The Northwestern Medical Center (NMC) Board of Directors is pleased to announce that Wesley W. Oswald has accepted the position of Interim Chief Executive Officer. Oswald is temporarily filling the position vacated by long-time NMC CEO Peter Hofstetter, who has accepted the CEO position at Holy Cross Hospital in Taos, New Mexico. Oswald has over 42 years experience in hospital administration. Long-time community members may remember Oswald from his 5-year tenure as the Chief Executive Officer at Northwestern Medical Center in the mid 80s. As a retired CEO, Oswald retired from full-time permanent work in 2002, and has spent the past seven years serving in multiple interim positions throughout the country. He will join NMC s Leadership Team on June 1st. We are pleased to welcome Wes back to Vermont to help us in the interim, said John Casavant, President of the NMC Board of Directors. His professional experience and his familiarity with our community will make for a smooth transition. Our Board and Medical Staff are working closely with QHR on a national CEO search, said Casavant. Early indications of interest in the position are very strong and we expect to have our new permanent CEO in place by the Fall. QHR provides NMC with management and consulting services to NMC and about 200 other hospitals nationally. Joining Casavant on the CEO Search Committee are Board Members Judy Ashley- McLaughlin, Greg Mruk, and Paul Clark, as well as physicians Dr. Stephen Payne, Dr. Lowrey Sullivan, and Dr. Audrey von Lepel.
The Long Way Back, By Jackson BuchmanHave you ever been lost in the woods? Sometimes it can take a while before you know you’re really lost. Then panic sets in when you can’t find the way out on your own.Many years ago, I was lost—not in the woods but in my own mind. I struggled with feelings of rejection and an inability to like myself. I made some bad decisions. Then, shortly after my 19th birthday, I found myself running through the woods. I wasn’t running for good health or recreation or participating in some outdoor activity. I was running for my life and scared out of my mind. Several jurisdictions of law enforcement were chasing me, including armed men, dogs, and a helicopter.I had been the subject of a sting operation in which I was set up selling guns to undercover police officers, and momentarily, I had slipped through their grasp. I remember that night clearly. After running for a long time, I had to stop for a minute and catch my breath. I remember bending over and putting my hands on my knees, looking around the woods and thinking, “What am I doing? How did I screw my life up so horribly?” I was scared. The darkness that surrounded those woods couldn’t compare to the darkness I felt inside.Yet that moment in those woods was also the first moment of clarity I had in some time. I finally saw how out of control my life had become. Law enforcement closed in on me, and I realized that this was the end of my life as I knew it. There was no looking forward to a picnic, a visit with my family, a date with a pretty girl. There was no tomorrow.The courts sentenced me to 13 years in prison, and I spent a portion of that in a maximum security facility. While there, I met men who would never see freedom. My own cellmate had 800 years for multiple counts of murder. When you spend time in prison, it’s not uncommon to re-live every day of freedom you can remember. Often my mind returned to simpler days of camping as a young boy and exploring the woods with friends and family. I longed for the peacefulness of the outdoors. Sometimes, when allowed to go outside for recreation, I would close my eyes and imagine myself walking through the woods. I could smell the pine, hear the wind in the trees, and feel the freedom of the wild woods.If I am honest, I really grew up in prison. The lessons I learned while serving my sentence are invaluable to me today: Don’t take my freedom for granted. The world doesn’t owe me anything. And there must be a God because there is no other explanation as to why I’m still alive.On a cold snowy day in January, I was released from prison after six long years. Snow was falling as I rode toward home outside of Richmond, Va. As .flakes fell over the city, everything looked new and clean. I had so many feelings going through my head. I was frightened that I couldn’t make it in this world. Part of me felt like I didn’t belong out here. But I was relieved to finally be out of prison. My expectations weren’t high; I simply didn’t want to return to prison, and I certainly didn’t want to get lost again.The first year out was difficult. It was a struggle to overcome a prison mentality. Fortunately, in that first year, I met the woman who would become my wife. Several years later we had a son.It’s been many years since that night in the woods, but those memories keep me from ever getting lost in my life like that. I’ve spent many years volunteering to help others who are lost, worked at a local rescue mission, and went back to school to get a master’s degree.When I finally returned to the woods—without being chased this time—I was hiking a trail at Pocahontas State Park. The memories of standing in the prison yard imagining the forest returned. Just as I had done so many times in prison, I closed my eyes and smelled the pine, listened to the wind in the trees, and felt tears rolling down my face as the sense of freedom overwhelmed me.These days, I spend much of my free time camping, hiking, and fishing in the Jefferson and George Washington National Forest. About ten years ago I took up fly fishing and have become very passionate about the sport. However, the outdoors is more than a sporting excursion. For me, it’s spiritual. In difficult times, it is a place to connect with myself and with God. I usually leave the woods with a clearer vision of life than when I entered.Whether I’m wading in a trout stream or hiking to a summit, there is this freedom I feel that I can’t experience anywhere else. It is therapeutic. It has helped me heal. It has shown me the way home.
