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BSA Ending Its BS?

Congratulations, Boy Scouts.

After far too long, you’re ready to do the right thing. You’re finally going to live up to your own “law.” You know, the one about being loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous and kind.

You’re going to allow gay people into the Boy Scouts of America.

And only a year after the Marines and the rest of the military said “gay is okay”!

As a gay man, I’ve found it hard reconciling what I know about Westport’s Boy Scouts with the self-serving blather coming out of BSA headquarters in Texas.

BSA 1I know the leaders of our 2 local troops are decent, open-minded men. I know that Troops 39 and 100 are well-organized and compassionately run. Both do many good deeds for our town.

And I know that plenty of gay teenagers have enjoyed being part of those troops. Some have become Eagle Scouts.

Still, I found it uncomfortable supporting those troops. They asked me to buy their candy. They wanted me to announce their Christmas tree pick-up project on “06880.”

Yet by supporting our local Boy Scouts — no matter how welcoming they are — wasn’t I in some way supporting a group that would not support me? One that, more importantly, sends a strong message to young people — gay and straight — that discrimination based on sexual orientation is not only allowed, but demanded?

My dilemma grew when a Staples student invited me to his Eagle ceremony. I’d helped with his project — it involved some of Westport’s oldest cemeteries — and he proudly asked me to witness the pinnacle of his Scouting career.

Eagle ScoutA Court of Honor ceremony is a big deal. I understood its importance to the troop, to him and his family. He’s a great, talented young man. I wanted to be there for him.

But I feared that would be hypocritical. I’d turn my back on the thousands of teenagers who do not live in Westport — and who either hide their sexual orientation from the Scouts, or (worse) are viciously booted out by them.

I went to the ceremony. But the next day, I wrote the new Eagle Scout a letter.

I congratulated him on his very impressive achievement. I thanked him for the invitation. And I said:

You have my utmost respect for your perseverance, skill, enthusiasm and devotion to Scouting.  It is clear you have gained an enormous amount from your years in the Boy Scouts of America, and have given much back in return.

But I would not be true to my own ideals if I did not convey my personal feelings about the BSA.  Please understand that this has nothing whatsoever to do with you.  My issue is with the national organization.

BSA logo

The many wonderful words that were spoken yesterday about Scouting – and I do not disagree with them – were undermined by the fact that, as a gay man, I could never legally be part of your organization.

Several years ago, I wrote a book called “Friends and Family: True Stories of Gay America’s Straight Allies.”  One of my favorite chapters was on Steven Cozza.  He was 14 when I interviewed him, and an Eagle Scout.  He loved the Boy Scouts, but he also felt the organization was not living up to its own ideals.  He started an organization called Scouting For All, which for several years has worked to get the BSA to change its policies.  He’s been unsuccessful so far – despite a million signatures on his petitions.

When I asked him why he was doing this – and whether people thought he was gay (he’s not) – he said simply, “It’s the right thing to do.”

I believe the same about you.  Your voice on stage has reached many people.  Now, as an Eagle Scout, I hope you’ll raise your voice on this issue, at an appropriate time.  As an Eagle Scout, your voice will be heard.

BSA rainbow

If I had not gone yesterday, I would not have heard the charge to “do a good deed daily” – to make a difference in someone’s life.  It reminded me of a quote from the anthropologist Margaret Mead.  She said:   “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world.  Indeed, it is the only thing that ever does.”

As a recent high school graduate, and now an Eagle Scout, you have a wonderful opportunity to help change the world.  If you do the best you can – if you’re the best person you can possibly be – then you will truly live up to the ideals of the vow you took yesterday.

I’ve got my money on you.

Some time later, he wrote back. He thanked me, and promised to do what he could.

Perhaps his voice was one of those that — half a decade later — made an impact. I’m not sure.

But I do know this: If the Boy Scouts do change their hateful, mindless policy next week, all Scouts — gay and straight; in Westport, and across America — will be one step closer to living up to their beloved organization’s own values.

Great Cakes/Great Story

Once word got out this morning that Great Cakes might close tomorrow — owner Rick Dickinson was unsure whether he could weather the tough period between the holidays and Easter — Westporters went to work.

