Monthly Archives: July 2013

The Beach Goes On

Living at the beach is a dream.

Until something like Hurricane Sandy turns it into a nightmare.

But Compo, Old Mill and other shoreline residents say it’s worth it. They’re used to challenges.

They adapt.

These owners are already back home.

These owners are already back home…

They’re raising their homes to FEMA standards. They’re gaining safety (and maybe a garage underneath).

Plus — this is Sandy’s dark cloud/silver lining — they now enjoy fantastic new views.

...and so are these.

…and so are these.

Some homes are not fixable. In their place, owners build stronger houses.

Other homes are, or will soon be, up for sale. (Like Betsy and Dan Kahn’s — she provided these fantastic photos.)

A house near Compo Beach being raised...

A house near Compo Beach being raised…

...and 2 more at Old Mill Beach.

…and 2 more at Old Mill Beach.

Many residents have lived elsewhere for the past 9 months, or huddled in only part of their under-renovation house. The wait, they say, will be worth it.

And beach life will be better than ever.

Some houses couldn't be saved...

Some houses couldn’t be saved…

...but new homes -- like this one on Danbury Avenue -- are going up quickly. (Photos by Betsy P. Kahn)

…but new homes — like this one on Danbury Avenue — are going up quickly.

Meanwhile, on Compo Cove, approximately half of the houses are still being raised. (Photos by Betsy P. Kahn)

And on Compo Cove, many houses are still being raised. (Photos by Betsy P. Kahn)

Whelk’s Deviled Eggs: You Can’t Beat ‘Em

What’s better than the Chinese pork-belly sandwich at Butcher & Bee in Charleston, South Carolina?

Better than sunchoke soup with potato, lobster and white truffle foam at Goosefoot in Chicago?

Better, in fact, than every other dish in the country?

Green-goddess deviled eggs at The Whelk, in Westport, Connecticut.

The #1 dish in the country.

The #1 dish in the country. (Photo/GQ.com)

That’s not me talking. It’s Alan Richman. He named that egg dish #1 — Number One!  — on his GQ list of “The 50 Best Things to Eat and Drink Right Now.”

So obviously The Whelk’s green-goddess deviled eggs are also better than the 97 jazillion other dishes — at the Whelk, Butcher & Bee, Goosefoot, Peter Luger’s Steakhouse, Viva’s, Red Lobster, Waffle House, and every other momofuku restaurant in the entire country!

It’s right there on the GQ website. Richman writes:

This has been the breakout year for deviled eggs, forgotten except in southern and midwestern kitchens. I ate them across the country, but none came close to this complex and captivating variation: yolks mashed and mixed with a homemade green-goddess dressing (creamy, tangy, and once as beloved as ranch), then stuffed into egg-white halves.

The dish gets better. The eggs are topped with two elements similar in texture but opposite in character—crunchy, sweet pickled onions and crunchy, sweet baconlike guanciale. Or you can have your deviled eggs with fried oysters on top. Both are right.

Whelk logoAfter this honor, the Whelk — named for an edible sea snail — may have to change its name.

Just kidding. That was a yolk.

(Hat-tip to Johanna Rossi and the Omnomct blog for this great catch.)

Public Protest Dooms Proposed Post Plaza Plan

Some powerful voices roared last night, as the Zoning Board of Appeals considered an application for a new entrance/exit from the Post Plaza Shopping Center onto South Morningside Drive.

The proposed driveway — referred to by some proponents as a benign-sounding “curb cut” — would be built directly opposite the Green’s Farms Elementary School bus exit. Hundreds of area residents fought the idea, citing safety concerns.

The main entrance and exit for Post Plaza Shopping Center. The entrance and exit would be at the rear, on South Morningside Drive.

The main entrance and exit for Post Plaza Shopping Center. The entrance and exit would be at the rear, on South Morningside Drive.

Opponents included State Senator John McKinney, who represents Green’s Farms in Hartford, and presumably had other things to do — hours earlier, he announced he’s running for governor.

First selectman candidate Jim Marpe also blasted the proposal.

But some of the strongest words belonged to Joan Constantikes. In 1971 she helped lead the original fight against an entrance/exit there — before construction of the shopping center even began.

Calling the design “selfish and aggrandizing, which would endanger the entire neighborhood,” the octogenarian said (in a letter read by RTM member Dewey Loselle):

It is never too late to do the right thing, and the same issues exist now as existed back then: Do you put the desires of a business group before the needs and safety of school children?  I sincerely hope that the kinds of people who joined our cause back then will come to the fore again, and that right will prevail.

More than 4 decades after she began, Joan Constantikes still battles for children.

And still wins.

The ZBA denied the application.