The Overall RecordA close friend once told me, “If you don’t fail at something at least once, then you haven’t set your goals high enough.” I realized that failure was a huge possibility in returning to the A.T. for the overall record. And I didn’t care.I hated the idea of not trying far more than the thought of not succeeding. I had finished my last A.T. hike with gas left in the tank, and no matter where my hike ended in 2011, I promised myself that I would leave the trail empty, unable to take another step. I wanted to know what it felt like to give 100 percent.One day on a record attempt feels like an eternity. I told myself that the first two weeks of the trip would be the most painful fourteen days of my life. I was right.The first four days of the trip were extremely difficult. My body was trying to cope with all the dull aches and sharp pains that come at the beginning. The bottom of my feet stung with each step, but I expected this. I knew that if I could work through it, I would then develop the desired numbness below my ankles that would last for the rest of the hike.Despite the initial pain, I loved being back on the A.T. The path felt familiar, and each day I looked forward to the upcoming terrain. On the morning of the fourth day, I was able to do something that I had always wanted to do. I forded the Kennebec. The wide river has a canoe ferry to help hikers across the fast-moving torrents – and for good reason. But with the help of my good friend and 16-time A.T. veteran, Warren Doyle, I crossed the river on foot. The water was chest high and even though the endeavor demanded a high level of exertion, I experienced a burst of energy upon reaching the opposite shore. I was experiencing the trail in a new way and I loved it—until day five.That’s when I developed shin splints. I had never experienced shin splints before, and the pain was so intense that I was convinced I had stress fractures in both legs. Every step hurt. At times my legs would buckle beneath me, unable to support my weight. My hiking poles became crutches, and there were several times when I hiked down the trail sobbing and yelping because of the unbearable sensation in my lower legs. I knew that former record holders had worked through shin splints, and I decided that I would try to do the same, at least until I was forced to crawl.My shin splints stayed with me throughout the White Mountains, where I had two straight days of sleet and rain. I fell countless times on the slick rocks, and at one point I looked at my leg and discovered there was more blue and purple than tan. When I finally reached Vermont hoping that softer terrain would heal my legs, I contracted a violent illness that forced me off-trail and into the bushes every half-mile. My body had not adapted to the challenge. I thought I was done.I told Brew at the base of Mount Killington that I wanted to quit. Then Brew, my sympathetic, caring, reasonable husband who believed in a life lived with balance and hikes that included naps and meditation, told me that I had to keep going.I couldn’t believe my ears. I had expected Brew to coddle and comfort me, not to tell me to keep hiking. It was so contrary to his personality and demeanor that it made me realize how much he believed in me. Brew knew how much this opportunity meant to me, and even though we were 1,700 miles away from Springer Mountain, and I was suffering from shin-splints and diarrhea, he still believed that we could set the record.I left the road and slowly, painfully made my way toward the top of Mount Killington. Once I reached the other side of the mountain, there was no looking back. Brew’s belief had rekindled my desire to set the record. The trail had taken away any sense of pride or false notion that I could do this on my own. I knew that I could not be successful without Brew, and we would only achieve our goal with the help of others.South of Vermont, the terrain and weather became more agreeable and my shin splints finally started to subside. It took over 1,000 miles for the pain to fully go away.Going the DistanceOur daily routine consisted of waking up at 4:45 a.m. I would try to start hiking at 5 a.m. and then I would continue hiking for the next 16 to 17 hours. My intermittent breaks came at the road crossings where I met Brew. However, it was not a time to relax. Instead, it was my job