Monthly Archives: July 2013

Scott Brodie Sheds Light On Vision

In 1964, Scott Brodie got his 1st pair of glasses.

Standing in his Burr Farms Road kitchen — looking at the house next door — the 12-year-old was stunned by how clearly he could see.

Fifty years later — after time on Riker’s Island (see below) — vision is still at the core of his life.

After graduating from Staples High School in 1970, and Wesleyan University (where he did 3 majors and a master’s in 4 years), Scott embarked on specialized study.

Scott Brodie

Scott Brodie

In 1985 — following 15 years at places like Rockefeller University (biophysics), Cornell Medical College, Harvard Medical School and NYU Medical Center — he was ready to begin his ophthalmological career.

Besides research, teaching, treating extremely rare retinal disorders, and publishing enough papers to fill 14 single-spaced pages on his CV, Scott consulted for the medical examining division of New York City’s Department of Personnel.

For 10 years — until Mayor Giuliani abolished the office — Scott helped set official standards for public safety positions.

That involved touring Riker’s Island to see (ho ho) whether it was okay for a prison guard to have only one eye (no), and whether night blindness would disqualify them for work (yes).

He also determined whether someone who lacked depth perception could operate a crane transferring garbage from a transfer station to a barge. (Yes; the candidate had done similar work on city streets for 20 years without an accident.)

Scott spent a lot of time working with color-blind police officers. (It’s not very good when they’re on the witness stand, and can’t describe the color of the getaway car.)

"I saw it clearly, Your Honor. They were driving a lime-green vehicle. I'm absolutely sure of it."

“I saw it clearly, Your Honor. They were driving a lime-green vehicle. I’m absolutely sure of it.”

Which brings us — in a roundabout way — to Westport traffic lights.

I was talking to Scott about all this because he’d emailed me after reading a recent “06880” story about the odd tint of the Post Road/Morningside light.

He sent several paragraphs of fascinating, highly detailed information about traffic light colors. It began:

The basic color scheme for traffic lights was inherited from the  scheme developed by the railroads in the 19th century. Red was early on selected as the signal for “stop” as it was considered to carry universal connotations of warning.

The original color for “go” was white, but this was changed to green after a disaster caused by a red lens falling off a stop signal, thus causing it to  be confused with a white “go” signal.

Green was chosen as the color thought to have the highest contrast against red; yellow was added later for “caution” as the next brightest and contrasting color available after red and green.

However, Scott said — and I’m paraphrasing here — in the mid-20th century it was realized that red and green are the most problematic colors for people with color blindness and deficiencies.

Thus, the Institute of Traffic Engineers adopted standards that shade the “red” light a bit toward orange, and the “green” a bit to blue.

Here’s a chromaticity diagram. (The colors of traffic lights are found on the periphery of the diagram, rotated somewhat in the counter-clockwise direction from the “reddest” red and the “greenest” green.)

Traffic light diagram

Clear as day. Now I understand!

So, I asked, has Scott actually seen that Morningside light? After all, his parents — his dad is 95, his mom 86 — still live in the house on nearby Burr Farms Road they built in 1955.

“I have to say, I haven’t noticed it,” Scott admits.

“But I’ll check it out the next time I’m in Westport.”

(Bonus fun fact: Westporter William Phelps Eno — who created the stop sign, pedestrian crosswalk, traffic circle, one-way street, taxi stand and pedestrian safety islands [but NOT traffic lights] — was one of the first honorary members in the Institute of Transportation Engineers.)

Just Another Summer Sunday Sunset

Sure, another local website posts Compo sunset photos every time the sun goes down.

“06880” stays away.

Unless there are shots like these:

Compo Beach - Dan Woog

Compo Beach - Dan Woog

That’s what lucky beachgoers were treated to tonight.

Imagine what it looked like if I had a real camera — not an iPhone.

Or how it looked in real life.

PS: Here’s one more. Lawrence Zlatkin sent along this view from a sailboat off Cockenoe Island:

Sunset from Cockenoe - Lawrence Zlatkin

Granted…

What’s needed to make downtown Westport more attractive?

Politicians and civic leaders think new and improved sidewalks, some curbing, a few tree grates, guardrails here and there, and energy efficient lighting would help.

