Forgiven It was an impromptu, unexpected moment, but it was the perfect example of the Scriptural reading at today’s 9:30 mass at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church in Highlands.
The Gospel reading for the day focused on forgiveness, not seven times but 77 times. The Reverend Thomas Maliavarapu offered the mass and during the homily gave a stirring talk on forgiveness, citing various examples of how and why everyone should forgive any wrongs, large or small, done to them, in order to expect forgiveness of faults of their own.
With the mass crowded, with the monthly Knights of Columbus Breakfast ongoing in the adjacent OLPH school, the parking lot was crowded, with all spots taken.
At the end of Mass, Father, in thanking everyone for coming to mass and wishing everyone a happy day, noted there is a new sign at a parking spot saying “Pastor Parking Only” to ensure that the priest offering mass, and coming from St. Agnes generally after also offering an earlier mass there, would have a parking space. The spot was taken by the time Father Thomas arrived, so he asked that in the future, the sign be observed.
As he finished speaking, Courtney Grogran, the young mother of two youngsters often seen in the choice loft with her, called down to Father, “That’s my car, Father, I thought you were here already, I couldn’t find a spot and had to be here to play the organ. I’m sorry.!”
As the congregation laughed at Grogan’s open and very honest admission, Father immediately smiled, raised hand in blessing towards her and said, “You’re forgiven.”
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Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. 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Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen
Monmouth County Commissioners Director Tom Arnone highlighted the importance of education and remembrance at today’s annual memorial service for all those killed on 9/11 25 years ago, noting that all those who were alive at that time can never forget the horrors of the day.
Monmouth County Commissioners Director Tom Arnone
He shed a more positive observation after that, noting that camaraderie, friendship, help and unity came about among all Americans after the tragedy, all positive effects of the worse disaster to ever hit the nation. Still, he continued, “if we do not continue to educate all to what happened in Manhattan when the Twin Towers were destroyed by a hateful enemy, we will not honor those who gave their lives both then and later.”
To be certain all remember the importance of education, the Monmouth County Board of Commissioners, who plan and conduct the ceremony at Mount Mitchill every year, had Jessica Cappadona as guest speaker at the 8 a.m. ceremony.
Cappadona is not only a history teacher at MAST, the Marine Academy of Science and Technology, but also recalls herself as a teenager at Mater Dei High School when the planes hit the Twin Towers.
Standing before the crowd gathered for the Monmouth County annual memorial at Mount Mitchill, Cappadona continued. “Immediately after the first tower was struck, despite not yet knowing the full severity of the day, my teachers recognized the importance of keeping us, the students, informed.” “The lesson for the day was abandoned and the televisions were on,” she said. “My teachers, classmates and I watched horror as the second tower was hit; we stood together in stunned silence as the towers collapsed, wondering if our loved ones were okay.”
Then, with faculty at Mater Dei aware of many students who had family members who worked in Manhattan, Cappadonna recalled, “when my principal announced for anyone with family working in the World Trade Center to report to guidance, myself and half the school were standing outside the offices.” For Cappadonna, it was an uncle who worked in the South tower.
“That evening, my family went back and forth to the ferry terminal hoping to see my uncle’s face within the droves of studded dust covered survivors. We did not, we had feared the worst.”
Cappadonna’s own story had a happy ending. “Hours later we received a call, my uncle, was alive and back at his home in Perth Amboy.” She explained she tells her story in history class because, as Commissioner Arnone had said, “not only is a way for them to understand the day, but to see how historical events can impact you, even if you are just a kid.”
“Now, a quarter of a century later, ”she continued, “it isn’t a memory. It’s history. And like all history, it risks being misunderstood or overlooked, unless we make a deliberate effort to teach it with care and accuracy. Students are empathetic and curious, but 9/11 can feel distant when confined to a textbook or slide deck, “ she said.
“The magnitude of the day, the thousands of lives lost, the civic and global consequences … it’s a lot to process,” the teacher told the quiet crowd.
