Category Archives: Longshore

Town May Outsource Longshore Golf Course Maintenance

The town’s Request for Proposal (RFP) to redevelop the Gunn House — the 1885 Queen Anne house at 35 Church Lane, soon to give way to the new Bedford Square development — has gotten plenty of publicity.

But another RFP is equally intriguing.

Westport is also soliciting proposals for professional turf and grounds maintenance of the Longshore golf course.

The Longshore golf course. (Photo by Dan Murdoch, via LongshoreGolf.com)

The Longshore golf course. (Photo by Dan Murdoch, via LongshoreGolf.com)

The official notice — posted today — says:

The contractor will be assuming maintenance services historically performed by town personnel. The contractor will report to the town’s Director of Parks and Recreation and work cooperatively with the Head Golf Pro, as is customary for a public golf course.

According to Parks and Rec director Stuart McCarthy, his department and the Golf Advisory Committee have discussed this move for “a couple of years.”

Professional maintenance contractors are “a trend in the industry,” McCarthy says.

“It’s logical to investigate this. Particularly with the issues the course had last year, it makes sense.”

A view of the Longshore course, courtesy of Golf Digest.

A view of the Longshore course, courtesy of Golf Digest.

McCarthy says the RFP is posted with 3 goals: “maintain the course at the highest quality possible; maintain it as efficiently as possible from a cost standpoint, and look at long-term costs too.”

He stresses that the RFP does not mean a professional maintenance contractor must be hired. “We want to explore our options,” the Parks and Rec director says. “We need to investigate all possible opportunities.”

The bid is due June 19. The contract is for a 3-year period, beginning January 1, 2014.

(Click here to view the official Request for Proposal.)

Green Day Comes To Westport (Video Added)

Eco-Fest — Staples High School’s Club Green annual celebration of our planet — will not be held this year.

Instead, the hard-working environmental club is producing 5 different “eco-events.”

They’ll take place — one after the other — this Sunday (April 28). It’s called Green Day, and it promises to be more even entertaining than the band of the same name.

Plus a lot less punk.


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All activities are very family friendly. And nearly all are free.

Sunday begins with a clean-up of Longshore (8-10 a.m.). There’s plenty of post-Sandy debris to pick up. Wear hiking or rubber boots; bring gloves; park by the 1st tee — and do your part to make this town jewel sparkle.

From 10 a.m. to noon at Wakeman Town Farm, kids can meet animals, plant vegetables and do crafts. Mini-workshops on gardening are planned for adults. Representatives from local farms, farmers markets and CSAs will provide info too.

At noon, Earthplace sponsors 2 hours of guided nature walks, pond activities, and sustainable energy displays — even toy solar car-building.

LoraxBetween 2 and 4 p.m., the Westport Library hosts video showings of the classic Dr. Seuss story The Lorax. There are also children’s crafts and other activities related to that classic 1971 book. (Spark Notes: A beautiful valley becomes polluted, but there’s a ray of hope at the end.)

All that eco-stuff can work up an appetite. With hunger still a real problem in America, there’s a screening of the haunting documentary “A Place at the Table” at Town Hall (4 p.m.). A panel discussion on hunger in the U.S. follows. It’s co-sponsored by Westport Cinema Initiative and Saugatuck Congregational Church, and tickets are $10.

Sunday’s forecast is for blue skies. How perfect for a Green Day.

(To see today’s “Good Morning Staples” TV show — featuring a preview of Green Day activities – click here, or click the YouTube video below.)

Caddying, Roman Candles And Cops

Jono Walker comes from a long line of Westporters.

Very long — as in Bennetts and Schuylers, who lived on South Compo Road before the Revolutionary War.

Jono’s in Pennsylvania now, but he keeps up with his hometown — and thinks of it often. He publishes a blog — Jono’s Book Reviews — where he adds his own vivid personality to critiques of books from a variety of genres.

Jono Walker

Jono Walker

(His love of literature is inherited. Jono’s mother, Joy Walker, spent decades as a much-loved Staples English teacher.)

He recently blogged about  Richard Ford’s new novel Canada. The book brought up some some “long forgotten childhood fears about how life as you know it might suddenly unravel.”

Those fears took root in Westport. Here’s his story:

It was the summer between 8th and 9th grade. I was a caddy at Longshore, working for guys like Joe Nistico, Sally Peppers and the Izzo brothers.

