Monthly Archives: July 2010

Italians Take Over Saugatuck

The Italian Festival opens tonight.

The annual celebration of Saugatuck’s heritage, 1950s music and fried dough kicks off with a 7:30 p.m. parade.  All weekend long there are rides, carnival games, performances, and a Coney Island-meets-Westport atmosphere unavailable any other time, at any other place.

Festival Italiano is sponsored by the Sons of Italy.  The non-profit organization — so unassuming it doesn’t even have a website — donates all profits to local charities.  That’s no patate piccole — since the first fest in 1984 they’ve given away nearly $2 million, to over 40 charities.

But the organization uses a public facility — part of the railroad parking lot — to hold its philanthropic show.

So, to avoid a dust-up similar to the one that emerged on “06880” regarding the PAL 4th of July fireworks, I won’t mention any of that.

Breaking “News”

As anyone who has passed a yard sign knows, Huey Lewis & the News will rock the Levitt Pavilion tomorrow night.

What an inspired choice for the annual benefit.  As the Levitt’s website notes, they’re a band with a great “driving, party-hearty spirit.”

If you lived through the 1980s and ’90s, you’ll want to relive songs like “The Power of Love.”   If you’ve got kids, you’ll want to bring them, so they can hear that the heart of rock ‘n’ roll is still beatin’.

Except the Levitt doesn’t want you to bring your kids.

It’s right there in the Q-and-A on the Levitt’s website:

Does my child need a ticket?

Yes, children of all ages will need a ticket to our Summer Gala concert and should be able sit quietly through the concert. Due to the late starting time of this special event, our Wednesday night Children’s Series would be a better choice for a young child.

Exactly!  The last thing we want is a child who can’t sit quietly at a rock concert!

This bad mother (center) took her children to a concert recently.

Following Theatrical Footsteps

This summer’s 11 interns came to the Westport Country Playhouse through various routes, both literal and figurative.

Gwen McKenzie’s was by the womb.

Her grandfather — Jim McKenzie — was a Playhouse fixture from 1959 to 1999.  He served most of those 4 decades as executive producer.

Her father, Kevin — now in technical theater — worked at the Playhouse in the 1980s.

Gwen McKenzie with a portrait of her grandfather, Jim McKenzie.

Gwen’s path to the Playhouse began in Florida, where she attended an arts middle and high school.  She worked in props, set design and technical direction, and stage managed “West Side Story.”

She came north for NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts BFA program in theater design and technology.  This year, she was wardrobe supervisor for “The Who’s Tommy.”

Last summer, Gwen interned at another theater where her grandfather was a longtime executive producer:  Peninsula Players in Fish Creek, Wisconsin.

But Westport holds a special fondness.

“I came up when I was little to visit Grandpa,” she says.  “I don’t remember which show I saw, but I thought it was pretty good!”

Her involvement with theater came despite her father’s advice.

“He knows there’s not a whole bunch of money in it,” she says.  “But he’s supportive now, and he knows there are so many good people in theater.”

Stage management appeals to Gwen because it touches all areas:  sound, lights, scenery and costumes.  She’s also learning about marketing and development.

Right now she’s the production assistant for “Happy Days,” which opens tonight.  Her next project:  “I Do!  I Do!”

“A few” interns know about her legacy, she says.  They should:  Many of the old posters plastered on the walls bear his name.

Anne Keefe knew Jim McKenzie well.  On Gwen’s 1st day, the artistic advisor mentioned his name to her.

Gwen would love to be stage manager of a regional theater.

“That was my grandfather’s 1st job,” she notes.  “He’d love it!”

Honoring The Nistico Name

Later this week, Saugatuck hosts the Italian Festival.  The location — across the street from the Nistico family’s old Arrow restaurant — is as Saugatuck (and Italian) as it gets.

But Lou Nistico was a man for all of Westport — not just Saugatuck — so it’s appropriate that this week he’s also being celebrated on North Avenue.

Thirty years ago, the athletic complex at his beloved Staples High School was named for Lou.  But the letters honoring the restaurateur/philanthropist/paisano fell into disrepair, and for a while now the signage almost disrespected the man.

