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Just A Minute, Man!

In September, “06880” passed along a press release from the selectman’s office. Starting immediately, the Minuteman would be delivered directly to the driveways of people who previously requested the newspaper, rather than via US mail.

Happily, the delivery folks would travel the same route 3 days after tossing it, picking up all papers not already “retrieved by subscribers.”

There was even a number to call for removal from the mailing list: 866-361-9064.

Calls (of course!) “may be monitored or recorded, for quality assurance.”

Well, the Minuteman’s quality assurance department should cover a lot more than phone calls.

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I got 2 emails on the same day this week, both complaining about continuing Minuteman hassles.

One said:

We always liked getting the Minuteman, but when they switched to driveway delivery we called to get taken off the list. I really don’t like having a “kick me” sign in the driveway.

It came anyway. We called again to get taken off the list, and waited to see if the paper got picked up. By Day 6 it still hadn’t, and today another one was delivered. So we’ve called again.

Is this experience of the Minuteman not following their promise to the town widespread?

The 2nd email echoed a similar complaint: The subscriber had asked to be taken off the delivery list. Nothing happened.

So: Are these 2 just isolated cases? Or is the Minuteman’s customer service a continuing issue, 5 weeks after the original promise? Click “Comments” below.

Or write a letter to the Minuteman editor: 1175 Post Road East, Westport, CT 06880.

 

 

 

Remembering Gerry Gross

We remember mid-2oth century  Westport as an artists’ colony. We recall the many “Mad Men” advertising executives who lived here too.

But Westport was also home to movers and shakers in the publishing world. Last week, the New York Times ran an obituary of one of the most remarkable of all.

Gerald Gross died earlier this month of bladder cancer. He was 94.

The longtime book editor “was instrumental in bringing the memoirs of Adolf Hitler’s close associate Albert Speer to an English-speaking readership,” Bruce Weber wrote.

Gross — who had already won National Book Awards as a Harcourt Brace editor — was in the top ranks at Macmillan in 1968. Though he was Jewish — and had flown bombing missions over Germany during  World War II — Gross “developed a collegial relationship if not a friendship” with  Speer, Hitler’s minister of armaments who during 20 years in prison surreptitiously wrote notes for what later became 2 best-selling memoirs.

Gerry Gross with his daughter Sarah and son Adam (left), and other family members earlier this month, at his 94th birthday.

Gerry Gross with his daughter Sarah and son Adam (left), and other family members earlier this month, at his 94th birthday.

Gross worked on contracts for the books, and with translators to edit them.

Speer later called his collaboration with Gross “one of the wonderful experiences of my life.”

Gross’ son Adam — a 1973 graduate of Staples High School, and now a noted architect — told the Times that his father felt “conflicted.”

“As a publisher he thought it was an important book, and I think he saw it as an obligation to have this guy tell his story.”

Gerry Gross said in 2005 that for “the sake of my own conscience in working with Speer,” he told the former Nazi to send his American royalties to a refugee aid group.

Gross — a Jersey City native who got married the day after Pearl Harbor, and enlisted in the Army Air Forces the day after that — first came to Westport in 1950. He and his wife Flora rented a summer cottage on the Saugatuck River. Boarders included Robert Penn Warren, who sat in their little cabin and wrote while Gross was in the city.

Gerry and Flora moved to Weston full time when their daughter Sarah was born in 1952. The house they bought on Godfrey Road was lived in earlier by Burl Ives, then sailing dinghy racer and designer Sandy Douglass.

The  Grosses moved to a farmhouse on Greens Farms Road in 1962, and were part of a wide circle of artist and writer friends.

Gerry Gross with Herb and Lou Barrett

The Grosses (right) with longtime Westport friends, Herb and Lou Barrett.

In the late 1960s Flora opened the Illustrators Gallery on Main Street. She later became director of the American Institute for Graphic Arts in New York.

In 1976 the couple relocated to Boston, where Gerry became vice president for the arts, publications and media at Boston University. He helped found and run the Huntington Theater Company there.

They kept their Westport home, renting it out and intending to retire here. They moved back in 1996, but could not stay long because of Flora’s Parkinson’s. In 1998 they moved to Baltimore, to be near Adam’s family.

His wife died 10 years ago. Now Gerry Gross — one of the last living links to one of World War II’s vilest men — is gone too.

Gerry and Flora Gross with their children, Sarah and Adam, around 1970.

Gerry and Flora Gross with their children, Sarah and Adam, around 1970.

Jeff Simon’s Salt Marshes

Growing up in Westport, it’s hard not to be influenced by the water. Some kids simply enjoy the beach. Others learn to sail, kayak or paddleboard.