This cadre of elite Saturday morning golfers was made up of teachers, cops and local business owners who sponsored Little League teams and financed the Memorial Day Parade and fireworks at Compo. They peppered their golf rounds with hilarious off-color jokes, and if they ever missed a 2-foot putt with money on the line, their long pearls of non-repeating curse words were heart-stirringly inventive.

Not only were these men the undisputed kings of Longshore in those days, they were the heart and soul of Westport. While others rode the train into the city, these guys stayed in town and made things run. By no means were they saints, but they were as honest as they were rough around the edges.

Longshore was a bit rougher back in the 1960s. So were the golfers.

Longshore was a bit rougher back in the 1960s. So were the golfers.

A kid named Griff — a classmate at Bedford Junior High — instituted a regular poker game on Saturday afternoons that summer. It cranked up just when we were coming in from our morning rounds flush with cash. With 2 burly bodyguards in tow, he’d plunk down on the caddy bench, pull out his deck of Bicycle Playing Cards, flash a wise guy’s smile and ask, “Ready for some poker, gentlemen?”

He fleeced us week in and out. We were easy marks.

One Saturday, after stuffing another wad of our cash into his corduroy Lee jeans, Griff announced that he had some cherry bombs and M-80’s he could sell us at 5 bucks per handful. I wanted in.

The plan was to meet at Compo Beach just before the fireworks display. We’d do the deal right down at the waterline. The best place, he said, to make a transaction like this was out in a big crowd in plain sight. Nobody would suspect a thing.

FireworksAt the appointed hour I stood near the brick bathhouses and found myself face to face with that wise guy smirk. Because Griff’s hands were full he asked me to stick the bill in his back pocket, and be quick about it. He said it was my lucky day, thrust both grocery bags into my arms and turned around.

I watched him disappear nonchalantly into the crowd, and peered wide-eyed into the Grand Union bags. They were crammed full of M-80s, ash cans, cherry bombs, Roman candles, and string after string of fire crackers.

I couldn’t believe it! The sweet, exotic smell of gunpowder wafted into the  summer air. “Jackpot!” I cried to myself — just as the heavy hand of the law clamped down on my shoulder from behind.

I will never forget the shame of being the person inside the head that policeman puts his hand atop as he assists it into the back seat of a waiting squad car. I sat there feeling scared and queasy for what seemed like hours, as the officer sat up front filling out paperwork.

Finally, he turned around to face me with a smile I wasn’t sure how to read.   It was my first good look at his face. Immediately I recognized him as one of the cops I knew from Longshore, which sent a fresh new rush of heat to my ears.

He whistled through his teeth and said,” Your old man’s sure gonna be pissed now, innit he?”

Remembering Mike Pettee

Mike Pettee — a Westporter for 55 years, vigorous civic volunteer and all-around great guy — died Thursday afternoon at his Harvest Commons home. He was 83.

His sons Michael and Tim, and daughter Marianne — on behalf of their 3 other siblings — sent along some thoughts on their dad.

Mike Pettee

Mike Pettee

Growing up in Minnesota, Mike would swim the backstroke for a mile and a quarter. Against the current. With his dog on his chest.

When he came to Westport, he loved swimming from one jetty at Compo to another. And back.

His kids spent plenty of time cheering Mike on in masters swim meets. But he attended far more of their Little League games.

He married his 2nd wife (Andy) after his 1st wife (Nancie) died in 1965. With 6 kids (including at least 1 in college for 16 straight years) and a high-pressure job in New York, Mike needed a high-intensity outlet. He took up crew, and rowed for decades.

Over the past few years, he partnered with Paul Green. They won a gold in their 2010 masters competition — as octagenarians.

Paul — no slouch himself — told the Pettee family that Mike would always look at the water and say, “It’s not too rough. It will be a challenge. Come on — we’ll be okay!”

The  2 men traveled the world racing. Once, in Scotland, the wind and waves roared. Out they went — to a gold medal.

Mike Pettee (left) and Paul Green -- octagenarian rowing champs!

Mike Pettee (left) and Paul Green — octagenarian rowing champs!

After graduating from Yale in 1951 — where he swam on a team that in 4 years never lost a meet; won a prize for his thesis on Daniel Webster, and was a ROTC officer — Mike was recruited by the Air Force Office of Special Investigations. His “spy” adventures on the North African desk became family lore.

