Nassau County Medical Center is (or was) the tallest building in Nassau County. The building hosts the county's emergency radio services and transmits (or retransmits?) all 911 related radio calls for the county. I think there is a building in Happauge (feh!) that is now taller, but EAB doesn't make the grade.
The Nassau County Jail is actually a lower building - one doesn't quite want the tallest building in the county to hold convicted felons, does one? though the jail was featured in the Robert Redford movie The Hot Rock. Interestingly the county hospital's housing for its residents is located along the border with the jail and looks out on the barbed wire. One can only wonder what the interns we're stealing from the third world can think when they see the jail.
I know Uniondale Ave - my aunt lives in Bellmore, and I used to catch the bus at the corner of Front St (across from the art supply store where I bought my calligraphy nibs).
I grew up in Malverne, exit 17S on the Southern State, and commuted to M.R. by chartered county bus. My district chartered public buses, and then we were given bus passes so we could stay late and commute home through Hempstead terminal (conveniently located only one block from a certain movie theater). The bus passes also enabled me to while away my youth at Roosevelt Field, Gimbels, third floor. Ahem.
Bars? Pal Joey's was such a sad place, but was Freckle Bellies any better?
Re: Small world...I'm intrigued.
The Nassau County Jail is actually a lower building - one doesn't quite want the tallest building in the county to hold convicted felons, does one? though the jail was featured in the Robert Redford movie The Hot Rock. Interestingly the county hospital's housing for its residents is located along the border with the jail and looks out on the barbed wire. One can only wonder what the interns we're stealing from the third world can think when they see the jail.
I know Uniondale Ave - my aunt lives in Bellmore, and I used to catch the bus at the corner of Front St (across from the art supply store where I bought my calligraphy nibs).
I grew up in Malverne, exit 17S on the Southern State, and commuted to M.R. by chartered county bus. My district chartered public buses, and then we were given bus passes so we could stay late and commute home through Hempstead terminal (conveniently located only one block from a certain movie theater). The bus passes also enabled me to while away my youth at Roosevelt Field, Gimbels, third floor. Ahem.
Bars? Pal Joey's was such a sad place, but was Freckle Bellies any better?