They Said It Couldn’t Be Done: A GOOD Westport Parking Story

And one involving a BMW, no less.

At first glance, this looks simple enough: A car parked where it’s supposed to be:

Charging station

But alert “06880” reader Ernest Lorimer — who spotted this, and sent along the photo — provides an intriguing back story:

For several years, Lot #1 at the Westport train station has had a charging station.  Every time I’ve passed by, it’s been blocked in by non-electrics, usually Jeeps.  They would have lots of spaces just a step away, but no.

This morning, there was a hybrid charging there! It was the 1st time I’ve ever seen it. I prefer to think that anyone there first was thoughtful enough to keep it open.

Or maybe it was just a case of the early bird gets the cord.

Meanwhile, file this one away for posterity. We may never see it again.

 

Remember: Annual “06880” Party Is Next Thursday!

The 2nd annual “06880″ party is less than a week away.

And if you’re reading this, you’re invited.

Thursday, July 17 (6 p.m.) is the day and time. The far end of Compo’s South Beach — away from the cannons, near the boat and kayak launch, the best place to watch the sunset — is the place. (Still confused? See the aerial view below.)

Every member of the “06880″ (as in, this website) community is invited. We welcome frequent commenters and lurkers. Folks who have lived here all their lives, and those who moved here yesterday. Even those who want beach parking to remain as is, and those who hope it doesn’t. (But let’s make this party a beach-comment-free zone.)

The tagline for “06880″ is “Where Westport meets the world.” Next Thursday, that world comes to Compo.

Bring your own food, beverages, beach chairs and blankets. Then mix, mingle and enjoy the evening with the “06880″ crowd.

There’s no charge. It’s a “fun-raiser,” not a fundraiser.

See you next Thursday!

The blue arrow marks the "06880" party spot.

The blue arrow marks the “06880” party spot.

The West Lake Restaurant: Chinese Way Before It Was Cool

Today, Westport is awash in Asian restaurants. There’s Little Kitchen, Tengda, Rainbow Thai, Matsu Sushi, Shanghai Gourmet, Tiger Bowl, Westport Chinese Takeout, and probably others I’ve missed.

In the 1950s, though — and continuing for more than 25 years — our choices were limited. There was West Lake and Golden House.

Golden House was located in Compo Shopping Center — where Little Kitchen is now, interestingly.

West Lake was on Main Street, near the Post Road. Today it’s a retail outlet. But for many years, Westporters thought it was one of the most exotic restaurants around.

The West Lake restaurant (left) in 1976, a year after it closed. (Photo/Fred Cantor)

The West Lake restaurant (left) in 1976, a year after it closed. The stores next to it — Liverpool and Welch’s Hardware — are also long gone. The Westport Y’s Bedford building is on the opposite side of Main Street. (Photo/Fred Cantor)

West Lake lives on in memory. Now — thanks to Elizabeth Lee (granddaughter of the owners) and her cousin Beverly Au — it also lives on in a website.

West Lake Restaurant is a fascinating look — in words and photos — at long-gone Westport. It describes its founding in 1950 by Eddie and Frances Lee, as the 1st Chinese restaurant in Fairfield County.

West Lake, circa 1965.

West Lake, circa 1965 (back view, from Parker Harding Plaza).

West Lake took over the bankrupt Talley-Ho Tavern, which featured a grand piano with lounge singers. Because Parker Harding Plaza had not yet been built, a dock ramp led from the back door straight down to the Saugatuck River.

The Cantonese menu was “probably too far ahead of its time,” the website says. “When the cheaper and more common Chop Suey and Fried Rice style competitors opened, many patrons went to them.” (In deference to diners who did not eat Chinese food, in the beginning West Lake served steak and potatoes.)

The regulars came every week or so. Eddie Lee knew them all by name. Famous regulars included Paul Newman and Supreme Court justice Abe Fortas. Mariette Hartley was a hostess there, while a student at Staples. She told Frances Lee, “I’m going to be an actress!”

The Lees met at NYU. Eddie majored in banking and finance. They married in 1930. He climbed the banking ladder, in the US, China and Hong Kong. In 1942 the Lees and their children were repatriated to the US in a diplomatic exchange.

But Eddie could not find a job in banking. After working for a tool company, he opened his restaurant in Westport.

Eddie Lee with customers. A brave woman gingerly tries chopsticks.

Eddie Lee with customers. A brave man and woman gingerly try chopsticks.

The average chef lasted 8 months, the website says. Though the waiters and waitresses stayed much longer, there was a rapid turnover among the cooks and dishwashers. They spoke only Chinese, and rarely mixed with Americans.

They lived above the restaurant, in barracks. “Every bed seemed to have a tiny nightstand with a fancy camera,” the website says. “They toured the country by working in a different Chinese restaurant every 6 to 9 months, sending home money to their families in China, and taking pictures of their travels.”

West Lake was open 7 days a week. Though it closed in 1976, it had something in common with its Asian cuisine successors: December 25 was one of its busiest days of the year. Even in the 1950s, Jews ate Chinese food on Christmas.

