Monthly Archives: November 2010

Parking Spot?

An at-her-wit’s-end “06880” reader writes:

My cousins from Canada are making their way across the U.S., visiting relatives and sightseeing along the way.  They are traveling in a 40-foot RV, and we’re desperately trying to find a place for them to park in this area. The RV is completely self-sustaining, and they’ve been living in it since they left Calgary several weeks ago.

They parked in my mother’s driveway in St. Louis and in a park in Illinois.  But it won’t fit in our driveway in Westport, and I can’t find a park around here that will allow them to park overnight.  If anyone has any ideas, I’d be grateful!  They would like to arrive here today or Sunday, but I’m at a loss.

“06880” readers are resourceful.  Click the “Comments” link to post suggestions — let’s welcome our Canadian friends in great Westport style!

According to Google Images, this is what a 40-foot RV looks like.

A Puzzling Library Development

Only the Westport Public Library could make an annual report interesting — and interactive.

This year’s mailing — a usually stupefyingly dull listing of contributors, fleshed out with thank-yous emphasizing the importance of every contribution — features a large crossword puzzle, created by New York Times crossword contributor Elizabeth Gorski especially for the library.

Clues include “Westport’s ‘Twilight Zone’ mastermind”; “‘Little _____, (Saugatuck), part of Westport’s past”; “Westport Library benefactor Morris K. _____”; “Amy who threw a famous tea party atop Westport’s town dump,” and “It’s studied at the Westport school founded by Albert Dorne.”  (See below for answers.)

The large crossword puzzle, ready to be worked on in the Westport Public Library. Only a few answers were entered. C'mon, guys -- it's not THAT hard!

“The goal was interactivity, plays on words, and of course to hope people read it after checking their names,” says what-will-she-think-of-next library director Maxine Bleiweis.

Because the library does nothing halfway, a jumbo version of the puzzle has been placed just beyond the circulation desk.  Anyone can fill in the answers.

The puzzle is erasable, so it can be used over and over.

And, of course, so you can correct your neighbor’s mistakes.  How often do you get that chance in this town?

(Answers in order:  Rod Serling, Saugatuck, Little Italy, Jesup, Vanderbilt, art.)

Our Vets

An avid “06880” reader sent this along:

Yesterday was Veteran’s Day. I didn’t really have an appreciation for what that meant — until I befriended a real, live vet.

After all, what did I know about “veterans”? I had a typical upper-middle-class suburban upbringing:  a child of the ‘70s, teenager of the 80’s, raised in mostly peacetime, privileged hometowns similar to Westport.

No one in my immediate family had served.  My father was drafted before I was born.  He spent several months in the naval service in Michigan in 1960, nowhere near combat).

Viet Nam was a distant, black-and-white memory:  Walter Cronkite relaying various strategic losses in Cambodia and Phnom Penh — remote places on the other side of the world that had nothing to do with me.

As a teenager and young adult, I was pretty much oblivious to Veteran’s Day.  Sometimes I had the day off from work, sometimes not.

Tom Feeley -- one of Westport's many proud veterans.

Recently, I started working with a fellow, someone much older than me, who had served in Viet Nam.  I learned how important his military service was to him, to the person that he had become. Out of deference and respect, I patiently listened to his tales of service — his “war stories.”

They were pretty interesting!  Exotic encounters with Vietnamese; confrontations with Viet Cong; near-death experiences with land mines, road bombs, ambushes; life in the Mekong Delta.  He relished sharing his stories of what life in the military had taught him.

Next, I started going to the Memorial Day parade here in Westport, especially since one year my friend was marching.  I was struck by the dignity and pride of the servicemen and women marching in the parade.  I even visited the VFW a couple of times (how many Westporters have ever seen the inside of that building?).

Several years ago I was privileged to accompany my dear friend, and an elderly friend of his, to Bedford Middle School in November.  It was a little-known event, at which local vets are invited to speak with 8th graders about their military experiences.

My friend thoughtfully prepared his presentation, candidly sharing his insights with the students. His friend, a WWII vet, spoke more extemporaneously, sometimes breaking down unabashedly in front of the youngsters.

It struck me then that these 2 handsome elderly gentlemen were once fresh-faced, optimistic youngsters, barely older than our seniors at Staples, when they confronted these tremendous trials – and even the prospect of death – all at an age when my greatest worry was paying the rent on my studio apartment in Manhattan.

