Introducing “06880+”: One More Community Resource

“06880” is all about stories.

There are stories of Westporters doing amazing things. Stories of Westport’s past history, present challenges and future trends. Stories of Westport drivers and parking lots, both of which have serious issues.

Unfortunately, “06880” cannot cover everything.

One of the toughest parts of my job is saying no.

I say no to people — wonderful people — who want me to publicize their Girl Scout cookie sale. Their upcoming book signing/book reading/estate sale.

I say no to people who want help finding a missing dog, missing ring, missing classmate.

I say no to publicity about reunions, fundraisers, GoFundMe campaigns and political fundraisers.

I say no a lot more than I say yes. I hate doing it, and I hate that some people hate me for it.

But every problem* has a solution. Here’s mine:

06880+

That’s the newest addition to the “06880” community. It’s a community bulletin board.

06880+

Designed by Dylan Diamond — the very talented Staples High School rising senior whose MyHAC grade/class assignment/transcript app has been downloaded tens of thousands of times, across the country — “06880+” is the new go-to spot for posting all the stuff I say “no” to.

And adding your event to the handy calendar on the page too.

“06880+” — pronounced “06880 Plus” — is accessible here. And from the home page of “06880” (there’s a link at the top, and on the side). You can bookmark it as a Favorite too.

I hope you’ll use it often: As a page to publicize your upcoming event, post notices and seek help. (You can post images too — a logo for your organization maybe, or something you’re trying to sell.)

I hope too that “06880+” evolves. It may become a forum where folks seek advice. Questions are welcome: “Does anyone have a stroller I can borrow for when my granddaughter visits?” “What’s the best nail salon?” “What was the name of that place before it was 323 and Bogey’s?”

Like “06880,” I hope that “06880+” is a place where everyone feels welcome. Where all viewpoints are welcome.

And where I don’t have to say “no” to a story about your cat.

*Except those that come before the US Congress

Just Another Spectacular Sunday

Sure, it was hot today.

It’s summer. What do you expect?

(Well, we did not expect a “heat dome,” probably because we’ve never heard of it before. It’s probably an invention of the Weather Channel, just like winter storms with names like Juno and Xerxes.)

Here’s what Compo Beach looked like at various times today.

Enjoy — and bookmark this page, so you can enjoy it again in January. And February. And March…

Sunrise at the beach. (Photo/Dayle Brownstein)

Sunrise at the beach. (Photo/Dayle Brownstein)

It wasn't too hot for this egret. (Photo/Amy Schneider)

It wasn’t too hot for this egret… (Photo/Amy Schneider)

...ditto for these guys. (Photo/Dan Woog)

…or for these guys. (Photo/Dan Woog)

The marina was active today -- but also quite serene. (Photo/Dan Woog)

The marina was active today — but also very serene. (Photo/Dan Woog)

Life is good, as the sun sets. (Photo/Dan Woog)

Life is good, as the sun sets. (Photo/Dan Woog)

Love To Lee

Like many Westporters, Lynn U. Miller is a huge Lee Papageorge fan.

Yesterday — as the popular Oscar’s owner battles lung cancer — the noted Westport photographer stopped by his Main Street deli.

“Lee fills every room with his goodwill, kindness, generosity, wonderful smile, and genuine interest in and concern for everyone,” Lynn says.

She’s learned a lot from him. She wanted to show Lee and his family how she — and many others — felt about him.

She gathered 7 of Lee’s staff — Harry, Joyce, Cris, Javier, Joachim, Devan and Wally (Imis was off) — for a heartfelt, loving shot.

(Photo/Lynn U. Miller)

(Photo/Lynn U. Miller)

50 years of Lee’s customers share the sentiment.

Oh My 06880 — Photo Challenge #82

Okay, I know: Last week’s photo challenge was too easy.

