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Jacob Meisel Weathers The Storm

When it comes to weather forecasts, who do you believe:  the National Weather ServiceThe Weather Channel?  Jacob Meisel?

No contest.  Bet the farm — and your snow day — on the Staples sophomore.

“They’re pretty conservative, for fear of being wrong,” he says of the government agencies and private services, with their sophisticated computer models and high-tech gadgets.

“They’re big, so they can’t take risks.  I say what I see.  I can take being wrong.”

He seldom is.

Jacob has built a cult following by being forthright — and right.  Taking data from the big boys — including Canadian and European weather models — and analyzing trends, Jacob has an uncanny record of nailing snow totals with tremendous accuracy.

And for noting when a much-hyped storm will deliver only a few wimpy flakes.

Jacob Meisel crunches the latest data.

Jacob’s Connecticut Weather Blog includes breaking news, short- and medium-range forecasts, snow day predictions, and detailed explanations of how Jacob arrived at each prediction.

He’s had 20,000 hits since the December 26 storm — which, Jacob admits, he “under-forecasted.”  He thought it would go out out to sea.

But, he adds, “I reversed my forecast before the National Weather Service, the Weather Channel and Accu-Weather.”

He is not afraid to pull punches.  A recent blog post declared:

Most weather agencies have completely written this (upcoming) storm off.  I challenge (them), and say that if we see more than 2 inches of snow, then I was right to warn the public about a storm earlier than they did.  I completely see the potential with this system, especially since the CMC Canadian weather model bombs out the storm and gives us around a foot Tuesday.

Jacob started his “Weather Wiz” website as a Coleytown 8th grader, 2 years after moving to Westport.  He came from California — which, he laments, “doesn’t have a lot of weather.”

His passion was ignited watching intense lightning storms on Cape Cod.  When he realized the power of snowstorms here to affect daily life, he was hooked.

He attended a 5-day weather camp at Penn Sate — “one of the main weather universities in the country,” he notes — but is largely self-taught.  He studies other meteorologists, while taking nothing at face value.  Each model has “biases,” Jacob says, and he figures those into his own predictions.

“I love the feeling of nailing a forecast dead-on,” he says.  And he loves bad weather.

“Sunny and clear is boring,” says Jacob.  “A severe storm is exciting.”  When it hits he talks to fellow meteorologists, follows radar, and updates his blog constantly.

He’s a mini-celebrity at Staples.  “Most kids just want to know if we’ll have school or not, but I think some of them are learning about models and interactions,” he says.  Teachers are very interested too, he says.

It’s too early for Jacob to know if he’ll make meteorology a career.  He enjoys public speaking, and is active in Staples’ Debate and Junior State of America clubs.

He’s also very interested in politics.  Though, if you think about it, that’s just another field with blustery winds that frequently shift.

For now though, weather is Jacob’s primary interest.  As the “06880” interview ends, he pulls out his cellphone.

“The European model just added an update,” he says.  “Let me check it out.”

Google Maps Goes Retro

Who hasn’t used Google Maps to get a bird’s-eye view of his house?

But who knew the bird flew in 1934 too?

Alert “06880” reader Dick Lowenstein sent a link to an amazing website.  Part of the University of Connecticut Map and Geographic Information Center, it features a box to type in any Connecticut address.  (It says “locate an address in the Hartford area,” but that just proves how capital-centric they are upstate.)

Hit “enter” and 2 maps appear, side by side.  One shows the current, familiar Google Maps view of today.  The other shows the same view — from 1934.

I grew up on High Point Road, literally in the shadow of the Staples athletic fields.  Eighty years ago, my street didn’t exist — nor did Staples.  It was fields and forests — truly the outskirts of town.

And check out this view of the beach:

The Bradley Street neighborhood was already developed, and Old Mill too — but look at Bluewater Hill and Compo Hill.  There was nothing there — just open land.  Quick, let’s travel back in time and buy up some property!

The images are much sharper on the actual website than reproduced above.  Of course, the 1934 aerial photos are not Google-quality — and they’re black and white, not color.  Then again, nothing from 1934 is in color.  It was a very gray year.

But in their own way, the older maps are even more remarkable than their spy-satellite, 21st-century counterparts.

We know what we’re looking at today.  Now we can also see those same — yet very — different scenes from another, fast-receding century.

(Click here for the UConn Google Maps website.)

Standing On The Corner

Alert “06880” reader Terry Brannigan has an interesting view of morning traffic:  He lives on North Avenue, sandwiched between Staples and Bedford.

Yesterday morning — with driving conditions difficult — he watched in amazement as a “parade of cars” delivered students to school, one by one.