What will it cost?

Well, $497,595 might cover it.

Voilà!

That’s the amount of a state grant — designed to help towns “develop or improve their commercial districts, help small businesses attract customers and improve pedestrian safety and livability in town centers” — provided by the neatly named Main Street Investment Fund. Westport was 1 of 14 towns in Connecticut to receive the aid.

Main Street was looking a bit bedraggled after the removal of some downtown trees.

Main Street looked a bit bedraggled after the removal of some downtown trees.

But — aesthetically improved sidewalks, curbing and tree grates aside — the grant was not universally praised.

A Westporter — and local business owner, no less — posted the news on Facebook. She added one word: “Speechless.”

Other commenters added their $497,595 2 cents:

  • “That’s like an heiress applying for & getting food stamps. Unbeleiveable.”
  • “The person with the best writing skills get the grants! It is silly for Westport to take grant money, they should be embarrassed!”
  • “Taking it away from what other deserving areas that applied?”
  • “Oh please– Westport should’nt even have been ELIGIBLE.”
  • “Good to know the state has its priorities in order!”
  • “Someone should investigate how that even happened.”

Of course, Facebook is its own ecosystem. Friends tend to reinforce other friends’ views.

Perhaps there’s another person out there whose Facebook page is filled with congratulations for this grant.

Meanwhile, “06880” wants to know: How do you feel about Westport’s half-million-dollar downtown improvement grant? Well deserved? Much needed? Kinda nice, but embarrassing? A boondoggle? Something else?

Click “Comments.” Use your full name, please — and let us know if you’ve got a dog in the downtown hunt.

The People’s Tree Goes

Rev. Alison Patton has been here just over a year.

A tree at the corner of the Post Road and North Compo Road has been here a lot longer.

It’s been here through a couple of decades of People’s Savings Bank. It was here, shading the original home of Ed Mitchell’s. It was here before that too, when the building housed a heating contractor.

Now it’s gone. But as it was being cut, Rev. Patton snapped a photo.

Peoples Bank treeI’m not sure why it’s gone. Maybe it was diseased. Maybe the bank worried it would fall during the next storm. Or maybe someone just didn’t like it there.

Whatever the reason, there’s one less tree on the Post Road.

And, as Rev. Patton says, it’s on a corner that “could use more, not less green.”

I Met A Pie-Mom…

There was lots going on this afternoon at Wakeman Town Farm.

The Family Fun Day included food, meet-the-animals, talk-to-farmers — and of course a pie-eating contest.

Betsy P. Kahn sends along these great photos:

On your mark...

On your mark…

Getting into it.

Getting into it.

REALLY getting into it.

REALLY getting into it.

And the winner: co-WTF steward Carrie Aitkenhead.

And the winner: co-WTF steward Carrie Aitkenhead.

There was also “farm girl mud wrestling.”

Betsy did not send photos.

“06880” is a family blog.

Mystery Trees

Recently, 4 trees in Parker Harder Plaza were tagged like this:

Parker Harding trees

The thing is, no one in an official capacity knows why.

Public Works didn’t do it. Neither did the tree warden.

It’s not the legal, we’re-planning-to-chop-this-tree-down tape.

And it doesn’t seem to be welcome-home-from-12-years-in-captivity tape either.

If any alert “06880” readers have a clue, hit “Comments.”

After last fall’s mysterious Paul Bunyan number on several Main Street trees, plenty of Westporters want to know.

Down On The Farm, With Charlie Colasurdo

In 1886, Staples’ 1st graduating class consisted of 6 students — all girls.

All the guys had dropped out. Their families needed them to work on farms.

More than 125 years later, Westport boys still work the land.

Quite a bit has changed, of course. They drive (or are driven) to farms. They have to learn how to farm. And they’ve got an “06880” blog to tell their story.

Charlie Colasurdo is a rising 8th grader at Coleytown Middle School. Here’s what he says about his work at Wakeman Town Farm:

My interest in farms goes back as far as I can think. I always was fascinated by the idea of farm life, even though I live in a suburban town like Westport.

Charlie Colasurdo (right) takes care of younger farmers -- and young farm animals.

Charlie Colasurdo (right) takes care of younger farmers — and young farm animals.