Cappadonna went on to explain that because of her own experience, every year she brings her history class from MAST to the 9/11 Memorial and Museum in Manhattan and knows each visit leaves a lasting impact on every student. “For my students, the history is personal and has deep roots in Monmouth County. My students leave the Museum with a stronger sense of civic responsibility, a deeper understanding of community, and an understanding of why we honor whose we lost on that day, and continue to lose as a result of that day.”
“Those of who remember 9/11 will always carry that day heavy in our hearts, “ she concluded. We understand way we say never forget … but now, 25 years later, we must ensure we are educating the future generations so that they understand why they must never forget, and help to carry our past forward.”
Congressman Chris Smith Photo Courtesy of Monmouth County Park System
It was Mast cadets who encircled the freeholders, Congressman Chris Smith, Assembly members and the crowd while the commissioners dedicated a Memory Tree for the quarter century observation, a growing piece of nature on Mount Mitchill to remind everyone to remember, educate, and never forget.
Seated in the crowd, among the many who had personal reasons for attending the annual ceremony, was the grandfather of one of the MAST cadets who participated in the ceremony. His daughter was among those who escaped death or serious injury 9/11 when she was employed at the World Trade Center. His pride in her taking part in a ceremony honoring those killed that day helped him erase, at least for a time, some of his fears that day 25 years go.
The MAST cadets were accompanied by their chief instructor Capt. Ross Geske USMC (ret) and Senior Chief Michael Vaccarella, USN (ret) for the event.
Atlantic Highlands Borough attorney Peg Schaeffer and Planning Bord Attorney Michael Seib will “corroborate” on what actions to take in the wake of a local resident alerting them the meeting in which the planners approved variances for Carton Brewery was non-compliant with state and local laws.
Borough Attorney Margurette “Peg” Schaffer
Resident Mark Fisher is recognized by the Mayor and Council as well as residents who attend, listen to or see Fisher’s email, as an alert and attentive resident who attends most meetings. He is also recognized as a resident who does extensive research before speaking, bringing notes and citing laws to substantiate the remarks or questions he brings up at meetings. He spoke at Tuesday’s meeting of the governing body, telling professionals and residents alike that by the borough’s own statutes, the last planning board meeting was illegal.
Fisher, who attended the Planning Board meeting the previous week, noted that the board appeared to be having difficulties with its ZOOM process prior to the meeting, and was aware it was not functioning. Chairman Jon McGoldrick announced the meeting would proceed as usual, receiving no objections from any of the board members or the attorney, Michael Steib and the meeting was opened.
During the meeting, with Steib and the attorney representing Carton Brewery, Dante Alfieri present, Jessica McLane, who routinely operates the Zoom equipment at some borough meetings, came in during testimony being presented at the meeting, appeared to be attempting to start ZOOM, and left without it becoming operational.
There was no pause in the meeting nor comments made about Ms. McLane’s efforts and actions during the public meeting and the meeting continued. However, McGoldrick never asked for any comments from anyone on Zoom, apparently recognizing the failure had not been remedied.
Neither attorney asked for any verification, nor did any planning board member question the continuation of the meeting.
The continued hearing for a number of variances sought by Carton Brewery was on the agenda, and new testimony given by the engineer who had conducted a traffic survey as requested by the planners at the previous meeting. There were a number of questions and comments on his new testimony as well as an opportunity for the public to be heard to speak on the project or question the traffic engineer.
The planners, over the objection of planning board member Martin Hawley, then voted to approve a number of variances for the Carton project and said they would be received by the Mayor and Council for action at its scheduled meeting on September 21.
At the September 9 meeting of the Mayor and Council, a resolution on Access Procedures was on the agenda to be approved, but was pulled from the consent agenda for further discussion.
During the public comment portion of the meeting, Fisher told the governing body the planning board meeting was non-compliant with local and state regulations, making the meeting and any actions taken at it non-compliant.
Fisher cited the legal advertisement in accordance with the law for the meetings, as well as the posting in an applicant’s legal notification for an application hearing at the meeting:He cited the notice that said “Please be advised that the Planning Board is now conducting its meetings in Hybrid format both in person and virtually”.
He also told the governing body the meeting without Zoom is in violation of the state OPRA, or Open Public Meetings Act.
