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Unsung Hero #6

This Saturday at 4 p.m., when the Westport Cinema Initiative screens “The High School That Rocked!” Fred Cantor will sit contentedly in the Town Hall auditorium.

Few in the audience will know that the ever-smiling Westporter came up with the idea for a film about 6 major bands — you may have heard of the Doors? — that played at Staples High School in the mid-1960s.

Cantor then produced the intriguing film. He tracked down archival photos, arranged interviews and found funding.

Fred Cantor, at the opening of the Westport Historical Society’s “The High School That Rocked!” exhibit. (Photo/Lynn U. Miller)

After the talkback that follows the showing, Cantor will head across the street to the Westport Historical Society for a cocktail hour. Guests will enjoy the “High School That Rocked!” exhibit — inspired, and curated in part, by Cantor.

At 8 p.m. Saturday, Cantor will sit on the Levitt Pavilion grass. He’ll watch with satisfaction as an all-star cast of Staples High School 1971 classmates — Charlie Karp, Brian Keane and Michael Mugrage, all of whom played and recorded with the biggest names in entertainment — join several other very talented ’71 classmates for one of the best shows of summer.

Cantor masterminded that event too.

He won’t get much credit for any of this. But he won’t mind. It’s just his way of contributing to the life, joy and history of the town he’s called home since he was 10 years old.

Cantor moved to Easton Road with his family from Fresh Meadows, Queens. (He loves that place too — and wrote a book about the middle class families that thrived there after World War II.)

While serving as a public interest lawyer in New York City, he and his wife Debbie Silberstein bought a 2nd home on Drumlin Road. They now live there full-time. True to his volunteer — and community-minded — form, Cantor is active in his road association, and a great neighbor to all in need.

Fred Cantor, in the Staples High School 1971 yearbook.

His selfless ways are legion. Several years ago, a Staples freshman soccer player with a single mother had no transportation after practice and games. Every day, Cantor — a former soccer star at Staples and Yale — drove him home.

Twenty years ago Cantor combined his passions for soccer, writing and history with a book, “The Autumn of Our Lives.” He followed the Staples team for an entire season, and told a compelling story of the changes — and similarities — between 2 teams, 25 years apart.

Cantor has done more than perhaps anyone in the world to keep the Remains’ memory alive. The Westport band that opened the Beatles’ 1966 tour — and that was, Jon Landau said, “how you told a stranger about rock ‘n’ roll” — has been memorialized in an off-Broadway play (“All Good Things“) and documentary film (“America’s Lost Band“).

Cantor came up with the idea for both. And made sure that both got made.

Always, he stayed out of the limelight.

These days you can often find Cantor at the Westport Library. He’s researching some element of Westport history.

Often, that research — or simple inspiration — leads to an “06880” story idea.

You may not have known the enormous impact Fred Cantor has had on this blog. Or this town.

Now that he’s this week’s Unsung Hero, you do.

(Know of an unsung hero we should celebrate? Email details to dwoog@optonline.net)

Kids These Days!

It’s been a tough week for the Hood family.

On Thursday, 21-year-old Austin died. Four days later, Hurricane Sandy slammed into the Hoods’ home on Soundview Drive. Among much other damage, a couple of tons of sand ended up on the Hoods’ front lawn.

Sebo Hood is a soccer player at Staples. Fellow Wrecker Charlie Leonard came up with an idea: Shovel the yard.

As head coach, I sent a text message to all 68 varsity, JV and freshman soccer players. The response was immediate.

Andreas Refvik (left) and Andrew Puchala remove some of the massive amount of sand in the Hoods’ front lawn.

This morning, 40 boys showed up — armed with shovels and wheelbarrows. Many others apologized, saying they had no way to get there — or were busy cleaning up their own property.

Working hard until nearly 2 p.m., the Wreckers removed several feet of sand. They wheeled it across Soundview, back to the beach where it belonged. It was a massive undertaking. At the end, the Hoods rewarded the players (augmented by friends and neighbors) with pizzas.

They didn’t have to, of course. But the guys were definitely hungry.

When the soccer players began, sand was up to the top of the stone path.

Meanwhile this afternoon, dozens of other Staples students responded to a Parks and Rec call to clean up the golf course. They brought rakes, fanned out, and got to work. It was an immense help — and greatly appreciated.

There are 1800 Stapleites ready to help clean up our town, wherever it’s needed: the beach, Longshore, businesses, roads, homes. Middle schoolers — even those in elementary school — can pitch in too.

If you know a need, click “Comments.” Include contact information too.

Parents, check out the “Comments” section to see what’s needed. If you see somewhere your sons and daughters can help, please tell them.

Recovering from Hurricane Sandy won’t be easy. But Westport’s kids are ready to pitch in.

And all they need is pizza.

Varsity co-captain Joe Greenwald and freshman Noah Schwaeber work together during the cleanup.

2 Athletes, 3 Benches, Unlimited Love

Preston Hirten died 3 years ago, on a place he loved: the soccer field. The former Staples star was just starting his junior year at the University of Mary Washington, when a previously unknown heart ailment ended his all-too-short life.

The college players came by bus from Virginia for Preston’s service. His 2006 Staples teammates, and the 2009 Mary Washington team, grieved together.