Since I was 6 I bugged my parents to sign me up for farm camps. I went to places like Sport Hill in Easton all the way up to Shelburne Farms in Vermont, so I could feel like I was part of farm life — feeding chickens, getting into the dirt and learning about everything from heirloom seeds to animal husbandry to organic gardening.

When I turned 10, I heard that Wakeman Town Farm was reopening. I was excited to work in their Junior Apprentice Program. I did a 4th grade farm presentation. From there I was invited to the Board of Finance meeting to speak about why I thought preserving the farm was important.

Shortly after that, I was invited to cut the ribbon at the grand opening at the farm. I was thrilled. I got to meet Mike and Carrie Aitkenhead, the farm stewards, as well as the many people who helped make the farm a possibility. I still know many of them personally.

Wakeman Town Farm is thriving today.

Wakeman Town Farm thrives today.

I went to many of the workshops offered the first year of Wakeman, like Seed Starting and Chicken Keeping, but in the beginning there were no programs for kids my age. I started a 2-year apprenticeship at Ambler Farm in Wilton, the closest farm I could find, going after school and on Saturdays. It was a lot of fun, and I learned a lot more about the ups and downs of farming.

Then I heard that Mike and Carrie were removed from their positions as farm stewards…right before I was old enough to work at the farm. I was heartbroken, and wanted to help get the farm back on its feet. My family and I got involved. My mom joined the board and I joined the Middle School Apprentice program in 6th grade.

The first year was incredible. We got Mike and Carrie back by having the 1st Pancake Breakfast. There were 800 people instead of the expected 100. We built from there, with fundraisers, family programs and events.

Charlie Colasurdo photographed these baby lambs at Wakeman Town Farm.

Charlie Colasurdo photographed these baby lambs at Wakeman Town Farm.

As an apprentice I helped side by side with Mike, doing everything from turning compost to planting and building raised beds. I watched and helped as the farm grew from just some raised beds and a few chickens to a place with 3 large gardens, 16 chickens, a fruit orchard, and so much more. Wakeman even inspired me to get my own farm animals, a flock of 6 heritage ducks we will be using for eggs.

Every week, I look forward to the Apprentice program at Wakeman. A few weeks ago, I rode up to Lyme with Wakeman chair Liz Beller to pick up 2 young sheep, joining the farm’s new pair of goats. What I have taken away from the program is a better respect for our food, our farmers, and our environment, as well as many new friends who share common interests.

That’s pretty much my story!

Showing Pat Robertson Some Love

The other day, a viewer asked Pat Robertson if it was okay to “like” Facebook photos of same-sex couples.

The “700 Club” host/failed presidential candidate/former Southern Baptist minister crawled out of his cave long enough to reply that Facebook needs a “vomit” button for such pictures.

“You’ve got a couple of same-sex guys kissing, do you like that?” he rumbled.

“Well, that makes me want to throw up. To me I would punch ‘vomit,’ not ‘like,’ but they don’t give you that option on Facebook.”

Then he chuckled, at the absurdity of this wacky 21st-century world. (Click here or below to see Rev. Robertson’s full answer.)

That did not sit well with another religious figure. Rev. Debra Haffner — co-founder and president of the Religious Institute, the Westport-based multifaith organization advocating for sexual health, education and justice in faith communities and society — set up a Tumblr page filled with love, not hate.

“Such comments make it sound as if Rev. Robertson has never seen the love and the joy on the faces of same-sex couples,” the page — called “Show Pat Love!” — says.

The Tumblr invites users to share same-sex couple photos — and promises to forward a link to all submissions to Rev. Robertson’s attention.

Dozens of photos have already been posted. There are male couples, and female couples; white, black, Hispanic, Asian and biracial couples; couples with kids, and couples with dogs; couples posing in churches and temples, atop mountains and on beaches.

In other words: same-sex couples doing just what opposite-sex couples do on their wedding days.

One of the 1st couples to be featured is Suzanne Sheridan and Rozanne Gates. The longtime Westporters posted a joyful shot from their wedding ceremony at the Unitarian Church.

Suzanne Sheridan and Rozanne Gates

The minister is Rev. Frank Hall. Also officiating: Rev. Barbara Fast, of the Danbury Unitarian Church.