Yale was a big part of Mike’s life. He was a class officer, and set fundraising records at 8 reunions. When Mike noted the 60th reunion class was trying to raise “240,” his son said, “piece of cake.” He figured $240,000 was nothing for Yale.

Mike replied, “We’re going to raise $240 million.

Mike loved to travel. Four years ago, he took his grandkids on a 10-day trip through the Rockies. Two years ago he went to China for 3 weeks , through the Yale Alumni Association. He got very ill at the end, and had to be air-evaced out.

He knew he was not well when he signed up for the trip. But, his family says, he would rather live life fully and go to China, than sit around quietly and feel old.

Mike had come from a family of strong people — including very accomplished females. “Many of his role models were women,” Michael says. “I think this was his foundation for being so open-minded about race, gender roles, and sexual orientation. He even rowed in the Gay Games.”

Mike and Andy Pettee, surrounded by their 11 grandchildren.

Mike and Andy Pettee, surrounded by their 11 grandchildren.

Mike loved parties and people. Westport was filled with the best of both, and Mike thrived.

But he came from modest means, and in his 1st years here Westport was very expensive. Michael was out of college before his parents bought a new car.

Their 1st home was a drafty rental at 10 Compo Parkway. In 1958, Mike applied for a mortgage, and was turned down. He went to a new bank: Connecticut National.

The president — a Mr. Romano — said, “Don’t worry. My brother at Romano Oil tells me that anyone who can afford to heat your house can afford a mortgage here.”

Mike’s career included human resources for National Sugar Refinery Company; purchasing at McGraw-Hill, and purchasing agent for the town of Fairfield.

Mike and Andy Pettee

Mike and Andy Pettee

His volunteer activities include Little League umpire, softball coach, auxiliary police officer (“the best way to keep tabs on his 6 kids,” Michael says), the Republican Town Committee, and the Longshore 50th anniversary.

He also proudly attended 84 Back to School Nights in Westport. And with other energetic retirees, the Regular Guys Lunch Out club solved town and world problems over sandwiches every month.

His beloved wife and longtime partner, Andy Walton Pettee, died of cancer in 2008. He was bereft, but picked up where she left off by buying fresh flowers every week, sending birthday cards, and staying intimately involved with his family’s very active lives.

Michael called his father a “bon vivant. He lived life well. He loved deliberately. He laughed heartily. He enjoyed good food and wine, great conversation, and the company of people. It’s with great sorrow that we say bon voyage to a man who made so much of life.”

(The family will celebrate Mike life at a funeral mass on Friday, March 15, 10 a.m. at St. Luke’s Church. Lunch will follow at 12 p.m. at the Saugatuck Rowing club. Memorial contributions in his name may be sent to Whittingham Cancer Center at Norwalk Hospital, Norwalk Hospital Foundation or Smilow Cancer Hospital at Yale-New Haven.)

Help Thy Neighbor (And Thy Town)

Inspired by Staples students who volunteered over the past few days to restore Longshore, Old Mill and Soundview, many Westporters have asked how they can pitch in too.

Town officials say that at Longshore and the beaches, work is now of the heavy equipment/skilled professional type.

However, there are countless other opportunities to help. Teenagers, younger kids, entire families, individuals — any and all can roam their neighborhoods.

All around town, there’s work to be done.

Look for debris that needs clearing. Knock on senior citizens’ doors; ask what they need, from tossing food from refrigerators to bringing more blankets. Go to public places like schools and small parks; see what needs doing — then do it.

Westport is filled with willing manpower. Woman and kidpower too.

Many hands make light work.

Now, if they could only make the lights work…

Big Holes To Fill

Scott Smith is a longtime, and very alert, “06880″ reader. As communications director of the Westport Y, he also spends a lot of time downtown. Last week he sent this photo of a huge hole in the parking lot behind the new building going up at 100 Post Road East, next to the old Town Hall (now Spruce).

As a self-described “Touch-a-Truck kind of dad,” Scott has followed the construction of the building — the 1st new one downtown in 40 years — with interest. He says:

Like most job sites around town, they had to pound away for days through solid rock ledge to dig the foundation. I’m always amazed to see the guys working the machinery, how dexterous they are and how oblivious they seem to be to all that jarring noise. I’d last about two hours on the job.