“Conducting the meeting without having the Zoom app available for all members of the public wishing to listen and/or participate remotely in the proceeding, as advertised to ask questions, provide commentary and sworn testimony to the Planning Board appointees and the Borough’s and applicant’s professionals, is a violation of OPMA statute N.J.S.A. 10:4-15.a (2025), namely, violating the public’s statutory right to witness the proceedings.
Fisher said “The Council should ensure, on behalf of the residents, that decisions rendered without full public access at the September 3, 2026 Planning Board meeting be voided and the Board be instructed to conduct a compliant proceeding to administer the full September 3, 2026 PB Agenda items as soon as possible as a de novo remedy.”
That means, in order to meet the requirements of the laws Fisher cited, the planning board would have to conduct its last meeting once again in order for all residents to hear the new testimony given, and have an opportunity to be heard.
While the OPMA Act (OPMA) has no absolute statutory requirement for public bodies to livestream or provide remote access to meetings unless the meeting is entirely remote, courts have upheld the argument that there must be tract compliance regarding advertised meeting conditions.
However, New Jersey courts enforce a rule of strict compliance regarding advertised meeting conditions to avoid creating a OPMA notice violation.
If a public body advertises that a meeting will be held via Zoom or include remote access, and that access fails or is omitted without proper remedy, it constitutes an OPMA notice violation.
Fisher then continued to site the specific court decisions and laws that show the planning board meeting was non-compliant in that the applicant for variances, since it is included in the application process, did advise interested parties the meeting would be held on Zoom.
At this week’s Council meeting, Council also said its regularly meeting for Monday, September 21 will not be held, since it falls on Yom Kippur, a Jewish holiday. No date was set for when that meeting will be held.
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Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. 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Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had ch
At the annual 9/11 Memorial ceremony sponsored by the Monmouth County Parks System and the Monmouth County Board of Commissioners, this morning, several people who have attended numerous annual memorials at Mount Mitchill since they began 24 years ago, recalled that the late Freeholder/Commissioner Lillian G. Burry always read a poem at the ceremony, following the tolling of the bells for each of the significant times the morning of September 11, 2001.
Burry died August 28, 2025. Commissioner Tom Arnone headed the ceremony this year, with all Monmouth County Commissioner in attendance and participating in the moving ceremony.
But for those who miss Commissioner Burry’s poem:
the late Freeholder/Commissioner Lillian G. Burry
WE REMEMBER THEM
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
We Remember Them
In the flowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We Remember Them
In the opening of buds and in the warmth of summer,
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Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. 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Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen the site, and he and Orr had raised the tent to get her. Orr, who was a grinning pygmy with pilot’s wings and thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle, furnished all the knowledge, while Yossarian, who was taller, stronger, broader, and faster, did most of the work. Just the two of them lived there, although the tent was big enough for six. When summer came, Orr rolled up the side flaps to allow a breeze that never blew to flush away the air baking inside.The tent he lived in stood right smack up against the wall of the shallow, dull-colored forest separating his own squadron from Dunbar’ s. Immediately alongside was the abandoned railroad ditch that carried the pipe that carried the aviation gasoline down to the fuel trucks at the airfield. Thanks to Orr, his roommate, it was the most luxurious tent in the squadron. Each time Yossarian returned from one of his holidays in the hospital or rest leaves in Rome, he was surprised by some new comfort Orr had installed in his absence – running water, wood-burning fireplace, cement floor. Yossarian had chosen
There is no doubt the Middletown Police Department is on the job 24/7, not only offering excellent protection and security at a matter-of-fact part of their job, but also in the variety of services they attend to in the course of a day, week or month.
For instance, the detailed police activity report for August shows that during the month, the department responded to 4,881 calls, representing a variety of their services. They responded to 415 first aid calls along with the township’s volunteer departments, as well as responded to 97 burglar alarms and 132 fire calls. There were also 118 motor vehicle crashes in Middletown during August, as well as 84 arrests, with ten of them for outstanding bench warrants and 18 for domestic violence.