to ingest as many calories as possible, bandage any problem blisters, ice my shins, and then get back on the trail as soon as possible. I would continue hiking until 9 or 10 o’clock at night, when I came to a good camping site or road crossing. There I would quickly try to eat dinner, wipe down my limbs with Wet Ones, and then crawl into my sleeping bag for 6 hours of sleep.From the very beginning the numbers were overwhelming. Talk of miles per hour and daily averages psyched me out. We occasionally talked about where former record holder Andrew Thompson would be relative to our location, but that didn’t motivate me either. Andrew is a great person and amazing athlete, worthy of a trail record. Even when I tried to vilify him in my mind, it still didn’t inspire me. The trail record wasn’t about numbers or about beating Andrew Thompson; it was about doing my best. That became our mantra.Whenever I left the car at a road crossing, Brew would yell after me, “Just do your best.”Brew and I worked together as one unit, and I have never in my life trusted someone so completely. We also benefited from the invaluable support of numerous friends who assisted us along the trail: some provided food, others helped with logistics, and some, my personal favorites, hiked with me and carried my pack. It’s called muling, and I love it.The closer we got to North Carolina, the more support we received. Because I wasn’t running at all, a wide variety of people were able to hike with me on the trail. I hiked with both of my brothers, two retirees, several previous thru-hikers, and a handful of trail runners. I even had the opportunity to hike with two of my trail heroes, Anne Lundblad and Matt Kirk. The fact that individuals who I believed to be superhuman were coming to the trail to hike with me was both humbling and encouraging.Toward the end of the hike it felt as if I were straining for a goal that was much larger and more involved than I had ever imagined. I wasn’t just hiking for myself anymore. I was hiking for a community that believed in defying the odds, striving for your fullest potential, and helping one another. I was hiking to promote a path that has the power to positively change and impact lives. I was still hiking for Meredith. And I was hiking because it had become a symbol of my husband’s sacrificial love for me.Reaching the top of Springer Mountain, hand in hand with Brew, was one of the most amazing moments in my entire life.I had set the overall A.T. speed record in 46 days, 11 hours, 20 minutes. Even at the finish, the record still was not about the numbers. It was about the memories and friendships we built along the way. We had given everything we had to the trail, and it had given us even more in return.Walking back down the mountain, I stumbled down the dirt tread, tripping on roots, stubbing my toes on rocks, and struggling to put one foot in front of the other. I was so tired that the path blurred in front of me.I smiled and thought to myself: “So this is what 100 percent feels like.” When I graduated college, I wanted an adventure. I had spent my entire life doing what was expected of me and trying to please other people. Now I needed time to define my own expectations.I decided that the 2,181-mile Appalachian Trail would be a perfect post-college activity, and hoped it would give me enough time to figure out what it was I wanted to do with my life.The experience was far more difficult than I had ever imagined it would be. Beyond the physical hardships of hiking each day, I had to endure several unique challenges that most thru-hikers never encounter: I was struck by lightning, my eye froze shut in a snowstorm, I was followed by a hiker that I wanted nothing to do with, I suffered the early stages of trench foot, and I was deeply affected mid-hike when I encountered a death on the trail. When I finally reached Mount Katahdin in Maine and touched the worn brown sign that marked the end of the trail, I swore to myself that I would never, ever thru-hike again.After my first thru-hike, I immediately delved into the “real world” and got a “real job.” I really enjoyed my marketing and events position at the museum and I was working with great people, so it caught me off-guard when several weeks, then months, passed and all I could think about was the trail.I was a different person than I had been before