“What do you suppose the reason is?” he wondered.  “Did they miss the bus?  Is it a privilege?  I just don’t get it.”

Terry is not the first Westporter to see something wrong with nearly empty school buses sharing the road with almost empty cars.  “06880” has been down this road before.

Parents cite compelling reasons why they must chauffeur their child to school.

  • “It’s the only time I have to talk with him.”
  • “It’s on my way to the station.”
  • “She’d have to get up earlier to make the bus.”

All true, I’m sure.  But multiply each reason by each car, and it’s a recipe for congestion.  (Which means getting up earlier.  And taking more time to get to the station.  And — be honest — what kind of chat can you have when your kid is listening to an iPod and texting?)

After noting that Al Gore would be “appalled at the ecological cost of cars idling in a line that must stretch for 2 miles,” Terry added:

It strikes me as so odd.  My wife and I believe making the bus every morning is a badge of honor.

For 3 years we have had Sal for the bus to Long Lots.  You can set your watch by him, and he is equal parts safe driver, teacher, referee and uncle.

We love him, and enjoy seeing him every morning.  He smiles and shrugs his shoulders at the line of traffic he endures along North Ave that impacts his schedule, but he doesn’t complain.  (I hope he doesn’t take it personally!)

The boys and I were out there again this morning, standing our post.  We turned down 2 rides to school — it was a matter of pride.  I may be developing the next generation of Irish martyr.

But seriously, it seems like on a day like today, the number of valets increases when we should try to keep the roads as clear as possible.

Or any day.

Maybe these would be cooler than yellow school buses?

Zach Slater’s Great Week

Last week was a pretty good one for Zach Slater.

Zach Slater and Maggie Feczko. A member of Westport Sunrise Rotary, she's been one of Zach's most avid fans during his oratory competitions.

Following up on his 1st place finish in Westport Rotary’s 4-Way Test Contest, the Staples senior placed first in the Rotary International District 7980 contest in East Haven (and a $500 scholarship).

Zach had to tweak his earlier speech about the military’s “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy — between the Westport contest and the one last weekend, the landscape shifted — but the judges loved both his content and delivery.

Moving from the military to the swimming pool, Zach set a Staples record for the highest point score for 6 dives.

And he got an acceptance letter from his first choice university, Penn State.

“06880” has no idea what this week holds in store.  Perhaps Zach will restore peace to Egypt, or invent a new color.

Don’t put it past him.

Love Letters

Like many dual-career couples, Scott Bryce and Jodi Stevens lead hectic lives.  Their professions — both are actors — complicate things further.  They usually work different schedules, in different theaters.  When one is rehearsing, the other may be in mid-production.  When one is opening a show, the other is closing one down.

But for the next 3 weeks, they’ll work together.  And they’ll do it right here in Westport.

The show is “Love Letters” — A.R. Gurney’s evocative, touching yet humorous play about a 50-year love affair carried on primarily through letters.

It debuts at MTC MainStage in Colonial Green this Friday (Feb. 4), and runs weekends through Feb. 20.

Scott Bryce and Jodi Stevens

Working together — on a play about love, right in their back yard — was serendipitous, says Bryce, a Staples Players (Class of 1975) alum who earned 2 Emmy nominations for “As the World Turns.”

The couple had been onstage only in “On Golden Pond” (Bryce’s mother Dorothy, a noted actress, was in the show too).  But when Stevens’ most recent show — she played the female lead in “Dietrich and Chevalier:  The Musical” — was closing, they talked casually about the possibility.

A couple of days later, at a Christmas party, Music Theatre of Connecticut MainStage co-founder Kevin Connors mentioned “Love Letters.”

The show is appealing on many levels — including its setting in this area.  There are references to local institutions, like I-95 and Silver Hill.

Bryce also welcomes the chance to perform in the small MTC theater.  “It’s such an intimate space,” he says.  “There’s not a bad seat in the house.  It’s really sweet.”

“It’s a beautiful script,” Bryce adds.  “What better way to spend Valentine’s month than on stage with my wife?”

And, as Jodi says:  “There’s no commute!”

(“Love Letters will be performed Fridays and Saturdays at 8 p.m., with matinees Saturdays at 4 p.m. and Sundays at 3 p.m., at MTC MainStage Theatre on the lower level of Colonial Green.  For tickets, click here or call 203-454-3883.  Each performance is followed by a wine and cheese receptions, where the audience can meet the actors and production team.)

The End Of A Volleyball Era

When Bruce Betts’ Staples boys volleyball team fell in the state finals last year, it was their 1st loss in 101 matches.