Jeff Simon’s love of the Sound went even deeper.

From the age of 2, he was fascinated by tidal pools. Over the years he developed a great appreciation for our marine coastline and wildlife.

He graduated from Staples High School in 1964, then earned a degree in biology from the University of Miami.

That led Jeff to the Everglades, where he spent a year producing, directing and shooting his first film: an ecological study of that rich, diverse ecosystem.

It’s been over half a century, but he has not stopped.

One small example of Jeff Simon's great work.

One small example of Jeff Simon’s great work.

Jeff has photographed sea turtles, manatees, puffins, whales, salmon, the Florida Keys, salt marshes, artificial reefs, the Bay of Fundy and Chesapeake Bay. His work has appeared in Life, the New York Times, National Wildlife, Natural History and  many other magazines and newspapers.

(He also was director of photography on “Ace Ventura,” won an Emmy for the TV pilot of “Miami Vice,” went 18,000 feet below the ocean surface in a Russian submersible, recorded the Doors’ infamous Miami concert, and shot Marilyn Chambers before she became a famous X-rated actress. But those are other stories.)

Jeff Simon, in front of the Russian Mir 2 submersible.

Jeff Simon, in front of the Russian Mir 2 submersible.

Jeff is back in Westport. He videotaped Tracy Sugarman‘s riveting Memorial Day speech in high def, and donated it to the library. He’s also filmed the Concours d’Elegance car event, and made another on Connecticut wineries. Some of  his best work has come using large-format cameras.

But he’s never strayed far from Long Island Sound. Jeff’s latest project includes a new version of his original salt marsh film.

His goal is to spotlight the value of salt marshes, especially as nursery grounds for valuable seafood, migrating and residential birds, as well as barriers against storm damage.

The film is aimed at science centers, museums, and city and state governments, so they can make better decisions about the fate of salt marshes.

They’ve changed a lot since Jeff first became interested in them, back as a Westport kid in the 1950s.

He’s doing his part to make sure they don’t change any more.

Mike Goss Covers Westport

You can’t judge a book by its cover. But you can sure judge Westport by its New Yorker covers. Also by the 20 photos of the exact spots depicted on those covers, taken lovingly by Mike Goss and exhibited now, side by side, at the Westport Historical Society.

The photographic reproductions are astonishingly well done. They’re taken in the same season the covers were painted or sketched, at the same time of day and in the same light. The moods of each image and painting match. Taken together, they show Westport — then and now — in all its gorgeous, small town, maritime, bustling, artsy glory.

What is particularly remarkable is that Goss came late to the craft of photography. And the exhibit itself was designed long after “The New Yorker in Westport” — the wonderful book by Eve Potts and Andrew Bentley — was in proofs. It shows 50 full-size covers of Westport scenes, by artists like Charles Addams, Perry Barlow, Whitney Darrow, Jr., Albert Hubbell, Garrett Price and Charles Saxon.

Mike Goss, on the other side of the camera.

Mike Goss, on the other side of the camera. (Photo/Helen Klisser During)

Goss spent his professional career as a financial executive. After retiring in 2013, he took a few classes in one of his hobbies: photography.

Bentley — who had already written his “New Yorker” book — asked his friend Goss to take a few promotional photos.

Bentley liked what he saw. Goss took more. He showed nearly 2 dozen to the Westport Historical Society, and the Westport Arts Center’s Helen Klisser During. An exhibit was born.

Taking those photos was far harder than point-and-shoot. Each cover showed a different season. Goss created a spreadsheet, so he could take each image at the right moment. He tried to mimic the covers as much as possible, including light, color, even blurred lines.

His first photo, of Round Pond in the snow, was shot last February. Others had to wait for summer. “I drove by the beach for weeks, waiting for a lifeguard chair to appear,” Goss recalls, of another memorable cover.

Round Pond -- then and now. (Photo/Copyright Mike Goss)

Round Pond — then and now. (Photo/Copyright Mike Goss)

There were other challenges too.

“Artists can take licenses with their paintings,” he notes. “They can move buildings around, and eliminate overhead wires.”

A photographer can’t do that. As a result, he says, “some photos are not as bucolic as the covers.”

Some of the artwork was “cartoon-y,” Goss adds. A 1955 magazine cover showing construction of the Connecticut Turnpike showed a beautiful tree-lined street on one side, with steam shovels digging in a straight line on the other.

He spent hours trying to find attractive lines, before ending up one night on an I-95 overpass. That photo did not make it into the main exhibit. It’s shown instead in a side exhibit, “The Cutting Room Floor,” alongside other images that did not quite work.

