Letters to the Editor

A Night of Good, Clean Fun


A fantastic inaugural show of “Rock ‘n Roll Oldies” took place April 21 at the Somers High School auditorium. It all started from a vision of the Leos president, Chris Ruggiero, and was supported by the Somers Lions Club.

The event raised $8,200, which was donated to Drug Crisis in Our Backyard, a local organization that assists individuals and families who are battling drug addiction and related issues. Carol Christiansen, co-founder of this local group, spoke and clearly expressed how drug abuse is a growing epidemic that touches the lives of so many.

The night was full of music as toes were tapping, hands clapping and when all else failed—the crowd jumped up and started dancing! It was hard to keep the aisles clear. The crowd of over 400 local residents who came out to show their support were not disappointed. The space between the front row seats and the stage became an impromptu dance floor. As everyone danced, out came cellphones and cameras to capture the moment and the true joy of days gone by. A generation gap disappeared when young high school performers, fellow high school Leos, the adult audience, and the ageless rockers on stage all joined together for a magical night and good, old-fashioned clean fun!

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The Somers High School Men’s Choir supplemented the nostalgic music performed by the professional groups. In addition, Leo Chris Ruggiero blew everyone away by singing a remarkable rendition of “Diana.”

This fundraiser was a huge success. Thanks to the hard work of the Somers Lions and Leos along with the generosity of the “Event Sponsor” Brigham Barr Orthodontics, “Silver Sponsor” Forbes Insurance, and the many more who co-sponsored the event. Most importantly, a special thank you to the people who purchased tickets and attended. Together, in collaboration with the Somers Lions Club and Leos, we all make a difference in the lives of others!

Vinny Papa, Somers Lions Club

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