Of the total number of residents, 18 were of residents of Middletown, with the majority coming from out-of-town and from such diverse areas as Brooklyn, and Massachusetts in addition to several local municipalities in Monmouth County. Charges of those arrested ranged from driving under the influence and shoplifting to contempt of court and hindering and resisting arrest. There were some arrests for shoplifting, one for failure to register as a sex offender and failure to change of address and at least one for terroristic threats and harassment.
Next time you see a Middletown…or any town…police officer, thank him or her for your safety.
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Wreaths Across America (WAA) is inviting Americans across the country to take part in some manner in observance of the 25th anniversary of the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center.
The group, started by Morrill Worcester in Harrington, Maine as an act of gratitude had wreaths from his own wreath company placed on graves at Arlington National Cemetery for many years, and the response that created resulted in the founding of the nonprofit organization in 2007. His mission remains as he designated it, built on the adage to Remember, Honor, Teach.
At least six Maine residents lost their lives on 9/11, and many more lost their lives after signing up to serve in the nation’s military as a result of the attack.
Honoring 9/11, WAA is urging participation in any way to honor Remember, Honor Teach, adage, whether by joining a local flag-waving or sharing their own tribute using #FlagsAcrossTheCountry, creating a coast-to-coast display of unity that will be shared and livestreamed on WAA’s Facebook page. Participants will also take part in the National Anthem, Pledge of Allegiance, and sharing of stories, and are encouraged to pause together during four moments of silence marking the exact times the attacks unfolded — 8:46 a.m., 9:03 a.m., 9:37 a.m., and 10:03 a.m.
At Mount Mitchill, the highest point on the East Coast, where hundreds gathered 25 years ago shocked by the devastation they witnessed across the water in New York, Monmouth County comes together to pause, reflect and honor those whose lives were taken on that tragic day.
The Monmouth County Board of County Commissioners will host its annual September 11 Memorial Ceremony this Friday, September 11, at 8 a.m. at Mount Mitchill Scenic Overlook, 460 Ocean Boulevard, Atlantic Highlands.
The public is invited to join county officials, first responders, families and members of the community for this special ceremony of remembrance as we honor the victims of September 11 and ensure that their stories – and their memories – are never forgotten.
Wreaths Across American has highlighted why memories of devastating , sorrowful, or simply sad events have deep impacts especially on children. It was Worcester’s own memories as a 12-year-old that inspired his placing wreaths to remember, honor and teach,.
WAA grew out of his own desire to Remember Honor and Teach. The owner of a wreath company in Worcester, Maine, in 1992 found himself with a surplus of wreaths late in the holiday season. Rather than let them go to waste, he arranged to have them placed at Arlington National Cemetery. It was a place he had visited as a 12-year-old and never forgot. He wanted his own children to experience that same sense of gratitude and respect for those who served.
For nearly 15 years, the annual placement of wreaths remained a quiet family tradition. Everything changed in 2005, when a photograph of the snow-covered wreaths at Arlington went viral online. People from across the country began reaching out, asking how they could do the same for their own loved ones including elderly widows on fixed incomes who simply wanted to sponsor one wreath for a husband or child who had served. That response led to the founding of the nonprofit organization in 2007, with a yearlong mission built around three words: Remember, Honor, Teach. The organization was co-founded by Karen Worcester and her husband, Morrill Worcester. Karen remains a full-time volunteer and the organization is governed by a Board of Directors. Members of the Board and key staff are on the website: www.wreathsacrossamerica.org
Although best known for National Wreaths Across America Day each December, the organization’s mission is a year-round dedication, and includes coordinating wreath-laying ceremonies at Arlington National Cemetery and more than 5,600 participating locations nationwide and overseas, honoring living veterans and their families through programs and outreach; supporting active-duty service members, veterans, and Gold Star families throughout the year. Through the organization’s Group Sponsorship Program, more than $32 million has been given back to other nonprofits and veteran service organizations since 2007.
WAA’s dedication to education is proven in its developing curriculum and educational materials for schools, including partnerships with organizations like the Library of Congress and the Congressional Medal of Honor Society, aimed at teaching children about service, sacrifice, and the cost of freedom. For outreach and growth, WAA works with new communities, schools, and veteran service organizations to expand participation. Last year more than 700 new locations joined the mission.