So that’s why I was intrigued to see that in the parking lot just a few feet away, when they had to dig another hole through the pavement, there was 10 feet of garden-variety dirt with loose river rock, then another 10 or 12 feet of pure gray sand. It was very cool-looking, and a classic study in our curious local geology.

The sinkhole was filled in the next day or so; end of lesson. But it got me thinking about other places around town with big holes in the ground, or just filled in, or new plans to dig big. My son and I have ridden our bikes to the top part of Gault’s new development in Saugatuck – that’s a lot of rock! The Gaults have done such a nice job so far. I can’t wait to see how the next phase of the development goes.

Another big hole, this one in Saugatuck near the site of the old Doc’s Cafe. Phase II of the redevelopment, spearheaded by Gault, is proceeding smoothly. (Photo/Paul Schott for Westport News)

And last week I attended the opening ceremony of Cliff’s Place, the new halfway house at Longshore. That modest little project turned out very well, and is just the first of some even bigger privately funded construction projects in the works that will serve a public purpose.

There’s the swanky new Levitt Pavilion, which just received town approval (and some public funding), and, of course our new Y, which will break ground in December. (I’m a member of the Golf Advisory Committee, and work at the Y – a partner/sponsor of some Levitt children’s performances — full disclosure!)

The brick buildings at Compo may get some work.

As “06880″ well documents, and as WestportNow.com’s “Teardown of the Day” shows us, virtually every day there are new (big) homes going up all over town. Combine that with some other projects in the planning stages downtown (the movie theater, the remaking of our own old Y) and what I hear may be an ambitious renovation of Compo Beach’s dilapidated brick buildings, all this work gives me a good feeling that we really are “rebuilding America” (at least our small part of it).

Think how many guys are working these days, or will be, on job sites locally. And once they pack up for other sites and leave the ribbon-cutting for those in shiny shoes and nice ties, think how our community will be the better for it.

I think we’re making good progress these days. Don’t you?

Not Our Finest Moments

An alert (and relatively new)  reader writes:

I really enjoy “06880.” I love seeing slices of Westport I otherwise would not.

I liked the sweet articles of late about the beach, especially because I had 2 really negative experiences the past couple of days.

First, I was walking near the beach, with 2 friend and 3 dogs. In general I find people very friendly down by the beach, happy to see people out and about. Drivers are usually patient about sharing the road with people and dogs.

Yesterday, a car behind us honked 4 times. We thought it was someone we knew saying hello.

Nope. It was an older woman (blue BMW), outraged, throwing her arms in the air and yelling how rude we were.

There was no traffic, and plenty of room to pass us. Nasty woman with road rage.

Can’t we all just chill, and enjoy the beach?

The 2nd incident was at Longshore — a truly appalling scene.

Parks & Rec wonderfully employs a special needs gentleman to take garbage from tables and pick up the grounds. A sweet man.

He is a little bit zealous, and may at times try to clean up tables while people are still eating. A simple “we’re not quite finished yet,” and he walks away to another area, then comes back later.

A woman went up to the girls working at Joey’s and complained for 5 minutes, while her kids (13 and 10-ish) stood next to her. She was up in arms that this man should ruin her meal, make her feel rushed and uncomfortable.

The young girl from Joey’s told her she would need to speak to someone at Parks & Rec to complain.

Afterwards, I went up to the window and asked if people often complain about the man. She said “never!”

What a teachable moment to have with your kids. Instead she showed them intolerance, unkindness, and just plain meanness.

I spoke to other moms in the area. They were all equally appalled that this woman would complain, instead of showing humanity.

Thankfully these moments are few and far between.

Ditto for wonderful Longshore. (Photo/Paul Schott for Westport News)

PS: I would love to publicly thank the kind couple on Soundview who leave clean water out for dogs, every day.

The Buck Stops With Andrew Gai

You know how excited golfers are when they shoot their age?

Mary Gai is telling everyone her son Andrew shot her age.

She’s 59.

That’s a Longshore course record.

Andrew Gai, after a recent championship match.

Andrew’s 10 birdies earlier today helped him beat the old mark. According to George Buck, his father — the long-time Longshore pro, also named George Buck — held the record for many years. Mary says that record was 62.

That means Andrew — who as a sophomore in 2009 led Staples to an undefeated record, and the state championship — beat Buck’s mark by a phenomenal 3 strokes.

“I’m sure 59 will be the mark forever,” George Jr. says.

