Category Archives: Totally random

No Wonder They Call It “Super” Stop & Shop

On the eve of the Super Bowl, alert “06880″ reader Kelly Crisp snapped this photo of a sign at Stop & Shop:

She notes: “Unfortunately, it seems the manager is a Giants fan — while at least some of his customers like the Pats.”

Enjoy the game. May the best team Patriots win!

Hanging Out Downtown

There was a bit of action today on Church Lane:

I don’t know if the well-hung sign was for the new Spotted Horse restaurant, or Urban Outfitters next door.

As of early afternoon, the sign had not yet been erected.

But I’m sure it will be impressive.

Size matters.

Not According To Script

The other day, a Staples student talked about the SATs.

He’d done fine on the math, he said.  And most of the verbal section was okay.  The writing section, though, was really hard.

Why? I asked.  Was the question difficult?  Did the 25-minute time limit seem too short?

No, he said.  He meant it literally — the writing was hard.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually written something by hand.

And, he said — as puzzled and angry as if he’d been asked to write in Chinese characters — “they made us sign our signature in cursive.”  He’d forgotten how to do that — along with being “pretty unable” to read script — and worried if printing his name would invalidate his score.

Welcome to the 21st century.

Along with losing the ability to read analog watches and non-GPS maps, today’s teenagers have lost the art of handwriting.  They learned their ABCs by typing, not printing, and ever since then it’s been peck peck peck (and now, thumb thumb thumb).

In class today, kids take notes on their laptops and iPads.  They don’t slyly pass notes on crumpled pieces of paper; they text.  Every paper they write is on the computer.  Actual handwriting is as old-fashioned as fountain pens.

Child development experts have noticed the trend.  They worry that youngsters who don’t write by hand miss out on developing fine motor skills, hand-eye coordination, even patience.

Writing by hand takes time — time to think about what you’re writing.  Yammering away on a keyboard is easy.  And if something doesn’t sound right, you just click “delete.”

I am, of course, writing this on a computer.  You should see what I’ve deleted already — actually, you won’t.  But I could write this by hand if I wanted to.  I even know how to use a fountain pen.

Just call me a 21st-century Renaissance Man.

De Westport A Cuba

Sometimes you can go home again.

Even if home is Cuba.

Maite Hernandez was born in Puerto Rico. She and her husband, Roy Marmelo — he’s Portuguese — have lived in Westport for nearly a decade. But her parents are Cuban, and many relatives still live there.

In 1997 Maite and Roy visited Cuba. They traveled the back way — through Mexico.

But recently, over Christmas break, Maite and Roy and their 4 children enjoyed a family reunion in Havana. They went the new way — on a Delta charter from Miami. Other relatives came from Los Angeles and Barcelona.

The Marmelo family, in Cuba.

Americans can now visit Cuba for religious, educational and family reasons. And what better family event than seeing long-lost relatives — and introducing the Marmelo kids Andres, Claudia, Júlia and Lucas to cousins they’ve never met?

Maite’s aunt Lucy has visited Westport before. (She’s allowed out of the country because, with 5 children of her own, she’s not considered a flight risk.) She and her other relatives still in Cuba live better than many in that country, Roy says. They’re well educated, and serve in prestigious professions like medicine and government. They live in Miramar, a Havana suburb filled with embassy homes.

One of Lucy’s daughters is a famous TV soap opera actress. A son, who serves in the Army, accompanied Fidel Castro on a trip to Mexico. He drove the Marmelos around in his van — just as he did Peter Frampton, on the singer’s visit to Cuba.

Lucy’s neighbor is Aleida March — Che Guevara’s widow. Andres Marmelo must be the only Bedford Middle School 8th grader to have met that connection to history.

A 1950's car, in 2012 Cuba.

Cuba is a study in contrasts, Roy says. Propoganda is everywhere — you can’t avoid seeing signs promoting 53 years of revolution — and so are the 1950s-era American cars that Cubans take pride in maintaining. But there are BMWs too.

