues going on behind the scenes break down to scaling back tax subsidies, letting Bush tax cuts expire, or making the investments tax a flat 15%. Presently, many wealthy investors manage to pay much less or even zero dollars as they take advantage of tax breaks and deductions. The Republican alternative is to cut back on seniors' Medicare and Social Security benefits while keeping billionaires tax structure status quo.
Has anyone heard about the protests in Wall Street this week? Protests so large that 80 people were brutally arrested in just one day? There seems to be a media blackout about volatility in the heart of our New York financial district. There are hundreds of protesters, living in the streets, until their point is made. We are covering the events in Syria and Arab countries more thoroughly than we are in New York City.
What is going on here? Do any of you remember the protests of the sixties? I do. I remember Kruschev pounding his shoe at the UN. We were huddled in the Student Center at Rutgers at the time and were sure that a bomb was going to be launched at any minute. I remember protests about the Vietnam war. Getting married and dropping out of school meant that my husband was deferred from being drafted in that ill devised entry which cost thousands of American lives. I remember Kent University and the Black Freedom movement, I remember Michael Luther King before he became charismatic Martin Luther King and the symbol of African American justice in America. I remember those protests and the media coverage that let the rest of the world understand their messages.
So how come there is no coverage about this protest in New York? This "Occupy Wall Street" protest is intended to bring attention to their desperation: "We are the 99 percent...getting kicked out of our homes...forced to choose between groceries...medical care...getting nothing while the other one percent is getting everything."
Some protesters have joined ranks as college graduates with hefty tuition bills, over a hundred thousand dollars, with no job opportunities in sight. Others have lost homes and find the tent city accommodations on the street to be their "normal".
Wall Street has become demonized, but more importantly, what was once viewed as an engine of our capitalist economy is now facing transparency, regulation, more bankruptcies, for a new reality. These 21st century protestors march for the same human basic needs as those in France and Russia a hundred years ago.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Lets hope this is not the new "Normal".
Seniors vote.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Trenton Fog
That mist rolling in off the Delaware River has settled over Trenton's City Hall like that bluish black cloud that follows the actor in the ad. Instead of "feel-good" snake oil, Mayor Mack has got to take some hard medicine.
The latest police director is reported in the Trentonian to be considering a hike. Isn't there anyone in these four wards who is willing and qualified to take on the police department responsibilitiy?
The difference between a city Chief of Police and a Police Director is traditionally one of accountability. The Chief of Police is a rank of the Police Department. The Police Director is a civilian, who may be a former career police officer, but in a city with diversity issues is expected to interface between officers and civilians.
It seems to me that this city will not fill the shoes left by the dismissal of Irving Bradley, Jr. for a long, long, time. This is a position that requires brains and finess as well as a degree of integrity which should both reflect the mores of the administration and the pinnacle of police policy.
So how is it that Mayor Mack has such a hard time filling this job? He got more than he bargained for when Ernie Williams put his foot down. He has not been able to convince the DCA of the suitability of most of his potential hires. Why should we be surprised that this latest Police Director appointee is about to take a hike....
My sinking feelings are matched only by the hole in the boat that is Trenton.
I think that it is time to print more recall petitions. Getting signatures to recall this Mayor one of the last things we will be able to do without holding our noses.
Rock that boat!
Trenton rocks...
The latest police director is reported in the Trentonian to be considering a hike. Isn't there anyone in these four wards who is willing and qualified to take on the police department responsibilitiy?
The difference between a city Chief of Police and a Police Director is traditionally one of accountability. The Chief of Police is a rank of the Police Department. The Police Director is a civilian, who may be a former career police officer, but in a city with diversity issues is expected to interface between officers and civilians.
It seems to me that this city will not fill the shoes left by the dismissal of Irving Bradley, Jr. for a long, long, time. This is a position that requires brains and finess as well as a degree of integrity which should both reflect the mores of the administration and the pinnacle of police policy.
So how is it that Mayor Mack has such a hard time filling this job? He got more than he bargained for when Ernie Williams put his foot down. He has not been able to convince the DCA of the suitability of most of his potential hires. Why should we be surprised that this latest Police Director appointee is about to take a hike....
My sinking feelings are matched only by the hole in the boat that is Trenton.
I think that it is time to print more recall petitions. Getting signatures to recall this Mayor one of the last things we will be able to do without holding our noses.
Rock that boat!
Trenton rocks...
Friday, September 9, 2011
Grandparents Day is September 11
This Sunday, September 11, 2011, is the tenth anniversary of terrorist attacks against the United States. While we stop to remember those who died in the Twin Towers in New York, Flight 93, or the Pentagon, we should also stop to honor those who are still with us, our Grandparents.
Television coverage today showed the faces of children who lost their mothers and fathers in the dust and horror of those crumbling buildings. Their faces were full of hope and steadfast love in spite of their legacy.
In that horror, when a huge chunk was torn from a nation's heart, grandparents stepped up. It was both privilege and responsibility to insure that those children were given the support to become the people we see before us today.