Unless, a few years from now, Andrew shoots his own age.

There’s no rush. Andrew is only 19 years old.

Just Another Day In Paradise

Yesterday was one realtors spend careers dreaming of.

  • Ridiculously perfect weather.
  • An art sale that showed off our river and downtown.
  • A book sale that showed we love reading and music (and bargains).
  • The beach and Longshore at their most sublime.

If a real estate agent couldn’t sell a home yesterday, she’s in the wrong business.

If you bought a house yesterday, a warning: Every day in Westport is not like yesterday.

But we can dream.

When in Westport, do as the sculpture says: “Live Your Dreams.”

You could not buy this piece of art downtown yesterday. He’s alive!

However, you could buy this gorgeous artwork. (You can buy it today, too — the Downtown Fine Arts Festival runs from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.)

One of the kids’ activities at the Fine Arts Festival was car painting. This being Westport, it was a Mercedes.

You can get just about anything at the Westport Library’s book sale. It continues through Tuesday.

A satisfied book sale customer takes a break.

There are many ways to relax at Compo Beach.

The tide was running out at Old Mill Beach. And this home on Compo Cove got ready for a wedding. A perfect ending to a perfect day. (All photos/Dan Woog)

An Au Pair Falls In Love (With Westport)

When Annika Ritter came to Westport in 2010 to work, she did not want to hang out with other au pairs.

“90 percent of the girls are German,” she says. “If I wanted to speak German, I would have stayed there!”

The lively, fun-loving 24-year-old — raised in a village near Frankfurt — vowed to immerse herself in Westport, and discover as much about her new town as she could.

Now — her 2-year stint almost over — Westport has become more than the place she works.

Annika considers it home.

She knew very little about Westport before Au Pair in America matched her with a family here. Wikipedia made it sound “very fancy.” When she saw some of the houses, how people dressed, and stores on Main Street that were way too expensive to shop at, she understood how wealthy it is.

But she realized something else: There is lots to do here, and plenty of good people to do it with.

Because her host family belongs to the YMCA, she was added to their membership — free. Annika took morning classes: step, spinning, whole body conditioning, yoga, Zumba. There were a number of “older ladies,” she says diplomatically, but also mothers of children in her host family’s classes at Saugatuck Elementary School.

Annika was up for anything. She talked about “global awareness” at Saugatuck El and Earthplace. Twice she did face painting at the au pair agency’s booth at the Fire Department’s “Touch a Truck Day.”

Annika took this wintertime photo of the Compo Beach marina.

Nearly every morning, when the kids were at school, she went to the Westport Library to read. “It’s one of my favorite parts of town,” she says. In the afternoons she returned with her host family’s children, for chess, crafts or story time.

She loves Compo Beach and Longshore, the Playhouse, Winslow Park, the farmers’ market, Earthplace hiking trails, and the $5 margaritas at Viva’s.

The Memorial Day parade was special. “The whole town was together,” she says. “I saw people I have gotten to know well. I felt really at home.”

Annika took this photo too, of a Westport graveyard.

She ranged beyond Westport too, taking watercolor and drawing classes at Norwalk Community College, and color theory at Parsons School of Design. She volunteered at a media company nearby, sang karaoke at Southport Brewing Company, and met great people through her church in Black Rock

But Westport holds a special place in Annike’s heart.

“When I first came, I thought it was too fancy for me,” she admits. “But once I got past the surface, and got to know people, I had a total different view.”

Midway through her stint here, her family moved to a new house on Lone Pine Lane. “The neighborhood is so cute,” Annika says. “Everyone waves, and helps each other out. When we first got here, every day someone else brought over cake or cookies. That was so nice.”

Annika wants to give back to Westport a small part of what she’s gotten out of it. She hopes to give a “mini-German lesson” in the library children’s department. She offered to do a bake sale for the Y, but they basically said, “We need millions.”

This summer, Annika’s au pair job ends. Her parents are coming, and they’ll do something typically American: a road trip to the West Coast.

A Zumba instructor, by Annika.

Annika is ready to start her real career. A very accomplished photographer — she took over 10,000 photos in the US (including family portraits for Christmas cards and head shots for a professional actress), and has a wonderful blog — she hopes to study media management back in Germany. She’d also like to open a photography studio.

Her dream is to come back to the United States, for good.

“I’m going back to Germany in September,” Annika says.

“But my home is Westport.”