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March, 2013 – EAT DESSERT FOR HADASSAH AT FROZEN DELIGHT

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EAT DESSERT FOR HADASSAH AT FROZEN DELIGHT

Dear Hadassah Members and Friends:

OY do we have something delectable to share with you!

Eat Dessert for Hadassah at Frozen Delight on Sunday, March 10, 2013, noon-10pm.

Crepes, waffles, ice cream, yogurt, gelato and more. All kosher products.

TEN PERCENT of everything that everyone buys at Frozen Delight on that day will be donated to Hadassah!

Frozen Delight is located in Canyon Town Center, 8784 Boynton Beach Blvd, #104, Boynton Beach.

We need you tell your members, family, friends, colleagues, passersby, anyone and everyone.

Shout it out at meetings, by email, in e-bulletins, print bulletin, community channel 63, on your Facebook page – anywhere and everywhere.

It tastes even better than reading about it.

Best regards,

Iris Sandberg, FAR Membership VP & the FAR Executive Board hadirisbsand@gmail.com

  

 

March, 2013 – Mallstars Kids Club Hosts a Bunny Hop

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MallStars Kids Club members and friends . . .

Join us for a Bunny Hop Dance Party

on Saturday, March 16th at 9:00 a.m.

in The Mall at Wellington Green’s Food Court!

 

-Enjoy fun, family-friendly music as you dance with a live DJ

-Take home a balloon from balloon artists

-Watch in amazement at the skill of jugglers

-Enjoy yummy snacks

-Get a festive goodie bag

 

MallStars Kids Club is sponsored by:

The Goddard School for Early Childhood Development

561-333-2020

 

Event is sponsored by:

i9 Sports

561-290-4949

 

 

The Mall at Wellington Green

10300 W. Forest Hill Blvd., Suite 2000

Wellington, FL 33414

www.ShopWellingtonGreen.com

February, 2013 – Small Business Roundtable Creates a Buzz

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The Wellington Chamber of Commerce and
The Small Business RoundTable
Kick Off Their First Session Of The Year

The Small Business RoundTable presented their first session of the 2013 series Thursday evening at Hurricane Grill & Wings in Wellington, Florida.  The theme for 2013 is “Creating a BUZZ” and the session that night was entitled “The Art of Attracting Customers Through Media.”  The sponsor of the event was Eric H. Light, P.A., Attorney at Law.

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Photo by Monica Kallas, SharpShooter Marketing.

The first speaker of the evening was Mitra Malek, Staff Writer for the Palm Beach Post.  She discussed the specifics of how her newspaper and other papers in general operate.  To help bridge the gap between small businesses and her newspaper, she explained what makes events and happenings in the area newsworthy.  Malek also shared specific information as to when and how to write a press release plus who to send it to.

The second speaker was Kharin Gibson, Senior Audience Development Executive with the South Florida Business Journal.  Gibson provided all attendees with the latest edition of her newspaper.  She then walked everyone through the pertinent sections to point out how small businesses can utilize her paper to increase business.  She shared how her paper provides leads including contact information in order to increase their data bases.

It was an interactive session with attendees asking many questions and the speakers providing a lot of answers.   Overall, the speakers provided excellent presentations and were well received.

The next session of the Small Business RoundTable will be March 28th.  That session will be focused on understanding how to utilize social media networks to increase business.  Attendees will be required to bring their computers because this will be a hands-on session.  People will be grouped with one instructor to learn either LinkedIn, Facebook or Pinterest.  Space is limited for this session.  

For more information about the Small Business RoundTable, contact Michela Perillo-Green at 561.792.6526 or write to info@wellingtonchamber.com.  Also, visit the Wellington Chamber of Commerce website at www.WellingtonChamber.com to register for the next session of the Small Business RoundTable.

Written By:                                             Monica Kallas – SharpShooter Marketing Group

Photograph By:                                    Monica Kallas – SharpShooter Marketing Group

March, 2013 – Safe Drinking Water

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Living Green

Jathy Garcia

 

 

Is Your Drinking Water Safe?