Interestingly, Debra Haffner is associated with the Unitarians  too. When she’s not running the Religious Institute, she serves as a community minister at the Westport church.

Where, clearly, there is plenty of love to go around.

And enough to spare, even for a grumpy old man living out a different century in a Virginia cave.

(Click here for the “Show Pat Love!” Tumblr.)

Lizzy Youngling Races To World Rowing Championships

In 2011, Staples senior Lizzy Youngling was recruited by the University of Virginia. It’s the #1 women’s rowing school in the country — but virtually no one at Staples heard of her achievement.

Now Lizzy is headed to Austria. She’ll represent the US in double sculls at the Under-23 World Championships.

Once again, hardly anyone in town has noticed.

“Rowing is not an easy sport to watch,” Lizzy admits. “Spectators only see one section of the race.”

But it could be the toughest sport on the planet.* And Westport boasts an athlete with a chance to win an international title in it.

Lizzy Youngling

Lizzy Youngling

Yet Lizzy did not take to rowing like, um, a duck to water. As a child she watched her mother row (“I sat on the launch eating animal crackers,” Lizzy cracks). She thought it looked “incredibly graceful” — but when she got in a boat to try, she “wanted to die.”

In the summer of 2007 she took an introductory class at the Saugatuck Rowing Club. She was so good, she skipped novice competition and went straight to varsity. But she still didn’t care for the sport, and spent the next 2 years riding horses at the Fairfield County Hunt Club.

As a Staples junior, Lizzy went out for track. But shin splints ended that career 2 weeks after it began. Her rowing friends said they loved their new coach. Lizzy returned to the club.

Her career soon raced ahead.

She rowed on a boat that took 2nd at Nationals. That earned her an invitation to the Junior National Team selection camp. She snagged an alternate spot to travel with the Worlds team to Prague. The day before they left, an injury elevated her to a spot in the quads boat — which she helped to a 7th place finish overall.

The next year Lizzy won Nationals, then finished 4th at the World Championships in London (missing a bronze medal by 0.4 seconds).

And — as a freshman — UVa won the NCAA Division I championship.

Lizzy Youngling (2nd from left) at the Junior World Championship heats in 2011. (Copyright www.row2k.com)

Lizzy Youngling (2nd from left) at the Junior World Championship heats in 2011. (Copyright http://www.row2k.com)

Last summer was not as successful — she fractured a rib and had mono — but she came back stronger than ever. Right now Lizzy is training in Princeton. The Under-23 World Championships begin July 24.

At last, Lizzy loves rowing.

“You have to work so hard, but it pays off in the end,” she explains.

“The camaraderie is amazing. Your teammates totally understand your bad days, and they’re with you on the good ones.

“And winning! It’s the greatest feeling in the world. You can’t race too much because of the toll on your body, so when you do win, it really means a lot.”

Lizzy Youngling: strong and confident.

Lizzy Youngling: strong and confident.

Success in rowing demands “lots of patience, time and energy,” Lizzy says. It helps to be tall, too — she’s 6-1. (“Finally my height pays off,” she laughs).

Though Westport boasts the very successful Saugatuck Rowing Club, the sport’s profile here is not particularly high.

At Staples, she says, it’s considered “the place for people who don’t fit in with other sports.” But rowers might be the best athletes around. “It’s amazing to see these little middle school kids suddenly morph into muscular, powerful people,” Lizzy says.

In her senior spring, Lizzy left Saugatuck Rowing for the GMS Center in New Milford. The national team head coach is there, and Lake Lillinonah boasts a rare 12,000-meter straight course.

Lizzy has come far from last summer, when the day she returned to training after her 2-month layoff she could barely run 20 minutes.

Her current challenges are both physical — she thinks she and teammate Leigh Archer can finish in the top 6 at the World Championship — and financial. Because “no one follows us, and US Rowing has no money,” Lizzy and Leigh must raise $12,000 to compete.

For Lizzy Youngling, that’s just one more race to win.

(Click here to contribute to Lizzy’s US Rowing fundraising campaign.)

*Depending on whether you consider mixed martial arts a “sport.”

Sally’s Place To Close; A Westport Era To End

Sally White has been selling music on Main Street since 1956.

