Monthly Archives: August 2012

Alex And Paul Row For Their Lives

During his 7 years at the Saugatuck Rowing Club, Alex Vogt knew of Paul Green.

Paul Green works out at the Saugatuck Rowing Club.

Everyone does. The 88-year-old rows every day. It keeps his Parkinson’s at bay — and gives him the strength and energy to run a foundation, Nevah Surrendah! (It’s named for Winston Churchill’s famous vow.)

At the beginning of this summer, Alex’s coach asked him if he could follow behind Paul in a safety launch. Of course, the 2011 Staples graduate said.

They’ve been a team ever since.

Every day Alex carries Paul’s boat, helps him in, and follows behind. He watches admiringly as Paul goes out and back, 1000 meters, like clockwork.

“It’s so awesome to see an 88-year-old out there. He’s rowing and fighting Parkinson’s,” Alex says. “And he’s so interesting to talk to.”

Alex Vogt (Photo/row2k.com)

Alex asks about Paul’s amazing life (including the 4 languages he speaks).

Paul asks about Alex’s life as a rising sophomore at George Washington University (including his rowing career there).

“It’s been a humbling experience,” Alex says.

“I just hope when I’m that old, I’m half as active as Paul.”

Rockin’ By The Roadside

An alert reader has noticed a new Westport trend.

Homeowners are putting rocks — in some cases, mini-boulders — on their grass near the road.

The corner of Duck Pond and Harbor Road.

I’m not sure why. Is it to prevent illegal parking? Deter drivers from pulling over to use their cell phones? Stop sloppy driving? Purely decorative?

Also Duck Pond and Harbor Roads — this other side of the street.

It seems to mark property in a fairly clear way.

The other side of town: Beachside Avenue. Some big movie guy lives here.

Have you done this? Thought about it? Do you like it or hate it? Click “Comments” to comment.

Pogue’s Perfect Proposal

David Pogue is a genius.

But Wednesday night, the talented, very prolific (and longtime Westport resident) tech genius blew by Einstein, Stephen Hawking and Steven Spielberg — combined.

He’s been dating Nicki Dugan, a wonderful woman with whom he quickly fell in love.

There was one small problem: She lives in San Francisco.

Technology solves many problems — it helped sustain their long-distance relationship — but David wanted more.

He wanted to marry Nicki.

He also wanted to propose in the most Poguian way possible.

David Pogue, in a typical pose.

So he hired a crew of actors — including a man and woman who looked like himself and Nicki.

He found an NYU film director. He wrote a script. He scouted locations.

Then he wrote a movie trailer, about a man who falls in love with a woman. He connived to show it at a movie theater in Vermont, where he and Nicki were on vacation.

As only David can manage, the voiceover is done by the real guy who’s intoned “In a world…” many times over.

But, as a film doctor — okay, Marty Floch — tells “Nicki”: “You live 3,000 miles from him.”

And, as “David” tells a buddy — walking along the Saugatuck River — “I’d rather have an angel from heaven half the time…”

The real Nicki Dugan.

Around this time, Nicki figured what was up. We can tell — I should mention that David has posted the “trailer” — because in the lower right corner, we can see Nicki’s reaction. We can see all this, because David — I told you he’s a genius — hid a camera in a ficus plant to record her reaction.

She said yes!

As she did, the audience — and the actors, in the trailer — cheered lustily.

The trailer must be seen to be believed. There has to be an Oscar-worthy category for it, somewhere.

And I’d say that even if I didn’t have my own cameo role in all this, just 44 seconds in when “Nicki” first appears on screen.

Congratulations, David and Nicki! May you have a long, wonderful life together.

And I can’t wait to see the wedding video!

(Click here to view the trailer. In a typical David Pogue flourish, it comes from “Happiest Man Alive Productions.”)

The real David and Nicki, with the fake trailer playing behind them.

Minding The (Y’s Funding) Gap

“No one wakes up in the morning and asks, ‘How much money should I give the Y today?’ People don’t walk into the lobby with bags of money.”

Too bad. If they did, Paul Bernetsky’s job would be a lot easier.

The 51-year-old Watertown native is the Westport YMCA‘s new chief development officer. His job is to raise the $3.2 million still remaining to build a 54,000-square foot facility at Mahackeno.

When he’s done, he’ll start raising money for Phase 2 of the new building — the 50,000 or so square feet that were deferred when the Y’s initial campaign fell short.

All along, he’ll oversee the Strong Kids Campaign — the Y’s annual fundraising effort.

Fortunately, Paul is a big believer in the importance of non-profits.

Paul Bernetsky, with the Y’s capital campaign slogan.

