Photo Challenge #209

“06880” readers definitely look around.

And down.

I thought last week’s Photo Challenge — Jerry Kuyper’s image of dozens of raised orange dot things — would be one of the toughest ever.

Shows what I know. Within 15 minutes Kelley Douglass, David Sampson, Seth Schachter and Andrew Colabella all answered — correctly — that it’s the platform at the Westport train station.

Iain Bruce, Jonathan McClure and Martin Gitlin followed. (Click here for the photo.)

So I guess all those folks lining up every morning are doing more than just drinking coffee, reading the Times and listening to podcasts. They definitely know what’s happening all around.

This week’s Photo Challenge is our first-ever two-fer. Both show bicycle racks — an obvious (if increasingly) rare site in town.

(Photo/Mark Mathias)

(Photo/Dan Woog)

The image with one lonely bike is at a place you might expect. The totally empty rack is where not many folks would think of riding to.

Click “Comments” below if you know where one — or both — are. Double winners will get double the usual prize: Your name next Sunday on “06880.”

 

 

Remembering Jon Boone

Longtime Westporter Jon Boone died Christmas morning, of brain hemorrhages. His daughter Taylor — a 2011 Staples High School graduate — writes this loving remembrance:

I started calling my dad “Coach” in middle school, when I realized it was more effective in getting his attention than calling him “Dad.”

My dad coached a variety of sports at a variety of levels, from LSU to Westport Little League softball, and his personality reflected that.

His intensity level was high. One moment he would scream at you about a mental mistake, and the next he’d pull you in for a hug.

Jon Boone

He was an emotional and passionate guy who loved and supported me and so many others. Beyond his unquestionable love for my mom, sister and family, Coach Boone was a major pillar of support to more friends, students and players than anyone could count. His unexpected passing has left me and my family shocked and groping to find a way to fill the missing void he has left, as I am sure it leaves those in the many communities he was part of.

As a teacher at Stamford High School he was dedicated to each student individually, taking time to learn each of their stories, strengths and weaknesses. He stashed power bars in his desk for the hungry, made students laugh with his surprising jokes and innate humor, and his classroom provided a safe haven for many who needed it.

He was the definition of a family man. He was the handyman, the hugger, and the one who always “had a guy.” He had a solution for everything, even if it was duct tape. He worked hard to make his family’s life better. Conversations usually ended with a squeeze and an “I love you.”

Born in North Miami, Florida, he was a beloved husband to Lisa Kappus Boone, father to Jamie and Taylor (Cory), and son to Jim and Geri Boone. He was also a devoted son-in-law to Betty Kappus, brother to Jim and Debi, brother-in-law to Karl and Kurt Kappus, and a great neighbor on Vani Court.

A celebration of life will be held at the Penfield Pavilion in Fairfield this Saturday (January 5, 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.). In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Jon Boone Memorial Fund (click here).

Jon Boone and his family.

Dr. Bud Lynch: A Loving Look Back

In 1967, Buddy Lynch made a fumble recovery that helped key Staples’ 8-0 victory over Stamford Catholic, in the 2nd FCIAC football championship game ever played. It was a huge upset, over the #1 team in the state.

Lynch went on to play at Dartmouth College, then became a noted surgeon. But he was not the first well-known Dr. Lynch in town.

He followed in his father Bud’s footsteps. The older man spent decades as a beloved Westport-based pediatrician.

And now the son has written about his dad, for the Dartmouth alumni newsletter.

Bud Sr. was born in 1915 in Rowayton. He played 4 years of football at Dartmouth — including an undefeated season in 1937.

Dr. Bud Lynch, in World War II

After Dartmouth med school, 2 years of rotations at Colubmia, then back to Mary Hitchcock Memorial Hospital in Hanover for internship, he headed out as a medical officer to England for D-Day.

His LST followed minesweepers to a point 13 miles off Utah Beach. His ship was set up to evacuate wounded — from both sides — with racks holding stretchers as beds. He never spoke of that action. But, Buddy notes, it must have been very difficult.

Two months later, a 2nd operation took place in southern France. The Germans attacked Allied forces.

It was a brutal battle. Bud was blown off the bridge and onto the deck, 30 feet below. He broke his right femur. He may have had a spinal fracture too.

A former lifeguard, he realized he’d be better off in the water than staying on an exploding ship. Dragging his broken leg, he pulled himself over the rail — and plunged another 30 feet into the ocean.

The pain, Buddy writes, must have been excruciating. Bud was rescued, and evacuated to a hospital tent in Italy.

He returned a month later to the US. But the wound had become infected. Bud spent the next 3 years in hospitals, and in wheelchairs.