WAA also has captured and preserved oral histories and personal stories from service members and Gold Star families, so they aren’t lost to time, and shares them through Wreaths Across America Radio and other channels.
As a result of their efforts, WAA cites the number of communities who have taken ownership of remembering their local veterans, and the many children who, as a result, better understand what that sacrifice actually costs. Wreaths Across America does not operate on a traditional “membership” model; there is no cap on participation and no formal enrollment required to take part. Instead, involvement happens in a few different ways:
Volunteers: On average, more than two million people participate in some volunteer capacity each year through wreath-laying ceremonies and local events, roughly a third of whom are children. More than 5,600 cemeteries and locations across all 50 states, Puerto Rico, and select overseas sites now take part, with new locations able to apply to join the network at any time ; there were over 700 new locations added last year alone.
Sponsors: Individuals can make a $17 sponsorship which includes the placement of a live, balsam veteran’s wreath, support of the year-round mission, and if sponsorship is made through a registered group, $5 either goes back to support a local nonprofit and veteran service organization, or $5 goes towards an additional wreath. Local groups and coordinators, including many in Monmouth County, have registered to lead a local ceremony or fundraising effort.
Anyone can get involved as a volunteer, sponsor, or by registering a new location through wreathsacrossamerica.org.
The 9th Annual Brew by the Bay, originally scheduled for Saturday, September 12, has been rescheduled to Saturday, September 26, from noon to 5:00 PM at The Seafarer, 1 Atlantic Street in Highlands.
The Highlands Business Partnership and The Seafarer look forward to welcoming guests on the new date for an afternoon of New Jersey craft beer, food, music, fire pits and spectacular waterfront views overlooking Sandy Hook Bay and the New York City skyline.
Brew by the Bay brings together a great lineup of New Jersey breweries, including Carton Brewing, Skinny Flowers Brewing, Twin Lights Brewing, Wild Air Brewing, Erratic Fermentations, Last Wave Brewing, Toms River Brewing and Yale Terrace Brewery, to name a few. Each participating brewery will offer two different beer selections, giving guests plenty of opportunities to discover a new favorite.
Tickets are $45 and include eight 4-ounce craft beer tastings plus one full pint of your favorite featured beer. Additional tastings will be available for $3 each at the event.
Between tastings, guests can relax around the fire pits, enjoy the music and take in the views from The Seafarer’s waterfront pier. Fresh on the Bay, Farm to Table will also be serving delicious food available for purchase throughout the afternoon.
With September offering some of the best days of local summer at the Jersey Shore, the new date gives everyone another opportunity to gather by the bay and enjoy a laid-back afternoon of local craft beer, great food and waterfront scenery in Highlands.
All tickets previously purchased for September 12 will be honored on the new September 26 date. Tickets for the rescheduled event remain available, and advance purchase is recommended.
For tickets and additional information, visit highlandsnj.com or call (732) 291-4713. Highlands Business Partnership, Inc. 140 BAY AVE. HIGHLANDS, NEW JERSEY 07732
Or call 732-291-4713 , fax at: 732-872-1031 or EMAIL: HBP@HIGHLANDSNJ.COM
Brew by the Bay is presented by the Highlands Business Partnership, a registered 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization, with the generous support of Monmouth County Tourism, Montecalvo/Bayshore Family of Companies, Bahrs Landing, Farmacie by the French Market, Dovetail Vintage Rentals, Hufnagel Tree Service, In the Garden, Off the Hook, Proving Ground, Seafarer, Sandbox at Seastreak, Valley Bank, Bridge Marina, Gateway Marina, The Honorable Plant, and WRAT 95.9.
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It’s difficult to face, hard to believe, but when you put it all together there does not seem to be any other explanation.
The powers that be in Atlantic Highlands simply don’t care whether the residents, taxpayers, or anybody else either knows what they’re doing, or even gets the chance to share their own opinion before action is taken.
The latest example of this slap in the face to taxpayers and residents was the almost unanimous approval of a series of not even sure how many variances to enable Carton Brewery to add other uses and violate borough ordinances for property that lies on the main street between the borough’s elementary school and its borough hall.