Now — thanks to a fundraising effort spearheaded by John Lupton and the Class of 1966 — bold new lettering graces the newly painted north and south entrances.  Fittingly, the color is Staples blue.

Earlier last month, the same fundraising drive paid for lights to illuminate the stone “Staples High School” sign at the main entrance on North Avenue.  That sign is actually the lintel from the original building on Riverside Avenue — just down the street from the Arrow, and the Nistico home.

Lou would be very, very proud.

Mike Greenberg’s Rules

Each morning, Mike Greenberg entertains more than 3 million people.

They tune in to ESPN Radio to hear him and another Mike — Golic — riff on and rip into topics, ranging from why baseball managers should dress like real people, to people who claim they go to Hooters just for the wings.

Tomorrow (July 7), Greenberg faces a much smaller — but far more imposing — audience:  his fellow Westporters.

At 7 p.m. the Westport Library hosts Greenberg for a discussion of his new book:  Mike and Mike’s Rules for Sports and Life.

At least, Greenberg is supposed to plug his latest work.

Really, he says, “we’ll talk about whatever people want.  I hope young people come.  If they’re interested in a career in sports or broadcasting, I’m happy to answer their questions.  Or whatever they want.”

Clearly, Greenberg can go with the flow.

Just as clearly, he enjoys his life — both at work and in Westport.

“I could live anywhere,” he says.  “But Westport is an idyllic combination of ease and opportunity.  We’re in the country, but we’ve got the sophistication of the proximity to New York.  And there are so many cultural opportunities both here and there.”

Greenberg does not work in New York.  ESPN’s studios are near Hartford.  Okay, as even the most casual sports fan knows:  Bristol.  It’s the butt of a thousand ESPN jokes.

“The shlep is worth it,” Greenberg says.

He’s home in time to coach his 2 kids’ Little League baseball and softball teams.  But — just as Greenberg’s radio show roams far beyond sports — they’re not only jocks.

“They grew up in that library,” he says.  “My daughter took her 1st steps there.  They did the Itty Bittys program.  They love the place.”

Greenberg does too.  He wrote his 1st book — Why My Wife Thinks I’m an Idiot — there.  (Obviously, she didn’t want him working at home.)

“I’d get food from Chef’s Table, sit down at a table in a nook overlooking the river, take out my laptop and write for 2 or 3 hours,” he recalls.  “It was perfect.”

On Wednesday, Greenberg returns to the library.  He’ll give a book talk lead a discussion with friends, his friends’ kids, and his kids’ parents.

They’re his neighbors.  Unlike his wife, they won’t think he’s an idiot.

How Hot Was It?

It was so hot today that:

  • Traffic flowed smoothly on the Post Road.  It took too much effort to cut anyone off.
  • Stores on Main Street closed their doors, to keep the air-conditioning in.
  • No one commented on “06880.”  They didn’t have the energy.

Remembering “Tiger” Ted Lowry

Westport boys and girls — and their parents — knew Ted Lowry and his wife Alice as Coleytown Elementary School bus monitors.

What a shame they never heard his whole story.

Lowry — “Tiger” in his boxing days — was the only fighter to go 10 rounds twice with future heavyweight champ Rocky Marciano.  Against Joe Louis, Lowry recalled, “I didn’t hit the floor, and I didn’t take a beating.  He said I would go places.”

Lowry served in World War II with an all-black airborne unit.  He fought for his country — and rode in the back of a US military bus, while German POWs sat in front.

Ted Lowry, training young boxers. (Photo courtesy George Ruhe/New York Times).

A longtime resident of Norwalk, Lowry mentored hundreds of youngsters — in boxing, and in life.  He was a successful businessman — he started his own construction company — and on his 80th birthday in 1999 he was honored by the city for his athletic and civic contributions.

Norwalk picked the right man.

He fought 144 times as a professional, and was knocked out just 3.  He recounted that career in an autobiography he completed at 86, God’s in My Corner:  A Portrait of an American Boxer.