Folks flooded the popular bakery. They bought coffee, challah and cupcakes.

They handed over cash and checks. And they opened “pre-paid accounts,” to tide Rick through the next few weeks.

Here’s a sign on the front window, made and posted by some Kool2BKind moms:

Great Cakes sign

“Save Our Store” it says. “Open your pre-pay account. Great Cakes knows it’s Kool To Be Kind.”

Meanwhile, here’s another we-love-Great Cakes poster, created by Kings Highway 2nd grader Ryan Lapatine:

It says:

Do you like cake and cupcakes? Great Cake’s

They also have cupcakes, bread and coffe.

You can sit inside.

The employees are REALY nice.

What’s especially impressive is that Ryan chose Great Cakes as her topic for a “persuasive writing” class assignment.

Last week.

You Can Save Great Cakes Today!

Sarah Green — one of the founders of Kool To Be Kind — saw this morning’s “06880” post on the dire straits of Great Cakes.

Owner Rick Dickinson has always been kind to her organization. She emailed me:

great-cakes-logoLynne Goldstein, Cindy Eigen and I are in Great Cakes right now brainstorming ways to save this wonderful local business. Basically, Rick needs $4,000 by tomorrow. If people will come in TODAY and give $100 or $200  for a prepaid account, he can make it … for now.

We need to save the man’s business. Here is someone who was struggling but STILL donated  to K2BK, for example. We as a community can save him!

Is there any way you can blog this now?

Done!

Great Cakes’ Not-Great News

The Law of Unintended Consequences says that actions always have unanticipated effects.

One unintended consequence of last year’s ban on cupcakes at school birthday celebrations may be felt tomorrow.

Great Cakes — the 30-year-old bakery near Bertucci’s — may close.

Rick Dickinson, and his great goods.

Rick Dickinson, and his great goods.

Rick Dickinson — who for 22 years has generously donated his cookies, sheet cakes and, yes, cupcakes, to any organization that asks — says that school cupcakes were 15% of his business.

His landlord has been very understanding, but business — always slow in the months between the holidays and Easter — is just too tough this year.

Tomorrow, Rick says, may be his last day.

Water Under The Bridge?

Save the Children‘s possible move out of its Wilton Road headquarters has generated plenty of headlines.

And you’d have to be living, brain dead, under a very large rock to not know that the Westport Y‘s move 2 miles up that same Wilton Road has caused considerable agita in town.

Why, then, has the proposed relocation of Westport’s largest employer — and biggest taxpayer — been met with a thunderous round of “meh”?

Bridgewater logoBridgewater Associates employs 1,200 people. It pays $500,000 a year in taxes. In 5 years, though, they hope to take all those workers — and tax dollars — down I-95 to Stamford.

(Then again, maybe not. On Monday the CT Mirror posted a long story describing opposition to the 750,000-square foot headquarters — “smack in the middle of a high-risk flood zone.”

(Plus, some folks are atwitter that Bridgewater will receive $115 million in state assistance to ease the move. The firm has $130 billion under management. And CEO Ray Dallio — worth $10 billion himself — is one of the world’s richest men, according to Forbes magazine.)

Oh, did I mention that Bridgewater Associations is not just “a” hedge fund. It is, according to CNN Money, the largest hedge fund.

On the planet.

Whoa! So not only is Bridgewater Westport’s largest employer and taxpayer — it’s also the mother of all hedge funds.

This guy does not work at Bridgewater Associates. At least, I don't think he does.

This guy does not work at Bridgewater Associates. At least, I don’t think he does.

Yet when was the last time you heard anyone say anything about them leaving?

Or, in fact, the last time someone said something about the fact that they’re even here?

I understand hedge funds are somewhat secretive. But think of the big corporations we’ve had in Westport.

Everyone knows Save the Children. Its predecessor, Famous Artists Schools, was also world-famous. (Okay, they had to get their name out there. Their customers were people paying a few dollars to learn to draw and write, not fabulously wealthy customers hoping to become even fabulously wealthier.)