 

By Jathynia Garcia

 

The taste of drinking water is one of the first clues to a homeowner that there may be a problem with the water.

 

Primary treatment method used to handle taste, smell, odor, or color problems may include filtration, filtration through a carbon filter, softening, reverse osmosis, chlorination and distillation and/ or a combination of such.

 

Water purification may remove: particulate sand; suspended particles of organic material; parasites, Giardia; is a germ that causes diarrhea. -is found in infected people’s stool and cannot be seen by the naked eye. …

bacteria; algae; viruses; fungi; minerals such as calcium, silica, and magnesium; and toxic metals like lead, copper, and chromium.

 

Governments usually dictate the standards for drinking water quality. Quality standards in many countries require specific amounts of disinfectant (such as chlorine) in the water after it leaves the water treatment plant (WTP), to reduce the risk of re-contamination while the water is in the distribution system. But think about all the effects in chlorinated water

 

If it cleanses your water, then what is the problem right? Well here’s the scoop, health officials are concerned with the chlorinating by-products, also known as “chlorinated hydrocarbons” or trihalomethanes (THM’s). Most THM’s are formed in drinking water when chlorine reacts with naturally occurring substances such as decomposing plant and animal materials. Risk for certain types of cancer are now being correlated to the consumption of chlorinated drinking water. The President’s Council on Environmental Quality states that “there is increased evidence for an association between rectal, colon and bladder cancer and the consumption of chlorinated drinking water.” Suspected carcinogens make the human body more vulnerable through repeated ingestion and research indicates the incidence of cancer is 44% higher among those using chlorinated water.

 

Even though the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) adopted new regulations in 1980 for cities to lower the chlorination by-products in water to level not exceeding 100 parts per billion, experts believe that it still doesn’t provide proper safeguards and should be strengthened. Unfortunately, there is a little likelihood that the use of chlorine will be discontinued since it is currently the most economically acceptable chemical for bacterial control at this time.

 

It is ironic that the process of chlorination, by which we cleanse our water of infectious organisms, can create cancer-causing substances from otherwise innocent chemicals in water.

 

It is not possible to tell whether water is safe to drink just by looking at it. Simple procedures such as boiling or the use of a household activated carbon filter are NOT sufficient for treating all the possible contaminants that may be present in water from an unknown source. Even natural spring water – considered safe for all practical purposes in the 1800s – must now be tested before determining what kind of treatment, if any, is needed.

 

At Hi-Tech Plumbing we offer a complete analysis of your home’s water system and will recommend the best suited system for your home, we even offer monthly maintenance plans to continue providing you with clean, crisp, great tasting drinkable water & peace of mind.

 

At Hi-Tech Plumbing we offer the most advanced technology in water filtration & purification systems. From water conditioning systems by http://www.easywater.com (Hi-Tech is proud to be the Authorized Dealer for this revolutionary no-salt water system here in Palm beach county), to reverse osmosis, even ultraviolet filtration systems, we will accommodate a system that suits your family’s needs, from single filters to whole house systems. We’re your one stop shop for water pureness & cleanliness.

 

In addition, here is a link to the World Health Organization’s report on safe drinking water and a bit more about their mission to get safe drinking water accessible throughout the world: http://www.who.int/water_sanitation_health/mdg1/en/index.html

 

 

Please visit our website or call to schedule your water analysis today. http://www.hi-techplumbing.com/Water-Filters.htm

Hi-Tech plumbing is a local plumbing contractor in the Wellington/ Royal Palm Beach area who specializes in all facets of plumbing service utilizing the latest & up-to date technology. For more information visit our website at www.hi-techplumbing.com or call our office at 561-790-6966. And remember Don’t fret… just call Hi-Tech!

 

March, 2013 – Celebrate Wellington!

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Celebrate Wellington

Radio Club Commemorates Wellington’s Founding with

Mayor Margolis Greeting New Zealand’s Wellington Mayor Wade-Brown

Over-the-Airwaves

 

Wellington, 2/27/13  – Wellington’s government became operational in March 1996 and the Wellington Radio Club will help celebrate its “birthday.” It will operate a “Special Event” shortwave station on Saturday, March 16th in Village Park.  The radio amateurs will inform their colleagues worldwide of Wellington’s anniversary and its evolution from a huge strawberry plantation to a bustling city of 60,000 people.  That station will link the mayors of two Wellingtons that are nearly on opposite sides of the globe!  It has been assigned a special FCC call-sign: “W4W”.