the trail. I liked the woman who finished much better than the naïve 21-year-old who started the path. My values had changed, and I now appreciated simplicity, solitude, and silence. I missed the quality relationships that I enjoyed on the trail. It seemed that in the woods, I got to know people for who they were as opposed to what they did. I longed to be back in rhythm with nature: waking up at dawn to the serenade of songbirds and going to bed at dusk to an insect lullaby. Plus, as great as my job was, it still was a desk job, and I missed moving.It didn’t take long for me to decide that as soon as I could save up enough money and time off of work, I would return to the woods.Hiking PartnerMarriage was not necessarily part of my long-distance hiking plans, but when I met Brew, I also realized it was unavoidable. It sounds cliché, but he was literally the best man I had ever met. However, my desire to go into the woods has not always been easy for him. With time, Brew became more comfortable with my ventures but he never enjoyed being left at home.Three weeks before I left for a long-distance hike in Australia, Gary Michael Hilton abducted Meredith Emerson on Blood Mountain, Ga. Meredith and I were the same age, and it seemed as if we could have been the same person. Her courageous actions led authorities to capture the man who was responsible for the murder of Cheryl Hines in Florida, and who is accused of killing John and Irene Bryant in the nearby Pink Beds of North Carolina. Yet, despite Meredith’s bravery, her life was not spared, and it was a terrifying reminder that bad things can happen in the woods. For the first time in years, I wondered whether or not I should hike on my own.Meredith was a hero; she stopped a serial killer and saved lives—potentially my own. I wanted to honor her memory by living fully— and by hiking. I had already planned on hiking the Appalachian Trail again that summer, but now I wasn’t just hiking for me, I was hiking for Meredith, too.When Brew and I decided to chase the women’s record on the Appalachian Trail in 2008, the idea was born out of passion and practicality. I loved the trail, but I loved Brew more. Neither one of us wanted to be separated from the other for several months. Until this time I had always hiked on my own with a full backpack, but Brew was a teacher, and he agreed to donate his summer to help me hike the trail and honor Meredith.Our goal was to establish a women’s record on the trail. Until this time, only men had recruited support teams in an attempt to travel down the path as quickly as possible. I wanted to demonstrate that women could set trail records, and I had a feeling that Meredith would approve.I hiked 11 to 13 hours every day, never taking a day off, with only brief stops to rest. At times, where the grade was gentle and the tread less technical, I even ran—or rather, shuffled—a little bit.Physically, I was working harder than I had in my entire life, yet in a way, the experience wasn’t as difficult as I had imagined. I could meet Brew at road crossings several times throughout the day. I only had to carry a daypack. I had milkshakes and French fries brought to me on the trail, and I could change into a fresh pair of socks every morning. I loved trail records!After completing the trail in 57 days, I felt tired and happy. But I walked down Springer Mountain knowing that I had not used all my energy reserves. In retrospect, I realized that I had put limitations on myself throughout the journey. For the most part, I was only willing to hike during daylight hours and I stopped at dusk, even when my body felt that it could keep going. And, I was even more disappointed when I realized that I had set limitations on myself based on the fact that I was a woman. I bought into the idea that men are faster and stronger than women and that a woman should consider herself fortunate to be within 10 days of the men’s record.At that time, I didn’t have any immediate plans to return to the Appalachian Trail, but as the seasons changed, I became convinced that a trail record really has little to do with strength and speed. Instead, the most important qualities of a record setter are efficiency, consistency, and knowledge of both the trail and oneself. Before a full year passed, I found myself wanting to try for an Appalachian Trail Record once again.