It took Julie Fatherley all of 6 minutes to note that the mannequin dressed in Army fatigues can be found outside the Liberty Army & Navy store. She was followed in rapid succession by Edward Bloch, Leslie Wolf, Matt Murray, Anthony Palmer, Rebecca Wolin, Fred Rubin, Susan Schmidt and Erik Østbye.

Congratulations to all. Sorry if it was too simple. (Click here to see the photo.)

This week’s challenge — courtesy of Patricia McMahon — is very, very cool. Click “Comments” if you know where this photo (from 2 nights ago) was taken.

Oh My 06880 -- July 24, 2016

(Photo/Patricia McMahon)

 

Everyone Into The Pool!

Westporters love their privacy. 

And their pools.

But here, counterintuitively — and from the very exclusive Burritts Landing neighborhood on Long Island Sound, off Saugatuck Avenue — comes this story from Bruce Kasanoff. It originally appeared on the “What Inspires Me” section of LinkedIn:

My neighborhood is a bit odd, in that a few dozen houses share one swimming pool. This is because 50 years ago, one large property was subdivided and the developer left the existing pool intact. He specified that all houses would jointly share in its usage and upkeep.

The 100-year-old pool has two-foot thick walls and is larger than a typical residential pool. It is great for swimming laps. (I say this theoretically, as someone who doesn’t actually swim laps.)

Very few people aspire to share a pool with a few dozen neighbors. Instead, people want their own pool.

After 15 years of sharing, I can tell you that sharing is much, much better. You pay less for upkeep, yet enjoy a bigger pool. But that’s not even close to the best benefit.

Bruce Kasanoff wasn't kidding. That's one giant swimming pool!

Bruce Kasanoff wasn’t kidding. That’s one giant swimming pool! (Photo courtesy of Google Earth)

Thanks to the pool, we have an extremely social and friendly neighborhood. Instead of hanging out in our own yards, we hang out together at the pool. We meet each others’ friends and relatives. We share food and sometimes have communal dinners.

Here’s where it gets really interesting, at least to me. Sharing the pool created a culture of sharing in our neighborhood. When my kids were younger, our neighbors approached us with a proposal. Our swing set was getting pretty shaky, and our kids had mostly outgrown it. So our neighbors offered to buy a much nicer new one that we would share, but — because they didn’t have a flat spot in their yard — they asked to put it in ours. We agreed.

Then another neighbor bought a trampoline, that everyone shares. Another bought a soccer net. Same deal. Today, the swing set is long gone but we share a garden with our neighbors.

I’d like to think that this is where we are headed as a society: sharing more.

Increasingly, technology makes this easier. For example, The People Who Share website lists over 8,000 companies and organizations that facilitate sharing. Share a car, house, meal, artistic event, or even a dog.

You don’t need a venture capitalist and a programming team to start sharing. You just need to adopt a sharing mindset. Once you do, don’t be surprised if you discover that sharing is contagious.

(Hat tip: Maxine Bleiweis)

Former Westporter Killed By Lightning

Peter Hawkes — a member of Staples High School’s Class of 2011 — was struck and killed by lightning Tuesday evening in Colorado.

Peter Hawkes, in Staples' 2008 yearbook.

Peter Hawkes, in Staples’ 2008 yearbook.

Hawkes — who appears in the Staples yearbook only during freshman year, in 2008 — was on the Indian Tree golf course in Arvada. Witnesses saw 4 bolts of lightning and 2 men huddling under a tree during the fast-moving storm, which caught golfers by surprise.

A woman with lifeguard training applied CPR, but to no avail.

According to CBS Channel 4 in Denver, this was the 15th death in the US from lightning this year, but the 1st in Colorado.

(For the full CBS story, click here.)

 

Droning Over Compo

David Pogue lost his drone.

Brandon Malin still has his. The other day, he took it to Compo Beach.

His photos  — 2 long-range views of Westport’s iconic shore — are spectacular. So is his tighter shot of South Beach.

This weekend will be hot — mid-90s — and clear. It’s perfect beach weather.

Whether you’re headed to Compo or wish you lived close enough to Westport to go, enjoy Brandon’s photos.