But when Marketing Corporation of America — the world’s largest marketing firm, at the time — was headquartered on Riverside Avenue, everyone in town sure knew they were here.

Tauck logo 2 We knew Tauck Tours was here too. They’re the company that invented the group travel industry, then modernized it with high-end, worldwide itineraries.

Same with Stauffer Chemical, which made (hey, someone had to) herbicides for corn and rice.

And before that, Embalmers’ Supply Company — yes, the largest in the world — called Westport home.

All of those businesses — big, robust, important — were integral parts of Westport. As corporations, they were good neighbors. As human beings, the men and women who worked there were our neighbors.

But Bridgewater has been virtually invisible. Scattered in 5 locations — the 2 biggest sites are the old Glendinning building on Weston Road (very convenient to scooting on and off the Merritt Parkway) and Nyala Farm (ditto for 95) — it was easy for the hard-working, high-rolling hedge fund men and women to have little to do with Westport life.

Bridgewater Associates' Weston Road headquarters.

Bridgewater Associates’ Weston Road headquarters.

When Bridgewater leaves Westport, 5 or so years from now, we’ll miss their tax dollars.

But I don’t know that we’ll miss them. Because, really, were they ever really here?

Stuart’s Subaru

When 94-year-old Stuart Bernard moved from Westport to Meadow Ridge, he no longer needed his car.

But after 40 years here, he wasn’t about to stop serving his community. So instead of simply selling his 2001 Subaru Legacy — in excellent condition, with just 74,000 miles — he donated it to a good cause.

A perfect cause, in fact.

ITN Coastal — the 24/7 driving service for seniors, and adults with visual impairments — is the proud recipient of Stuart’s Subaru. It’s a win-win-win: He gets a tax writeoff. ITN adds another vehicle to their fleet. And hundreds of people in Westport and surrounding towns get another opportunity to be driven to doctor’s appointments, shopping, the opera, or even — this actually happens — mah jongg games.

Stuart Bernard, Nancy  McCormick, and the newly donated Subaru Legacy.

Stuart Bernard, Nancy McCormick, and the newly donated Subaru Legacy.

This is the 3rd car donated to ITN Coastal. (One was too damaged to use; it was sold, with proceeds going toward program operating costs.) The fleet is used by the 3 paid drivers.

The vast majority of drivers are volunteers. They use their own cars, and are given “credits” good for their own future use, for transfer to a loved one, or to be donated to the Road Scholarship Program for low-income riders.

ITN logoIn just 2 years, ITN Coastal has provided over 5,500 rides to 120 members. Membership costs $65 a year. Rides are $3.50 for pickup, and $1.50 per mile. Reservations should be made by 3:30 p.m. the day before, though some weekday same-day rides are available.

Nearly half of all ITN Coastal members come from Westport. The rest are in Weston, Fairfield and Norwalk.

It’s a great program, as Stuart Bernard well knows.

His son knows it too. To go along with his father’s Subaru, Kent Bernard donated a new set of tires.

A Remarkable Real Estate Sale

When Walter Pitkin turned a 1700’s-era sea captain’s house on Main Street into a map and book store, it thrived.

But he sold it to a man who, Sidney Kramer said, “slapped your hand if you picked up a book.” Within a couple of years, business turned sour.

So in the early 1960s, when Sidney’s wife Esther looked to open a bookstore, the stars were aligned. The Kramers bought the property — on the corner of Parker Harding Plaza — and opened the Remarkable Book Shop.

“Remarkable” — the name not only described the store, but contained the name “Kramer” spelled backward — was an instant success.

The low ceilings and sloping wood floors gave it a funky charm. Esther and her band of loyal, learned employees — women like Esta Burroughs, Rita Engelbardt and Wendy Newton — stocked the shelves with an eclectic collection of bestsellers, classics, hard-to-find and one-of-a-kind releases, art and photography books, poetry, political manifestos, and nearly everything else.

They added funky gifts and posters. They painted the exterior a memorable shade of pink.

Large, comfy chairs invited lounging. When customers tore pages out of cookbooks, Esther put up a pad and pencil and invited people to copy recipes.

