Monthly Archives: April 2010

Prom?

If you drove past Green’s Farms Elementary School this weekend, you couldn’t miss it.

There on the right field hill of the diamond — written in huge white letters — was the plea:  “#3  Prom?”

Because Green’s Farms is the Staples softball team’s home field, we assume some guy wants whoever wears #3 for the Wreckers to go to the junior or senior prom.

“06880” readers — help an inquiring town.  If you know anything —

  • Who is #3?
  • Who asked her?
  • Did she say yes?

— click the “Comments” link at the top or bottom of this post.

50 Weddings

Everyone connected with Longshore is getting into the 50th anniversary act.

The Rotary Club will honor Herb Baldwin — the former 1st selectman who played a key role in the town’s 1960 purchase of the former country club — at their annual golf/tennis outing in June.

Longshore Sailing School is sponsoring a reunion for 50 years’ worth of staff and students.

And let’s not forget the Inn.

On October 24 that building will host a “Westport Wedding Tour” — Westporter Andrea Rourke’s exhibition for brides-to-be (and any grooms who do not claim shotgun on football games).  She has organized many such events in the past — but this is the 1st in her hometown.

Over the years, Longshore has been the site of a bajillion weddings. Was yours one of them? (Photo courtesy of The Inn at Longshore)

As part of the decor — along with flowers and wedding cakes — Andrea hopes to show photos of couples who were married at the Inn.

A gallery of photos — many, presumably, taken on the broad lawn between the Inn and the Sound — will show how much Longshore has changed over 50 years.

And how timeless it is.

(Interested in contributing your Longshore wedding photo?  Want more information on the “Westport Wedding Tour”?  Call 800-272-3976, or click on www.weddingdayonline.com)

Behind Closed Doors?

Jews and substance abuse.

To some, that’s an oxymoron.  To others — Jewish community leaders and addiction professionals alike — that denial is as much a problem as alcohol and drugs themselves.

Which is why on Wednesday, April 21, Jewish Family Service is co-sponsoring an interactive panel discussion:  “Behind Closed Doors?  Alcoholism & Addiction in the Jewish Community.”

The free event is set for 7 p.m. at the 420 Post Road West offices of Positive Directions, the non-profit, non-sectarian social service agency that is also sponsoring the event.

Panelists — including addiction experts; the coordinator of JFS’s J PASS program (Jewish Partnership for Addiction Support and Services), and a Jewish man in recovery — will discuss long-standing cultural and religious traditions surrounding the issue of substance abuse, and describe services available to the Jewish community.

“Alcohol, gambling and other addictions run under the radar in Jewish communities,” said Eve Moskowitz, JFS director of clinical services.

“Jews don’t have a place to address addictions, because they and their families think it’s not appropriate for them to have addictions.”

“AA is wonderful, but Jews don’t always go there,” added Marty Hauhuth, executive director of Positive Directions.  “A lot of meetings are held in churches, and they end with the Lord’s Prayer.”

JFS tried a similar program, with limited success.  So they’ve partnered with Positive Directions, in hopes of reaching a broader audience.

This is not Positive Directions’ 1st time addressing the issue.  They’ve worked with the UJA on a “Jews in Recovery” program, as well as with the JFS on a better-attended session at the Westport Y.

Is this the 1st religious group that has partnered with Positive Directions?  Hauhuth paused to think.

Temple Israel has always been very generous with funding for Positive Directions, and so have several churches,” she noted.  “And we get many referrals from religious groups, all the time.  We’re always open to any community group that wants to work with us.”

(For more information, call Positive Directions at 203-227-7644, or Eve Moskowitz at 203-921-4161.)

Remembering Cliff Barton

Cliff Barton — a longtime Westport educator — died last week.  He was 90, and had recently suffered a stroke.

An outstanding student who attended Florida A&M University on an athletic scholarship, he was a skilled practitioner of jewelry casting before earning a masters degree in education and organizational theory from Columbia University’s Teachers College.