Unanimously.

Selling Drugs — And Giving Away Kindness

Today’s awesome customer service story comes courtesy of alert “06880” reader Jo Shields.

Recently, her 95-year-old friend Alden Sherman had vascular surgery. He’d already picked up 2 pairs of the necessary compression stockings, and was about to pull them on.

Then he saw a note from the surgeon. He’d bought a compression rating far too high. It was 8 p.m. — on a Friday.

Very worried, he called Jo. Could she ask Colonial Druggists for the right ones?

She called, not expecting much.

The ever-smiling, always-helpful Russ Levine.

The ever-smiling, always-helpful Russ Levine.

“Wonder of wonders, that beacon of helpful kindness, Russ Levine, picked up the phone,” Jo says.

Yes, he said — come on down. I’ll help.

It took a while for Jo to explain exactly which parts of his leg Alden needed to measure. Russ was unconcerned. He gave Jo all the sizes, and said, “just bring back what doesn’t fit.”

Stunned by his generosity, Jo chatted awhile. Russ talked about raising his family in Weston (most of his kids and grandchildren still live there). He told Jo that he planned to go sailing the next day — Saturday — and said she’d caught him catching up on paperwork after hours.

So the next day, when Jo returned with the unneeded compression stockings, she was surprised to see Russ in the parking lot. What about the sailing?

“Well, the weather wasn’t that great,” he replied, smiling. Besides, he added,
“there’s always work to do.”

Jo could not thank Russ enough.

Thousands of equally grateful customers — over many years — no doubt have their own Russ Levine-and-Colonial Druggists stories too. Click “Comments” to share yours.

All That’s Missing Are Dorothy, Toto And Her Bike

In the span of about 8 seconds — just a few minutes ago — the skies  over Compo Shopping Center and Playhouse Square went from bright blue, to this:

Westport CT storm July 23, 2013 - Dan Woog

Westport CT weather - Playhouse Square July 23, 2013

Yikes!!!

That Heavenly Coffee…

The death of 97-year-old Page Morton Black — the singer whose “Chock Full o’Nuts” jingle is embedded in the brains of anyone living in or around New York in the 1960s and ’70s — on Sunday led to a nostalgia-filled obituary in today’s New York Times.

It also led to memories about her ties to Westport.

Page Morton Black and her husband, William Black — the founder of Chock Full o’Nuts — lived for many years on Bluewater Hill. The Mediterranean-style mansion was easily spotted from Hillspoint Road.

Longtime Westporter Wally Meyer recalls that she hosted “fabulous dinner parties.”

He does not say whether she sang at them.

But I’m sure the coffee was very, very good.

Page Morton Black and her husband, William Black, in the early 1960s. (Photo/New York Times)

Page Morton Black and her husband, William Black, in the early 1960s. (Photo/New York Times)

“Bye Bye Birdie” Sweeps Onto Staples Stage

“Bye Bye Birdie” is a staple on high school and middle school stages.

But until this coming weekend, it has never been performed in the Staples auditorium.

Staples Players (and summer production) directors David Roth and Kerry Long are huge fans of the musical. They’ve often talked of doing it — but the time never seemed right.

On Friday, Saturday and Sunday, it is.

Jack Seigenthaler (as Conrad Birdie) is surrounded by adoring fans. (Photo by Kerry Long)

Jack Seigenthaler (as Conrad Birdie) is surrounded by adoring fans. (Photo by Kerry Long)

The show — inspired by the intense popularity of Elvis Presley, and his 1957 draft notice — is a satire of that era. But some school productions — well, let’s just say they stage it a bit too straightforwardly.

That won’t happen this time. David and Kerry are working their magic once again, bringing the satirical best out of a big — and enormously talented — cast.

It’s perfect summer fare. Kids will love it, because the “kids” onstage have such a blast. It’s funny and fun, with tons of bright colors, intriguing characters, and great dancing and music.

Jack Bowman as Hugo Peabody, and Michelle Pauker as Kim MacAfee. (Photo by Kerry Long)

Jack Bowman as Hugo Peabody, and Michelle Pauker as Kim MacAfee. (Photo by Kerry Long)

“Bye Bye Birdie” offers a chance for many Staples Players — plus recent graduates, and excellent performers from surrounding towns — to strut their stuff.

Jack Seigenthaler — Weston High’s popular leading man — plays Conrad Birdie. Clay Singer and Tyler Jent are double-cast as Conrad’s manager. Claire Smith is Albert’s secretary and love interest. Michelle Pauker is Kim MacAfee, the small- town girl upon whom Conrad will bestow his “last kiss.”

And after half a century, Conrad will finally do it on the Staples stage.