Last year, for the first time, I attended the Veterans Day ceremony at Town Hall.  I watched the proud men and women who had served stand tall when their branch of the service was recognized, get slightly teary-eyed at the playing of “Taps,” and greet each other gleefully like members of a fraternity or sorority at the conclusion.  They made it back.  They survived.

Remarkably, they were humble.  They even demurred slightly when I said, “thank you for your service.”  It was as if it were all in a day’s work.

I hope you tried it yourself.  I hope you made your Veterans Day meaningful.  If you had to work, I hope you thanked the veterans you know at your workplace.

If you were fortunate to get the day off, I hope you attended the ceremony at Town Hall.

If not, please think about doing so next year.  It will make you proud to be an American.

And you’ll certainly be in good company.

Richard Foggio: Westport’s Billy Elliot 

From 5th through 9th grade, Richard Foggio played football.  A broken collarbone ended his Staples freshman season.  Luckily, he had a fallback:  ballet.

Richard had been dancing since age 4 — first in England, then here.  The better he got — and the bigger roles he earned — the more he enjoyed it.

“I love the feeling, excitement and exhilaration of performing on stage,” he says.

“I also love trying to push myself further and further.  It’s really exciting to be able to find out what my body can do.”

Some of his teammates teased him when he was younger.  It stopped as he got older, he says, because ballet helped him become a better player.  Being one of the bigger, stronger guys sure didn’t hurt.

At 13 — after trying many forms of dance, and competing — Richard decided to focus on ballet.  At Connecticut Dance School he had featured parts.  When he performed the Cavalier solo from “The Nutcracker,” he began thinking of ballet as a career.

Two summers ago — at 15 — Richard passed an audition for the Kirov Academy’s summer program in Washington, DC. He worked with an outstanding teacher, Anatoli Kucheruk, and took classes with older, more advanced dancers.

After the intense 3-week session, he knew ballet was what he loved — and had to do.

“The older guys not only inspired me.  They made me want to push myself to try and be like them, or even better,” Richard reports.

Richard Foggio as "Dracula." (Photo by Paolo Galli)

When Richard was accepted into Kirov’s year-round school program, he called his parents.  Their first response was “maybe” — which he interpreted as “no.”

When he returned to Westport, they discussed the implications.  He would miss out on the rich academic offerings of Staples.  He’d have to stop playing violin, which he’d done since age 7.

Attending Kirov all year would also mean probably not going directly to college.  Most dancers audition for paying jobs with companies.

But Richard wanted to go, and his parents supported his decision.

Last year, as a sophomore, his Kirov curriculum balanced academics and arts.  This year the academics “start sliding away.”  He takes Art History and Great Ballets, along with US Government, Chemistry, World Literature and French 3.

His 1st class is at 7:20 a.m.  After school — from 2:30 to 7 p.m. — there’s ballet class, and rehearsals for shows.

Next year he’ll take Ballet History, Great Ballets 2, and a senior seminar covering photo shoots and designing a resume.  “It helps us prepare for life as a dancer,” he says.

As part of their agreement to let him attend Kirov, Richard’s parents asked him to continue his math education online.  Last year he took Pre-Calculus Honors with Trigonometry; this year he’s taking AP Calculus BC, through Johns Hopkins.

The demanding schedule has paid off.  At an audition for the Kennedy Center Master Class Series, he was offered an internship with the Suzanne Farrell Ballet for their performances of “La Sonnambula” this winter.

Over Thanksgiving break, Richard will rehearse the Grand Pas de Deux for  Connecticut Dance School’s “Nutcracker” next month.

Richard’s short-term goals are to maintain his grades, fix problems with his technique, and prepare for December’s shows.

Long-term, he hopes to get into a company — hopefully in the corps de ballet.

“But even an apprenticeship would be nice,” he says.

Billy Elliot, eat your heart out.

Eli Manning, too.

 

Tear Down That Gate!

As the Great North Avenue Paving Project progressed last week, many drivers waited patiently resignedly fumingly furiously for a single lane of traffic to move.

But some folks found a silver lining in the truckloads of asphalt spreading slowly on one of the major roads in town.

Staff and students heading to Staples cruised from Cross Highway through Wakeman Park, past the rarely-opened gate at the end of the Bedford Middle School lot, and into the high school campus near the swimming pool.

You can't usually get past Bedford, to Staples.

Gone were interminable waits at the not-quite-aligned North Avenue/Cross Highway intersection.  Forgotten was the half hour or so crawl a quarter mile to the Staples entrance, capped by a final obstacle and difficult moral dilemma:  allow entering traffic from Terhune Drive into your path, or stare straight ahead and pretend you don’t see it?