Sign up for our COVID-19 newsletter to stay up-to-date on the latest coronavirus news throughout New York By Ryan Dobrin Dozens of people bundled in coats and scarves wait in a line that stretches past the blue awning of the Mary Brennan INN Soup Kitchen and down Madison Avenue in Hempstead.It’s drizzling and cold, and they are hungry and wet.With children out of school for break and the holidays here, this go-to-spot for hot meals and warm clothes is filled within minutes of its doors opening. Inside, all 200 of the seats are claimed, with more guests arriving from the back.Director of Communications Cynthia Sucich, enthusiasm exuding from her smile, greets people she recognizes as she passes table after table of patrons ranging from elders to toddlers. Here they sit, smiling with their families, not because they are receiving presents or meeting Santa, but because they are receiving a piping hot lunch.The holidays are a time for family and celebration, when one gathers with their kin in an exchange of gifts and love. Not all have the luxury of buying presents for each other, however, or even of obtaining a Christmas meal. These seasonal joys are too often taken for granted, especially in a place as affluent as Long Island, with its opulent Gold Coast and myriad affluent neighborhoods.It seems impossible that people here could be living below the poverty line. Yet as many volunteers know from working in soup kitchens, food pantries and participating in clothing drives throughout both Nassau and Suffolk counties, these misperceptions couldn’t be further from the true reality for far too many local families.The INN is just one of several places here on Long Island where those in need can find refuge.Originally a single soup kitchen at a church in Hempstead, the Interfaith Nutrition Network [INN] began spreading in order to reach as many people in need as possible. Now boasting a total of 14 soup kitchens in 21 locations, the INN serves anyone who needs food, while staying true to their motto—that everyone should be treated with dignity and respect.The INN expanded its services in 1984, when volunteers noticed many impoverished clients were also homeless. Since then, the INN began opening emergency shelters. The group has continued to be involved in the lives of those who need a place to sleep by offering long-term housing, veteran’s housing and independent living programs.Though the INN’s packed dining room of families on one recent afternoon is testament to the need of such missions during the holiday season, Sucich stresses that theirs is a never-ending quest. Food is a major component of what the guests need, she explains, but so much more is necessary.The Hempstead location provides showers to those in need and a bagged lunch program for those not ready to sit in the soup kitchen, while volunteers constantly work to help in any way possible in order to make guests’ lives even a bit easier.Traditionally, the INN distributed donated toys to families who could not afford Christmas presents for their children, says Sucich. This practice also evolved. For the holiday season, in addition to toy donations for the younger guests, the INN accepts donations of winter outwear and non-perishable food.“This year, we really realized that families are in need all-year round,” she tells the Press during a recent walk-through of the Mary Brennan Soup Kitchen. “And what it is that we do is no different in the holidays and the middle of March.”Hunger is prevalent here, and Sucich explains how, unlike New York City, poverty is not as evident on the streets of Long Island.“The biggest misconception is people can’t see it so they think it’s not here,” she says, adding that there is an ever-changing population of those below the poverty line. “The face of hunger is changing. What people think it looks like, it does not look like. We are seeing middle-class people who are coming in, we are seeing different nationalities that we have not seen before coming into the soup kitchen. There are just more and more people who are in need.”Volunteers provide hot meals to hungry and homeless families at The INN’s dining room in Hempstead. (Photo courtesy of The INN)One need only look out at the faces of those seated around the INN’s dining room tables to see her statement’s truth. The crowd observing a recent lunch’s pre-meal Moment of Silence is as diverse as can be. No person looks like same. The 200 people in the room run the gamut.Toddlers in oversized jackets await their meals alongside the elderly. Mothers calm their children next to single guests. A child shifts uncomfortably in his seat, desperate to get a peek of what’s on the plate today. The only connection between all these people is that they are in need of a meal. This need and the diversity of whom it affects exist throughout Long Island.Long Island Cares is another Island-based organization dedicated to ending local hunger and poverty. It was founded by the late “Cat’s in the Cradle” singer/songwriter Harry Chapin, who was determined to further this mission. Chapin died in a tragic car accident in 1981, just one year after creating its first food bank, but his determination and vision for the future of Long Island continues to inspire Long Island Cares to this day.Headquartered in Hauppauge, Long Island Cares annually distributes more than six million pounds of nutritious food.Determined to not just feed hungry people but to end hunger completely, Long Island Cares also provides educational programs designed to teach students, local businesses and other organizations about food insecurity, poverty and nutrition, as well as distributing free school supplies for children in low-income families.Robin Amato, the group’s chief development officer, echoes Sucich’s explanation that poverty is a year-long issue.