Monthly Archives: July 2009

Bike For Life

In her mid-50s, working in healthcare, Dorothy Fong saw the results of sedentary lifestyles.  Realizing she herself didn’t exercise, she began rollerskating.

She loved it — until she fell.

Dorothy Fong

Dorothy Fong

Bicycling offered a safer alternative.  Dorothy hadn’t ridden since she was 14, but picking it up again was as easy as riding a bike simple.

She joined a bike club near her Brooklyn home, and learned about new-fangled brakes, drop bars and other innovations.

“I was happy and passionate,” Dorothy recalls.  “It was fun and healthy.”  The simple act of pedaling outdoors — where every day is a different ride — felt exhilarating.

Dorothy bicycled in Mexico, Europe, New Zealand, and throughout the United States.   She moved here in 1998 to be near her son, and rides all around Westport.

Now Dorothy — 79 years young — hopes to ride with others.  Fellow seniors are perfect.

“I want people to be as happy as I am, doing something they may not even know they’d enjoy,” she says. “So many people used to ride bikes.  But we grew up, had less time, and put our bikes in the garage.”

She’s searching for folks with basic bicycling skills, a bike in good condition, and a helmet.  She puts herself in their shoes — perhaps a little rusty, unsure of traffic conditions and modern biking etiquette — and offers to help.

Dorothy looks forward to showing off safe, less traveled roads like Beachside Avenue (“very pretty, not hilly, not a lot of traffic, very comfortable”), and parts of Cross Highway, Routes 136 and 58.  The Compo Beach area is excellent too.

Dorothy and a friend posted flyers at the Senior Center, and around town.  No one called.

For a chance to get back in the driver’s — er, bicyclist’s — seat, while having fun, healthy exercise, call Dorothy at 203-856-8620.  Or email her:  dafong100@hotmail.com.

The Supreme Court Comes To Westport

Abe Fortas (courtesy of Wikipedia)

Abe Fortas (courtesy of Wikipedia)

As Sonia Sotomayor prepares for next week’s confirmation hearings, 1 Westporter’s thoughts turn to another Supreme Court justice.  As with everything else in the world, there’s a Westport connection.

Adam Stolpen — an attorney and local resident for over 50 years — spent many weekends with Abe Fortas and his wife Carol at their Minute Man Hill summer home.  Fortas was a Supreme Court justice from 1965 until 1969, when — after being nominated by Lyndon Johnson to replace Earl Warren as Chief Justice, yet not receiving Senate confirmation — he resigned under pressure.

“Abe would work around the house, while Carol — an Arnold & Porter senior tax partner — gardened at their 19th century farmhouse at the very top of the hill,” Stolpen recalls.

Nearly every day,  the couple walked to Compo Beach.  They’d drink martinis, swim in the Sound, and get burgers and dogs from Chubby Lane’s (the concession stand prior to Joey’s), Stolpen says.

Sometimes they were alone.  Often, they brought high-powered Washington guests.   Justice William O. Douglas and his wife visited; so did Isaac Stern.   Lyndon Johnson came too, Stolpen says, though not while president.

When the Fortases moved from Westport, they offered to sell their large farmhouse on Minute Man Hill — with water views and several acres — to Stolpen.  The price:  $60,000.

He declined.

The Boss At Bobby Q’s

Bruce Springsteen is from New Jersey.  So is Frank Bergonzi.

The similarity does not end there.

Frank Bergonzi

Frank Bergonzi

Frank — a long-time Westporter who commutes every day to the Garden State (he’s a BASF executive) — spends his spare time fronting Lost in the Flood, a Bruce tribute band.  They’ve been playing the tri-state region for years, developing a following almost as fanatic as The Boss’s.

Tomorrow they come to my hometown.  They’re playing a 9 p.m. show on Bobby Q’s roof.  The dancing in the dark promises to be great — but even greater is the cause.  For the past 5 years Lost in the Flood has donated funds from this gig to the Westport Fire Department — which passes it along to the Connecticut Burns Care Foundation.  Last year the benefit passed the $10,000 mark.

Like a good Jersey boy, Frank grew up listening to Bruce.  (His 3 good Connecticut kids have done the same.)  Frank also performed in musicals in high school — a fact that surprises those who know him as a jock.  At UConn he was in a southern rock band.

Shortly after 9/11, Frank and fellow Westporter Steve Goldstein played an acoustic set to benefit the fire department.  They included tunes from Bruce’s post-9/11 album “The Rising.”  Two years later Frank auditioned to be Lost in the Flood’s vocalist.  It’s been glory days ever since.

Lost in the Flood - Bruce Springsteen tribute band9/11 still resonates with the entire band.  The bass player’s wife lost her 1st husband in the Twin Towers.  Frank often dedicates “The Rising” to her and her children.  Frank thinks about him throughout the song — “and others like him who lost their lives, just going to work that day.”

See you tomorrow night, on Bobby Q’s roof.  You’ll love the spirit in the night.

Scenes From An Italian Festival

Couldn’t get to tonight’s opening of the Festival Italiano?  Here’s what you missed.