Planning Board Member Martin Hawley
It was the second night of a hearing on Carton Brewery; a handful of people were at the meeting. There was every indication that once the testimony was complete, the planners would make the decision on whether Carton Brewery could break several borough ordinances with their permission. There seemed little doubt they would . And they did. One one planning board member, Martin Hawley, voted against approvals to break the law.
Similar to all meetings for the Mayor and Council and the Planning Board….but not the Harbor Commission … the meeting was advertised to be available on ZOOM.
At the beginning of the meeting, when it was realized for whatever reason, ZOOM was malfunctioning and those relying on it at home could neither hear nor be heard at the meeting, the Chairman announced the meeting would proceed as usual. The attorney sitting beside him did not question the decision, nor did he say it was a violation of either the legal announcement of the meeting or any other laws depriving the right of the public to be heard.
They just don’t care.
Those who relied on the legal announcement of a meeting with ZOOM and opted to attend in that manner, never got to attend the meeting. Nor did they get the opportunity to speak during any of the public sessions at the meeting.
They just don’t care.
After discussion on the couple of brief driving surveys presented that night, the attorney hastily put together a series of stipulations Carton Brewery, the applicant, had to complete in order to get the variances it was seeking. A resident present at the meeting wanted to question, or comment on the resolution before it was voted on by the planners. The lawyer told him he couldn’t.
They just don’t care.
There were residents at home armed with a series of questions they wanted answered; they never got the chance.
They just don’t care.
It isn’t that this is the first time. The Harbor Commission, in spite of spending millions of dollars doesn’t even ZOOM its meetings. If you can’t make it to Borough Hall on a Tuesday night, you simply don’t get to say anything on harbor decisions.
They just don’t care.
Earlier this month, the borough attorney and the administrator both sent letters to one resident and offered a deal to her for keeping the public steps … owned by the borough…open. There is no indication they gave that same privilege to anyone else in town.
They just don’t care.
Last year, the zoning officer granted approval to a non-profit organization to lease a closed parochial school for use as a day center for autistic adults, ruling it is the same use as an elementary school and no variance would be needed.
They jut don’t care.
Five years ago, they began negotiating on a formal complaint to the State when a handicapped person filed the action because she could not drive at night and there was no public transportation to enable her to do so. That lawsuit has yet to be settled.
They just don’t care.
The Planning Board has proven it simply doesn’t care about the impact on residents because all the laws they approve to be broken. The board is comprised of brilliant minds, men and women who ask tough questions, get answers, work hard, then make decisions on how the applicant can break the law and get what he wants.
It seems the planning board has lost sight of what it is supposed to be doing. Instead of following the Master Plan, it appears it goes out of its way to ensure the applicant submits a proposal they can approve more easily, making the applicant look good for altering original plans and conforming at least a little bit better with what the borough Master Plan really says.
By their own calculations, in the years between 2022 and last year, the planning board received 72 applications to break the law. They granted 79 per cent of them. They did not deny any of the 31 of those applications submitted in the past two years. There were nine applications dismissed or withdrawn by the application without any action, most likely, the planners think, because of the “ applicant perception that the Planning Board would not approve the application and wanted to avoid negative votes and application of principles…”
There are extenuating circumstances when for the good of the residents, perhaps the law is wrong and should be changed. It took one woman a few thousand dollars to get a generator installed on her property simply because she lives on a corner lot before that was accomplished.
Yet the planners gave a bunch of variances to a newcomer in town; he had purchased the firemen’s field house lot purely and simply to make money. The planning board did notice. They easily gave him all the necessary approvals to build not simply two houses on the lot, but three, each with four living levels, and all selling for more than a million dollars across the street from considerably smaller homes.
They just don’t care.
This week, as they granted approvals for even more variances, the planners even praised Carton Brewing for it plans to renovate the front of the Brewing building. One of the variances allows for it to be more esthetic and blend in better with the neighborhood. Yet it was the planning board in the first place who had given its approval to the windowless concrete building on the main street in. They could have stipulated more attractive building way back then. But they did not.
