A heap o’ parking lot snow was dumped on Jesup Green yesterday.
Then someone actually climbed it, to plant an advertising sign at the summit. (It’s for an open house at the Connecticut Friends School in Wilton, if you can’t read from afar.)
(Photo/Lynn U. Miller)
The good news: A few hours from now, it will be buried.
The bad news: A few hours from now, it will be buried.
There are many ways for CL&P to spend its customers’ money.
This is not one of them:
Dear Valued Customer,
We are pleased to share exciting news with you. As of February 2, 2015, Connecticut Light and Power is becoming Eversource Energy….
For the more than 8,000 employees of Eversource, this is more than just a new name. It’s about the value we place on always improving on our commitment to bringing you reliable energy and superior customer service.
Your Eversource Customer Service Team
If any “06880” reader can explain that last paragraph — how the new name translates into an improved commitment to “reliable energy” and superior customer service — please click “Comments.”
I’m in the dark.
(Hat tip to Andy Yemma)
An alert Westporter walking his dog this morning at the Haskins preserve looked up and discovered a new definition of “shoe tree”:
Meanwhile, for weeks another pair of shoes has dangled even more mysteriously above Myrtle Avenue:
Baby, it’s cold outside. This is no time to go barefoot!
The good news is: Gretel Hartmann’s bench is back on Canal Beach.
Alert “06880” reader Gene Borio reports that Saugatuck Shores residents thought Hurricane Sandy swept it away forever. But there it is, right where it was before the storm 2 years ago.
The interesting news is: Gene and his neighbors don’t know how it got there.
“Apparently someone salvaged it from the massive destruction, and now restored it,” he says. “It’s a little worse for wear, but it’s in its proper place on in the sand.”
The bad news is: He doesn’t know who Gretel Hartmann was. The bench was there for about 10 years before Sandy, Gene says.
If any “06880” readers have info on Gretel, let’s give her — and her bench — some due. Click “Comments” to share.
Here’s wishing all of us — the world, Westport, and (especially) the “06880” community — a happy, healthy and inspiring 2015.
Dissenting opinions are, of course, welcome.
It may not be the only one of its kind in the country, but Westport’s dump could be the most interesting since Arlo Guthrie and Alice visited theirs that famous Thanksgiving years ago.
- We don’t call it a dump. It’s a “transfer station.”
- Sure, there are trucks and Suburbans. But there are also plenty of Range Rovers, BMWs and Mercedeses, plus the occasional Tesla, Maserati, Rolls and Bentley. All are driven by “normal” Westporters, trash in tow.
- It may be the only
dump transfer station that’s a regular stop for politicians stumping for votes, and non-profits to hand out flyers.
Now, add one more “only in Westport.” Is there another one anywhere with a hand sanitizing pump — and marketing materials?
Last night’s ice sculpture carving — part of the post-Town Hall-tree-lighting festivities held around the corner at Christ & Holy Trinity Episcopal Church — was very impressive. Rudolph was one of the creations — complete with his trademark red nose. JP Vellotti was inspired to take a photo.
But when he went back this morning, the very alert “06880” reader was surprised to see Rudolph’s antlers were gone. He took another shot.
Before and after.
JP asks: “Did they melt in the sub-freezing temps overnight? Or was someone naughty? Only Santa knows who will get a present or coal in their stocking!”
Seen this morning at Staples High School:
Click “Comments” below if you have any clue.
This morning, “06880” posted Betsy P. Kahn’s photo of a gorgeous Old Mill sunrise.
This afternoon, Bart Shuldman went for a walk nearby.
Here’s what he saw:
Yeah, it’s nice that people carry plastic bags so they can pick up after their dogs.
But you can’t just leave it there for someone else to dispose of.
That’s just bulls***.