Play Gumball -- win a prize. Is this a great country or what?

Play Gumball -- win a prize. Is this a great country or what?

Festival director Roberta Troy and grand marshal Buck Iannacone exchange glances during the parade.

Festival director Roberta Troy and grand marshal Buck Iannacone exchange glances during the parade.

A future NRA member tries his hand at a fun gun game.

A future NRA member tries his hand at a fun gun game.

More guns!  This parade vehicle proudly flies the American and Italian flags.

More guns! This parade vehicle proudly flies the American and Italian flags.

I'm not sure what these are, but they were for sale at the Italian Fest.

I'm not sure what these are, but they were for sale at the Italian Fest.

Dieters, beware: Festival Italiano is not for you!

Dieters, beware: Festival Italiano is not for you!

Benvenuto, Festival Italiano!

Westport's Festival ItalianoThe reports of its death were greatly exaggerated.

For several years, each Italian Festival was rumored to be the last.  But — as Westport commuters have known for a week — the 26th annual Festival Italiano kicks off tonight, in Luciano Park (and the adjacent railroad parking lot).

That’s great news for Westporters, Italians from as far as New Haven and Brooklyn, fans of fried dough — everyone, that is, except anyone trying to catch a train.

Gates open tonight at 6 p.m.  At 7:30 a parade wends its way down Riverside and Saugatuck Avenues, to Franklin Street and the park.  Buck Iannacone is the latest in a long line of Saugatuck legends to serve as grand marshal.

If you’ve never seen this parade:  go!  It’s nothing like the endless, Little League-filled Memorial Day one.   This is quicker, more intimate, and totally random.  It’s a trip back in time, to the days when Saugatuck was a close-knit, thriving Italian community.  Ironically, the parade passes directly underneath I-95 — the same structure that tore Saugatuck apart forever.

But that was then, and Festival Italiano is now.  There are pony rides, a carousel and Ferris wheel, a dunk tank, an amusement arcade where you’ll spend too much money trying to win a stuffed animal — everything a carnival should have.  (Though I’ll never understand why an Italian Fest sells Chinese and Greek food.)

Plus — and this never gets the publicity it should — it’s all for a good cause.  The sponsoring Sons of Italy have distributed over $1.7 million to more than 40 charities since the first Festival in 1984.  That’s as good a reason as any to go.

Though some people would say it’s the fried dough.

(Hours tonight and tomorrow:  6-11 p.m.  Saturday:  12 noon-11 p.m.  Sunday: 12 noon-10 p.m.  After tonight’s parade, various bands and the Staples Players will perform in Luciano Park.)

The Sidewalks Of Westport

Westport Sidewalk Sale

Playhouse Square’s Sidewalk Sale runs tomorrow through Sunday (above); the downtown Sidewalk Sale starts Friday.

In this tough economy, I bet you can buy a sidewalk for a song.

Remembering Mario Sacco

Marios Place Westport CTMario Sacco, who 4 decades ago founded Mario’s Place with Frank DeMace, has died.

A posting on the Facebook group “Mario’s Place Was/Is The Best Place to Work and Eat!!!” announced his death, while on a trip to Mississippi with his wife.  His body has been cremated.  No further details were available.

While nearly every other Westport restaurant has come and gone — many times over — Mario’s was a model of consistency.  The menu seldom changed; the drinks and decor were always the same — and that comfortable atmosphere made it a Westport landmark.  For 40 years Mario’s has been the go-to place for Westport commuters, families, and folks celebrating birthdays, anniversaries and promotions (or commiserating over job losses and divorces).

Mario is gone.  But his name will live on — above the door, and in our town’s memory — for decades to come.

Alan Yoder’s EMS Years

Alan Yoder

Alan Yoder

Thirty years ago — in addition to many other chores — Westport police officers drove ambulances.

There had to be a better way, people thought, and Emergency Medical Services was born.  Ed Audley recruited personnel.  Among the first was Alan Yoder — a pretzel truck driver who’d worked as a summer EMT at Sherwood Island.

EMS grew rapidly.  Today the non-profit organization staffs several ambulances.  It also raises funds to purchase all vehicles, equipment, communication gear and training material.

EMTs are on duty 24/7/365.  They respond to over 2,100 medical emergencies a year, while also staffing sporting events and other community activities.

Last week Yoder — the EMS coordinator — left the organization he’d been a key part of for 30 years.  (His wife also retired recently, after 25 years of service.)  On July 1 he took the town’s retirement incentive.  He looks forward to teaching emergency medicine, as he did early in his career.

Yoder will miss the excitement of working emergencies and taking care of patients.  But he looks back with pride at helping create a nationally recognized, self-sufficient corps of committed men and women.

He’s been thanked more times than he can count. “Knowing you made a difference in people’s lives — that why we do this,” he says.

For 30 years, Yoder did it — quietly, compassionately, calmly and professionally.

Thanks, Alan — and thanks too for helping create a corps that will carry on your legacy so well.

Honoring Susan, And Her Fund

The Susan FundWestport is fortunate to be filled with funds and foundations.  Each has carved out its own niche.  All do good work, often with little recognition.