The defeat also snapped the Wreckers’ 4-year streak as Connecticut champions.

Betts told his team yesterday he will not be coaching this spring.  But his surprise announcement does not mean he leaves as a loser.

Quite the contrary.  Since founding the Staples boys volleyball program in 1987, the only coach the team ever had has epitomized not just success, but excellence.

Bruce Betts (Photo courtesy of Inklings)

Since 1992 — the 1st time the FCIAC ran a boys volleyball tournament — the Wreckers have won 11 league championship.  Including last spring, they’ve captured 8 straight.

Eight times since 2001, they’ve been state champs.

And there was that remarkable 101-match streak.

“I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while,” Betts said this morning.  “I went back and forth on it.  But when I realized I could no longer make the same commitment I ask the players to make every day of every season, I knew it would be unfair to the players or myself to keep going.”

The hardest part, Betts said, was telling the returning athletes.  “They’re not only great volleyball players.  They’re also great individuals.  They’re a very fun group to be with.”

But, he noted, “this is the right time for me.  It’s the right choice.  There’s no second guessing.”

It’s the 2nd “stepping down” for Betts in a year.  Last fall, for the 1st time in 25 years, he did not coach the girls team.  They too were perennial contenders.

Betts bleeds Wrecker blue.  A Staples graduate from the Class of 1965, he is in his 39th year of teaching physical education in Westport.  His career has spanned Hillspoint Elementary School, Long Lots Junior High and now Staples.  He will continue to teach.

If you’re doing the math:  Yes, Betts is 63 years old.  And yes, he is the most youthful 63-year-old on the planet.

“I’ll be watching a lot of volleyball this spring,” he promised his team yesterday.  “That’s very exciting for me.”

The job will posted — and, no doubt, filled soon.  After all, the boys volleyball season is just around the corner.

The 1st one in Staples history without Bruce Betts.

E-Mak: On The Edge

The drive to work doesn’t take as long in St. Louis as it does here.  But while Westport listeners are stuck with Boomer & Carton, Missourians — and those over the bridge in southern Illinois — enjoy E-Mak.

That’s Evan Makovsky, co-host of “E-Mak:  On the Edge,” on SportsRadio 1380.

That’s Evan Makovsky — Staples Class of 1994, former WWPT sports show host, former WFAN fan.  He’s learning that life in radio is hard work, hardly lucrative, not always glamorous.

But he loves what he’s doing, and odds are St. Louis won’t be his last stop.

Evan’s route to morning drive time started at Syracuse’s Newhouse School of Public Communications.  It included a stop in Aspen, where he hosted “Aspen Today,” a TV show for which he reported ski conditions.  He calls it “low-rent, kind of ‘Wayne’s World.'”

He worked in San Diego as a radio sports update anchor, and Los Angeles as a game reporter.  He’s the guy who got 6 seconds to say, “Here at the Staples Center it’s the Lakers 42, Phoenix 38 at the half.  Kobe leads with 22.”

In 2006 his LA station converted to a Korean format.  Annyeonghi gyeseyo, Evan.

He auditioned in places like Philadelphia and Austin.  He landed in St. Louis.

“It’s a good sports town,” E-Mak says.  It’s also a lot cheaper than Westport or L.A.  He pays $675 a month for a “massive” apartment, plus another $50 for parking.

E-Mak’s 1st slot was 10 p.m. to midnight.  Then he moved to mid-afternoon.  Now he’s in morning drive time — the prize.

He’s not the only game in town.  There’s ESPN’s nationally syndicated “Mike & Mike” — starring, coincidentally, Westport’s Mike Greenberg — and another local sports talk show.

To compete, E-Mak works his contacts relentlessly.  His guests include Mike Ditka, Joe Theismann, St. Louis’ Bob Costas and Westport’s Jim Nantz.

He’s not afraid to cold-call celebrities.  When Jose Canseco and Mark McGwire sparred over steroids, E-Mak got Canseco on his cell phone.  The interview made national news.

Every Friday, Christopher Walken and Henry Kissinger go on the air, to discuss upcoming NFL games.  Well, not the actor and gravel-voiced octogenarian diplomat exactly — they’re imitators — but it makes for good radio.

Evan Makovsky

“E-Mak:  On the Edge” is not all sports.  On Martin Luther King Day — after discussing the Patriots’ surprising loss to the Jets — E-Mak and co-host Cory Mitchell talked about the slain leader’s effect on the civil rights movement.  They played protest and civil rights music before and after breaks.  (Cory, who is black, also spoke about the racial component of sports, comparing media coverage of black and white NFL coaches.)

As important as sports talk radio seems to those who listen to it, it’s a niche.  “Men 25 to 54,” E-Mak says bluntly.