 

Radio Club President Larry Lazar pointed out that “Mayor Celia Wade-Brown of New Zealand will barely have time for her first cup of coffee, on her day-off no less, before exchanging greetings with Mayor Bob Margolis. While it’s 3:30pm, Saturday in Florida, it will be Sunday at 8:30am New Zealand time… she’s obviously very dedicated!”

 

Mayor Margolis is no stranger to this type of international goodwill gesture.  In 2003 at the dedication of the Wellington Emergency Operations Center, then “Councilman Margolis” spoke with the Mayor Wayne Guppy of New Zealand.  What was expected to be a 5-minute exchange lasted almost half an hour! That’s how much the two Wellington areas have in common.

 

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Dit Dah, the Ham Clown

Wellington Radio Club members will man their station from 9:30am to 4:30pm at Pavilion 3 in Village Park.  “Dit-Dah”,

Ron the Ham-Clown will be entertaining and making animal balloons.  From 2pm to 3pm there will be demonstrations of competition-level, radio controlled race cars.  Pavilion 3 is next to a great playground, so bring the kids and enjoy this special event.

 

 

 

 

Radio Club members volunteer at Wellington’s Emergency Operations and often partner with the Village of Wellington on communications projects.  To learn more about Amateur Radio, go to Wellington Radio Club website at www.qsl.net/k4wrc and www.emergency-radio.org.  The public is most cordially invited to come, meet and talk with the hams. See what modern Amateur Radio can do. They can even help you get on the air!

March, 2013 – College Decisions

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College Decisions

By: Madison Dalton

This past month’s mail was glutted with the last deluge of college acceptance letters, and now, for many high school seniors, it’s decision time. For the vast majority of our more astute students, high school has consisted of schedules gorged with AP classes, leadership positions, sports, jobs, and school clubs—done partly—if not mostly, for the sake of slapping them on a college resume, in order to get into a “good” college, to get a “good” job, to be “successful.” By similar logic, many of these soon-to-be high school graduates feel that ‘college decision time’ also sticks them on the precipice of ‘life decision time.’  AP classes mean that for many students, that first year of gen-ed classes is at least partially completed.  This means that students essentially need to choose their career paths their freshman year of college.  Changing one’s mind can mean a huge waste of time, money, and potential. In reality, as many colleges specialize in certain fields, many students ought to choose their career paths before they choose a university. I for one am not close to being ready to make a decision like that, and I am not alone. I’m just thankful to be a current junior and have a few more months before I need to solidify my decisions for potential colleges.

Like many of my fellow classmates, I have begun lowering down my potential career fields. I can do math and science; therefore I should become a doctor or an engineer, right? As simplistic as it may sound, I am once again not alone in this reasoning. I also dislike math and science with a – if not burning – then lukewarm passion. Again – not alone. So why would so many kids who vehemently dislike math and science go into careers that intensely focus on these fields? Well, I guess it comes down to four words: money, job security, respect. In one word: “success”. Granted, there are plenty of people who do truly love math and science and genuinely do want to become an engineer or doctor in order to make the world a better place. To these individuals I offer a hearty “kudos”, but they are also in the minority.  The notion that people in general do not strive to be admired, wealthy, and powerful is sweet but also inaccurate.  In reality, our society places engineers, doctors, physicists, etc on a very high pedestal, which is fine, until someone has very admirable reasons for following a much-less admired career path.