Compo Beach drone 2 - July 2016 - Brandon Malin

Compo Beach drone - July 2016 - Brandon Malin

Click on or hover over photos to enlarge.

Click on or hover over photos to enlarge.

Fun fact: Brandon is a rising 8th grader at Coleytown Middle School. “06880” will joyfully run his drone shots for years to come.

 

Fresh Air Fund A Great Experience For Guests — And Hosts

Alert “06880” reader — and very generous Westporter Seth Schachter — saw a posting here in January about the Fresh Air Fund. Remembering his parents’ experience with the program, which brings inner-city children to suburban and rural communities many years ago — and their lessons about opening doors to others in need — he decided to participate.

He and his wife just wrapped up a week as hosts to 9-year-old Jonathan, from the Bronx. Seth wants to share his emotions, insights and lessons. He writes:

Of course, we had some reservations and concerns going into this. Would Jonathan get along with our 2 children (Aiden, age 10 and Rebecca, 9)? Would he enjoy a week in our home? Would he get homesick? What would we say to his mom or dad before he arrived, and then during his stay?

Aiden and Rebecca painted “Welcome” signs for Jonathan. We picked him up in Fairfield.

Fresh Air Fund - welcome

While the week was not without a few bumps (as we expected), Jonathan loved his time in Westport. A few hours after returning home he left us a phone message, asking to come back!

And we definitely enjoyed having him as part of our family. We told him many times how courageous he was for leaving his home to stay with complete strangers.

Aiden had occasional struggles sharing his room for a week, something he’d never done before. I supposed many children would react the same way. It was also a bit hard for him to carve out “alone time.”

A friend of mine recently said that our experience hosting was like a non-stop, 7-day play date. Anyone who has hosted play dates knows that some are easier than others. They often require a little nudging to get kids engaged.

Our week was full of activities. We kept our children out of camp, to allow more quality time together. (Some host families enroll their Fresh Air Fund child in the half- or full-day camps their children are attending.)

Fresh Air Fund - baking cookie

We took Jonathan to a few of Westport’s easily-taken-for-granted jewels: the Levitt Pavilion, Compo and Burying Hill Beaches, Longshore pool.

Fresh Air Fund - Levitt Pavilion

Fresh Air Fund - Compo crab

Fresh Air Fund - Burying Hill

We included some good old-fashioned fun around the house, like slip-and-slide, water gun and water balloon battles, and his first overnight “camping” experience (n a tent he helped set up). He was equally fascinated catching fireflies at dusk.

Fresh Air Fund - tent

We ate at the family-friendly Rio Bravo restaurant. Jonathan was amazed we got unlimited free chips and salsa just for sitting down there.

He also devoured treats at one of our favorite places, Saugatuck Sweets.

We took him out on a boat. He loved it, especially steering it at the helm. At the end of that day we had dinner at Johnny Utah’s in SoNo. Aiden, Rebecca and Jonathan all enjoyed riding their first mechanical bull.

Fresh Air Fund - boating

We wrapped up our final full day taking the ferry to Port Jefferson. We had lunch, playground fun, and shopping at a mom-and-pop toy store.

Fresh Air Fund - Port Jefferson ferry

We were pretty confident that Jonathan and Aiden would have no problem clicking. But a great surprise all week was seeing Jonathan and Rebecca click too.

Some memorable quotes and observations:

Jonathan asked Aiden why he was reading at home. He said he only reads at school, when he has to. He asked me if I would read “all those words” when he saw me with a newspaper at the beach.

He had never played with Legos, and was surprised that Aiden and Rebecca had created things with them by themselves. They helped Jonathan build a speedboat, which he was very proud of. We learned he spends most of his time at home playing video games.

After being in the Longshore pool for over 4 hours, he looked at his shriveled hands and worried that he had skin cancer. He rarely goes in a pool, and never for such a long time. He learned how to play Marco Polo, and loved it.