The Bridge Street Bridge was a favorite spot in 19xx. It remains an icon today. (Photo/Copyright Mike Goss)

The Bridge Street Bridge was a favorite spot in 1954. It remains an icon today. (Photo/Copyright Mike Goss)

Others work fantastically. Goss loves his Round Pond shot, tinted blue and with the sun shining through trees. He’s also very proud of the deli counter at Oscar’s. Those 2 could stand on their own, he says.

Others would not. A dark picture of the train station is “ugly” — just like the original cover. Yet “complementing each other, they’re very interesting.”

The entire process taught Goss the value of a collection. “If we just did one cover, it might not have been interesting. But when you put them all together, you get a real sense of what Westport is all about.”

There’s a certain sense of history — but also timelessness — at the Historical Society exhibit. The bunting in Goss’ photo of the Westport Country Playhouse balcony matches Helen Hokinson’s 1936 painting almost exactly. The rafters and balustrade are almost identical too.

The Westport Country Playhouse -- yesterday and today. (Photo/Copyright Mike Goss)

The Westport Country Playhouse — yesterday and today. (Photo/Copyright Mike Goss)

Another strong image is of the railroad tracks in Saugatuck. A 1963 cover captures the beauty, in a strong black and blue painting. Goss does the same.

Just as there is whimsy in New Yorker covers, some photos elicit smiles. Next to 1961 artwork of children reading comics on a green Sunday morning, Goss captured his own kids in the same sort of setting — reading iPads.

Goss spent 6 months on this project, and took thousands of photos. You can see them at the Westport Historical Society through October 26 (weekdays 10 a.m.-4 p.m.; Saturdays 12-4 p.m.).

They’ll also live forever on his website: mikegossphotography.com.

(Interested in the “New Yorker in Westport” book? Thanks to the generosity of Andy and Fiona Bentley and the Potts Book Fund, every cent of the $40 cover price goes directly to the Historical Society. Click here to order.)

The cover of Eve Potts and Andrew Bentley's book.

The cover of Eve Potts and Andrew Bentley’s book.

Worst. Aunt. Ever. (The Sequel)

The bizarre, sad story — about an aunt suing for $127,000 in damages, after an 8-year-old boy jumped excitedly into her arms and broke her wrist — started this morning with the Westport News. It got some traction on “06880.” From there it spread to the New York Post. Reddit. Gawker.

And tonight, ABC’s World News Tonight.

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Finally, the story comes its (thankfully) logical conclusion.

This afternoon in Bridgeport Superior Court, a 6-person jury took 25 minutes to tell Jennifer Connell: Go back to your 3rd-floor walkup in Manhattan  — the one that is so difficult to get to, what with a broken wrist and all.

And don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

(To see tonight’s ABC News report, click here.)

“One Word: Plastics”

In 2015, phone books — particularly “yellow pages” — are passe.

If we need a business phone number, we ask Siri.

If we need to find a plumber or tarot card reader, we use Google, Yelp, or a squintillion other sources.

And don’t tell me that yellow pages are great for folks who are not internet-savvy. They’re the ones who need large print, which is not exactly the yellow pages’ forte.

Alert “06880” reader Gil Ghitelman sent this photo, showing an unsightly mess:

Plastics - Gil Ghitelman

Morgan Mermagen also noticed a recent plague of yellow pages, littering our lawns:

Phone books

Morgan calls it “a scourge on our neighborhoods,” and writes:

Right now, the law in our town is that you must opt out. Why can’t it be opt-in?

My neighborhood is littered with bags. A rare few use them. Some neighbors leave them to rot, to make a point. At best, they end up recycled.  It’s wasteful and ugly.

Morgan raised the issue with an RTM member. The official said they’d look into the phone book issue “again.” Morgan was surprised it had been addressed in the past.

“I am hopeful,” Morgan says. “An eternal optimist.”

Meanwhile, more plastic is on the way. A press release from the 1st selectman’s office says that effective tomorrow, the Minuteman newspaper will be delivered directly to subscribers’ driveways, not through the US Postal Service.

“The protective plastic bag is not subject to the Town of Westport’s Retail Checkout Bags Ordinance,” the announcement adds.

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The papers will be delivered to homes of customers “who have previously requested Minuteman delivery.” I don’t know about you, but I never requested it — it could be the least newsy, most poorly written paper in the history of journalism — yet it is still dumped in my mailbox every week.

The good news: The delivery service will travel the route 3 days after tossing, and pick up “all newspapers that have not been retrieved by subscribers.”

The better news: If you don’t want one more unwanted newspaper cluttering your driveway, call 866-361-9064 to be removed from the list. (UPDATE: That number was not operational as of this morning; Minuteman officials promised it would be working later today. Here’s another number to try: 203-752-2711.)

