Monthly Archives: April 2010

Everything New Is Old Again

Radio station 96.7 The Coast set up its mobile unit in front of the Verizon store in Compo Shopping Center today.

That’s fine.  I have no problem with them handing out promotional items and blocking the sidewalk, so long as the landlord doesn’t.

I am concerned, however, that the station insists on calling itself “The NEW 96.7 The Coast.”

They’re not new.  They’ve been The Coast for several years now.  They play the same songs over and over again.  And those songs are hardly “Fairfield County’s Greatest Hits.”

96.7 is not “NEW.”  The iPad is new.  The Coast is not an Apple Lisa, but it’s getting there.

I asked one of the promotionettes why 96.7 still insists on calling itself “NEW.”

“That’s a good question,” she said.  “I ask myself why a lot!”

Welcome To Westport!

Corinne Trang

Corinne Trang is an award-winning cookbook author, expert on Asian cuisines and cultures, beverage and food consultant, lecturer, spokesperson, chef, recipe developer, and lifestyle writer.

(Hey, that’s what her bio says.)

She’s also a new resident of Westport.

In just a few months, Corinne has become as big a town fan as any realtor or Chamber of Commerce booster.

A recent post on her blog began:

I’m in Westport, CT, a place I visited for the first time last Fall and instantly fell in love with. From the new deck of my charming little cottage, I see the Long Island Sound and the beautiful indigo sky over it.

Beneath is the beach, a mixture of soft sand, tiny round pebbles, seashells, and algae. Brutal is the cold this morning, but I can’t help standing here. Leaning against the railing, I look out into the horizon, the view so calming I feel the weight of New York City where I’ve lived for the last 20 or more years slowly lifting off my shoulders.

Waking up at 5:30 a.m., she continues:

I like to ease into my day…looking at the beautiful sunrise against the puffy white clouds displaying a myriad of reflected shades of red, pink, orange and yellow and everything in between. My bed faces in that direction for the first glimpse of that stunning, painterly view. The tide is low, the birds walking on the basin’s ocean floor for hundreds of feet beyond the edge of the beach. Getting up, I have a good stretch, walk over to the porch and can’t believe that I have this, now, today.

Though Corinne’s kitchen is “most humble,” she loves it.  It is like none of her previous kitches, yet

somehow it feels right at this moment. And the old electric stove with a little boost from me puts out beautiful food. Perhaps, it’s because this new place is inspiring me to be open and create.

She enjoys breakfast on her porch, and thinks of her trips to

Italy, Thailand, Sweden, Corsica, Vietnam, Cambodia, Japan, Korea, and so on. I’ve traveled the world and have always been captured in some way or another by the local culture and its people.

Here in Westport, I feel similarly. I’m enthralled by my surroundings, excited to get to know this New England town. After a couple of months here, I’m ready to dig deeper into Westport and its neighboring towns.

Everything is always exciting when it’s new and fresh, but I have a feeling that Westport will keep being just that for me for many years to come. Having loved the mountain air, with no desire to live near the water until now, it is interesting to me, at this moment, that it was a boat ride and fishing excursion that got me here in the first place.

Well, fishing season is coming up and what better place to be than right here in Westport, CT. It seems to me that I’ve come home.

Welcome to Westport, Corinne.

Welcome home.

Who Needs Bank Of America…

…when we’ve got alert “06880” readers?

The downtown time-and-temperature sign may be kaput, but one Westporter knew how hot it was today just by checking her car’s dashboard.

So yes, it hit 100 degrees today in town.

Either that, or we’ve finally found a temperature gauge even more inaccurate than Bank of America’s.

Longshore Web Page Goes Live

There’s a new page on the town website.

The go-to place for information about the 50th anniverary of Westport’s purchase of Longshore, it takes some drilling to get to — or just click here.

The site includes information on the 169-acre park, and the year-long celebration that begins soon.  There is a donation form to help defray expenses.

Contact info is also available for anyone wishing to contribute memories, photos, movies or other memorabilia.

The calendar of events includes upcoming Westport Historical Society and Westport Public Library Longshore exhibitions; the Rotary Club’s golf and tennis outing honoring Herb Baldwin, the former first selectman and key mover in the 1960 purchase; and Longshore Sailing School’s own 50-year reunion. 