All too are worthy of mention.  But at the top of any list must be the Susan Fund.

Formed more than 25 years ago, it honors Susan Lloyd — a Staples cheerleader who lost a leg, and eventually her life, to cancer.  Each year the fund allows young cancer patients throughout Fairfield County to attend college.  This year it passed the $1 million mark in awards.

Late last month the Susan Fund held its annual reception at the Unitarian Church.  Over $60,000 in grants went to 22 students.  Two were from Westport:  Eric Goldschmidt, a junior at the Maryland Institute College of Art, and Marisa Dabice, a University of Colorado senior.

The ceremony is always moving.   Board members — who get very close to recipients during the yearly interview process — enjoy seeing them in a relaxed setting.  Recipients — who are recognized for their courageous efforts — can share their successes with other cancer patients.  The battle against cancer can be lonely, but the Susan Fund makes it a family effort.

One of the highlights last week was Marisa’s speech.  She said:

I was 17 years old and on the verge of graduation from Staples.  Less than 2 years earlier I was diagnosed with alveolar soft part sarcoma – an extremely rare type of cancer that has affected no more than 300 people worldwide.

During this time, I refused to let cancer affect my life more than it had to.  I did not speak with anyone about my “situation,” and for the sake of my family I never cried, nor did I express any sort of anger or sadness.  Because I felt that I could relate to no one and was incapable of being understood, I kept all my feelings on an emotional back burner.

This all changed the day a friend of the family told me about The Susan Fund.  At that moment, everything changed.  For the first time I would be challenged to acknowledge my cancer as reality.  In doing so, I began to see the Susan Fund as an opportunity to look to the future, and concentrate on the things I wanted to accomplish.

I vividly remember my first interview with the  board of directors.  I expected to meet just with Ann Lloyd to discuss my scholarship application.  When I walked into the room there were 13 smiling faces.  All were interested in knowing more about me and what I wanted to accomplish at the University of Colorado.

That day I fell in love with everyone in that room at Town Hall.  They challenged me to question my educational and career goals, and allowed to me to reflect on the life I would live post-cancer.  It was exhilarating to be defined not by the randomness of my illness, but to be defined — and ultimately rewarded — for the things I cherish most in life:  international and domestic volunteerism, a strong work ethic, travel abroad, and academic success.

Every year since, I have looked forward to my next Susan Fund application and meeting with the board.  It allows me to experience a yearly self-reflection of my goals and opportunities, while knowing that a few thousand miles away from Boulder there are people who not only truly care for me, but believe I am capable of achieving my goals.  This support group encourages me to make the best of every educational opportunity, and challenges me to work with diligence and determination in every class.

With the support of The Susan Fund’s amazing group of directors I have excelled at my major of international relations, traveled extensively throughout Europe, worked for the Council on International Educational Exchange in Sevilla (where I became fluent in Spanish), and made the Dean’s List.  I have been motivated to achieve my yearly goals, and I continue to create new.

The love and support I have felt from The Susan Fund board these past 4 years is immeasurable, and the admiration I have for them is unquestionable.  I thank the Susan Fund each day of my life for believing in a 17-year-old girl who was unsure of what she was capable of, and helping her grow into a young woman who knows that she can do it all.

(To learn more about the Susan Fund — or donate to it — click here.)

Ebbets Field Lives — In Westport

Craig “Doc” Davidson is too young to have seen Ebbets Field.  The Brooklyn Dodgers abandoned their famed stadium in 1957, when he was 5.

So the 1970 Staples grad — and avid baseball fan — did the best thing he could:  He painted a mural of it inside the fence surrounding his Compo Beach home.

Of course, calling this a “mural” is like saying Barry Bonds bulked up a bit late in his career.  Doc checked with the Hall of Fame to ensure historical accuracy — from the scoreboard showing a 1955 World Series game against the Yankees (that’s why the stadium’s full) to the Abe Stark right-centerfield ad (“hit sign, win suit”).

Doc acknowledges two anomalies:  Batter Duke Snider was actually a lefty.  (Doc had him bat righty so mural viewers would not see his back).  And Hilda Chester, the Bums’ famed cowbell-banging fan, sat in the bleachers.  (Doc put her in the grandstand because he did not paint bleacher faces.)

The current mural is actually Doc’s 2nd.  The 1st rotted away.  He had a little help from his friends — Howard Munce painted the dugout — but this work of art is truly a Doc Davidson original.

Is it on par with the Sistine Chapel?  Of course not.

It’s better.

Doc Davidson stands in front of his mural.  Yes, those are all individual fans.

Doc Davidson stands in front of his mural (that's his grill in the lower right corner). Yes, those are all individual fans.

Play ball!  Here's the Ebbets Field infield -- with Jackie Robinson stealing 3rd base.

Play ball! Here's the Ebbets Field infield -- with Jackie Robinson stealing 3rd base.

Center and right field.  Note the Abe Stark "hit sign, win suit" ad.

Center and right field. The Abe Stark ad is below the Schaefer scoreboard.