They just don’t care.
They just don’t care. They just don’t care. They just don’t care.
An impassioned request for five Parking spaces at the Yacht Harbor was made by long-time Party Boat Captain Hal Hagaman and received with equal intensity and understanding by Harbor Commission Chairman Tom Wall.
And while the Chairman could not accommodate the request immediately, he assured Captain Hagaman of the Sea Tiger 2, that he was aware of the problem and would have a solution for him as soon as possible.
Hagaman was not seeking the five parking spaces for himself, but rather one for each of the party boat captains who lease space from the Harbor at Pier One.
The long-time tenant spoke at the harbor Commission meeting this week requesting that at least five spaces be reserved for the businesses who pay rent for their docking privileges but are frustrated regularly on weekday mornings by the absence of available parking places.
Captain Hal Hagaman
Hagaman, who has been working out of the Harbor for more than half a century, starting as a teenager cleaning the charter boat Oasis, said he was denied the right to post cones to block off parking spaces to ensure he and the other four boat captains could operate their businesses in a timely manner when they arrive weekend mornings.
Harbor Manager Lou Fligor explained he banned any cones on parking spaces, because others were doing it as well and the situation was out-of-hand so he banned all cones. Hagaman argued that Sea Streak customers park their vehicles in the lot for closer proximity to the boats for their commutes. Boat owners routinely leave their vehicles in the parking lot overnights when away on their boats for overnight or several night trips. He also pointed out overnight parking is not enforced nor does it cost to park in the harbor, an open invitation for others to park there as well.
Wall sympathized with Hagaman, thanked him for bringing the matter to the attention of the Harbor Commission and noted he understood his frustration and inability to be ensured he could have at least one parking space. He assured the fisherman he would do something about it.
Hagaman said after the meeting he did not think it fair to ask for a parking space for himself without also seeking at least that much for each of the other four head boat captains. He said he limited his request to a single spot for each “because I think that’s a reasonable request.” Those coming to use the boats have additional time and could park further away but preparations for the boats and trips should at least be considered by the Commission.
Hagaman also noted times have certainly changed since he first responded to a request from the Oasis to help out on the boat as he was walking in the harbor one day as a kid. It was his introduction to a lifetime of fishing and leading others to fishing grounds, he said, tracing his history from the Oasis charter boat, to a second larger one, to his going to college and earning a degree in marine environment studies, to his purchasing the Oasis.
He later purchased a boat in Belmar, a head boat he named the Sea Tiger, and in 2004 purchased the Sea Tiger II, the 65-foot craft he operates at Pier 1 for both half day and full day trips seven days a week. He also employs three crew members who have been with him several years. Hagaman also remembers when there were nine head boats in the harbor, but high costs, changes in fishing regulations, and other circumstances have reduced the boats to the current five.
Wall said after the meeting he has several ideas in mind and will brooch them with the Harbor Commission for action as swiftly as possible. He said he recognized the frustration of the boat captains, and recognized and appreciated their value to the harbor, to local resident, and to visitors drawn to the harbor because of the fishing boats. Wall said he feels confident the commission can up with a solution to the problem shortly and will keep Hagaman advised.
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Mystery The Harbor Commission unanimously approved a two year lease for the former Shore Casino restaurant at its meeting last night, but conceded it did not yet know the corporate name of the new tenant.
Following an executive session, Harbor Commissioner James Krauss made the recommendation that a two year lease be approved by the commission and sent to the Mayor and Council with their recommendation for approval. The business would be a restaurant and catering facility similar to the Shore Casino of the past half century, and the corporate name under which the lease will be made will be made known at the September 21 Council meeting, when the governing body is expected to act on the board’s recommendation.
The lease, at $20,000 a month will begin October 2 for the two year period.
Krauss, who is chairman of the Harbor Commission’s lease committee,, said after the meeting he is most pleased with the lease and the agreement and is hopeful the new business venture will be highly successful and the lease would be renewed at the end of this first lease period.
In the meantime, the Commission also approved leasing the Casino space to Netflix along with the tennis courts of two days, Thursday and Friday, at a total fee of $6500.
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