If that doesn’t wet whet your appetite, the 50th anniversary committee meets tomorrow (Thursday, April 8, 7 p.m., Town Hall Room 201).  The public is invited to attend.

Longshore, back in the day

Will Westport Be Fine Too?

I like reading David Brooks.

The New York Times columnist often infuriates me.  Sometimes he surprises me.  Always, he makes me think.

Yesterday’s piece — “Relax, We’ll Be Fine” — was particularly thought-provoking.

David Brooks (Courtesy of the New York Times)

Slapping down the doom-and-gloomsayers, Brooks describes “a great luscious orgy of optimism. ”  Despite all the problems, he wrote, “America’s future is exceedingly bright.”

Well!

Not one to simply declare, oh, say, “Morning in America,” Brooks backs up his sunny prediction with a slew of statistics.  (He also gets slammed hard in the Timeswebsite comments, by both the left and right.)

Seeking to make limoncello out of the columnist’s lemonade, I wonder if Brooks’ optimistic orgy applies to Westport, as well as New York, Washington, and all the normal places that are not those 3.

For one thing, Brooks says, as America’s population surges by 100 million people over the next 40 years, our country will become “enterprising and relatively young.”  In 2050 only a quarter of us (er, you — I don’t think I’ll be around) will be over 60.

Will this still be viable housing in 2050? If so, for whom?

That should put a spring in your step.  But:  Will Westport follow suit?  Will our town be more affordable to young people in 2050 than 2010?  Will we attract young singles?  Perhaps people will have more children, realizing that the large homes being built today can contain “Big Love”-size families.

Brooks notes the trend toward “neo-downtowns — suburban gathering spots where people can dine, work, go to the movies and enjoy public space.”

That’s one of the ideas behind the current revitalization of Saugatuck.  There will be retail space, offices and residences.  It’s envisioned to be a lively, exciting place — the 2010s version of that 1910s neighborhood. 

Will Saugatuck stand alone, or will other sections of Westport follow?  Who knows?  But it’s certainly an exciting prospect (particularly the part about a movie theater ). 

Brooks hails America’s position as a “magnet for immigrants.”  Half the world’s skilled immigrants come here, he says — and they start a quarter of all new venture-backed public companies.

Despite its Stepford stereotype, Westport is a magnet for those abroad too.  I wouldn’t call them “immigrants” exactly — most here work for international corporations and banks — but keep your ears open at the beach any day, and you’re bound to hear a number of foreign tongues.

Will Westport continue to attract these global citizens?  What should we do to keep them — and how can we leverage their experiences and talents to improve our community?

Will Wall Street and Westport be synonymous in years to come?

Brooks also calls the U.S. a world leader in economic competitiveness.  He cites our cutting-edge scientific and technological development.  In addition, the average American worker is nearly 10 times more productive than his Chinese counterpart.

But those are 2 areas in which Westport does not compete.  We’re not an R&D center or a manufacturing hub.  Our economic engines are finance and media.

In 2050, will those sectors continue to serve us well?  Will Wall Street still be around, and will our own Main Street be tethered to it?  What about Madison Avenue, and 30 Rock?

David Brooks peers intriguingly toward the mid-century mark.  Tuesday’s column might be eerily prescient — or 4 decades from now it could be passed around whatever succeeds the internet as a hilarious example of delusional thinking.

A lot can happen between 2010 and 2050.  Hell, a lot can happen between 2010 and 2011.

But it never hurts to look ahead, think, and wonder about where we’re going, how we’ll get there, and what our Westport world will look like if we arrive.

Italian Fest To Honor Lou Santella

This year’s Italian Festival will honor Lou Santella.

The founding member, longtime director and unofficial “Mayor of Saugatuck,” who died earlier this year, will be remembered at the annual event, set for July 8-11.

Tim Romano is grand marshal for the Thursday evening parade.

The Italian Festival tradition — rides, food, music from the like of the Duprees and Emil Stucchio — will continue, though for the 1st time since its founding 27 years ago Lou Santella’s warm, welcoming spirit will be only a memory.

The Italian Fest is an integral part of Westport life.  It took a lot of hard work by Lou, and others, to resurrect what long ago was known as the Feast of St. Anthony.