The Marmelos visited a military museum (where they saw the American-made boat that brought Fidel back home from Mexico), as well as the Hemingway museum with his boat.

But recent changes allow Cubans to buy permits to sell items in front of their homes. They can open up bakeries. A Hernandez cousin says “80 to 90 percent” of citizens no longer believe much of the propoganda.

“In 1997, when we talked about politics we were told to lower our voices,” Roy says. “This time, that didn’t happen.” Cubans were even dancing to Gloria Estefan’s song, “Cuba Libre” (“Free Cuba”).

There is plenty of food — but it’s very expensive. The Hernandez family went all out to show their far-flung relatives a good time. Still, there was plenty of white rice, black beans and pork. “It was a good lesson for the kids,” Roy says.

Andres Marmelo saw plenty of eye-opening sights in Cuba -- including Che Guevara's face on the Ministry of Interior in Havana. The building proclaims "Hasta la victoria siempre" -- "To victory always."

“Everything in Westport is perfect and beautiful,” Maite adds. “Everyone is well dressed. It’s a bubble. You don’t see poverty. Cuba was an eye-opener.”

The sheets are so rough, they scratch. Maite’s relatives requested linens from America and Spain.

It was an eye-opener in other ways too. Cubans with connections have flat screen TVs. They hide illegal satellite dishes in water towers, and watch ESPN.

Maite’s cousin pays someone for internet access. The cousins have Facebook — “but they get on at like 3 a.m., with a dial-up modem,” Maite says.

There is plenty of night life in Havana. Young people go to bars — one is called the Yellow Submarine — and the famous Tropicana night club is still around. It looks good, Roy says.

The Marmelos spent most of their time in and around Havana. Each relative spent time entertaining them. They did take a side trip to Maite’s mother’s old beach house, and drove by Fidel and Raúl Castro’s ranches. (Photos were forbidden.)

The Marmelos are back now in Westport. The kids are sorting out everything they saw and did. Their parents thoroughly enjoyed the family reunion. They’ve got hundreds of photos, and souvenirs like a couple of paintings.

No Cuban cigars, though. Roy says getting them through customs is too much of a hassle.

A toll plaza on the coast celebrates 53 years of revolution.

Give Peace A Chance

You know how everyone always wishes “peace on earth” around Christmastime? And decorates their homes all nice and pretty, with lights and displays and whatnot?

And then, as soon as New Year’s is over, everything comes down, and we revert back to our old selves all over again?

Betsy Phillips is out to change all that.

Instead of Santa or a creche, she displayed a peace sign on her Compo Beach home.

It’s still up.

Betsy vows to keep it going all year.

That should warm some hearts on a cold winter night.

And provide a nice punctuation point on the 4th of July.

Andy, Come Home!

“06880″ is not in the habit of posting “lost dog” stories. (Main reason: Not enough dogs read this blog.)

However, Andy’s tale rises above the usual ho-hum threshold. It is, as we in the news biz say, a “dog bites man” story.

Andy

Andy — a corgi — was lost around 10 p.m. New Year’s Eve on Guard Hill Road, off Clinton Avenue. Owner Michael Ghiggeri believes he was scared off by the fireworks.

Rather than post “lost dog” flyers on telephone poles, Michael posted on Facebook. Someone shared that on a “Greenwich Mountain Lion” page — who knew? — which drew the attention of News 12 Connecticut. Because it was a slow news day there (as it is here), they did a piece on Andy.

That prompted even more Facebook posts. Strangers poured out of the woods to help. One woman drove an hour, to search on foot. Another drove over with her pajama-clad children sleeping in the back seat.

Donations have poured in, from as far as Florida. One friend even offered $1,000 in reward money.

Michael credits the response to simple reasons: “Pet lovers can relate. Especially corgi lovers — one woman had a corgi with the same markings.”

In addition, people who “personally know Andy” are moved. “He has a unique disposition,” Michael says. “He loves everyone. Instead of barking, he literally ‘woofs.’ He’s just the smartest, easiest, best dog.”

Michael’s wife is a professional horse trainer. At shows up and down the East Coast, he became well known. Horse farms are contributing reward money too.

