Monthly Archives: December 2009

Happy MMX

No, there wasn’t enough snow at Jim and Anne Hardy’s Hillandale Road home today to make that huge base for a snowman.  It rests on a giant boulder, rolled over by their energetic teenagers, Will and Ned.

And no, “MMX” is not a stock ticker symbol, new OS or SUV.  It’s the Roman numerals for 2010.

Happy New Year!

The Life Anne Wexler Lived

Anne Wexler, in 1980. (Photo courtesy of the New York Times)

Last August, “06880″ honored the life of Anne Wexler.  In the 1960s, the Westport housewife moved from the Zoning Board of Appeals to bigger things:  first the statewide Gene McCarthy presidential campaign, then national politics.  Wexler helped rewrite the Democrats’ delegate selection process, leading directly to the 1972 nomination of George McGovern.

Wexler next became a Jimmy Carter confidante.  After leaving the White House, she turned into a Washington lobbyist.

Last week, in its annual “The Lives They Lived” look at important and/or overlooked people who died during the year, the New York Times Magazine profiled Anne Wexler.  Writer Matt Bai focused on her lobbying days.  His even-handed look begins:

At the dawn of the 1960s, Anne Wexler was living an idyllic life, in a “Mad Men” sort of way.  The daughter of a prominent Manhattan architect, she had graduated from Skidmore, married an ophthalmologist and given birth to two sons.  She kept a neat house in Westport and lunched with the ladies.  “I had all the Jewish princess stuff” is how she later described it.

But the news from places like Montgomery and Saigon kept washing up like a wave on her manicured front lawn.  More than anything else, it was the escalation of the war she detested that pulled her into politics, first as the manager of local campaigns and then as a key organizer of Eugene McCarthy’s 1968 crusade.  She wasn’t a feminist in the confrontational sense — Betty Friedan was a friend, never a mentor — but Wexler soon became a role model for younger women who were bent on remaking a male-dominated Democratic Party.  Older and more worldly than they were, Wexler seemed instinctively to know how the game was played.

Bai spends the bulk of his piece discussing Wexler’s lobbying career.  He writes:

Up to that point, the lobbying business was primarily divided by partisan boundaries; Democratic firms had access to Democratic lawmakers and Republicans to Republicans, which meant that a lobbyist’s business relied on the fortunes of his party.  Putting aside the ideological convictions that transformed her life, Wexler would team up with Nancy Clark Reynolds, a close friend of Reagan’s, to create a firm that not only would be led by women — “We’re going to be underestimated, and it’ll work every time,” Wexler told her new partner — but that could also reach any level of government, no matter who was in charge.

As the lobbying business grew into a $3 billion industry, Wexler’s name became synonymous with a new generation of elite “superlobbyists,” lawyers and political operatives whose influence on Capitol Hill made them far wealthier than many of the politicians they manipulated.

Bai notes that lobbying was disliked by the liberals who had long loved Wexler:

Wexler always rejected the idea that she had betrayed the principles of her activist heyday.  Rather, she portrayed her lobbying work as an extension of the public-service ideal, even as her firm’s client list expanded to include the likes of Anheuser-Busch, General Motors and Aetna.  “Government officials are not comfortable making these complicated decisions by themselves,” Wexler explained to a Time reporter in 1986.

It had the hollow ring of rationalization.  Wexler sold the company to Hill & Knowlton, the public-relations giant, in 1990 but continued to run it.  Ultimately, the woman who once led the fight for Gene McCarthy happily added a new partner’s name to the door: Bob Walker, the former Republican congressman and one of Newt Gingrich’s chief acolytes.

When Wexler died, Bai says, her passing was not universally mourned:

Wexler’s death, after a return of cancer she first beat back more than 20 years earlier, was met with tributes from many of the capital’s leading liberals — and with scorn from a few.  “What might Anne Wexler have accomplished for causes she really believed in,” the writer Michael Kinsley asked in a column in The Washington Post, “if she hadn’t spent the last three decades of her life taking on any cause that walked in the door with a checkbook in hand?”

Fair or not, Kinsley’s critique neglected the larger context. Wexler’s career was, in fact, the story of a generation.  The young idealists of both the McGovernite left and the Goldwater right had arrived in Washington vowing to reform it, but by the time Anne Wexler died, they had become, instead, their own kind of establishment — a ruling class of consultants and lobbyists and celebrity pundits every bit as immovable as the machine bosses and Brahmin lawyers of another era.  As Wexler herself might have pointed out, she didn’t do anything her male contemporaries hadn’t done.  She was simply better at it.