And the radio industry is a shadow of its former self.  In fact, E-Mak is not even employed by his station.  He owns his own show.  He pays 1380 for the time, and sells his own advertising.  It’s a side of sports radio listeners never see hear.

Referring to the economics of radio, and his competition, E-Mak says, “We’re playing against a stacked deck — but we’re in the game.  We’ve got the real estate — morning drive time — and I want to make the E-Mak show into a more profitable enterprise.

“I could never support a family right now.  But I think there is money in radio.  I have a passion for this.  I have fun on the air.  I’m trying to develop content, increase revenue, and navigate with my business model.”

Thanks, Jeffxs!

Last October, “06880” published the uplifting story of Brian Hershey.  The Staples junior won an international contest sponsored by Polar Bears International, aimed at educating teenagers about climate change.

Brian Hershey, proudly wearing his Polar Bears International fleece. Hong Kong this summer will be much warmer.

After writing an essay and undergoing interviews, Brian traveled to the Arctic Circle.  He and 17 other bright, committed students from around the globe met with scientists, studied polar bears, and tried to figure out how to stop our planet from falling apart.

Brian returned to Westport excited and inspired to do what he can to help change the world.

The post drew 98 comments.  This being “06880,” not all were positive.  Several readers hammered Brian for — among other things — his love of travel, and his belief that there is a cause-and-effect relationship between manmade gases and global warming.

A reader who nicknamed himself “Jeffxs” was particularly vocal.  He said that Brian was “pitching his ideas,” and — as an aside — decried the Board of Education’s elimination of science courses in favor of “mural painting.”

Brian responded to his critics with grace and poise.  He countered their blasts with reasoned arguments, facts, logic — and far more restraint than adults 2 and 3 times his age showed.

So it was with particular joy that I read an email the other day from Brian.  He wrote:

When that blog post was published on Facebook, a friend of my family’s from when we used to live in Hong Kong read it.  He is an executive at a PR firm based in East Asia whose specialty is “crisis management.”

Apparently he liked what he saw!  He sent me a friendly email saying he saw a great PR agent in me, and that he liked the way I “managed the crisis.”  He ended his email with, “I’d love to have you as an intern!  Your choice of Hong Kong, Syndney, Beijing, Shanghai, Singapore,or Kuala Lumpur!”

When I read this I was shaking in my seat at the idea of being able to go back to that part of the world.  I have been dying to go back to Asia ever since I lived in Tokyo this past summer as an exchange student.  I couldn’t believe the offer was real.

It was confirmed today.  For the month of July I will live in an apartment in Hong Kong, and work as an intern for this guy at his office.

It’s the experience of a lifetime!  And none of it would have been possible without your blog post, and Jeffsx and others’ criticisms!  That’s fate!

Actually, it’s a great credit to Brian, and his maturity and wisdom.

As for Jeffxs:  Please send me your address (email or snail).  I’ll pass it along to Brian.

I’m sure he’d like to thank you himself, just as soon as he gets settled in Hong Kong.

Saving The World One Teen At A Time

Saving the world is a big project.

Doing it when you’ve got kids is waaaay tougher.

Abby Margolis Newman is trying.

Abby Margolis Newman

The 1979 Staples graduate has teamed up with a mother of 5 to write “Saving the World One Teen at a Time.” A weekly column — available by newsletter or through the Mommy Tracked website — it helps harried women navigate “the tween-teen years in an increasingly thorny, competitive and tech-dominated world.”

Abby has 3 kids:  “two teenage sons, and one prematurely teenage 11-year-old son.”  She has written for the New York Times, Parenting, Working Mother and Scholastic, among many others.

She nails some hot-button issues.  Last month — several weeks before President Obama’s call for kinder words — she wrote a column on “Fretting Out Loud:  On the Disintegration of Civility.”

Abby began:

Is it just me, or does it feel as if, over the past several years, civility and polite discourse in our society have utterly deteriorated? And what are our kids learning from the horrible examples being set in the realms of politics, sports, and bullying (cyber and otherwise)?

Abby said that when her kids were little, she posted rules for being polite and respectful, including saying “please” and “thank you,” shaking hands and making eye contact — simple stuff, yet now as rare as a unanimous vote in Congress.

After describing a litany of boorish behavior by politicians, athletes and sports fans, and celebrities, Abby asked:

What is all of this teaching our kids?  And how pathetic and impotent does my “Top Ten Rules for Being Polite and Respectful” seem in the face of the reality of today’s mean, uncivil, impolite and disrespectful world?

She had no answers.  But she hoped to open an important — and civil — dialogue.