One teacher said his commute — normally 45 minutes — was slashed to 23, thanks to the Bedford cut-through.

So why isn’t the Bedford/Staples gate always open — not all day, mind you, but just during the morning rush hour (and at 2:15, to shunt homeward-bound traffic away from the only other outlet, North Avenue)?

Apparently, when Bedford was built, wise men and women understood there had to be an entrance/exit other than North Avenue.

But Cross Highway neighbors objected to what they feared would be increased traffic.  Hence, the Bedford/Staples gate.

The result inconveniences hundreds of drivers every day — including those with no connection at all to Staples.

We’ll save our rants about other “neighborly” issues for another time.  Like the 1 or 2 families on North Pasture who objected to the “noise” from noontime recess at Bedford, leading to the removal of outside basketball hoops.

Or the decades-old opposition — from a few High Point Road residents — to lights on the Staples football field.

We’ll discuss those stories later.  Right now we have to leave, to beat the traffic and get to school on time.

A Piece Of The Westport Pie

Despite a tough year, much of Westport enjoys far more than its share of the economic pie.

Which is why, as Thanksgiving looms, the Conservative Synagogue and Homes With Hope team up to “Share the Pie.”

The annual effort is simple:  Apple, pecan and pumpkin pies sell for $20 each.

Proceeds help Homes With Hope (formerly Interfaith Housing) provide permanent affordable housing, casework and support services, emergency shelter, food, meals, and life skills training.  The money also enables the Conservative Synagogue to fund outreach programs.

Individuals and families order pies.  So do local businesses; they give them to their employees as thanks, while at the same time aiding a great cause.  Last year, hundreds of pies were ordered.

There is no better — or more nourishing — way to give thanks.

(Deadline for ordering is Nov. 17.  Order forms are available at www.sharethepie.net. Ordered pies can be picked up on Tues., Nov. 23, from 9 a.m. to 7 p.m. in the synagogue parking lot.  Corporate orders of 10 pies or more will be delivered to offices, upon request.  For more information, call 203-454-4673.)

Dogging It

Westport has been going to the dogs for years.

From Winslow Park to Compo Beach (October through March only!), we love our pooches.

But even the most avid dog-lover is a mere toy poodle, compared to the Great Dane that is Steven Kotler.

Steven Kotler

Co-founder of a New Mexico dog sanctuary, Kotler is also a dog writer.  Tomorrow (Tues., Nov. 9, 12 noon), he’s at the Westport Library.  The subject:  his new book, A Small Furry Prayer:  Dog Rescue and the Meaning of Life.

In it, Kotler mixes personal experience and scientific inquiry in an exploration of many intriguing aspects of canine-human relations.

He’s clearly on the dogs’ side.

“For 50,000 to 135,000 years, we co-evolved with dogs,” Kotler says.  “We thoroughly merged with them.  We learned cooperation and teamwork from dogs.  Dogs in packs — their natural habitat — show incredible altruistic behavior.”

Being around dogs leads to lower stress levels in humans, along with lessened incidents of cardiac disease and depression, Kotler says.

Will the dogs Kotler sees on his trip to Westport be different than those out West?

“There’s a lot of breed devotion on the East Coast,” Kotler notes.

“But 10 years ago, the differences would have been massive.  But the rescue movement has grown so much that now more people are getting dogs there than from breeders.  The differences aren’t as great.”

So can Westporters’ dogs listen to Kotler too?

“That’s a question for the venue,” he says.

“I’ve found most libraries don’t like having dogs there.”


Three Honorees

Last week, “06880” highlighted 3 Westporters — long-time, willing workers committed to making our town, and neighboring Bridgeport, better places for everyone.

TEAM Westport — the first selectman’s committee on multiculturalism — honored Al Beasley, Andy Boas and Claire Gold yesterday.  The original blog post hinted at their contributions — but not in great depth.

Andy Boas, Claire Gold and Dr. Al Beasley -- TEAM Westport honorees. (Photo by Lynn U. Miller)

If you weren’t at the ceremony — and over 100 Westporters, from all walks of life, were — here’s what you should know about these remarkable honorees.

Al Beasley is a long-time Westporter.  He watched the town grow from a small artists’ colony, through the baby boom, into a suburb filled with businessmen and Wall Street executives.  But he has seen it all through a unique perspective, and with a background different from most people who live here.