My sister, a current UF undergrad, is a prime example of this phenomenon. Thanks to AP classes, she had most of her gen-ed classes completed her freshman year and so had to pick a career path to follow. Not feeling particularly passionate about anything, she decided to go into chemical engineering. Why? Because she was capable of passing the classes and engineering offered good job security. Fair enough. Well, she’s recently decided to change her major to elementary education. Why? She simple decided that sticking needles into a test tube all day was not for her. She wanted to touch and impact lives directly. Fair enough. But ever since switching her major she has expressed doubt and concern about her change. Not so much because she thinks she will dislike teaching, but because of the negative light our society throws on it. Because of the disappointed look in people’s eyes when she tells them she switched her major form engineering to education. That look that says “oh, so you weren’t smart enough to pass engineering classes” because obviously anyone who could pass those classes would take them because obviously no one would make a decision simply because they feel in their heart it is the right choice to make. Seriously?

 Honestly, I have no idea what it means to be successful. I won’t even pretend like I do. The word always seemed to me to be a euphemism for “go make money, kid”, to which I respectfully retort, seriously? What I do know is that regardless of what I can and cannot do, I want to spend the better part of my life attempting to make art. That is, attempting to use may words, actions and thoughts (and, ideally, yes my literal art as well) to make the world just a little bit more beautiful of a place than how it was when I was first put into it. And so this is what I have to do. This is what I must do because no one has the right not to try. Because if dreams were really that silly, God would never have planted them into our hearts. And if you don’t believe in a God, consider the fact that evolution ought to have made the “dreamer gene” die out long ago if it were really so fruitless and dangerous. Before you have a conniption, you should know that I’m not going to let my dreams drag me to the point of being a homeless artist begging for pennies on the street. But I do plan to push myself as close to that point as I can go, if that’s what it takes.

 My dad tells me that I’m an idealist. Well, of course. Why shouldn’t I have faith enough in myself and humanity in general, to believe that I can wield my attitude  readily enough to make each day pleasant, if I so desire. Why shouldn’t my life be ideal? After all, the word is subjective. Loving each day, smiling simply because it feels good, and being brave enough to live unafraid, that is ideal.

So about a week ago I had a mini-meltdown. Very similar to the one my sister had before switching her major to education. I plan to live a relatively long time and I don’t want to live with regrets. Well, long story short, my uncle called and my  mom ended up texting him back saying she couldn’t talk because we were deciding my future, trying to figure out if I should become an artist or a writer. His response? “Both. Seriously.” And it’s that “seriously” part that really made me think. There is nothing silly, nothing unrealistic about having faith enough to hope and courage enough to not let one’s feet tremble at the thought of casing dreams. And perhaps that is what success really means. Sprinting. Sprinting down the path less followed because walking sublimely in the wrong direction would be senseless and cowardly, not to mention boring. Success is being so brave and so legitimately excited to live and truly live each day that you never give yourself the chance to regret. Seriously.

Madison Dalton is Junior at Wellington High School.  She is an editor of her school’s online newspaper, WHSWave.com.  She is also an officer on her school’s debate team, National Honors Society, and community service club, Key club.  Madison’s hobbies include writing, running, and drawing.  She aspires to be an author and professional artist.

March, 2013 – The Mom Dance

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Mommy Moments

The Mom Dance

By Krista Martinelli

 

A couple of weeks ago I discovered the video “The Evolution of the Mom Dance,” with Jimmy Fallon and first lady Michelle Obama – and found it to be quite funny! 

 

 

And it made me think about my own personal evolution of dance.  In a very brief nutshell, here’s how it goes so far.

 

  • The early childhood years – dancing without any inhibition.  You know how it goes – dancing, shouting, drumming, primal stuff.

 

  • The threat from my mother (“If you don’t act more ladylike, we are going to send you to ballet classes.”)  Oh the horror, the horror!  I was a tom boy, big-time, and so the thought of putting on a pink tutu and being forced to be graceful was a serious threat. 

 

  • The first official school dance, which was in 7th grade in Massachusetts for me.  The good news – I got to go with the boy I had a crush on.  The bad news – something about the whole scene made me nervous and I froze up completely – not dancing much, not talking much.  And poor Josh concluded that I didn’t like him.

 

  • More dances happened as we progressed into high school.  A lot of these dances consisted of girlfriends dancing with each other and having a great time together.  There would be an occasional dance with a boy, but these were few and far between, as they boys had to muster up quite a bit of courage to break into groups of girls. 