“Bye Bye Birdie” will be performed on Friday, July 26 (7:30 p.m.), Saturday, July 27 (2 p.m. and 7:30 p.m.), and Sunday, July 28 (4 p.m.). Click here for tickets.

Maddy Rozynek plays Mae Peterson; Clay Singer is Albert Peterson. (Photo by Kerry Long)

Maddy Rozynek plays Mae Peterson; Clay Singer is Albert Peterson. (Photo by Kerry Long)

Pink Is For…

There’s a great story rocketing around the interwebs. A little boy broke his wrist, and the doctor pointed to various kids’ casts. What color did the little boy want?

“Pink,” he said.

The doctor laughed. “Boys don’t wear pink!” he explained.

The boy looked him in the eye. “There’s no boy colors or girl colors!” he said. “I want pink. It’s for breast cancer awareness!”

I thought of that story Friday, when I was in Learning Express. I’d just bought a gift (teething giraffe, indeterminate color) for Ned Batlin’s 3-week-old son Teddy.

Is there anything wrong with this...

Is there anything wrong with this…

An older man — I assume the owner — was waiting on a little boy in front of me. He asked what color something the boy wanted. “Pink?” the man chuckled. “Or maybe blue?”

The boy chose green. I chose to shut my mouth.

But I was upset, and a couple of hours later I went back. I quietly said to the man, “I heard something today you might not even be aware of. I’m telling you because it’s about your business.”

I explained what I’d heard. “It was a joke,” the owner replied.

“What’s the joke?” I asked. “That boys can never like pink?”

He could not explain the hilarity. But he was pretty serious about not wanting to hear what I said.

I told him the “pink cast” story. He said it had nothing to do with him.

...or this?

…or this?

I said that I help run a youth group for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and questioning youth. One topic that comes up often is gender stereotyping. From a very early age, kids feel pressured to conform to “social norms.” Pink-for-girls-and-blue-for-boys is only one of many.

Things are changing, of course. Male sports teams at all levels — from pros and college down through Staples — proudly wear pink. The reason is to raise awareness (and funds) for breast cancer awareness, but a side effect is demolishing the notion that “pink is for girls” (or, in jock-talk, “sissies”).

Fortunately these days, most adults realize the dangers of stereotyping children — whether by colors, toys, activities or anything else.

The Learning Express man is not one of them. In fact, he was adamant. “I’m not going to stop making jokes just because of what you say,” he declared.

That’s his right.

Just as it’s my right to buy my toys somewhere else. Someplace that exhibits not only toys on a shelf, but also awareness of the importance of helping children feel comfortably un-stereotyped in a big, wide, wonderful world.

Staples soccer players Ethan Bradeen (left) and Noah Schwaeber support breast cancer awareness -- and proudly sport pink.

Staples soccer players Ethan Bradeen (left) and Noah Schwaeber support breast cancer awareness — and proudly sport pink.

Helen Thomas’ Westport Connections

The death this weekend of Helen Thomas — legendary dean of the White House press corps — has a Westport angle.

Longtime Westport obstetrician/gynecologist Danny Adler met her at a press function in the early 1980s. Despite vastly different occupations, they struck up a unique, distant friendship that lasted through their lifetimes.

Danny was introduced to Helen by his son, William Adler, a UPI correspondent in Washington, D.C.  Danny wanted to meet her because he sensed they were kindred spirits: progressive, outspoken, feisty and unafraid of making people mad.

Helen Thomas

Helen Thomas

William cautioned his father not to get his hopes up about connecting with Helen — after all, she was the busiest, hardest-working journalist in Washington, arriving at work before her much-younger colleagues, and staying in the office until the wee hours.

But Danny and Helen hit it off immediately.  They exchanged phone numbers. And when Danny was home in Connecticut they had occasional  long chats about politics. He encouraged her to “give ’em hell” — and she always did.

Helen was impressed by Danny’s knowledge of history and international politics. (A voracious reader, he harbored a secret wish to be a political correspondent, not a doctor).

Dr. Danny Adler

Dr. Danny Adler

Their friendship continued for decades — eventually moving to email. It was easy for Danny to remember their birthdays. He was born on August 3, 1920. She was born a day later, that same year. Danny died 7 months ago.

The fact that Helen Thomas made time for someone she met incidentally — and established such a strong connection — adds private testimony to her public greatness.

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William Adler — who grew up in Westport, and has returned here to live — has his own Helen Thomas story. In 1983, as UPI spokesman, he asked her to help him get a group of Latin American editors into the White House for a private reception with President Reagan.