Al’s grandfather, a Harvard-educated Boston attorney, helped found the NAACP.  Al’s father also went to Harvard – and became a doctor.  His mother graduated from Radcliffe.  Those were proud accomplishments, in an era when educational opportunities for black men and women were limited.

Al’s parents wanted him to have a well-rounded education.  He got one, at the Walden School and Columbia  College.  He married a high school friend, Jean.  Both earned medical degrees – Al from New York University.  Both became pediatricians.

As a captain in the Air Force during the Korean War – based in Houston — Al first experienced overt prejudice.  But he persevered, and in 1953 the Beasleys moved to Westport.  He wanted his children to experience the same freedom he’d found at the Walden School.  The Beasleys rented a home on 11 acres, for $90 a month.  The Beasleys were one of only 5 or so black families in town.

They bought land from a fellow physician, Mal Beinfield.  The Beasleys had trouble getting a mortgage – the banks’ excuse was “they did not like contemporary dwellings.”  But Westport Bank & Trust Company president Einar Anderson said to the Beasleys’ request for $20,000:  “There’s no problem.  Let us know when you want it.”

In addition to his professional accomplishments – private practice as a pediatrician; co-founder of Willows Pediatrics; associate clinical professor of pediatrics at Yale School of Medicine, and an emeritus staff member at Norwalk Hospital – Al immersed himself in community work.

He was a pediatrician for the Intercommunity Camp; a member of the Selectman’s Committee for Youth and Human Services; a board of directors member for the United Way; member of the scholar selection committee of A Better Chance of Westport; trustee of Earthplace, where he organized the Green Earth series on  health and the environment.

Al’s wife, Jean, died in 1973.  Six years later he married Janet, a native of Berlin and a survivor of a concentration camp in Czechoslovakia.

Al says:  “When Jean and I moved to Westport in 1953, it was a magical town. It opened its arms to us, welcomed us, and made us feel special.”

Al adds:  “My birth certificate said ‘colored.’  Then the preferred term changed to ‘Negro.’  Later it was ‘black,’ then ‘African American.’  I am a man of color, but I like to be accepted for what I have to offer.  The town has done exactly that.”

Looking back on his career, Al says,“I’m an activist.  I tried to give my utmost to the community, and I think the community appreciates that.  This is a wonderful town.  I thank everyone who entrusted their most precious commodities – their infants, their children and their young people – to me.”

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Andy Boas’s resume is impressive enough.  A general partner of Carl Marks Management, he has directed various public and private companies in which his firm has an interest.

But the Cornell University and Hofstra University School of Law graduate is much more than a money man.  He has – quite literally – put his money where his mouth is.

In 2000 Andy founded the Charter Oak Challenge Foundation.  Its mission is simple, yet agonizingly difficult:  help build better futures for underserved children in the Bridgeport area.

The foundation wasted no time.  In less than a decade it has created the largest college scholarship program in the area.  It provides support – both strategic and monetary – to numerous non-profit organizations in and around the city.

The first major initiative — a scholarship program — has sent more than 100 deserving Bridgeport high school students to college, with a scholarship and a laptop.

In 2006 Charter Oak helped open Achievement First Bridgeport Academy – in one of that city’s poorest and toughest neighborhoods.  The public charter middle school now serves over 450 students a year.  This fall Achievement First Birdgeport opened its second school, for children in kindergarten through 5th grade.  Its first class of kindergartners includes 90 youngsters.  Andy calls them “scholars” – and they are.

Andy helps raise millions of dollars a year for his schools.  He says, “I don’t take no for an answer.  We do whatever it takes to get the work done.”

Andy’s work on behalf of others is his passion.  “I’m lucky I live in the United States, and in a beautiful community like Westport,” he says.

“My kids went to Staples.  They have everything they want. But just a couple of miles away, it’s a completely different world.”  Andy calls Bridgeport “a disastrous, intolerable situation.  The fact that where you live determines the education you get is outrageous.  These kids are getting neutered.

“I got involved because this was right in front of me.  It was a no-brainer.  A better Bridgeport means a better America.  I’m not going to rest until these kids a few miles away get an equal chance.”

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School superintendents are often maligned.  Sometimes they’re respected.  School superintendents are seldom admired, let alone loved.  But those are exactly the words used to describe Claire Gold.

A graduate of Penn, Yale and Fairfield University, she started out as reading teacher working with special needs children.  She arrived in Westport in 1965, working as a psychologist at Coleytown Junior High.  She later became townwide director of special education; assistant superintendent, and — from 1980 through 1988 — superintendent of schools.