The events of 9/11 resonated with all of us. After the dust settled and the thousands of lost lives were tallied, grandparents were there. Collectively we put our arms around the stricken, some of us rememembering World War II, some of us remembering the Korean Conflict, some of us remembering the War in Vietnam....
We held you in arms that had been emptied also from those wars...so we wept with you.
We know pain; we feel pain. May our children's children never again have to feel that boundless and unequaled pain from losing a beloved child... or grandchild, husband or lover in another wartime conflict. So grandparents were there.
Grandparents are unique and the Mercer County Freeholders agreed!
Many people are not aware of this, but Mercer County has created a special spot to meditate or picnic at closeby Mercer County Park. It has been dedicated as "Grandparents Grove" with beautiful picnic tables just off the marina area. There are lovely views and lots of activity. The tree colors at the lake are going to be changing to red and gold soon. so bring your camera.
Grandparents Day Quotes:
"No cowboy was ever faster on the draw than a grandparent pulling a baby picture out of a wallet." Author unknown...
A grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart." Author unknown...
"Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting." Author unknown.
This weekend, we should spend some time with our grandchildren, or even our own grandparents, and say "Thank you."
Grandparents are always there for their families and for the community.
Revere, Respect and Remember.
Grandparents rock!
Television coverage today showed the faces of children who lost their mothers and fathers in the dust and horror of those crumbling buildings. Their faces were full of hope and steadfast love in spite of their legacy.
In that horror, when a huge chunk was torn from a nation's heart, grandparents stepped up. It was both privilege and responsibility to insure that those children were given the support to become the people we see before us today.
The events of 9/11 resonated with all of us. After the dust settled and the thousands of lost lives were tallied, grandparents were there. Collectively we put our arms around the stricken, some of us rememembering World War II, some of us remembering the Korean Conflict, some of us remembering the War in Vietnam....
We held you in arms that had been emptied also from those wars...so we wept with you.
We know pain; we feel pain. May our children's children never again have to feel that boundless and unequaled pain from losing a beloved child... or grandchild, husband or lover in another wartime conflict. So grandparents were there.
Grandparents are unique and the Mercer County Freeholders agreed!
Many people are not aware of this, but Mercer County has created a special spot to meditate or picnic at closeby Mercer County Park. It has been dedicated as "Grandparents Grove" with beautiful picnic tables just off the marina area. There are lovely views and lots of activity. The tree colors at the lake are going to be changing to red and gold soon. so bring your camera.
Grandparents Day Quotes:
"No cowboy was ever faster on the draw than a grandparent pulling a baby picture out of a wallet." Author unknown...
A grandfather is someone with silver in his hair and gold in his heart." Author unknown...
"Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting." Author unknown.
This weekend, we should spend some time with our grandchildren, or even our own grandparents, and say "Thank you."
Grandparents are always there for their families and for the community.
Revere, Respect and Remember.
Grandparents rock!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Burglars Masquerade as Emergency Responders
This is a news flash from the Artfull Codger!
Ewing Township Police have confirmed that there is a team of burglars, pretending to be storm emergency electrical workers, who are preying on senior citizens.
Two Hispanic males presented at the victim's home communicating in Spanish over hand held phones. One was wearing a reflector vest and convinced the homeowner to check for storm damage in the back yard. When the homeowner realized the other male had remained in the house, she went back only to see the him running out of the home and over the fields. The first man then took off. Several items of jewelry and personal items were stolen.
We seniors are thankful for the help and rescue efforts of our electrical service providers as they attempt to bring customers back on line after Hurricane Irene.
However we must remain vigilant.
Do not let anyone into your home or on your property unless you have seen identification. These perpetrators are professional and believable and out to strip you of anything that can be disposed of quickly.
Keep your local police department hot line number at your phone. I cannot emphasize this too much. The local 9-1-1 line goes directly to the New Jersey State Police and you will lose time in a police emergency.
Keep 9-1-1 for medical emergencies like bleeding, breathing, and poisoning.
Be aware.
Be safe.
Seniors rock.
Ewing Township Police have confirmed that there is a team of burglars, pretending to be storm emergency electrical workers, who are preying on senior citizens.
Two Hispanic males presented at the victim's home communicating in Spanish over hand held phones. One was wearing a reflector vest and convinced the homeowner to check for storm damage in the back yard. When the homeowner realized the other male had remained in the house, she went back only to see the him running out of the home and over the fields. The first man then took off. Several items of jewelry and personal items were stolen.
We seniors are thankful for the help and rescue efforts of our electrical service providers as they attempt to bring customers back on line after Hurricane Irene.
However we must remain vigilant.
Do not let anyone into your home or on your property unless you have seen identification. These perpetrators are professional and believable and out to strip you of anything that can be disposed of quickly.
Keep your local police department hot line number at your phone. I cannot emphasize this too much. The local 9-1-1 line goes directly to the New Jersey State Police and you will lose time in a police emergency.
Keep 9-1-1 for medical emergencies like bleeding, breathing, and poisoning.
Be aware.
Be safe.
Seniors rock.
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