Boxing historian Mike Silver called him “a boxing treasure, one of the last links to boxing’s great golden age of talent, activity and popularity.”  Connecticut inducted him into its Boxing Hall of Fame in 2008.

Larry Johnson — one of his Lowry’s mentees, now CEO of Norwalk’s youth enrichment program Character Under Construction — said that Lowry turned around the lives of youngsters involved with drugs and alcohol.

Ted Lowry, proudly wearing a shirt honoring his 555th Parachute Infantry Battalion. (Photo courtesy New Haven Independent)

“He always invited me to the gym no matter what was taking place in my life or what I thought of myself,” Johnson told Boston.com.  “He always accepted me and told me I was a champion.

“Tiger Ted said that although he was never a world champion, the fact he did the best he could made him a champion in life.  His autobiography was his legacy and his mission — to plant a seed in young men that they should never give up.”

Boxing writer Robert Mladninich said:  “Although he never got the break that would put him in the big time, he was not a bitter man.  In fact, he was the eternal optimist.  (He said), ‘See, now I’m sitting in the front of the bus.”

Sure, it was a Westport school bus — not the US military.  But to the end of his life, Ted Lowry continued doing good things for people, quietly making sure they were safe, and helping them grow up in whatever way he could.

“Tiger” Ted Lowry died last month, of heart failure.  He was 90 years old.

He is buried in Westport’s Willowbrook Cemetery — just a mile or two, as the bus drives, from Coleytown Elementary School.

Not Your Father’s Barbershop Quartet

Next month Justin Miller leaves the Westminster Chorus he founded, to begin his new job as Staples choral director.

He’s going out with a bang.

This past weekend in Philadelphia, Westminster defended its International Barbershop Convention championship.  Nearly 30 choruses from North America and the UK competed, but in the end it was a 2-barbershop battle:  Westminster versus the mighty, 11-time champs, Vocal Majority from Dallas.

Justin Miller with some of his plaques.

Vocal Majority was 137 men strong — most of them highly experienced in both barbershopping and competing.  Westminster was young — Miller created a Southern California powerhouse with just 67 singers (average age: mid-20s).

Vocal Majority sang 4th.  The Texans earned the best score in their 30-year history:  2913 points out of a possible 3000, an almost unfathomable 97.1 average per judge per song.  Any other year, they’d have run away with the trophy.

Westminster sang 23rd — deep in the competition.  Dressed in black vested suits, with crisp white shirts, bold gold ties and handkerchiefs, they looked ready for the challenge.

They mesmerized the crowd with their 1st ballad, “It Only Takes a Moment.”  Their 2nd tune — a very contemporary version of the barbershop standard “Mardi Gras March” — featured dancing, flipping, flags, beads, and of course fine singing.

With 2932 points — a 97.7 average — Westminster retained the title.  And they did it with the highest score ever recorded for an international chorus competition.

Miller made barbershop history, directing the only chorus ever to win both the Choir of the World and International Barbershop Chorus competitions in the same year.

The Candlelight Concert may never be the same.

Feliz 4 De Julio

Bank of America tells its Westport customers — in Spanish — how it will celebrate America’s independence from the British.

We’re not living in 1776 any more.

Gracias a Dios.

At The Twilight’s Last Gleaming

Perfect weather.  A don’t-have-to-work-tomorrow Friday evening.  Family and friends.  Fantastic fireworks.

That’s the formula for another great Independence Day celebration in Westport.

We got the weekend off on the right foot yesterday. 

Enjoy the rest of the holiday — and don’t forget to say “thanks” to all the folks at Parks & Rec, the Police Department and PAL who made last night so special.

Even more fun than fireworks: making bubbles on the boardwalk.

All Parks & Rec personnel were working last night -- taking tickets, parking cars, providing security, and calmly listening to Very Important Westporters complain about whatever.

What's the Westport fireworks without an imported brass band?

A typical fireworks picnic -- one of thousands at Compo. And not an open beer can or wine bottle in sight.

Admit it: All fireworks look alike. If I didn't tell you this wasn't from last night, you'd never know.