Fresh Air Fund - Longshore Marco Polo

As we drove him to Fairfield for the bus that would take Jonathan and other Fresh Air Fund children back to New York, he said, “Everyone has cars around here. I barely see anyone walking.” I explained how hard it is to get around the suburbs without a car — unlike a city, with mass transit everywhere, and so much within walking distance.

Fresh Air Fund - goodbye

Our Westport world is vastly different than Jonathan’s in the Bronx. One of our hopes was that could enjoy a change in scenery, and participating some of the treasures our community offers. We’re certain this was realized.

Another hope was that our children would come away from the experience with a greater respect and appreciation for all that they have, in addition to heightened awareness of those in need. We feel this was accomplished. Who knows — perhaps lifelong friendships were initiated too.

The question for our family is not whether we will take part in the Fresh Air program again — we’re certain we will — but whether or not we will host Jonathan next summer. Families can request the same child up to 18 years old. But Rebecca would really love hosting a girl, so there are some things we have to figure out.

All in all, we thing the program is wonderful. It offers the opportunity to give so much to a child in need. We hope that many of you reading this will think about taking part too. I am happy to talk with anyone about the program, and our experience. Dan can put us in touch.

 

North Miami Police Shooter Is A Staples Grad

Jonathon Aledda — the North Miami police officer who shot at an autistic man playing with a toy truck, wounding instead his black caregiver — is a Staples alumnus.

Jonathon Aledda, in the Staples High School Class of 2004 yearbook.

Jonathon Aledda, in the Staples High School Class of 2004 yearbook.

Aledda played Staples football, and was a hurdler on the high school track team. He graduated in 2004.

A 4-year veteran of the department, SWAT member and Officer of the Month in October 2014, he has been placed on administrative leave without pay.

The Miami Herald described the difficult challenges officers face:

As happens often with people who suffer from severe autism, the 27-year-old wandered away from his caregivers, in this case leaving a group home. Someone in the neighborhood misinterpreted his behavior, calling 911 while apparently mistaking his toy truck for a gun.

When North Miami police confronted the man sitting cross-legged in the middle of an intersection, he refused commands to lay down. That’s not unusual, experts say, for profoundly autistic people who cannot process verbal commands from police officers trained to think the worst.

“It looks like they’re being defiant, when in fact they have a disability,” said National Autism Association spokeswoman Wendy Fournier. “A lot of times they’re not verbal either, so they can’t even talk to police to explain why they are not responding.”

“This case is so crazy. I’m so glad that the man didn’t get shot and so grateful that his caregiver is going to be OK.”

Jonathon Aledda in 2016.

Jonathon Aledda in 2016.

The shooting of caretaker Charles Kinsey sparked widespread outrage Thursday after bystander video emerged showing him with his arms raised as police officers confronted the unnamed autistic man, who began hollering loudly. The president of North Miami’s police union said Thursday that the officer was aiming for the autistic man — fearing Kinsey was in danger — but hit the caretaker by mistake.

A Police Story

The time: An hour or so ago.

The place: Compo Beach.

The situation: A woman zoomed past the entrance gate, pulled into a spot near the pavilion, and began yelling incoherently.

The police arrived. She was clearly emotionally disturbed. In fact, she said she had not taken her medications.

Two officers talked to her. She rolled up the window. She refused to get out of her car.

Another officer arrived. Calmly, patiently, firmly — yet with compassion, empathy, care and plenty of professionalism — they continued talking.

Police encounter - July 22, 2016

They asked about her family. They asked about her home. They asked about her meds.

Eventually, she calmed down. After many more minutes, they got her into an ambulance, headed for help.

I am sure the Westport police see similar situations like this, many times a week.

Westporters like us seldom do.

At a time when police-civilian relationships are rocky, in many places around the country, it’s nice to see an encounter like this.

It probably was not remarkable to the officers in charge. It may have been all in a day’s work.

But it opened my eyes wide to the job our Westport cops do, every day.

And do so well.