Stephen Wilkes’ Blood Moon

Stephen Wilkes has a thing for Compo Beach.

And National Geographic has a thing for Stephen Wilkes.

In June, the magazine’s very popular Instagram feed featured the talented Westport photographer’s shot of some amazing clouds — framed by a lifeguard stand — after a storm.

In a matter of hours, it gained hundreds of thousands of likes — and admiring comments in dozens of languages.

Yesterday, the Natgeo Instagram feed included Wilkes’ lovely shot of Sunday night’s fantastic eclipse.

Copyright/Stephen Wilkes

Copyright/Stephen Wilkes

Wilkes wrote:

A view we won’t have again until 2033. In many parts of the US, clouds obstructed this incredible phenomenon. In my case, I drove a few miles from my home to a local beach and was very excited to find a clear sky, allowing me to take an unobstructed photo of the #bloodmooneclipse.

Once again, “06880” is where Westport meets the world — as well as the moon, the sky and the stars.

(Hat tip: Kathie Motes Bennewitz)

The Pope, Stephen Colbert — And Luke Rosenberg

Pope Francis owns the media this week — and Stephen Colbert is no exception. The “Late Show” host devoted last night’s entire show to the charismatic pontiff.

The final segment featured 2 choral groups: The YMCA Jerusalem Youth Chorus (with Christian, Jewish and Muslim youths) and the Choir of St. Jean Baptiste, affiliated with the Upper East Side cathedral of the same name. In the pope’s honor they sang a churchly version of “Joy to the World” (aka “Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog,” the old Three Dog Night ditty).

In the back row was Luke Rosenberg. His day job is choral director at Staples, where he’s taken the program to heavenly heights. One of his side gigs is singing with St. Jean Baptiste.

Luke Rosenberg is 2nd from left in the back row -- he's the guy with the beard.

Luke Rosenberg is 2nd from left in the back row —  the guy with the beard.

English is not Pope Francis’ forte. But if he happened to watch Colbert last night in his hotel room — or perhaps on an iPad in the back seat of his Fiat — chances are he would have found Luke’s choir’s rendition very joyful indeed.

(Click here for the “Late Show” segment. It begins around the 37:00 mark. Despite Pope Francis’ critiques of capitalism, you’ll have to sit through several commercials before it runs.)

The 2nd Fattest Housewife In Westport

Hey, it’s not me talking. Here’s the Deadline Hollywood website:

This is a contender for the catchiest project title this pitch season: ABC has put in development “The Second Fattest Housewife In Westport,” a single-camera family comedy from novelist/TV writer Sarah Dunn, producer Aaron Kaplan of Kapital Entertainment and ABC Studios.

“The Second Fattest Housewife In Westport” is narrated by Katie, who is being described as a (slightly) larger wife and mother raising her flawed family of 3 in a wealthy town filled with “perfect” wives and their “perfect” offspring.

So what’s the deal? Is this just a coincidental made-up name, the TV equivalent of Andy Griffith’s Mayberry or Beaver Cleaver’s Mayfield?

It can’t be our Westport. The 2nd fattest housewife here works out every day at Joyride.

(Hat tip: Tyler Paul)

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Life Comes Next

On Monday, John Hancock launched a new ad campaign. “Life Comes Next” 2.0 is an extension of the original. Launched last fall, it outperformed its business goals — and won awards.

The new version is compelling. There are 7 basic vignettes. Each begins with a life situation: an elevator ride, meeting, cell call, etc. Each of those videos has 3 different endings.

They’re beautifully written and acted, with actual drama and story arcs. (No surprise: Each demonstrates a need for prudent financial planning — with, of course, John Hancock.)

John Hancock

A screen grab of the “Life Comes Next” ad campaign.

But that’s not why “Life Comes Next” is “06880”-worthy.

As part of his job with Hancock (VP, brand, marketing and creative services), Jim Bacharach — Staples Class of 1972 — is responsible for ad campaigns.

The writer behind the very creative scripts is former Westporter Scott Noble. He works for Hill Holliday in Boston.

The sound mixer — who did a fantastic job — is Michael Lonsdale. He’s lived in Westport for years.

But even that is not why this story rates a mention here.

Jim Bacharach

Jim Bacharach

Turns out Scott grew up on Tanglewood Lane — just down the street from Stony Brook, where Jim grew up. And Michael lives on East Meadow Lane, just across Old Hill Road from Jim.

Oh, yeah. One more thing. Michael is married to Debbie Roshkind.

She graduated from Staples. In 1972 — making her a classmate of Jim’s.

(To see the “Life Comes Next” ad campaign, click here.)