Sometime this summer, her song will finally end.

The beloved owner of Sally’s Place — the record/CD store where Keith Richards and Mary Travers shopped (and schmoozed) with Sally, and any other music lovers who wandered up the steps at 190 Main Street — is closing down.

She’s not sure when (probably later this summer). And she has no idea what she’ll do with the hundreds of posters, autographed photos and musical tchotchkes that line the way (maybe sell them?).

Sally White, standing underneath a photo of one of her all-time favorites: Frank Sinatra.

Sally White, standing underneath a photo of one of her all-time favorites: Frank Sinatra.

She does know, though, that she’ll leave a business she’s loved from her 1st day at Melody House, a few doors away, 57 years ago.

She also knows why she’s closing. The internet dragged too many customers away. The stagnant economy dragged business down further.

Sally’s Place has a niche in Westport that will never be replaced. I walked in this afternoon at the same time as another customer. She wanted a vinyl copy of “Rubber Soul.” Sally promised it would be in by Saturday.

When Melody House closed in the late ’50s, Stanley Klein offered her a job in his department store’s record section. Raising 2 sons alone, she said she could work only 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. She also told him how much she needed to be paid. He hired her on the spot.

She worked there for more than 20 years. Her gentle nature, loving presence and encyclopedic knowledge of music influenced generations of Westporters — myself included.

Sally's Place is at 190 Main Street -- on the right, just past Avery Place.

Sally’s Place is at 190 Main Street — on the right, just past Avery Place.

When Klein’s record department closed in 1985, she decided to open her own store. Her brother-in-law wrote a business plan. She showed it to the president of Westport Bank & Trust.

He gave it right back. “We don’t need it,” he said. He trusted her word.

She offered her house as collateral. He refused. He was happy to back Sally’s Place without it.

It’s been an “amazing” 27 years, Sally says. “The bank, the record companies, my landlord — everyone has been fantastic.”

Especially her customers. “They make me feel special,” says Sally. “But I’m just doing what I love.”

Another customer this afternoon asked Sally for a turntable needle. She handed him a phone number. “This is the Needle Doctor,” she said. “He has everything.”

Sally’s musical roots run deep. She’s seen Frank Sinatra on stage. Also Count Basie, Duke Ellington, Tommy Dorsey, Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman and Artie Shaw.

Brubeck and Gerry Mulligan were close friends. So are many customers who never played a note. All are bound by a love of music — and the treasure that is Sally.

Sally doing what she loves most: interacting with one customer. Another one browses in back.

Sally doing what she loves: interacting with a customer. Another browses in back.

“I’ve been working since I was 14,” Sally says. “I’ve been a part of this town for a long time. This is my heart and soul. I wouldn’t trade places with anyone.”

She’s survived as long as she has on special orders. Bluegrass compilations, rap, the “Roar of the Greasepaint” soundtrack — all are hand-written, in old-school logbooks. People find her from around the country.

She does not charge for mailing. “It’s my way of saying thanks,” she says.

As if on cue, a customer requested “old Polish-American polka music” for a wedding. She mentioned a composer. “S-t-u-r-r,” Sally spelled. “Right!” the woman said.

There is plenty of new vinyl -- and CDs, and random stuff, and musical knowledge -- at Sally's Place.

There is plenty of new vinyl — and CDs, random stuff, and musical knowledge — at Sally’s Place.

She does not stock Lady Gaga. “You can get that at Walmart for 10 bucks,” she says.

You can get it online, too — along with virtually everything Sally sells. Which is why she has written this message (by hand):

After 27 years of business I have decided to retire. The economy and internet sales have made it impossible for me to continue.

I thank you for your support, and hope you wish me well in retirement. I’ll miss you.

“Quick and easy,” she says. “I don’t need the schmaltz.”

But we need to say “thank you” to Sally White. Please hit “Comments” to share  your memories, or offer praise.

And then — whether you’re a longtime admirer, a former customer who faded away, or someone who always meant to stop by but never did — go see Sally.

She’ll be glad to see you.

And her broad, loving smile will make your day.

(Click here to read a previous post about Sally’s Westport Arts Center award.)

Back to the Basics: A Portrait of Sally White from Claire Bangser.