He’s spent his career in that world. He began with the Boy Scouts, then served as executive director of Youth for the Third Millenium, a Catholic youth missionary organization. Most recently, he managed St. Joseph High School‘s development campaign and marketing program.

About the only thing the Y shares with those organizations is its non-profit status.

“It’s been a long process, I know,” Paul says, referring to the many years the Y has spent trying to build a new facility — and of donor fatigue.

“Some people wonder if it’s every going to happen. When we get shovels in the ground, people will really start to believe what we’re doing.”

Paul adds, “I’m a glass-is-half-full guy. If I can bring my passion for this great, exciting facility, we’ll bring more volunteers forward. The staff can’t do this alone.

Plans for the new YMCA facility at Mahackeno.

So far, the Y has solicited funds from “folks with means,” Paul says. The next step is smaller donations, from families and individuals. Many, he said, have not yet been solicited.

“I’m not naive,” Paul notes. “I know it will take hard work.”

He took his new post with eyes wide open. CEO Rob Reeves and fundraising consultant Jon Simons sent him background material dating to 1995.

“I know folks are disappointed the Y is moving out of downtown,” Paul says.

“Change is difficult. I’m a traditionalist too. But this facility will serve the 21st century. We’re thinking ahead, to the next 50 years.

“We’re at a crucial point in the history of this Y. It’s a privilege for me to be part of this organization.”

Was there any hesitation in accepting the position?

“A little,” Paul admits. “But as I dug deeper, I saw that most questions and concerns have been addressed, time and time again.

“I have faith in the goodwill of the people in Westport and Weston. It takes courage to tackle something new like this. I give lots of credit to the board. They’ve made some tough decisions, and stood by them.”

His job, he says, is to “educate, inspire and invite people to be part of this project. I’m not going to be walking around with a club, hitting them over the head.”

He looks forward to building confidence, opening doors, helping people feel comfortable donating money, and asking others to do the same.

The dicey national economy does not help. But, Paul says, after the sharp drop in philanthropy in 2008-09, people are starting to donate again.

“If there’s a cause you believe in, you’ll give year after year,” he notes. “That’s the great thing about our country.”

He calls it a “blessing” that Westporters and Westonites have the means to help the Y. Of course, they do not wake up every morning planning to donate. And they sure don’t walk through the door offering bags of money.

So Paul Bernetsky will ask.

Bob Zappi Packs For Tampa

Several years ago, under Democratic first selectman Dianne Farrell, property revaluations were postponed due to a 6-year backlog in assessments. Republican Town Committee chairman Pete Wolgast urged party members to get involved in local politics.

Bob Zappi heeded the call.

The long-time Westporter — a Cub Scout pack leader, basketball and baseball coach, church leader and Mercy Learning Center board member — stepped up. He quickly rose through the RTC ranks, to chairman. He stepped down several months ago, to work at the party’s state and federal levels.

Later this month, Bob heads to Tampa. Duty calls: He’ll join the Connecticut delegation, as a guest at the Republican National Convention.

Bob’s had a long career in marketing. He moved to Westport 24 years ago, to join MCA. He later joined Ryan Partnership. A few years ago he formed his own consulting firm, Catalyst. Nowadays he consults for Fortune 500 firms. A year ago he started a political fundraising company, PierceZappi. Among its clients: US Senate candidate Chris Shays, and the state Republican party.

Bob looks forward to his 1st convention. He anticipates “a gargantuan room filled with like-minded people.” He is eager to hear their takes on important issues.

He got a taste of national politics this winter, at the Republican National Committee meeting in New Orleans. Party leaders from around the country shared “war stories” — everything from the nuts and bolts of getting out the vote, to behind-the-scenes action in Senate races.

Bob is eager too to get to know the 100 or so Connecticut delegates and guests. The 4-day event will be filled with events, meetings and social opportunities.

Bob Zappi (right) and Mitt Romney.

The chance to meet presumptive nominee Mitt Romney is low. Bob has spent time with him before, in small groups, and is impressed with the former Massachusetts governor’s “ability to drive forward to positive solutions.”

So if Bob could meet any Republican bigwig in Tampa, who would it be?

He names two. There’s Florida Senator Marco Rubio — “smart, articulate, with a great family background.”

And South Carolina Governor Nikki Haley.

“I spent 5 years as chairman making the Republican Town Committee younger and more female,” Bob says. “Now, our chairman and two vice chairs are women.

“The Republican Party is trying to appeal to a broader demographic, nationally. I think we’ve already won seats in Westport because of that.”

Don’t Bank On This Sign

As noted on “06880” this morning, the bank drive-up at 100 Post Road East has been demolished.

Foundation holes have been dug, with perimeter fencing erected.

Somehow though, this  though, this reminder remains:

And it probably will, for years to come.