 

  • Dancing during the dating years. This is still a balance of trying to look cool and yet trying to loosen up at the same time.  I have to admit that dancing was, for me, a better date than going to a bar and just sitting. 

 

  • Our first dance at our wedding day – to the tune of “You are the sunshine of my life” by Stevie Wonder.  Joe and I did pretty well with this, thanks to a little coaching from my Dad, who had gotten deeply into ball room dancing.  He informed us that this was a rumba and taught us what to do, just enough so we would look smooth for the first dance. Thanks, Dad!

 

  • Dancing with our newborn baby girl.  Dancing, grooving, bouncing – anything to keep her from crying.  This is whole different sort of dancing where the goal is simply to keep the baby happy! And when she was born, another Stevie Wonder song was played often in our house, “Isn’t She Lovely?”

 

  • Mommy & Me type classes with both of our kids.  As a Mom, this is something I really enjoyed.  Both my daughter and son really benefited from moving to the music at an early age (like 1) and so did I.  When you’re sleep-deprived as a new parent, there’s something very special about getting together with other parents and young kids and just playing to the music. Often it’s the most fun part of the day.

 

  • Fast-forward to today.  My daughter is seven and not exactly a tom boy as I was.  She loves dance and takes lessons at That’s Dancing, both ballet and jazz right now.  Once in a while, when she’s preparing for the final show, I get to work on the steps with her and practice the routine along with a DVD.  This is fun, and she’s more graceful than I am.  But it’s all about enjoying the journey, right? 

 

So in the words from that memorable song by Lee Ann Womack, when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, “I hope you dance!”

 

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance!

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Krista Martinelli is the editor of AroundWellington.com, the online local publication for Wellington, FL and beyond. She is the mother of two kids and enjoys tennis & playwriting.

 

 

March, 2013 – The Havanese, National Dog of Cuba?

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The Havanese, National Dog of Cuba?

 

By Barbara Phillippi

 

     I recently returned from a long-planned, once-in-a-life time trip to Cuba, and the subject for the March “Dog Walkin’ Wellington” column was chosen weeks before departing the USA –“The Havanese, National Dog of Cuba.” Hmmm… although there are canines everywhere one looks on the island, including in the airport parking lot, I never saw one canine that remotely resembled the Havanese breed standard. I inquired at several locations, and no one seemed to know where I might see a genuine “National Dog of Cuba.” But the breed does have an interesting history, and I was lucky enough to find a Havanese right here in Wellington.
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 “Bella” is the cherished pet of Richard Cheska, who lives in Wellington, and bought her when she was a five month old puppy. Now a year old, Bella is a seasoned traveler, she’s been to Belgium twice and all over the US with Richard, who is a jumper/hunter trainer. “She goes everywhere with me,” he says fondly. “All over town, even restaurants, and the horse show.”

Her coat isn’t that difficult to care for, but Richard gets her clipped a couple of times a year. “And she doesn’t bellashed,” he says. Bella fits the textbook description of the Havanese breed: playful, gentle, people-friendly, with a joyful disposition. She does growl and bark at strange noises outside, but isn’t “yappy,” he says.

“I had a Corgi for 18 years, didn’t want another dog,” he says. But Bella is the best companion he could ever have wished for.
     Cuba’s only native breed, the Havanese, is a descendent of breeds brought to Cuba from Spain, and could also be related to the Tenerife, an ancestor of the entire Bichon family. Once known as the Havana Silk Dog or the Spanish Silk Poodle, the Havanese evolved from its role as a pampered lap-dog of the aristocracy into a family companion, responsible for being a watchdog, child’s playmate, and herder of the family’s poultry. A small, sturdy dog, 8 1/2” to 11 1/2” tall, with a friendly disposition, the Havanese has a wavy, silky, profuse coat which remains extremely light – insulating and protecting the breed against harsh tropical heat. It comes in all colors, and should remain untrimmed.
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      During the Cuban Revolution, in the 1960’s, many islanders able to flee the island for sanctuary in the United Sates were forced to leave their beloved dogs behind. At one time, there were only 11 traceable purebred Havanese in the United States, and the breed faced extinction. A U.S. breeder, Mrs. Goodale, advertised in a Florida paper, and found two or three immigrant families who had brought their Havanese from Cuba. From them, Mrs. Goodale obtained 6 Bichon Havanese with pedigrees: a female with 4 female pups, and a young unrelated male. Later she was able to get 5 more males from Costa Rica.
       As an experienced breeder, Mrs. Goodale began working with the 11 dogs. Her first lines appeared in 1974. The UKC recognized the Havanese breed in 1991, the AKC in 1996. Havanese popularity in the show ring and official registry have grown quickly, and these dogs are also now high in demand as family pets.
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Now, the “rest of the story,” the canine that should be the national dog of Cuba . . .
                                               