Dr. Bud Lynch’s LST, after the German attack.

Eventually, Bud recovered. He returned to medicine — choosing pediatrics because it required less walking and standing than other specialties.

Buddy was born near the end of his father’s residency at Columbia. He spent his first year in a New York apartment — with a drawer as his crib — and moved to Westport in 1951, when his father joined a practice here.

Bud could no longer play football or baseball. But he umpired Little League, swam, played golf and skied. Back pain, stiffness and a pronounced limp often troubled him, but he never complained.

In 1962, Sports Illustrated named Bud as a Silver Anniversary All-American. The honor was given for talent, accomplishments and outstanding citizenship.

Bud closed his Westport practice in 1979. He moved to Hanover — where Buddy was doing his orthopedic residency. Bud saw patients at his new home, and kept up to date with the latest medicine at Mary Hitchcock Hospital.

In 1994 he fell. His leg continued to bother him. A month later, X-rays revealed that for 45 years he had walked on a femur fracture that never healed.

An operation finally healed the bone.

In his late 80s, Bud Lynch’s determination, endurance and memory began to fail.

But his memory lives on, in all his former patients and their parents in Westport.

Now — thanks to the Dartmouth ’72 newsletter story, by his son — his story lives on too.

(Click here — then scroll down to page 9 — for a much fuller version of the Dartmouth newsletter story. Hat tip: Peter Gambaccini)

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Closeup of lights on the Cribari Bridge (Photo/Patricia McMahon)

America Today: Your 6-Word Stories.

Earlier this month, Karin Kessler challenged “06880” readers to describe America’s current situation.

In just 6 words.

The owner of Backspace — the typewriter/writing shop on Church Street South, behind Little Barn — loves the written word, and interacting with customers. This was a good way to combine both.

But she was more interested in hearing what we all have to see. People could write their 6 words at home, and post them on social media. They could even do it the old-fashioned way: by e-mail.

Karin Kessler, in her Backspace space.

Responses poured in.

Here, in no particular order — because that sure is America today* — is what we’re thinking.


  • First generation American….with Caribbean heart!
  • Trump celebrates Hanukkah. Jewish suffering continues.
  • Tear gas our tired and our poor?
  • Stirring the pot doesn’t always emulsify
  • One flag for two parties. United.
  • Where do we go from here?
  • I love my country, food, family.
  • “Me too,” I could finally say.
  • On couch, should go to bed.
  • Bipartisan meeting scheduled; no one showed.
  • She lost and the world changed.
  • Think about John Peter Zenger’s actions.

John Peter Zenger: symbol of America’s free press

  • Comity, please; enmity doesn’t work.
  • US is for people, not party!
  • Freedom of the press equals Democracy
  • Red state, Blue state . . . purple people
  • Our children. Why care? Different party.
  • America’s destiny? It’s up to us.
  • You need me on that wall.
  • Definitely the Founding Fathers hated tyrants.
  • Red. White. Blue. All for You.

  • White Nationalism in America Must End
  • They came, worked hard and succeeded.
  • Neoliberal stenographers, few left, type right.
  • We’re divided; what’s profile of each?
  • This I know: we’re all interconnected.
  • African DNA results for white nationalist.
  • Their job, to overlook. They did.
  • Some people don’t follow directions.
  • His impeachment due to corrupt actions.
  • Close eyes, deep breath, relax now
  • He destroyed her soul with avarice.
  • Repeat Plan A until you succeed
  • Kindness fosters love. Love creates miracles.
  • Don’t waste energy despairing. Organize! Vote!

  • Looking intently for a way out.
  • Trust thy neighbor not thy politician.
  • It was your heartlessness, she said.
  • She voted for hope and won.
  • Unfuck America before be too late.

 

*That’s my own 6-word contribution

Pic Of The Day #620

Flood-proofing, at Old Mill Beach. (Photo/John Videler, Videler Photography)

Friday Flashback #122

Steve Baldwin took this picture in 1964, and posted it on Facebook:

He thinks it was for the Staples High School yearbook. But he doesn’t remember much else about it.

He has no idea why the “John F. Kennedy Library Hdqs.” sign hangs on Main Street, between Country Gal and the side entrance to the YMCA.

Perhaps, he thinks, it was to raise funds or interest in the library for the president, who had been killed a few months earlier. However, he’s not sure.

If you remember why this sign was there, click “Comments” below. Right now, it’s a Main Street mystery.