Big Holes To Fill

Scott Smith is a longtime, and very alert, “06880” reader. As communications director of the Westport Y, he also spends a lot of time downtown. Last week he sent this photo of a huge hole in the parking lot behind the new building going up at 100 Post Road East, next to the old Town Hall (now Spruce).

As a self-described “Touch-a-Truck kind of dad,” Scott has followed the construction of the building — the 1st new one downtown in 40 years — with interest. He says:

Like most job sites around town, they had to pound away for days through solid rock ledge to dig the foundation. I’m always amazed to see the guys working the machinery, how dexterous they are and how oblivious they seem to be to all that jarring noise. I’d last about two hours on the job.

So that’s why I was intrigued to see that in the parking lot just a few feet away, when they had to dig another hole through the pavement, there was 10 feet of garden-variety dirt with loose river rock, then another 10 or 12 feet of pure gray sand. It was very cool-looking, and a classic study in our curious local geology.

The sinkhole was filled in the next day or so; end of lesson. But it got me thinking about other places around town with big holes in the ground, or just filled in, or new plans to dig big. My son and I have ridden our bikes to the top part of Gault’s new development in Saugatuck – that’s a lot of rock! The Gaults have done such a nice job so far. I can’t wait to see how the next phase of the development goes.

And last week I attended the opening ceremony of Cliff’s Place, the new halfway house at Longshore. That modest little project turned out very well, and is just the first of some even bigger privately funded construction projects in the works that will serve a public purpose.

There’s the swanky new Levitt Pavilion, which just received town approval (and some public funding), and, of course our new Y, which will break ground in December. (I’m a member of the Golf Advisory Committee, and work at the Y – a partner/sponsor of some Levitt children’s performances — full disclosure!)

The brick buildings at Compo may get some work.

As “06880” well documents, and as WestportNow.com’s “Teardown of the Day” shows us, virtually every day there are new (big) homes going up all over town. Combine that with some other projects in the planning stages downtown (the movie theater, the remaking of our own old Y) and what I hear may be an ambitious renovation of Compo Beach’s dilapidated brick buildings, all this work gives me a good feeling that we really are “rebuilding America” (at least our small part of it).

Think how many guys are working these days, or will be, on job sites locally. And once they pack up for other sites and leave the ribbon-cutting for those in shiny shoes and nice ties, think how our community will be the better for it.

I think we’re making good progress these days. Don’t you?

Thanks And Goodbye To Don O’Day

Last night, Board of Education chairman Don O’Day told his fellow members he’s stepping down.

With new responsibilities and increased travel — his day job is chief administrative officer in CitiMortgage’s risk management division in Stamford — Don cannot devote the necessary time to the countless hours this volunteer position demands.

Don O’Day

Overseeing an excellent school system — with superb staff, a top-level and very broad curriculum, high-achieving students, stratospheric expectations and demanding parents, all while balancing the fiscal needs of the town, in  exceptionally challenging economic times — is even more difficult than it sounds.

Don served on the board since 2005, and has been chairman for 4 years. He brought enormous dedication, tremendous patience and great expertise to the crucial post.

Over the past decade, Westport’s Board of Education has come a long way. Partisan rancor, recall petitions and referendum votes are things of the past. We may not always agree with the board’s decisions, but they are arrived at deliberately and democratically.

As noted last night by fellow board members, Don’s hallmarks as a leader have been collaboration, transparency, inclusion, trust and — this is key — non-partisanship.

Don — and his colleagues and recent predecessors — deserve our deepest thanks for all they have done.

I can’t imagine the phone calls, emails and wrestling meet-sideline conversations Don has had over the years, with hundreds of Westporters. Everyone in town has opinions; no one is shy about sharing them.

Don listened to all. Before presenting a budget, making a speech or casting a vote, he considered the views of the teachers and administrators the Board employs, and the Westporters whose taxes pay them.

And then he thought about the students who pass through this system. In the pressure cooker of politics, it’s easy to forget kids.

Don O’Day never did.

The Way We Were

Most high school reunions follow the same pattern. There are squeals of recognition (or puzzled, who-the-hell-are-you? looks). There’s dinner and dancing. Maybe a slide show plays in the background, but no one notices.

At the Staples Class of 1982 reunion earlier this month, everyone watched.

Soreyrith Um created a 14-minute video that will intrigue anyone remotely close to that age — whether they grew up here or not. Along with dozens of photos — some from the yearbook, many taken by Soreyrith himself — he’s integrated video from Kirsten Gill Bartie.

Though a few things have changed — the guys’ shorts are cringe-inducing, the cars are vintage, and there’s a card catalog in the library — what is remarkable is how little is different.

Tracy Rodino and Betsy Gross, outside the now-defunct Sport Mart on Main Street.