We are always told not to speak ill of the dead.  Yet politicians have always been different.  Anne Wexler — the peace advocate — was definitely a politician.

First Night Forecast

(Button design by Miggs Burroughs)

For the 2nd straight year, First Night might get slammed by bad weather.  Last year it was snow; this year could bring sleet and freezing rain.

A town-wide, evening-long celebration is a great idea.  But First Night might have better odds by moving to summer — say, July 1 — and rebranding itself as 182nd Night.

Nah.  Thunderstorms.

And a few disgruntled Westporters would demand their money back.

What A Difference A Year Makes

An “06880″ reader with waaaay too much time on his hands asks:

“How come we pronounce one year ‘two-thousand-and-nine,’ and the next one ‘twenty-ten’?  Wouldn’t ‘twenty-oh-nine’ and ‘two-thousand-ten’ make as much sense?”

Um, sure.

All I can think of is, we want the next decade to be as different from this one as possible.

Sunny Daes Is Here

This week, as our thoughts turn to skiing, skating and hot chocolate, Westport welcomes — an ice cream shop.

Sunny Daes introduces its 5th Connecticut location (30 Riverside Avenue — site of the former King’s service station) with a “soft opening” (ho ho).  It will show off its 68 favors of ice cream, gelato and frozen yogurt, with free cones on New Year’s Eve.

I don’t want to be the skunk at the garden party, but I’ve got a few questions:

  • Will the location work? That section of Riverside Avenue — just beyond the Post Road intersection — has always been a tough business environment.  Restaurants and retailers struggle.  It’s out of sight — physically and metaphorically — for manydowntown shoppers.  Most ice cream shops rely heavily on foot traffic, which is non-existent across the river.  And despite a few parking spots in front of the store, getting into and out of the small lot is not easy.
  • Is Westport ready for another ice cream place? Carvel carved out a niche around the time the Bedfords and Coleys settled in town.  Baskin-Robbins has a prime downtown spot, though it’s suffered since the demise of the movie theaters.  Ben & Jerry’s — arguably the world’s most famous ice cream name — recently closed up shop.  Gone too are MaggieMoo’s, TCBY and — for far too long — the crème de la crème, the Ice Cream Parlor.
  • What’s with the name? Sunny Daes does not scream “ice cream”; in fact, it looks vaguely Middle Eastern.  It’s one thing if you’ve got the name recognition of Tom Carvel, but Sunny Daes does not.  They must not only introduce themselves to Westport; they have to explain what they are.

None of those problems are insurmountable.  Sunny Daes may well thrive.  It might lead to a West Bank (of the Saugatuck) renaissance.  Certainly, any new business in Westport is welcome.

Even one selling ice cream in the dead of winter.

A Fatal Accident

For several years, as neighboring towns and schools buried students and recent graduates killed in automobile accidents, Westport and Staples have been fortunate.

That changed early yesterday morning.  Charley Rochlin — a member of the Class of 2003 — died when his car struck a tree on Green’s Farms Road.  Charley — a life-long Westporter — was a U.S. Marine, who spent 7 months in Iraq.  Home for the holidays, he was scheduled to return to Camp Lejeune soon.

“06880″ joins all Westporters in extending condolences to the Rochlin family.

(A mass will be celebrated at 9 a.m. Wednesday at Saint Luke Church.  Interment with full military honors will follow in Willowbrook Cemetery.

The family will greet friends from 4 to 8 p.m. Tuesday in the Harding Funeral Home, 210 Post Road East. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Wounded Warrior Project, P.O. Box 758517, Topeka, KS 66675-8517; woundedwarriorproject.org.

To sign or view an online guest book, click here.)

The Recession Is Over

Forget housing starts, GDP and international durable goods orders.  Don’t worry about CD rates, or those pesky unemployment figures.  As 2009 ends, the news is good:  The recession is over.

Trust me.  I know.  I rely on a foolproof method:  Post Road traffic.

For decades, I’ve been able to tell when school is out.  Driving around town is a breeze.  I could roll a bowling ball down US1, and not hit a soul.  Christmas, February vacation, spring break — it was always the same.  Everyone was somewhere else.