Eventually, Remarkable took over the space next door — Record Hunter. The Kramers — Sid was an attorney, literary agent and co-founder of Bantam Books — added space underneath, renting first to a barber, then a succession of gift shops.

The setup of the book store — with its warren of small rooms — made it warm and welcoming. But Sid calls the layout “a pain in the ass. We could never see our customers.”

Because the Kramers owned the building, they succeeded in the always-difficult book world. “If we had to pay rent, we probably wouldn’t have made it,” Sid — now 98, and with a razor-sharp memory — says.

This sign -- immortalizing the longtime owner -- was created by Westport artist Miggs Burroughs. His mother Esta was Esther's longtime second-in-command.

This sign — immortalizing the longtime owner, and incorporating the store’s whimsical mascot — was created by Westport artist Miggs Burroughs. His mother Esta was Esther’s longtime second-in-command.

But the arrival of Barnes & Noble marked the beginning of the end. The discount megastore siphoned off enough customers to force the Kramers to close. Paul Newman called, begging them to reconsider, but — after 34 years — the decision stood.

Nearly 20 years ago Talbots took over — a watershed moment in the Main Street march from mom-and-pop shops to chains.

Two years ago, Esther Kramer died. She was 93 years old.

Last year, Talbots consolidated its wares into the old Record Hunter wing.

Earlier this month, the Kramer family sold the 3,500-square foot building. It fetched $4.2 million.

That’s a lot of money.

But for Westporters of a certain age — who grew up in a certain era — the memories of Remarkable Book Shop are worth much, more more.

Skate Date

Sure, we’ve got Urban Outfitters, Terrain, and Paul Newman’s Dressing Room.

But when a cold wave hits and ponds freeze, we’re just like any town in Maine, Minnesota or Manitoba.

Katherine Hooper — one of my favorite photographers — took her camera to Nash’s Pond. She captured the quintessential winter scenes below.

Okay, okay. Michael Bolton has a house by the pond. But otherwise we’re just a normal small town, with kids of all ages who love to skate.

Nash's Pond, Westport CT by Katherine Hooper

Nash's Pond, Westport CT by Katherine Hooper

Nash's Pond, Westport CT by Katherine Hooper

Nash's Pond, Westport CT by Katherine Hooper

Nash's Pond, Westport CT by Katherine Hooper

(Click here for Katherine Hooper’s blog, and more great photos.)

24 Hours To Showtime

At Staples, Ari Edelson spent months putting on shows. Whether acting or directing in Players, the 1994 grad learned to do theater the way  professionals do.

Now — as a professional “director/ producer/ multiple hat-wearer” with successes on 2 continents — Ari understands more than ever the importance of organization, planning and preparation.

Except when he’s putting on a musical in just 24 hours.

Ari Edelson, doing an interview for "24-Hour Musicals." (Photo by Kerry Long)

Ari Edelson, doing an interview for “24-Hour Musicals.” (Photo by Kerry Long)

From start — casting, writing songs and dialogue, staging, rehearsing and opening — to finish.

Poof! Like Brigadoon, the moment the curtain falls on a performance that did not exist one day earlier, it’s gone forever.

24-Hour Musicals,” they’re called. Ari has organized them at New York’s Gramercy Theatre since 2008.

Now they’ve become a little less ephemeral. A documentary crew has produced a film about the event. “One Night Stand” — which earned great reviews at festivals around the country — will open nationally in hundreds of theaters on Wednesday, January 30.

Fittingly, it will play for one night only. The closest Connecticut sites are Milford and Danbury.

Ben Pasek (left) and Justin Paul, deep into their "24-Hour Musical." (Photo by Kerry Long)

Ben Pasek (left) and Justin Paul, deep into their “24-Hour Musical.” (Photo by Kerry Long)

This being Westport, there’s more than one connection to the film. Staples 2003 grad Justin Paul and his writing partner, Benj Pasek — who most recently wrote the Broadway smash “A Christmas Story, The Musical” — participated in the 2009 24-Hour Musical, which the filmmakers followed. Ari, Justin and Ben are featured prominently in the movie.