The date was set. But right before the visit the U.S. invaded the small island of Grenada.  Press secretary Larry Speakes wanted to cancel the editors’ visit, but relented on the grounds that Helen Thomas could not ask the President about the invasion.  William passed Speakes’ condition on to Helen, who tacitly agreed.

The editors were ushered into a reception room. Helen immediately scooted to the front, charged up to Reagan and shouted, “Mr. President, what’s the latest from Grenada?”

(One more Helen Thomas-Westport connection: Current resident Allan Siegert worked with her in Washington in the 1980s.)

Luke Scott Boosts Bridgeport’s B:Hive Buzz

If B:Hive is half as successful as the group that created it — and gave it its spectacularly clever name — it will be one of the most impressive Bridgeport stories in years.

And an avid Westport booster is playing a big role in the city’s renaissance.

B:Hive is a great environment to work in...

B:Hive is a great environment to work in.

B:Hive is a flexible, funky (and very airy) “co-working space” in Bijou Square. Boasting workstations, supplies, a lounge with video and board games, 3 “phone booths” for private conversations, conference room, mailboxes, free coffee, storage for laptops and bikes — and of course killer WiFi — it’s the perfect way for entrepreneurs, writers, tech guys (and gals), musicians and producers, small business owners, and anyone else with a home office to get out of the house and into a lively, shared, work-and-fun environment.

Oh, yeah. It’s open 24/7/365.

The name says it all. B:Hive is:

  • a honeycomb-like place buzzing with productive activity
  • a spot where cross-pollination — in this case, of ideas — happens constantly
  • proud to “B” in Bridgeport.

BHive logoLike a hexagonal beehive, “B:Hive” has a 6-sided logo. That’s a tribute to its 6 founders.

One of them is Luke Scott. A proud 1991 Staples High School grad who last year moved his very successful company — Madison/Mott, a hip branding, advertising, digital and social agency to Ketchum Street, in the heart of resurgent Saugatuck — he nonetheless lives in downtown Bridgeport.

He loves his adopted city. He goes to the Bijou Theatre, enjoys pizza and music at Two Boots, and is inspired to contribute his many talents to harnessing the immense — but achingly unfulfilled — potential of Connecticut’s largest city.

He found kindred spirits in his girlfriend, Marcella Kovac, and 4 good friends (who are also couples). All are committed to Bridgeport, emotionally and financially.

Each of the 6 contributes a special talent. Besides Luke and Marcella — a graphic designer — there’s Jordan Rabidou (programmer); Madeline Rhodes (visual stylist), Amy Henson (teacher) and Ben Henson (city planner).

3 of the B:Hive's 6 founders (from left): Luke Scott, Jordan Rabidou and Ben Henson.

3 of the B:Hive’s 6 founders (from left): Luke Scott, Jordan Rabidou and Ben Henson.

It’s a high-powered group. And they work fast. In less than 2 months from the day they got the idea for B:Hive, to the party that opened it, they:

  • found the perfect space (285 Fairfield Avenue)
  • scoured Goodwill, Salvation Army, Craigslist, antiques stores (and, okay, Ikea) for sofas, work tables, chairs, a gorgeous old stand-up radio/record player, eclectic art and (of course) a ping pong table
  • developed marketing materials (“Working from home doesn’t always work.” “Cowork. Collaborate. Comingle.” “Way more caffeinated than a coffee shop.”)
  • devised a pricing structure ($20 a day, $80 for 5 days, $200 a month, $2,000 a year).

“We have a vested interested in seeing the Bridgeport — and Connecticut — economies prosper,” Luke says. “We think we can help by stimulating creativity. That leads to better business.”

He smiles. “And fun.”

As B:Hive builds its community, its founders look ahead.

B:Hive is also a great place just to chill.

B:Hive is also a great place just to chill.

They’ve already hosted a very successful tech event and ping pong tournament. On August 1, there’s a Game Night.

When students return to nearby campuses — UB, Sacred Heart, Housatonic, Fairfield U. — B:Hive will reach out to them.

Amy says, “When I was a night student, it was hard to find places to study. And some kids still live at home. This place has everything. It’s right off 95, it’s got parking, it’s on the bus line, it’s near the train station. Plus we’ve got coffee and food.”

Luke  Scott loves Westport. Moving Madison/Mott to Saugatuck is one of the best decisions he ever made, he says.

But — unlike many here — he also loves the often-kicked, seldom-respected sleeping giant of a city 15 minutes away.

How much does he love it? He points to B:Hive’s spacious bathroom.

“There’s plenty of room to change into a power suit for a client pitch,” he says.

“Or workout clothes. You know, you can walk to Seaside Park from here.”

The funky welcome at B:Hive Bridgeport.

The funky welcome at B:Hive Bridgeport.