First Night Dims — But First Light Shines On New Year’s Eve

Last month, First Night organizers announced the cancellation of this year’s New Year’s Eve festivities. Economics, changing entertainment options and an aging board all contributed to the demise of the 20+-year tradition.

But not everyone got the word.

On Saturday, December 15, the  Westport Historical Society held its final “Holly Day” celebration. As kids lined up for horse-drawn carriage rides and Santa’s lap, parents asked if they could buy First Night buttons. For years, the WHS had sold them there.

Horse-drawn sleighs were a feature of First Night. They’ll be back at First Light.

Giving the news that First Night was over saddened WHS executive director Ramin Ganeshram and her staff. “It was a beloved event,” she says. “Organizers made sure there was something for everything.”

That night, she asked WHS employees whether the Avery Place institution should offer a New Year’s Eve celebration for the town.

“NO! ” replied the staff, exhausted after weeks of their own holiday events.

But on Monday morning, director of operations Alicia D’Anna told Ganeshram she had a change of heart. She and her husband had talked. They wanted the WHS to do something after all.

In a local version of a Christmas miracle, the Historical Society took just a few days to develop Westport’s newest tradition: First Light.

It includes many favorite First Night activities, including performances, horse-drawn carriage rides, face painting, a digital caricaturist, a henna artist, and food trucks.

Plus a big bonfire right next door to WHS, on Veterans Green.

The WHS crew worked like Santa’s elves to get everything in place. They had help from many folks at Town Hall. Ganeshram singled out First Selectman Jim Marpe, for going “above and beyond” to make things happen.

TD Bank stepped up big time too, offering a venue for events that don’t fit in the cute but cramped WHS Wheeler House headquarters.

So First Night is gone. But First Light — at first just a flicker — has now grown into a full New Year’s Eve flame.

(First Light is set for 4 to 9 p.m. on Monday, December 31. Buttons are $10 online, $15 at the door; children under 2 go free. Click here to purchase buttons, and for more information.)

Pic Of The Day #619

Saugatuck, as the sun rises (Photo/Guy Sealey)

Plastic Fantastic Concert

From a young age, Andrew Colabella hated plastic straws. He couldn’t understand how something that was used for just a few seconds could be so quickly tossed aside, then lie around on land or in our oceans for centuries.

He never used a straw. As much as possible, he tried to avoid all forms of plastic. He used metal forks and ate off porcelain plates. But we live in a plastic, throwaway society. The number of plastic cups used and discarded at bars floored him. He thought he was the only one who noticed.

Colabella is now an RTM member. At last he can do something about plastic that goes beyond changing his own habits.

The District 4 representative has already convinced 38 local restaurants and franchises to find biodegradable alternatives to single-uise products.

Now he’s introduced an ordinance to ban plastic straws in Westport. (There are exemptions for disabled people, who need them because other alternatives are not strong enough.) The proposal is making its way through the RTM Environment Committee.

But this is not some quixotic quest. Colabella has partnered with 4 other longtime Westporters, in what they call the Plastic Pollution Project.

Wendy Goldwyn Batteau was inspired by her first boss — the editor of Silent Spring — to co-found Sierra Club Books. She’s worked for decades as an award-winning editor/executive at major publishers, collaborating with Rolling Stone, the New Yorker, Audubon and the Ocean Alliance.

Liz Milwe — in “real life,” a choreographer and dance filmmaker — has a long history of environmental activism. Ten years ago as an RTM member, she helped Westport become the first town east of the Mississippi to ban plastic bags. She’s won awards from the US Environmental Agency and Westport’s Green Task Force.

Ashley Moran is a Saugatuck Elementary School teacher. A founding member of Nurturing Minds in Africa — a non-profit helping educate poor and at-risk girls in Tanzania — she believe that education leads to meaningful change.

Greg Naughton — a filmmaker and producer — grew up in Westport and Weston, in a family of performers. His 9-year-old son is in Moran’s class. Excited by what he learned about plastic straws, composting and the environment, the boy got his dad involved in the cause.

Naughton is also a founding member of the Sweet Remains. The indie folk-rock band has over 35 million Spotify streams.

Which is why and how the Sweet Remains are playing a benefit concert, to raise funds for the Plastic Pollution Project.

The event is Friday, January 4 (Fairfield Theatre Company, 7 p.m.). It starts with a reception in the lobby/art gallery, featuring presentations about plastic problems from P3 members, Westport students and others. The Sweet Remains and P3 founders will be on hand to chat.

It should be a “sweet” concert. And one that helps ensure — in a small but meaningful way — that plastic no longer “remains” on our land and in our seas, centuries after all the rest of us are gone.

(For tickets and more information on the concert, click here.)