Ari calls each exhausting, exhilarating 24-Hour Musical “an Ironman for the theater.”

The New York Times says the film “borrows from the frenzied, ticking-clock world of reality television.”

Describing the final product, Ari says, “Part of the fun is when people forget their lines. The audience loves seeing blood on the floor.”

There’s an even better line in the movie. Near the beginning, actress Tamara Tunie proclaims, “I’m excited and I’m terrified. It is kind of like sex.”

One Night Stand

Westport And Tyson Chandler: “The Minister Of D”

In 2010, Staples grad Fred Cantor co-wrote “Monbo Time.” It was a paean to pitcher Bill Monbouqette Monbouquette, and 40 years of Red Sox history.

The legendary Remains — a band that got their start in Boston, but whose lead singer Barry Tashian and keyboardist Bill Briggs called Westport home — recorded the song. They donated half of all revenues from it to cancer research and treatment.

Fred Cantor

Fred Cantor

But Fred is not a Red Sox fan. He loves basketball, and has been a New York Knicks fanatic since before the championship days of Willis and Walt.

So for his encore sports-songwriting effort — again for charity — he’s gone to the hoop.

Fred — who in real life is an attorney — chose Tyson Chandler. The veteran center “epitomizes selfless team play,” Fred says. “I really appreciate that, not only as a longtime fan but also having played on successful soccer teams at Staples and Yale.”

If the Knicks win an NBA title for the 1st time in 4 decades — since Fred was young — Tyson will be key.

Tyson Chandler

Tyson Chandler

First, Fred wrote some lyrics that capture the essence of Tyson’s game. Then he decided to give him a nickname. “I feel he deserves even greater recognition than he’s gotten,” the songwriter says.

Which is how Tyson Chandler became “The Minister of D.”

Next, Fred called Charlie Karp and Michael Mugrage. Both are Staples classmates of Fred’s — and friends dating back to Coleytown Elementary and Coleytown Junior High, respectively.

They’re hugely talented musicians. Charlie left Staples to join Buddy Miles’ band. He played at Jimi Hendrix’s memorial service, and earned a devoted local following with bands like White Chocolate, Dirty Angels and Slo Leak.

Michael toured with Orleans, and composed music for Chaka Khan, Smokey Robinson and Terry Cashman’s classic “Talkin’ Baseball.”

Michael Mugrage (center) and Charlie Karp (right) record "The Minister of D," with sound engineer Tom Hawes.

Michael Mugrage (center) and Charlie Karp (right) record “The Minister of D,” with sound engineer Tom Hawes.

“I wanted a song that combined different elements,” Fred explains. “The lyrics were to be rapped, but I also wanted a funk sound that evokes the era when the Knicks won their 2 titles. And I wanted the song to be part rock.”

“We wanted the music to harken back to the glory days of the Knicks of the early ’70s,” Michael told TheKnicksBlog. The site describes that “New York cool” time of Sly and the Family Stone, and Isaac Hayes, as “an era one imagines Tyson would  have felt right at home in.”

Within minutes of getting together, Charlie and Michael nailed it. After a bit more work, they recorded it with sound engineer Tom Hawes.

They continued to improvise, taking turns on lead and bass guitar, and sharing vocals in different octaves to create harmonies (and a “big group” sound). At the end, they created crowd noise to mimic the Garden.

Tyson’s reps say he is honored by the song. He feels good too that 25% of the royalties go to the Garden of Dreams Foundation, benefiting kids facing obstacles.

And Fred no doubt feels good that he’s written a song about favorite team. Not the Red Sox.

(Click here to hear “The Minister of D.” Search “Charlie Karp & Mike Mugrage” on iTunes to buy it.)

The cover, as it appears on iTunes. It's a ticket stub from a game Fred went to the 1st week the new Madison Square Garden opened. Fred  Cantor calls Tyson Chandler "a throwback" to that era of championship NY Knick teams.

The cover, as it appears on iTunes. It’s a ticket stub from a game Fred Cantor went to the 1st week the new Madison Square Garden opened. He calls Tyson Chandler “a throwback” to that era of championship NY Knick teams.