“Facebook is still growing,” Michael reports. He and his group have passed info along to mailmen, UPS guys, utility workers and dog walkers. They’ve also contacted the Humane Society, animal control and media outlets.

Andy is not wearing a collar. But an embedded microchip provides information on his identity.

“Andy is 11,” Michael notes. “He can hear, but we think it is going. Also, he has cataracts.”

So he definitely will not be reading this post.

But you are. If you see Andy, call 908-399-9428 or email mjghiggeri@yahoo.com.

I Hereby Resolve…

I swore I wasn’t going to post any New Year’s  Resolutions.

Then again, it’s not nice to swear.

So, in the year ahead “06880″ will strive to:

  • Go easy on Westport drivers.  They are, after all, Very Important People, with perfectly understandable reasons to hurtle through town at warp speed while conducting Very Important Conversations and sending Very Important Text Messages on their phones.
  • Refrain from making snide comments about certain builders and developers’ downtown decisions. Unless something really snark-inducing happens.
  • Hold my McMansion fire.  People who live in condos shouldn’t throw stones.
  • Be excruciatingly polite to readers who demand that, because I have just done a post on (to choose a purely hypothetical example) a new business in town, I have to write about their competing business too.
  • Continue to seek out intriguing, dynamic, under-reported, fun, funny, heart-warming, heart-wrenching, offbeat, upbeat and generally cool story about Westport.  And about Westporters, large and small.
  • Especially small.

PS:  These are just resolutions.  It’s not like anyone expects me to keep them, right?

An astonishingly beautiful addition to downtown. This fine example of a variety of uses of concrete will enable Westporters of all ages to lounge comfortably, enjoying a brief respite amid their shopping excursions.

What’s Up With This House?

I know this place is in Weston — but it’s just a few yards past the Westport border.

Plus, a very alert “06880″ reader asked me about it. So I figured it qualifies for our blog.

It’s 40 Weston Road — on the left side heading north, just before Broad Street.

The 1st thing you notice is the mailbox:

But it’s the house itself that really grabs you. There are nearly a dozen cars in the circular driveway. Enormous artwork hangs on the house; a few sculptures add even more interest.

(It’s not easy to see in the photo above — but check the far right side of the house, above the 1st-floor window. I didn’t want to trespass.)

A check of public records shows it’s got 11 bedrooms and 10 baths. Built in 1998, it’s 9,274 square feet, and sits on 2.02 acres.

So what’s the deal? Is it a hotel? A home for some religious sect? One of Mitt Romney’s mega-mansions?

Inquiring minds — including the “06880″ reader who originally asked — want to know.

Click “Comments” if you’ve got a clue.

Ari Edelson’s Chocolate-Chip Proposal

Ari Edelson is a Staples graduate (Class of 1994). He’s also one of the country’s most up-and-coming theater director/producers.

Ari Edelson and Julia Levy

Today though, he’s most famous as the director/producer of one of the  “best marriage-proposal arrangements of 2011.”

At least, according to the New York Times.

Yesterday’s “Weddings/Celebrations” page story related, in shorter form, the Times’ longer version on July 24, which read:

Mr. Edelson fed into (Julia) Levy’s passion for sweets and baking when he proposed in September 2010, a year and a half after he initially wooed her with a box of his favorite cookies, from the Levain Bakery on the Upper West Side, which he had sent to her office.

He took her to the bakery, which stayed opened a half-hour later than usual for the occasion. She said she recalled that he seemed “kind of nervous” and that there were more cookies than usual in the display case. Then she noticed the cards atop the cookies.

Together they read, “Julia, will you please marry me?”

Her favorite, chocolate-chip walnut, had a “yes” sign in all capital letters, and her least favorite, oatmeal raisin, intentionally overdone and smaller than the rest, read “no.”

“It was so overwhelming,” she said.

She chose the chocolate-chip walnut.

The story did not describe their wedding cake.

An “06880″ Christmas Wish

May our hopes and dreams come true in the coming year.

For us, for Westport, and the world.