 

Alan Sterling’s “Gloria” (Updated)

Many Westporters were saddened to learn of the death of Alan Sterling — Westport’s hard-working native oysterman.

Bruce McFadden went to his photography collection.

“I spoke with him several times at the E.R. Strait Marina, where he kept his boat,” McFadden says.

“When Alan learned I was a former Staples chemistry teacher, he said some of the best years of his life were spent there. He spoke in glowing terms of the school.”

Bruce gave Alan a photo of his beloved “Gloria” — one of the last surviving commercial boats in Westport.

Alan built it himself. They sure don’t make ’em like that — like Alan, or “Gloria” — anymore.

(Photo/Bruce McFadden)

(Photo/Bruce McFadden)

Meanwhile, here’s another photo, sent later today by JP Vellotti. It shows Gloria the day after Hurricane Sandy.

Soon enough, Alan had her shipshape, and back on the water.

(Photo/JP Vellotti)

(Photo/JP Vellotti)

Remembering Alan Sterling

You may not know the name Alan Sterling. But if you’ve ever driven toward Compo Beach in the winter, you know his boat.

Alan built it out of wood, himself. He named it “Gloria” — for an old girlfriend — and he took it oystering. He once leased 150 acres of oyster beds, between Compo Beach and Cockenoe Island, from the state. It was a tough job, but Alan — a Staples grad — loved it from the day he began, in 1964.

In recent years though, poachers took quite a bit of joy — and millions of oysters — from him.

Alan Sterling culls his oysters.

Alan Sterling culls his oysters.

In the winter, Alan moored “Gloria” — named for an old girlfriend — in Gray’s Creek, between Compo Beach Road and the Longshore exit.

Some winters, he lived on the boat. It was cold, but it was home.

This year, Alan spent a lot of time fixing up “Gloria.” He finished the repairs in early July, and was ready to go out for another season.

On July 4, Alan had a massive heart attack as he was leaving the VA Hospital in West Haven. He died right there.

I did not know Alan well. But I knew the boat, and I knew how passionate he was about oysters.

If only he could have gone out to his beloved beds, one more time.

 

CT Challenge Is A Ride For Life

When Staples grad Susan Lloyd lost first her leg, and then her life, to bone cancer, her family could have wallowed in self-pity.

When Fairfield native Jeff Keith lost a leg to cancer at age 12, he could have limped along and watched life from the sidelines.

They did not.

And countless area cancer patients and their families have benefited as a result.

Susan Lloyd

Susan Lloyd

Since 1982, the Susan Fund has awarded hundreds of college scholarships to young people suffering with cancer. Since 2005, Jeff’s CT Challenge has helped cancer survivors live healthier, happier lives through fitness, nutrition, health and support programs. Fittingly, Jeff was one of the first Susan Fund recipients.

The 2 organizations work closely together. For example, the CT Challenge’s Center for Survivorship in Southport hosts the Susan Fund awards ceremony.

And on Saturday, July 26 there are 25, 50, 75 and 100-mile bike rides, all starting at the Fairfield County Hunt Club. A 2-day ride starts the day before in Lakeville, Connecticut, and ends at the Hunt Club.

Over 1,000 riders — all of whom raise money to participate — are expected for this year’s 10th annual event. Last summer, they raised a record $1.65 million.

CT Challenge - 1Part of the funds raised by the bike ride support the Susan Fund. The bulk goes to the CT Challenge Center for Survivorship. It’s the only standalone center of its kind in the country not affiliated with a hospital.

Other money goes to CT Challenge’s yoga program, camp and college scholarships for young cancer survivors, adventure outings for young adult survivors, support for women in lower socioeconomic areas, research projects, outreach services, a speaker series and more.

Last year, nearly 54,000 cancer survivors benefited from CT Challenge programs.

Among the riders this year is Jessica Ellison. A Staples grad and Susan Fund recipient, she’s majoring in molecular biology at Georgetown University. Jessica spent several years at Camp Rising Sun, inspiring youngsters with cancer. She’s now a counselor there, and will join the camp team at the CT Challenge.

Jessica Ellison

Jessica Ellison

Last year, Jessica and her parents rode with the Susan Fund team. This year, there are 2 Susan Fund teams entered in the ride.

Of course, you don’t have to be part of any team to participate. All you have to do is support a cyclist — or get on a bike yourself.

It’s a beautiful ride. Plus, the Lloyd family and Jeff Keith have already shown you the way.

(Click for more information on the CT Challenge bike rides.)

 

Compo Beach — Or Compo “Park”?

If you’ve lived in Westport for more than, say, 6 hours, the reference is clear. “Compo” is “the beach.” “The beach” is “Compo.”

Apparently, AKRF and Lothrop Associates have not lived here for more than 6 hours.

They’re the consultants to the Compo Beach Site Improvement Committee. Yet even though “beach” is right there in the title, the consultants’ report frequently refers to the beach as a “park.”

With lifeguards, sand and plenty of water, Compo is a beach.