He joined the Westport school system in 1958, and over the next 29 years served as a teacher, speech pathologist and assistant superintendent.  Throughout his career he maintained a private practice as a speech pathologist and educational consultant.

In 1958 Cliff and his wife Sylvia purchased a home on Stonecrop Road in Norwalk, integrating the neighborhood.  Cliff involved himself in a wide range of civic affairs — including the Norwalk Redevelopment Agency, the Mayor’s Blue Ribbon Commission on Race Relations, the Carver Foundation, the Mid-Fairfield Child Guidance Center, Norwalk Hospital, and the Norwalk Power Squadron — that continued until his death.  He was a founding  member of the boards of the Norwalk Arts Council and Norwalk Maritime Center.

Veteran Westport educator Garry Meyers remembers Cliff Barton:

In my third of a century of Westport teaching experience, Cliff is one of the last of the greats.  He’s right up there with Gladys Mansir, Wyatt Teubert, Charlie Burke, Tony Arciola, Harold Allen, Nick Georgis and Gerry Rast, among others.

All these professionals, with diversified personalities and academic perspectives — committed to the quality education of every kid — put Westport on the Gold Coast map.

The local community of Gray Flannel suits in the time of the Famous Artists Schools wanted the best.  Then, with the Soviet challenge of Sputnik, the national government wanted the best in education as well.

The dialogue about various teaching approaches in the new Staples High School faculty room — for the first time mixed with males and females — was constant and intense, loud, humorous, sometimes angry, always provocative.

Cliff Barton, then a speech teacher who traveled among the different Westport schools and administrative offices, often punctuated the emotional dialogue with a non-controversial observation that was sane, possible and always respected.

Cliff put his words into practice as an administrator.  As the head of special education and a former teacher, he recognized the complexity of kids with physical, emotional and academic needs.  Cliff understood the political task of integrating them and their parents into the regular school community.

Adams Academy, where Cliff Barton worked his magic.

And he recognized the importance of his staff in getting the job done.  In characteristic gentlemanly style, Cliff insisted that all teachers tar themselves away from their demanding, often isolated involvement to meet every Wednesday in the supportive, informal Adams Academy — the 1-room schoolhouse away from typical, overly administrative property — where Miracle Workers could see each other as normal people.

Cliff exuded trust in us whenever we might lose trust in ourselves.  This respect and confidence ultimately extended beyond the meetings and beyond the school, into our private lives.

When I visited my former partner, former boss and old friend for the last time, I held his hand.  He clasped mine in return and whispered reassurance:  “Our paths will cross again.”

(Donations in Cliff Barton’s memory can be made to the Carver Foundation [www.carvercenterct.org] or the Norwalk Maritime Center Children’s Opportunity Fund, 10 N. Water St., Norwalk, CT 06854.)

Hop Into The Bar Car

You’ve heard of bar-hopping.

Westport may soon be home to bar car-hopping.

The Planning and Zoning Commission will hear a pre-application tonight for a new restaurant — The Bar Car — on Railroad Place, just a stumble away from the train station.

WestportNow reports that the applicants of the cleverly named wine and beer bar (with a small food menu) plan to gear it toward “experienced drinkers.”

Whew.

That should make approval much easier than if the target crowd was “inexperienced drinkers.”

The fun doesn't stop once you get off the train. (Photo by Liz Clayton)

Saab Story

The closing of Curran Cadillac drew a lot of attention last year.

This week, Saab of Westport left town without so much as a toot of the horn.

The website still touts itself as “Connecticut’s #1 Saab Retail Sales Leader for 2008” — big whoop — but after nearly 3 decades on Post Road West opposite King’s Highway Elementary, the Westport dealer has “merged” with its sister showroom, Saab of Greenwich.

Speaking to the Danbury News-Times, Pat Ryan — president of Saab of Westport — offered up the usual buzzwords:  increased operating efficiencies, economies of scale, yada yada yada.

Once upon a time, Saabs were Westport icons — stylish, well-built, Sweden’s automotive version of Ikea.

Lately though, they’ve become just another brand.  GM bought the company, and after months of shopping around finally unloaded it to a Dutch firm no one’s ever heard of.