A couple of months earlier, Abby tackled a topic few “mommy blogs” address.

Imagine this scenario: your child comes to you, years from now, and tells you he is gay.  (I know, many of you are parents of very young children – just bear with me.)

Then a few years later, he falls in love and tells you he wants to marry his boyfriend.  You love your son, and you’ve grown to love his boyfriend, too.  Yet the state you live in says no, he cannot marry the person he loves.

How would you feel about this? To paraphrase the Facebook Queen Sarah Palin, would your “Mama Grizzly” come out roaring in protest?

Of course, Abby talks about less weighty issues too.  A Beatles fan — as are her 3 boys — she wanted to take her family to the Cirque du Soleil tribute.

The good news: the “Love” show had gotten excellent reviews.  The bad news: the show is exclusively playing in Las Vegas.

She overcame her aversion to gambling, neon, cigarettes, alcohol, heat and long lines to see the performance.  It was, she wrote, “fabulous…. a stunningly creative, magical, unique, colorful burst of music and acrobatics – all set to Beatles songs.”

But it was over before 9 p.m.  The Newmans went to get ice cream — and encountered the Strip.

Abby was not impressed.

(We) grimly made our way down the street toward the famous Fake Paris, complete with Fake Eiffel Tower.  The ground was literally covered with postcards of topless, huge-chested women.  The sandwich-board men were ubiquitous.

The neon signs were bright and blinking.  The crowds were relentless.  The heat was oppressive.  The cigarette smoke was stifling.  The loud, drunken jerks were, well, loud and drunk.  The general tackiness was unbearable.  With every step, I rued our decision to venture outside.

But kids are kids.  They must have loved the Vegas decadence, right?

Well, Abby’s oldest son called it a “skeeze-fried hellhole.”

Her 15-year-old was even harsher:  “If there is one place that is literally God-forsaken, it’s Las Vegas.”

Abby Margolis may not be saving the world one teen at a time.  But she sure has raised them to have opinions.

And to express them clearly, cleverly, and convincingly.

Leaving The Nest

John Dodig is one of Staples' -- and Staples students' -- biggest fans.

After 42 years in education, Staples principal John Dodig has a deep and perceptive understanding of teenagers — their minds, their moods, the rhythms of their lives.

He knows too how those rhythms affect those around them.

Last week, Dodig sent a note to the parents of Staples seniors.  His message was tailored for them, and for the next few months of the school year — but it deserves to be read by everyone.

He said:

One of the great joys of being a principal is watching young people enter the school as freshmen and seeing how they grow and mature into young adults over four years.  This senior class is one that will be remembered by adults in this building for many years to come.

From the moment they walked into Staples they have lived up to our expectations and, in many regards, exceeded what even we thought they could do.  We have reached the halfway point of the year, which means I am beginning to feel pangs of loss.  I don’t want to see them leave, but leave they must.

If you have never had a high school senior, I warn you that you will begin to feel “strange” in the near future.  Some of you won’t know what it is, and it will border on depression.  Not being a physician, I can only tell you from experience that it will be feelings of impending loss and not clinical depression.  Your wonderful child is growing up faster than you imagined, will soon live elsewhere, and will become whomever she/he is destined to be.

All of those trips delivering your child to sporting events, play rehearsals, and other extracurricular activities will come to an end.  You might even begin to wonder what you will do with your time when your child is gone?  My experience tells me that it all works out in the end, but the transition is always difficult.

Even if you have other children yet to reach senior year, hearing your senior child talk about Senior Prom, Baccalaureate Night, Awards Assembly, senior trip and graduation will take its toll on you.  I remind myself each year that if I am feeling a sense of loss, I can only imagine how you must feel.

Assistant principal Jim Farnen and I have been meeting with small groups of seniors since October.  We invite one homeroom at a time, and about half of the students show up each time.  These are kind of like exit interviews where I ask what we can do to make Staples even better than it already is.  I also take the opportunity to thank them for what they have contributed to making Staples the wonderful school that it is.

Students in all other grades take their cue from the senior class each year. Believe me from experience, if 1,800 students want to make life miserable for the 200 adults each day, they can.  We work hard to treat your children with kindness and respect and, in turn, we are treated the same way.  You have done a remarkable job raising your sons and daughters.  You should be proud of who they have become.  Your job will continue to change, but you will always be an important part of their lives.

The countdown to graduation has begun.  It is an exciting, challenging, introspective, frightening, joyful, overwhelming and invigorating time for students.  John Dodig, his staff, the parents of Westport — the entire community — share those emotions.  It’s all part of preparing the next generation, and ourselves, for the future.