With lifeguards, sand and plenty of water, Compo is a beach.

The Executive Summary on Page 1 says: “The Compo Beach Master Plan … is intended to serve as a ‘blueprint’ for future improvements to the park.”

The “park” is referenced 3 more times in the Introduction 2 pages later, including this: “The Master Plan evolved from an extensive public outreach campaign … where the community expressed its concerns, ideas and desires for the park.”

No. We did not.

We expressed our concerns, ideas and desires for the beach. Compo is a beach.

As a beach, it has many wonderful attractions: a boardwalk, Joey’s, a playground, athletic fields, a marina, and 2 decorative cannons. Those are important parts of Compo, and we enjoy them all.

But Compo is not a park. It is a beach.

Just because 2 people got married at Compo Beach, we don't call it a chapel. (Photo by Betsy P. Kahn)

Just because 2 people got married at Compo Beach, we don’t call it a chapel. (Photo/Betsy P. Kahn)

Changing nomenclature is not insignificant. There is a reason one side in a long-running debate calls itself “pro-choice,” and the other “pro-life” — instead of  “anti-abortion.”

Recasting our planet’s health as “climate change” rather than “global warming” has reframed that issue. Deniers can no longer simply look at freezing temperatures and major snowstorms, and scoff.

Central is a park. Compo is a beach.

And no consultants’ report will convince me to say — as no one in the history of Westport ever has — “What a beautiful day! Let’s go to the park!”

Any way you frame it, Compo is a beach. It is not a park.

Any way you frame it, Compo is a beach — not a park.

Scrambling For Crumbs

Crumbs says it is shutting all its stores, the New York Times says.

The action comes a week after it was delisted from the Nasdaq. The company — which in addition to its store behind Tiffany on Jesup Green has 65 locations in 12 states and Washington, DC — may file for Chapter 7 bankruptcy liquidation.

This is the 2nd cupcake closing in Westport this year. In February, Great Cakes shut its doors too.

 Crumbs

Happy July 7th!

It may be the latest Independence Day celebration in American history.

But who cares?

After a slow start last night — at 7:30 cars were still cruising into Compo Beach, without a wait — by showtime all was right.

The crowd was 2/3 its usual size — the result of a 4-day postponement. But Soundview Drive was its usual Party Central. Picnickers enjoyed their usual feasts and beverages. Little kids twirled their usual sparklers. High school kids strutted their usual stuff.

And — thanks to the wonderful work of Parks and Rec, the cops, EMTs and all the others, plus the generous contribution of Melissa & Doug — it was a July 7th to remember.

It's not a fireworks celebration without American flag wear.

It’s not a fireworks celebration without American flag wear.

At 6:30 p.m., South Beach was still almost empty. This was one fireworks celebration when you didn't have to claim a table at 9 a.m.

At 6:30 p.m., South Beach was still almost empty. This was one fireworks celebration when you didn’t have to claim a table at 9 a.m.

Dudes flying an American flag.

Dudes flying an American flag.

There was almost no backup at the beach entrance.

There was almost no backup at the beach entrance.

Scoring a prime spot in front of the barge -- and relaxing with an iPad.

Scoring a prime spot in front of the barge — and relaxing with an iPad.

Parks and Recreation director Stuart McCarthy and town operations director Dewey Loselle kept everything running smoothly.

Parks and Recreation director Stuart McCarthy and town operations director Dewey Loselle kept everything running smoothly.

Cute little girls create a great light show.

Cute little girls create a great light show.

The scene from Hillspoint Road.

The scene from Hillspoint Road.

A Taxing Question Is Answered

On Thursday I got my “sewer use charge and benefit assessment” bill.

Last year I paid $257.

This year, the charge was $5,487.00

First, I chewed some aspirin to stave off the heart attack I figured was coming.

Then I wondered: If this is my sewer bill, what will my property tax look like?

But after I did a quick calculation, I realized the increase was 20 times last year’s charge — and there are 20 units in my condo. Obviously, the tax collector charged me for all 20 owners.

Yikes!

Yikes!

Town Hall was already closed for the July 4th holiday. No biggie. I figured I’d call on Monday.

But a simple tax bill mistake is not what makes this story “06880”-worthy. Here’s the great part:

On Saturday I got an email from my upstairs neighbor, cc-ed to every unit owner.

At 12:13 a.m. Friday, she told us, she’d emailed the “Water Pollution Control Authority Coordinator” at the Department of Public Works — the contact for appeals listed on the sewer bill — with the same question I had: Had she been assessed for every owner in our building?

Yes, replied coordinator Bryan Thompson. It was a system error. New bills were being printed, and would be mailed out Monday.

What’s incredible is that Bryan responded less than 8 hours later — at 7:54 a.m.

On July 4th.

“I’m pretty sure no one in the history of the universe has ever gotten back to me that quickly,” my neighbor replied to Bryan.

And, I’d add, I’m pretty sure no one in the history of government, at any level, has ever replied that quickly to any tax complaint on a national holiday.