The 2-acre Westport property is up for lease.  It’s prime real estate, with plenty of parking.  For years its neighbor was Steele’s Texaco, 1 of the last gas stations that actually did repair work too.

Today, that triangular corner at the intersection of King’s Highway North is a generic office building.

What will replace Saab of Westport?

Don’t even go there.

Bloody Marys And The Mill Pond

Terry Brannigan is a native Westporter.  He still lives here — and, with his wife, is raising a young family.  Last week he went to the library to see “The End of an Era” — Chuck Tannen’s film about our town in the before-Terry-was-born 1950s. Here’s his report:

When I got to the library I should have known I’d be in trouble.  Drivers circling the lot for parking spaces were as aggressive as the shoppers at Wal-Mart on Black Friday.

When I got inside, the place was packed.  The movie was already under way, and a semi-angry mob waited in the lobby for a 2nd showing.   I distracted the bouncer at the door long enough to peer inside.

Since I already had a “hall pass” from my wife, I debated staying for the next show, going home or finding a Bloody Mary somewhere.  I settled on #3.

I pulled into the parking lot of the River House Tavern and met the same aggressive drivers looking for parking spaces, only this time we all shared the conviction of someone looking for Bloody Marys.  I found a spot and headed inside alone (a therapist would call this a cry for help).

As I approached the door I was flooded with my own Westport memories.  Owner Scott Rochlin and I went to Staples together, and I count him as a friend.

This is all that remains of Allen's Clam House. (Photo courtesy of Westportct.gov)

We both did our internships at Allen’s Clam House behind the broiler working for Wayne Uccellini, and now Scott owns his own place.  Back then I worked as hard as I ever have in my life, and I can’t tell you how proud I was to sport a chef’s jacket next to Wayne.

Back then everyone seemed to work.  Allen’s was as good a place to be on a Friday night as anywhere else, because Wayne employed half the football and soccer teams.  Being on the broiler (as opposed to the dish washing line) did more for my social status than being elected Homecoming King would have.

Walking up to Scott’s restaurant on a night when I had planned to revisit Westport memories at the library triggered all kinds of my own memories — 99% of them great.  My folks’ 1st house in Westport 50-plus years ago was on Old Mill Beach.  I take my 3 boys to the bridges at Old Mill all the time.  It is as familiar to me as it when I was 10.  However, now as a parent I cringe at the thought of them jumping off the bridge into the current and being swept under the “gates,” only to pop out the other side — as we did for fun and honor back then.

Generations of Westporters have jumped off the Sherwood Mill Pond bridge.

If I squint, the beautiful Newport shingle cottages behind the “No Trespassing” sign on the island look like the bungalows of my youth.  I wonder if I would be grandfathered visitation rights along the sidewalk if I told them my father donated to the state the spit of land out there he was willed by “Loretta” of Loretta Court fame, or if I would be turned away as a trespasser?

Just as importantly, Steve Gargiulo caught a bluefish with his bare hands in the shallows of Old Mill.  I was there to witness it.

I walked up to the River House feeling a bit weird because at 49, I’d never gone into a bar by myself.  But I recognized someone standing outside, and got a big smile.  Stepping inside, I felt a bit like Norm walking into Cheers.  Sometimes I lament that I’m so provincial and live in the same town I grew up in, but guess what?  That town is Westport, and there really is something to be said about growing old(er) in your own home.  I live 2 1/2 miles away from my parents, and my boys see them every week.

At the River House we covered all the topics Wednesday night:  friendships, funny stories, institutions (Allen’s, the Playhouse, my favorite — The Penguin — and more).  We talked about all the famous and infamous local characters and personalities.

In the end, even though I did not see the documentary — it did what it intended.  It made me think about growing up here.

I’m sure similar reminiscences took place all over town.  No matter how old we were — or are now — Westport has that effect.


Joe Thorndike’s Tea Party

Tomorrow is Tax Day.

Sorry for the buzzkill, but it’s as inevitable as death:  On April 15, our taxes are due.

