Is That A Spatula, Or Is Spano Just Happy To See Us?
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- March
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The April issue of Westchester Magazine includes a gooey little feature story on Westchester County Executive Andy Spano making a scrumptious, nutritious lunch in the kitchen of his Yorktown Heights home. In case you’re interested, his dish de jour is a Middle Eastern-inspired delight cooked in a steamer.
But that’s not what makes the article funny, and uh…well, unintentionally revealing.
Start with the accompanying photo of a smiling Spano in a chef’s oufit slicing and dicing onions on a cutting board. I believe the picture to be genuine, but there’s something really weird about it. The angle of Spano’s head makes it look like he has no neck, creating the effect that his noggin was superimposed on the body.
The writer is trying to be light and breezy in his puffy prose, but let’s slip with a few things that will remind fiscal critics of the imperial trappings and perks enjoyed by the three-term incumbent. At the outset, we see Chef Andy cruising the Food Emporium in Yorktown with his bodyguard. Hey, danger must be lurking in the frozen meat section.
Spano’s house, “a modest Cape” is mentioned, but so are two other houses in Saratoga and Fort Lauderdale. He has four cars in this driveway, including a county-owned limousine and a county-owned SUV. That’s right, an SUV. So much for environmental conservation, huh Andy?
It turns out Andy’s been cooking “since his first divorce in 1974.” Ouch. And in his house there’s a harp he got on one of his “junkets” to China. Ouch, again.
The story also has a tiny scoop. Spano says he’s going for a fourth term. “Why not? I like what I do,” he says.



Phil Reisman is a veteran journalist and native of Westchester County. He began his career in 1977 as the head copy boy of a startup New York City newspaper that quickly went belly up. Reisman was not to blame for the newspaper's failure, or so he claims.







Lots o’ houses
Lots o’ cars
Lots o’ hardy, har har hars.
Got a place down south and Saratoga
I’m getting fitted for a toga
Last month I thought I had angina
And here’s a harp I got in China
You like my hair? It’s plastoperm
I think I’ll go another term
I’m outa town when there’s a strike
All in all, what’s not to like?