Today, it may be harder than ever to keep the Festival going.

Director Roberta DellaDonna Troy and grand marshal Buck Iannacone enjoy last year's Italian Festival parade.

Director Roberta DellaDonna Troy — who succeeded, and was mentored well by, Lou Santella — starts planning in early October.  She arranges for permits, tents, music and much more.

When set-up begins in early July, there are still only a handful of volunteers.

Many Westporters think the Italian Festival is a town-sponsored event.  It’s not.

Festival Italiano Inc. is a 501(c)3 operation.  It relies on the generosity of sponsors and volunteers.  Both are desperately needed.

Expenses are high.  Last year, the Italian Festival spent $31,800 for police, $28,000 for electrical services, and $6,000 for the Fire Department.

Besides providing 4 days of old-fashioned fun and entertainment, the Festival gives back plenty.  All money raised goes to charities ($10,000 in 2009) and scholarships (22 last year, each for $1,000). 

Most Westporters don’t know that.  They enjoy fried dough, Whack-a-Mole and doo-wop groups, without even thinking of the enormous amount of work that goes into each summer’s Italian Festival.

For 27 years — through heat waves, thunderstorms, and rumors of its own demise — Festival Italiano has been a boon to Westport.

Lou Santella’s legacy lives on.

(For more information — including volunteer operations — email robertatroy@aol.com)

The Things Dennis Mannion Carried

Staples is not a military campus.  Recruiters don’t walk the halls, and if they did they would not see students in ROTC uniforms.

Yet our high school hardly ignores reality.

Vice principal Richard Franzis — who served as a reservist in Iraq — talks often about his experience there.  Guidance counselors help students apply to the service academies, and encourage others to think about the military in lieu of college.

Then there are special events, like Dennis Mannion’s visit last week.

The Connecticut native earned a measure of fame when his photo appeared on the cover of “Dear America:  Letters Home From Vietnam,” the 1987 documentary in which people like Matt Dillon, Tom Berenger and Michael J. Fox read letters written 20 years earlier by people like Dennis Mannion, his company mates, and some of the other 2.1 million Americans who fought in that long-ago-but-just-yesterday war, halfway across the world.

Dennis was invited to Staples — where he’s spoken before — by English instructor Dan Geraghty.  Dan is also a former reservist.  When his sophomore students (like all 10th graders) read The Things They Carried Tim O’Brien’s harrowing, haunting and ultimately empowering tales of life in Alpha Company — he helps them examine every facet of war and peace.

They read, discuss, think about and try to make sense of concepts like honor and integrity, brutality and horror, good wars and bad wars, and everything in between.

It’s heavy stuff.  But there’s nothing like hearing about war from someone who’s been there.

Dennis warned the students:  “I’m not a hero.  This is not glamorous.  It’s not an adventure story.”

And then — for nearly 2 hours — he talked.

He described his youth:  Skating through high school caring only about football and girls; somehow making it to Notre Dame, only to flunk out; enlisting in the Marines.

He arrived in Vietnam in the fall of 1967.  One photo shows a young man wearing all new gear — except for his old, worn boots.  To avoid blisters, Dennis explained, Marines went to a huge tent filled with coffins, and found boots that had been discarded before their dead colleagues were shipped home.

He told the students what it’s like to wear 100 pounds of gear in 105-degree heat.  What he feared most:  Making a mistake that would get other people killed.  What it felt like to have explosive diarrhea while crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with other Marines, in the middle of a truck convoy.

There were moments of M*A*S*H-like levity:  trading whiskey for a parachute, under which he and his tentmate escaped the cold and wind.  A fellow Marine learned to catch dragonflies, sew their wings to his helmet, then luxuriate as the dragonfly snapped up the bugs and flies that tormented everyone else.

But those moments were overshadowed by a harsher reality.  Sometimes Marines killed water buffaloes — a Vietnamese community’s prized possession — out of frustration, or sheer boredom.

Sometimes mortars landed inches away.  Sometimes they killed, maimed or blinded his friends.

And sometimes Dennis fought brutal battles.

He was at Khe Sanh.