The Tea Party movement is not real big on taxes, of course (unless they’re used to pay members’ Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, disability, unemployment claims, or any other program that benefits them but not anyone they don’t like).

Tea Partiers are using Tax Day to highlight their claim that today’s taxes are too high.  They’re holding a Massachusetts event that harkens back to the good old days — 1773 — when their forefathers tossed tea into Boston Harbor.

That protest won’t hold water, says former Westporter Joe Thorndike.

The 1984 Staples graduate — now director of the Tax History Project at the nonprofit group Tax Analysts — set the record straight earlier today, on NPR’s “Morning Edition.”

“It’s so ridiculous,” he said.  “People dressing up and throwing crates of tea over the side of the ship — it’s like a nice little picture we can put in our head.”

The protest was really over “taxation without representation,” Thorndike said.

The original Tea Party argued that the British did not have a right to impose a tax on the Colonies, because the Colonies did not have representation in Parliament.

“That’s a very different sort of message than saying, ‘This tax is just too damn high for us,'” Thorndike added.

Last time I checked, every Tea Party member had the right to vote for his or her president, senator, congressman, governor and state representative.  People vote; the majority rules.

That’s why it’s called a “democracy.”

Throwing a Tea Party, Boston-style.

Are You Drinking Recycled Wastewater?

A scrumptious breakfast buffet.  Hot coffee and cold orange juice.  Plenty of recycled wastewater, straight from your septic system to you.

That’s the menu offered up at this Friday morning’s Sunrise Rotary Club meeting (April 16, 7:30 a.m. at Bobby Q’s).

Sure, it’s not the usual Rotary fare.  If it was, it wouldn’t have made the cut as an “06880”-worthy item.

(Courtesy of North Georgia Water)

Jonathan Steinberg and Helen Martin-Block — 2 members of Westport RTM’s Septic Education Task Force — will tell the Rotarians how they (the task force) function, and how beneficial septic systems are to Westporters who have them, their neighborhoods, and the environment at large.

The septic educators (2 words that never before in history were used together) gave a similar talk yesterday to Westport’s other Rotary Club.

According to Steinberg, some Westporters may be unaware that “the effluent of septic tanks soaks into the ground where naturally occurring bacteria provided by Mother Nature does a magnificent job of purifying it, enabling it to be drawn up from wells and consumed again.”

Go figure.

Speaking of figures:  Of Westport’s 10,000 households, 6,000 have septic systems.  Their proper care and maintenance directly impacts water quality and the environment.

The Septic Education Task Force hopes its creative approach will “instruct, entertain and lead to improved septic system management practices on a long-term basis.”

Bon appetit!

(Guests are welcome at tomorrow’s Sunrise Rotary breakfast meeting.  The $12 fee includes a breakfast buffet, but no recycled wastewater.  For more information, contact president John Hendrickson:  jendri@optonline.net)

Party At Longshore!

For a few weeks now, we’ve heard about Longshore’s 50th anniversary celebration.

We’ve been reminded of the town’s visionary purchase of the failing country club in 1960 — saving it from being chopped up into hundreds of building lots — and we’ve learned about the property’s past as farms and fields.

Enough of history.  Let’s party!

The Longshore 50th anniversary committee is throwing a 1960s cocktail dance party.  Cracked Ice — a rock/soul/pop/funk/jazz group led by Crispin Cioe, who has toured with the Stones, Aretha and Ray Charles — will highlight the May 20 bash.

Organizers suggest ’60s attire, hairdos and dances.

But remember:  This is the 2010s.  It’s a cocktail dance party.  Leave the — well, you know — at home.

(Tickets for the May 20 cocktail dance party are $75 [by April 30] and $85 [May 1 and after].  Checks payable to “Town of Westport,” with “Longshore 50” on the memo line, should be sent to Mike Pettee, 517 Harvest Commons, Westport 06880.  Proceeds will help collect and preserve Longshore’s rich history.  For more ticket information, call Mike at 203-227-0473, or email him:  mopettee@optonline.net)