A year ago, everything changed.  The Great Recession spooked us all.  Like endangered turtles, we retreated into our shells.  No one went anywhere.  People who had never not been elsewhere during a vacation learned to love Blockbuster and the Bow-Tie Cinema.

But at holiday parties this month, I sensed a change.  Folks talked eagerly of upcoming trips to Utah, Europe, Bonaire.

Well, Bonaire to you too.

They weren’t kidding.  Saturday — the day after Christmas — Westport was like a ghost town.  Just like 2007, I drove where I wanted, parked where I pleased, even went to the CVS lot and lived to tell the tale.

You heard it first on “06880″:  The recession is over.

And you can take that to the bank.

(Of course, the recession never slowed some people down.  Westporter Eileen Ogintz described some of her family’s best trips in 2009 — including Aspen, the Grand Canyon, California, Alaska, the Cayman Islands and (for her daughter’s Staples graduation gift) Tahiti.  It should be noted that Eileen is a professional travel writer who specializes in “taking the kids.”

Feliz Navidad (Part 2)

After years of flying under the radar, Jose Feliciano is back in the news.

Jose Feliciano

Hot on the heels of our “06880″ report on his low-key Christmas shows for the elderly, a web site has apologized to him for parodying “Feliz Navidad.”

Earlier this month Human Events.com — a conservative site that finds a cloud in every silver lining– posted “The Illegal Alien Christmas Song,” anti-immigrant rant to the tune of the Puerto Rico-born singer’s mega-hit.  He said he had written his song — sung in English and Spanish — “to create a bridge between two wonderful cultures, (not) as a political platform of racism and hate.”  He said he was “revolted beyond words.”

Human Events mumbled something to the effect that they “regret any offense that Mr. Feliciano may have taken from this parody.”

Right.  And that sound you hear is the Human Events office sitting around the Weston resident’s living room, softly singing “Kumbaya.”

Westport Reads (And Does Math)

Next Friday marks the start of a new year — a fresh start for many of us.  But what if every day you had to start fresh — all over again?

That’s the premise of The Housekeeper and the Professor, by Yoko Ogawa.  An accident has left a professor with all his old memories — and only 80 minutes of short-term memory.  He remembers his theorems and favorite baseball players, but his housekeeper must reintroduce herself several times a day.  But she — and her 10-year-old son — work through his profound losses.

The book weaves together the effects of memory loss, the joys of math, the intricacies of Japanese baseball, and the ties that define a family.

Publishers Weekly calls it a “gorgeous tale,” adding:  “Ogawa lifts the window shade to allow readers to observe the characters for a short while, then closes the shade.”

Um, okay.  But what’s this have to do “06880″?

The Housekeeper and the Professor is the 2010 “Westport Reads” selection.  Each year the Westport Public Library picks a book for the entire town to read — and discuss.  There are school discussions; clergy weave it into sermons, and the Library plans special “Westport Reads”-themed activities for an entire month.

January is that month.  The lineup of events is indeed intriguing.

A math professor speaks about mathematical modeling for sports and gambling.  The president of the Japan Society in Greenwich talks about the differences and similarities between American and Japanese baseball.  A neurologist discusses the brain and memory.  A Saturday afternoon event features family activities involving “math and memory throughout the library.”

Two evenings seem extra special, however.  On January 27 Staples math team members, coaches and teachers describe how students use math to enrich their lives.

Earlier, at the kickoff event — 7:30 p.m. on Wednesday, January 6 — Westporters Doug and Patti Brill share the ups and downs of coping with memory loss.  They have a powerful perspective:  Doug lost his short-term memory when he was just 42 years old.

The Housekeeper and the Professor is a short but profound read in a quiet, Japanese way,” says Westport Library director Maxine Bleiweis.  “Dozens of book groups plan to read it, and people will open up their homes for neighborhood discussions.  This is all about bringing community together over a book, talking to people you’d never engage in conversation at this level.”

Click here for a complete list of “Westport Reads” events.  Mark them down on your calendar.

Then don’t forget to go.

(For copies of the book, call 203-291-4821 or email smadeo@westportlibrary.org)


An “06880″ Holiday Wish

May our hopes and dreams come true in the coming year

For us, for Westport, and the world.