Hair styles, sweatshirts, goofing around in the cafeteria, boys and girls hanging all over each other — teenagers from 1982 are almost interchanageable with those in 2012.

A video from 1952 — 30 years earlier — would be almost unrecognizable.

I’d love to hear what today’s high school students think, watching the boys and girls who are now men and women, the same ages as their parents.

Or, in some cases, actually are their parents.

One thing kids will immediately notice: all the alcohol. Senior Skip Day was held at Sherwood Island, and nearly everyone was drinking in public.

Then again, the legal age was 18…

(Click here to view Soreyrith and Kristen’s remarkable video.)

Bowling With The Backiels

In 1917 John S. Backiel bought 7 acres of land on the dirt-filled Post Road, near Maple Avenue. He paid $5,000.

The Backiels farmed the property until 1954. That year his sons John and Stanley, and the young men’s brother-in-law, opened up Westport Golf Range. There was a driving range, and miniature golf course. (Today it’s the site of Regent’s Park condominiums.)

According to Jack Backiel, his grandfather — John S. — said that selling a bucket of golf balls was just like selling a basket of tomatoes. Except you got both the basket and the tomatoes back, to sell them again the next day.

Jack was just 7 years old in September 1954, but he remembers opening day. Trick shot artist Paul Hahn wrapped a club (actually a hose) around his body, then swung it and hit a ball off the mouth of his wife, as she lay on the ground.

The golf range “was my whole life as a kid,” Jack recalls.

In October 1958, the Backiels opened a bowling alley — only the 2nd 10-pin alley in the state. Economics favored recreation over farming.

John, Adolph and Stanley Backiel, inside Westport Lanes.

There were 8 owners: John S. Backiel’s children. Daily management was the responsibility of 3: John, Stanley and Adolf. The site is what is now Pier 1.

Business boomed. With lines out the door, the original 16 lanes soon expanded to 32. Soon, the Backiels added a pool room downstairs, and the Club 300 bar.

In the early years John Hersey — author of Hiroshima, and a former member of Westport’s Board of Education — bowled there several times a week.

Next door, when Mickey Rooney — acting at the Westport Country Playhouse — would hit buckets of balls at the golf range. Then he’d hang around for a couple of hours, talking to women and giving impromptu “golf lessons” to whoever listened.

Those recollections — and many more — come from Jack Backiel, John’s son and John S.’s grandson.

Jack says, “Our family was definitely on the cutting edge of bowling, as the new wave of family recreation began in the United States.” Bowling leagues thrived, from 1960 through the mid-’80s. Local businesses sponsored teams, advertising their names on the back of shirts.

The bowling alley stationery showed the building’s 1950’s-style facade.

In the fall of 1961, Westport Lanes was on “Candid Camera.” The last 2 lanes were rigged so that thin piano wires ran under the pins. When a couple came to bowl, they were assigned those lanes.

“The guy would bowl his regular score, but every time the woman got up, a mechanic in back would pull a lever. The piano wires moved just enough so all the pins fell down, no matter where she threw the ball.

“The poor guy out on a date would bowl his 125 game,” Jack continues. “His date would roll a 288. The hidden camera focused on his expression as she got strike after strike after strike.”

Paul Gambaccini — the “Professor of Pop,” and one of the most famous radio and TV music personalities in the UK — grew up not far from Westport Lanes. Earlier this year, in a Financial Times profile, he related the pinpoint accuracy of bowling to his precision cuing record.

And he recalled his earliest bowling days.

It was that period of the suburbanisation of America when an indispensible part of every new town was the bowling alley. It’s broken my heart to see bowling go downhill. Now it’s a sort of retro, kitsch thing. Nixon, for all his faults, was a bowler. He had a bowling alley in the basement of the White House.

One night in 1972, while the lanes were being refinished with a flammable coat of lacquer, they went up in flames. The cause was spontaneous combustion, Jack says, and the intense heat twisted steel.

A year later, the rebuilt Westport Lanes opened again.

Frances Lee at the Westport Golf Range, next door to Westport Lanes.

The bowling alley remained a kingpin of local recreation until 1984. Jack’s father — the youngest owner — was already in his 60s. The property was their nest egg. They sold the lanes and adjacent golf range for $6.8 million.

Two of the original owners are still alive. One aunt is 95; the other just turned 101.

“There wasn’t much entertainment in Westport back then, especially for kids,” Jack recalls. “We were it.”

That entertainment resonated with countless people. To this day, Jack says — even in retirement in Florida — when someone hears he’s from Westport, and that his family owned the bowling alley and golf range, they remember it.

And then they tell him stories about their favorite times there.

(Jack Backiel would love to hear more memories of the golf range and bowling alley. Click “Comments,” or email him: jjbackiel@aol.com.)