She moved to Weston, serving as superintendent there, then made her mark as an educator in an even broader way.  After consulting as a desegregation specialist for interdistrict programs, Claire was an originator and developer of the  Six to Six Interdistrict Magnet School in Bridgeport.  Her focus has been on the arts, and bringing together urban and suburban children.

She was selected as one of the top 100 administrators in North America; cited by Governor Ella Grasso as an “Outstanding Woman in Connecticut,” and was named “Connecticut Educator of the Year” for her work on behalf of minority students and the cause of school integration.

Claire’s work is epitomized by her efforts for Project Concern, during her tenure as Westport’s superintendent of schools.  She nurtured it, creating opportunities for scores of boys and girls from Bridgeport to attend Westport elementary school, junior high and Staples.  It was a life-changing experience for many – not just the Bridgeport youngsters, but the Westport students, teachers and families who knew them, befriended them, and to this day in some cases, still call them “best friends.”

For the last 6 years,  Claire has been the driving force behind the new Discovery Magnet School in Bridgeport.  Focusing on science and technology for grades pre-K through 8, its cross-district scope helps ease racial isolation between Connecticut’s urban and suburban schools.

“I always felt fortunate to have had the career I did in Westport,” Claire says.

“My parents were immigrants.  I was the daughter of 2 Polish peasants from the shtetl.  Growing up in Hoboken, I knew what it was like to make your way in a new country.

“I have a deep feeling that somehow, we all have to live together.  And there is no better place to start than with very young children.”

Growing A New Generation Of Soccer Fans

There was a lot to like at the Staples boys soccer team’s FCIAC championship match last Wednesday.

It was our 3rd straight league title — our 4th in the past 5 years, and 27th in the 48-year history of the FCIAC tournament.

Brendan Lesch and Frankie Bergonzi celebrate Lesch's goal in the FCIAC championship. Their excitement was matched by the fans'. (Photo by Carl McNair)

Our guys gutted out a victory against a tough Fairfield Warde team — particularly gratifying because we started the year with 2 early losses, amid fears we’d lost our focus, passion and pride.

But what was especially exciting to me — as coach I’ve got to look ahead, even in the midst of a satisfying season — was the broad spectrum of ages represented among the 2,000 fans in the Norwalk High stands .

A loud, jubilant contingent from Staples cheered on their friends, of course.  Plenty of parents, too, lent outstanding support.

But there were also soccer alumni from as far back as the 1960s — and so many kids, as young as 6, 8 and 10 years old.

Each “generation” of Staples fans grows up watching older players.  It happened in the ’60s, ’70s, ’80s, ’90s and ’00s, and it’s happening now in the ’10s.

Young guys know the Wreckers’ names.  They mimic their heroes’ moves.  They dream of the day they’ll wear the Staples “S.”

But here’s the intriguing part:  Plenty of those kids are the sons of former players — who themselves were once kids, yearning to be Staples stars.

Dan Donovan grew up watching Ken Murphy play.  Andy Udell grew up watching Dan Donovan play.  On Friday night Ken (now the Connecticut College coach) was in the stands.  So were Dan and Andy — and their sons Patrick and Johnny Donovan, and Max Udell.

A few years from now, Patrick, Johnny and Max may take the field for Staples in a championship game.  And (I should live so long) an even younger generation of players — those not yet born — may be there then, dreaming of becoming the next Patrick or Johnny Donovan, or Max Udell.

That’s the ageless magic of Staples soccer.

(The boys soccer team opens it defense of the state championship tomorrow [Monday, Nov. 8], 2 p.m. at Staples.  Sure, it’s during school — but maybe Patrick, Johnny and Max can get out early to watch their heroes play?)

Part of the enormous crowd at the FCIAC finals. Staples fans traditionally wear white -- for a "whiteout" -- at big Wrecker soccer games. (Photo by Carl McNair)

Celebrating Cameron

Iain, Linda and Margot Bruce invite Cameron’s many many friends and admirers to a secular celebration of the 18-year-old musician/swimmer/engineering student’s life.

The event is set for Saturday evening, November 27 — 2 days after Thanksgiving — at the Conservative Synagogue of Westport.

The Bruces welcome requests to play music, sing, read a poem, perform a skit or share a treasured memory.

Cameron’s parents and sister are working with friends to create a program that will be an outstanding tribute to his life.

To RSVP (they need to know how many are coming) or for more information, click here.