“There is a heightened awareness [of hunger] during the holiday season, but I think what we’ve seen is that the need has gotten greater throughout the year,” she tells the Press. “At our Freeport location, [we’ve] been seeing an increase in usage of about 25 percent year to year for the last three years.”Holding true to its mission of helping the community, Long Island Cares is accepting donations of gently used coats, and new hats, gloves, scarves, socks, blankets and sleeping bags until February 1.Sucich stresses that no help to too little.“Anyone can help,” she says. “It doesn’t necessarily have to be a monetary donation. If you have time, if you have a smile, everyone has something to give.”This is certainly true at the INN, where a woman, shortly before beginning to serve guests, explains she has been volunteering at the site for eight years.“That’s nothing compared to these two,” she says humbly, motioning to two other women sitting beside her. The pair is on their 20th year of selflessly offering their services to others.The truly altruistic nature of volunteers has astounded Amato as well.“We all meet so many wonderful, giving, generous people here on Long Island that are so willing to help their neighbors who are struggling,” she says enthusiastically. “That’s the best part of working here. That’s the best experience.”Island Harvest, headquartered in Mineola, was similarly founded by a person fed up with the state of hunger on Long Island.The Interfaith Nutrition Network (The INN) in Hempstead house a food pantry where donated non-perishables are distributed to hungry and homeless Long Island families in need. (Photo courtesy of The INN)In 1992, Linda Breitstone noticed that local convenience stores threw away uneaten food at the end of the day, despite a safe house for women and children in close proximity. Since then, Island Harvest has delivered surplus food to those in need and marches toward their goal of ending hunger and food waste on the Island.Due to their relentless resolve and commitment, Island Harvest has succeeded in supplementing close to 66 million meals and delivering 71 million pounds of food since its inception.Due to the intense need for food during this season, Island Harvest has been hosting a Turkey and Trimmings Collection Campaign, which began in early November and is running until December 30. All Panera Bread and Bristal Assisted Living locations on Long Island are accepting turkeys and non-perishable items, and all McDonald’s, Roslyn Savings Bank and Nassau County Police Department locations are accepting only non-perishable items toward this cause.The INN, Long Island Cares and Island Harvest are united in a shared mission: to end hunger and poverty on Long Island. Thus, they also share similar needs. There is always a demand for volunteers and donations, and all three’s very existence is testament that hungry and homeless families across Long Island need more help now than ever before.Sucich receives her fulfillment by seeing the guests at the INN enjoying a hearty meal, receiving donated clothes, or anything else that may help make their lives even a little bit easier.“The biggest joy is when you can fulfill the simplest need of a guest, whether it’s for a toothbrush or for a pair of socks, or to see guests come in and be full over a hot meal,” she says. “It could be the only meal they get for the day.”Below are the links to the organizations and their volunteer contact information. Reach out and help if you can. The INN, Long Island Cares and Island Harvest will not forget—neither will those fellow Long Islanders in need.The INNMain Office: 211 Fulton Avenue, HempsteadWebsiteVolunteerDonateLong Island CaresMain Office: 10 Davids Drive (Harry Chapin Way), HauppaugeAdditional LocationsWebsiteVolunteerDonateIsland HarvestMain Office: 199 Second Street, MineolaWebsiteVolunteerTurkey & Trimmings Collection Campaign
Final appeals and supervisory review committee (SRC) rules are part of NCUA’s board meeting agenda next week. The meeting will come a day after NCUA conducts a briefing on its 2018-2019 budget, which CUNA will attend and give a presentation.CUNA generally supports NCUA’s proposals on appeals and SRCs. The appeals rule would adopt procedures governing appeals to the board that would apply to agency regulations that currently have their own embedded appeals provisions.The SRC rule would expand the number of issues that can be appealed to the SRC, and would also expand the SRC and update its operating rules. continue reading » 9SHARESShareShareSharePrintMailGooglePinterestDiggRedditStumbleuponDeliciousBufferTumblr