In a siege lasting nearly 3 months, 8,000 Marines faced 50,000 North Vietnamese.  Dennis took shrapnel.  Today — nearly 40 years later — doctors still monitor his wounds.

Yet he was lucky.  Twenty-eight of his friends were killed at Khe Sanh.

Dennis finally flew home to Connecticut.  His seatmate — a man in a business suit — asked where he’d been.  Vietnam, he said.  The man rang for a stewardess, and requested a seat as far away from Dennis as possible.

“In 1968 this country was nuts,” Dennis told the Staples students.  “I can’t even describe how crazy things were.”

Dennis Mannion

After briefly describing his life since then — he went to UConn, taught high school English for 30 years, and coached football — Dennis opened the floor to questions.

Someone asked what he thought about war today.

“Sending kids to fight anywhere should be the absolute last option — not the 2nd or 5th or 10th,” Dennis replied.  “Afghanistan I might buy.  Iraq, there’s no reason we should have gone in.”

After nearly 2 hours, Dennis was almost through.  Looking back on his own life, he had a few final words.

“As you move on from here, you’ll make choices,” Dennis told his Staples audience.

“Whatever you choose, some doors will open.  Others will close.  But those choices are yours — and yours alone.  You’ll live with them for the rest of your life.”

Manolo Is Not A Takeout Restaurant

Westport’s selectmen have plenty to do.  In addition to setting budgets, ensuring public safety and deciding where dogs can poop, our top 3 elected officials act as the town’s Traffic Authority.

This doesn’t need an emergency meeting — the sign’s been around since the Herb Baldwin days, probably — but at some point our selectmen might reconsider 15-minute parking on Church Lane.

I’m sure Cafe Manolo is not pleased that diners worry about tickets even before the menus arrive.

Across the street at the YMCA it takes 15 minutes just to climb the stairs to the locker room, change, then make your way back down to the pool.

The parking restriction might have worked when Manolo was a bank vault, and the Y was a firehouse.

But the streets of Westport are no longer filled with Packards, flivvers and horses.

Howard Munce’s Kiwi Connection

During World War II, Howard Munce was a Marine platoon sergeant.  En route to Guadalcanal, he and his unit spent a couple of months in New Zealand.

On their first weekend in a new camp at Papatoetoe, outside of Auckland, they were invited home by a local family.  It was a nice change:  Howard sat by a fire as a man, his wife and their two young children served tea and scones.

Howard was invited back, and over the next weeks a friendship developed.

Westport illustrator Howard Munce, long after his Marine Corps days.

He soon left New Zealand for battle (and the rank of lieutenant).  Back in the States on leave, his good friend and fellow illustrator Stevan Dohanos threw a party for Howard.  He sent a photo — complete with Stevan’s “Long Time No See” poster to his friends the Smithermans, but that was the last contact they had.

Until a couple of weeks ago.

That’s when Howard received a letter from the Smitherman children.  Now grown — in fact, now in their 70s — they sent greetings from New Zealand.

They enclosed plenty of photos.  “As soon as I saw the pictures of their mother and father, I had total recall,” Howard says.

The Smithermans had sent a letter to the Westport Public Library, seeking Howard’s address.  The staff there suggested Google — and voila!  After nearly 70 years, the wartime Marine and his other-side-of-the-world hosts were reunited.

“It was absolutely wonderful to hear from them,” Howard said.  “I still feel so much affection.”

So will he head Down Under, to visit the Smitherson “kids”?

“If I had the fare and the time, I’d be on my way,” Howard — now 94 years young — said.

No Exit

It’s taken me a long time to figure out what’s wrong with this sign, at the Westport Arts Center parking lot on Riverside Avenue.

Finally, I got it.  And it’s not 1 problem — it’s 3.

  1. “Exit” is underlined — but it’s the wrong word.  Underlining emphasizes a word — but the word that should be emphasized is not, not “exit.”  Underlining “exit” makes drivers who look quickly think it is the exit.
  2. All the words are the same size.  Who will even bother to read this?  It needs a good graphic to grab drivers’ attention — a “stop” hand, a red slash, an exclamation point, maybe something bold and italicized!
  3. What’s with the quotation marks around “danger”?  It looks almost mocking — this is “dangerous,” ho ho.  All sign makers should be required to take a course in design.  And punctuation.