Category Archives: Westport life

A Good Westport Yarn

What happens in Westport doesn’t always stay in Westport.

Alert “06880″ reader Lisa Shufro sent these photos from downtown:

It’s not just Westport, though. If you Google “yarn bombs” — or check out BuzzFeed, as Lisa did — you’ll see it’s a global phenomenon. The Wall Street bull, city buses, a phone booth near Big Ben — all have been yarn bombed.

“I’m an avid knitter/crocheter, but unfortunately I can’t claim responsibility for these wonderful additions to Westport’s landscape,” Lisa says.

She’d love to know who is responsible — perhaps to trade tips, or simply congratulate her (or him) on a creative project.

As a public service, “06880″ will pass along any information on Westport’s yarn bomber. Anonymity — if requested — is assured.

If You See Something, Say Something (Updates In Story)

Patti Brill is a dynamo — involved in tons of activities, mother of 4, one of the women who really make Westport go.

The other day On Wednesday, January 4, between 12:30 and 1:30 p.m., she was at the library, working on a fundraising event for the Farmers’ Market.

When she went to her car in the upper lot, she was shocked to see that someone had smashed in the entire left side. “It’s substantial,” she says. “The entire back door must be replaced, and the left back tire rim is also damaged. I can’t imagine what it will cost to repair.”

(This just in: The estimate is $2,700.)

Far worse: There was no note.

“I can’t imagine what type of person does something like this,” she says.

“I’m also very surprised that no one saw or heard anything” — or at least left a note about what they’d seen.

Patti knows I’ve written before about bad drivers — and discourteous Westporters. This combines the worst element of both: those who cause damage (and then run away), and those who don’t want to get involved to help their neighbors.

She asked if I’d mention this incident in “06880.” I am, unfortunately, happy to.

But you can’t keep a good Patti down. Her email ended:

“On the bright side, it was another life lesson to discuss with my kids at the dinner table.”

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.

Just Another Way To Say It

With all the good-feel-y stories we’ve posted lately — nice folks aiding neighbors and strangers; churches and synagogues rushing to help after a fire, blahblahblah — it’s time to turn our attention to another side of the holidays.

An alert but anonymous “06880″ reader describes an overheard conversation in a (fortunately) unnamed hair salon the other day:

If one more person tells me Merry Christmas, I’ll clobber them. I’m Jewish! Stop telling me Merry F—ing Christmas!

Now that’s the Westport we know and love!

Wait, wait!  I was kidding!

Really!

Well then, Merry F—ing Christmas to you too!

“How Can I Help?”

An alert — and very giving — “06880″ reader wrote:

My teenage son and I will be in town on Christmas Day, and would like to help out in the community in some way. Any recommendations?

I’m sure the “06880″ community has plenty of great ideas for volunteer efforts. Just click the “Comments” button.

PS:  Anyone can help in any way. The responses are not limited to the woman who wrote asking for ideas!

Enter “06880″‘s 1st Annual Holiday Contest

Is it just me, or do you notice fewer decorations — lights, Santas, even wreaths — in Westport this holiday season?

True or not, there are still plenty of festively decorated homes around.

And “06880″ readers are invited to share their favorites with everyone.

Just send a photo to dwoog@optonline.net. It can be your own, or a friend or neighbor’s.

I’ll post them; then you vote. The winner receives a lifetime subscription to “06880.”

Ho ho ho.

Thanks A Lot!

The “Comments” page of “06880″ has been filled with wild stuff the past year.  Crazy drivers, crazy weather, crazy crap going down at The Farm  — if I’ve written about it, you’ve commented on it.

Today, let’s play nice.

We’ll devote this post’s “Comments” to a simple topic:  whatever we have to be thankful for.

I’ll start it off.  I’m thankful that I live in such a beautiful, creative, compassionate, involved and supportive town.

I’m thankful for the thousands of readers who make “06880″ such an interesting labor of love.

And I’m thankful that despite all the craziness that sometimes threatens to drown us, we somehow manage to keep our heads above water, shake ourselves dry, and find our way back to firm, familiar land.

Oh, yeah.  I’m also thankful for electricity.  It’s on, most of the time.

Now it’s your turn.  What are you thankful for?  Just click the “Comments” link.

Thank you!

Westport illustrator Stevan Dohanos' "Saturday Evening Post" cover, Thanksgiving 1941 -- 70 years ago today.

After The Fire

Yesterday afternoon — a glorious fall Sunday — a woman stood in Colonial Green. She was taking photos of Saugatuck Congregational Church, across the street.

And why not?

It’s a magnificent building — as beautiful and iconic as any New England church should be.  It’s the perfect image of Westport — even if it’s been there, on the corner of the Post Road and Myrtle Avenue, since “only” 1950.

(Fun fact:  That year, the church was moved — very slowly, on a bed of logs — from its spot across US1 a few hundred yards away, where the Sunoco station now stands.  Life Magazine covered the event.)

More importantly, for nearly 180 years the Saugatuck Church has played a vital role in the life of our entire town.  More than 50 different 12-step groups meet daily there.  The church hosts a thriving nursery school, and many other community groups.

A fire last night destroyed part of the magnificent structure — thankfully (if one can say that) the back, not the sanctuary or steeple.

But the fire came at a particularly bad time.  On Thursday, 300 diners would have relished the traditional Thanksgiving feast.  Next month, the same number would have gathered for a Christmas meal.

Offers have already poured in to cover those 2 events, and provide a place for the AA and other meetings, as well as the nursery school.

The entire town will help the Saugatuck Congregational Church, and its members — just as, for nearly 2 centuries, they have helped all of us.

In the meantime, our prayers are with all congregants, and clergy, of this wonderful church.

Firefighters from Westport and surrounding towns did a great job saving most of the Saugatuck Congregational Church last night. (Photo/Cathy Zuraw for the Westport News)

Power To The “06880″ People

Alert, loyal and very generous “06880″ reader Terry Brannigan writes:

I can’t believe I’m just thinking of this now, but if any of your readers are without power and need a place to go, we have plenty of room.

How’s that for a spectacular offer?  First come, first served: terence.brannigan@gartner.com.

Nobody Here But Us Chickens

Katherine Hooper is a talented Westport photographer.  Recently, she started a blog based on her intriguing shots.

One post showed this photo, from Newtown Turnpike:

Katherine wrote:

There is a strange phenomenon going on where I live in Westport, CT.  It seems everyone in town wants to be a chicken farmer.

Doctors, Wall Street guys, real estate agents, yada yada yada, all seem to have sprung chicken coops in their backyards over night.  Westport is an upscale surburban community about an hour from Manhattan.  Here you would expect the members of the community to exercise too much, travel the globe and get overly involved in their kids sports.

This all may be true but Westport can also be a real small town where people get involved in local causes, care about their neighbors, the environment and appreciate the basics.  I believe Westporters want to make the world a better place and start right here at home.

Now I am not sure what raising chickens has to do with all this but I love receiving fresh eggs from all my friends and taking pics of all the new chicks in town!

Among those chicks:

This one’s from Cypress Pond Road.

Just a few days earlier I’d seen chickens at a friend’s house, on Bayberry Lane.

Clearly, this is a case of chickens coming home to Westport to roost.