Sign up for our COVID-19 newsletter to stay up-to-date on the latest coronavirus news throughout New York Long Island has been placed under a blizzard warning as a powerful mid-Atlantic Nor’easter churns toward the region this weekend.The blizzard warning will go into effect early Saturday morning and last until noon Sunday, according to the National Weather Service’s Upton office. Blowing snow could start after 3 p.m. Saturday and continue through the evening.It’s not only periods of heavy snowfall that Long Islanders will have to contend with. Sustained winds of 35 mph combined with gusts of 55 mph could spawn whiteout conditions that will make traveling extremely dangerous. As a result of drifting snow, forecasters said, visibility may be reduced to ¼ of a mile—or, in some cases, “near zero” visibility.Snow accumulation predictions currently range from 7 to 12 inches, forecasters said.Parts of the Island will also be under a coastal flood warning. A combination of powerful wind gusts and a full moon could mean tides 3 to 4 feet above normal, forecasters said.The South Shore could see the most flooding, the weather service said.“Elevated water levels and large breaking waves on the shore of Long Island may result in erosion of dunes,” the weather service said on its website.The massive storm could impact as many as 15 states. Washington D.C. is preparing for more than two feet of snow, prompting officials there to shut down its entire mass transit system.Foreboding weather predictions appeared to have some local residents preparing for the worst, with residents filling up gas cans to fuel generators in the event of power outages.The biggest threat to power lines is icing brought on by the blistering cold and heavy snow expected to blanket the region, PSEG Long Island said.During the week, the utility has conducted logistics and system checks ahead of the storm.Local officials urged residents to use caution over the weekend. They implored people to stay off the roads and only get behind the wheel if travel is absolutely necessary.Nassau County Executive Ed Mangano said there’s more than 100 pieces of snow-fighting equipment and 28,000 tons of salt available to treat roads.“Nassau County is monitoring the storm track and prepared to begin bringing main county roadways, bridges and overpasses to prevent black ice from forming,” Mangano said.Suffolk County Deputy Commissioner Tim Sini said the department has equipment and people in place throughout the county to ensure road safety.Gov. Andrew Cuomo said the state is prepared to assist local municipalities impacted by the storm.The Island is also in store for frigid temperatures near freezing this weekend.
Topics : South Korea’s capital Seoul on Monday mandated the wearing of face masks in both indoor and outdoor public places for the first time, as the country battles a surge in coronavirus cases centered in the densely populated city region.In May, Seoul’s government had ordered that face masks be worn on public transport and taxis, but the latest spike in cases has health officials worried that the country may need to impose its highest level of social distancing.The Korea Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reported 266 new cases as of midnight on Sunday, a drop from the 397 new infections reported a day earlier but a continuation of more than a week of triple-digit daily increases. In Seoul, people will now be required to wear face masks in public indoor places, as well as crowded outdoor areas, except while eating or drinking, the city announced on Sunday.The national government also extended second-tier social-distancing rules which had been in place in Seoul to other areas of the country, banning in-person church meetings and closing nightclubs, buffets and cyber cafes.Officials say that South Korea is on the brink of a nationwide pandemic as the number of new cases is increasing in all 17 regions across the country.Health authorities say they are considering imposing the toughest stage 3 social-distancing rules, where schools and business are urged to close, if the spread of new cases does not slow soon.
Jose Mourinho insists his next move after leaving Real Madrid will be to return to the Premier League.Mourinho’s future at the Bernabeu has come under scrutiny as Real prepare to face Manchester United in the last 16 of the Champions League.The Portuguese, 50, has been linked to United, Manchester City and Chelsea.Asked when he expected to return to England, the former Chelsea boss said: “After Real. I love everything [about the Premier League]. He added: “Normally it will be my next step.”Mourinho has also been linked with Paris St-Germain – but made it clear he sees his immediate future back in England. But asked if he would replace Manchester United boss Sir Alex Ferguson, Mourinho said: “I don’t believe so. I think we have to end our career at the same time. [Ferguson] at 90 and me at 70.”Mourinho was in charge of Chelsea from 2004 until 2007, during which time he won the Premier League and the League Cup twice, as well as the FA Cup.He has since managed Italian side Inter Milan, where he won his second Champions League title after capturing the trophy with Porto in 2004.Mourinho has been with Real since 2010 and won the the Spanish title last season.But with Real lagging 16 points behind La Liga leaders Barcelona this season, Mourinho’s press conference once again revealed his scarred relationship with the Spanish media. Local newspapers also turned their fire on Manchester United’s Wayne Rooney on Tuesday, with one labelling him “a freckled demon” and “a player and hooligan all rolled into one.”“I didn’t read this,” said Mourinho. “But if I can support Rooney I would just say I was called worse than that week by week.”Mourinho described the meeting with United as “the match the world wants to see” and he added: “It is the most important match in this round of the Champions League. When you see this press room completely full it represents what this match means to the world of football and everybody is waiting for a big football match.“That is what we want and if I know the culture of English football and of a manager like Sir Alex Ferguson then I don’t think they are thinking of anything other than to play a big match.“I hope the world gets what it wants.”