The following summer — to honor Preston’s memory, and reunite in a less awful time — the ’06 Wreckers invited the UMW players back to Westport. There were cookouts, a mini-soccer tournament, and plenty of stories. It was a tough time for the Hirten family, but they were heartened by so much support.

Last weekend marked the 3rd annual Preston Hirten event. The soccer tournament grew to over 100 players on 13 teams, including former opponents of Preston’s, and 2 girls squads. Preston’s young cousins “played for Preston,” too.

Just a few of the many Staples and Mary Washington players who “played for Preston” on Saturday.

As they move on with their lives, Preston’s high school and college friends — from as far away as California — took time to honor and remember him. A special Westport tradition has been born.

Before the tournament, Preston’s family unveiled two benches they donated to Wakeman Park. Each bears a different inscription. Taken together, they proclaim the measure of a talented, passionate,  and very compassionate, young man.

But those were not the only benches dedicated this weekend.

On Sunday evening at Long Lots School, Kuti Zeevi’s teammates and many friends did something similar — without knowing about the other unveiling.

Kuti — the popular jeweler killed last December during a robbery — was several decades older than Preston. But he too loved soccer, and played for over 20 years with a Westport men’s team called the Late Knights.

Theirs was a more casual, pick-up style of soccer than Preston’s, but they too developed a feeling of family. (They took a couple of memorable overseas trips, too.)

Preston Hirten and Kuti Zeevi did not know each other. But the 2 Westporters were united by a love of their sport, and the love of their teammates.

Now — with the dedication of benches, on two of their favorite fields — both will be remembered forever.

My 15 Minutes

I often give shout-outs to Westporters who land in the New York Times. It’s nice to celebrate those random, local-national connections.

But that’s it: A link on “06880,” a brief description of the story, then it’s on to the next post.

Last Sunday, I was the Westporter in the Times.  And despite all the hand-wringing about the current state of journalism — print and online — one thing is certain: the New York Times still has juice.

Staples' Dylan Evans (right), in one of the many exciting moments from Staples' 2011 season. (Photo/Carl McNair)

A few days earlier, I’d been interviewed by a sports reporter. The subject seemed arcane: Several years ago the governing body of American soccer organized a new, highest-tier form of youth teams (the “Development Academy”). Recently they lengthened those teams’ seasons to 10 months, and decreed that Academy players can no longer play for their high school teams.

The Times turned to me — the Staples High School boys soccer coach, with a few Academy players on our roster — for insights.

We talked for 45 minutes. I knew that much of what I said would land on the editing floor; I hoped what survived would be pithy, helpful — or at least not inane.

I had no idea when the piece would run.

On Saturday afternoon, I started getting emails. “Saw your quote in the Times!” they said. “Nice job!”

The story had been posted online — 15 minutes earlier. I have no idea how so many people found it so quickly, but I was not complaining.

I was mentioned briefly — only 4 paragraphs’ worth.

Dan Woog, the boys soccer coach at Staples High School in Westport, Conn., recalled the night his team won a league championship several years ago and a group of players showed up at a diner afterward with their championship medals around their necks.

Suddenly, the other customers in the diner — a majority of them Westport residents — stood up and spontaneously gave the players a standing ovation. The players beamed.

The 2009 FCIAC champs -- before the medals were awarded.

“They’re going to remember that the rest of their lives,” Woog said. “They felt like kings. That’s not going to happen in the academy.”

Woog added: “We should be in the business of letting kids be kids. Not forcing them into thinking they’re going to be playing for Arsenal or Manchester United two years from now.”

Fortunately, that was the money quote.

Dozens of people emailed me. Many appreciated what I said; a few took issue. The debate — mirroring one that’s gone on all over the country — was taking shape.

Then came Sunday morning.

The story ran on the front page of the sports section — above the fold. The headline — “High School Players Forced to Choose in Soccer’s New Way” — attracted attention from millions of readers. Soccer fans, anyone with a connection to high school, even people with no skin in the game — all seemed intrigued by the story. After all, it has ramifications for athletes in many other sports, and discussed side issues like competition, education, and adolescent development.

Then the blitz really began.

By late morning, over 150 comments had been posted on the Times website.

The 2011 team, in a typical high school pose. (Photo/Carl McNair)

I’d received at least as many emails and phone calls. They came from former athletes, dimly remembered ex-Stapleites who recognized my name, current players, parents of current and ex-players, and Westporters who were simply excited to read my name in the paper.

Most of those who contacted me directly agreed with what I said. That’s natural.

The Times page was filled with diverse opinions. Early comments favored the Academy approach; later, they became 50-50. A few people wrote so obtusely, I wondered if they read any part of the story at all.

Then the media descended. I gave a number of interviews to other papers, blogs and outlets. All of a sudden, the Times story became national news.

Just as quickly, of course, it subsided. By yesterday, the American soccer world (and the media that covers it) had moved on to other topics. I was old news.

Someone else was enjoying his or her 15 minutes of fame.

And I’m left to wonder, still, about Academy teams, high school soccer, and kids walking into the Sherwood Diner with championship medals around their necks.

(Click here to read the entire Times story.)

A small portion of a large crowd at a Staples soccer championship match.