 

The Cuban Street Dog, Savvy Survivor
      It’s a colorful rumor that the thousands of uncollared stray dogs roaming the island of Cuba are “Columbus Dogs,” whose ancestors traveled to the new world with the early explorer. But Cuba’s national passion for dogs extends back beyond Columbus’ arrival. When the Spanish first arrived in the Americas in the sixteenth century, they found at least twenty distinct breeds of dogs, and the Cuban Street Dog is the result of thousands of random crosses over hundreds of years. 
      By some estimates, there are over a million dogs in Cuba, half of which may be strays. Asleep in the road, ambling along the cobbled streets, and rummaging through garbage is an assortment of disparate hounds, from Dacshunds to German Shepherds. But most are middle sized, and lack specific breed characteristics. Weaving through the crazy Havana traffic of 1950’s Chevys and Fords, or trotting the dusty streets of a rural village, there seems to be a canine of some sort in view at all times. 
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     Much of Cuba’s cat population disappeared into the cooking pot during the terrible years of the early 1990’s, following the collapse of the Soviet Union, when monetary support for Cuba disappeared, when starvation and malnutrition stalked the land. But Cubans love their dogs too much to have actually eaten them, no matter how hungry. Nevertheless, during the ‘Special Period’ of a decade ago, many people could no longer afford to feed their beloved canines, and, with great sorrow, turned them out onto the streets. Most current street dogs are or are descended from house pets let loose, and are pretty friendly.
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      The strays have an uncanny knowledge of their surroundings, and instinctively know when it is or isn’t safe to scamper across the street. Not neutered, or spayed, and sans veterinary attention, they reproduce at will, skinny, sometimes scarred, four-legged derelicts, who will follow you five blocks for a crumb from your sandwich. But in rural areas and villages, domestic chickens, including baby chicks, peck the streets and yards, and have no fear of nearby bony, hungry, canines, who ignore the tasty feathered meals just feet away. “I don’t think that they (the dogs) have the strength to chase them,” observed my friend.
      And then there are the more privileged hounds with a secure roof over their heads, as well-fed, pampered, and groomed as their owners’ meager resources allow. Some are kept on roofs, to deter thieves and intruders, some peer through iron barred windows and yard gates at passersby. An international dog show, the first of its sort, was well attended in a field near Havana’s Revolution Plaza this past November. Judges were flown in from several Latin America locations. “This is a small, poor country, but Cubans love dogs,” said Miguel Calvo, the president of Cuba’s dog federation, which organized the show. “We make a great effort to breed purebred animals of quality.”
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      Commercially prepared pet food is not sold in Cuba, and providing enough chow for their pets is often a struggle for owners. Not that these dogs are abused. Quite the opposite. The deep-seated affection that they feel for their animals means that even strays usually find enough handouts to eke out an existence.  Cuban society is steeped in Yoruba tradition, which holds that dogs are sacred animals, and should not be mistreated. Still, government euthanasia of strays is not always done in a humane manner. There are US and international organizations that have made contact with Cuban veterinarians, and work to improve the lives of Cuban Street Dogs. You are encouraged to visit their web page: 

https://www.theaniplantproject.org/OUR_WORK.html

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“In a perfect world, every home would have a dog, and every dog would have a home.”

 

Over a lifetime, Barbara Phillippi has had mostly “normal” dogs – a few German Shepherds and a bunch of wonderful “mutts,” each with its own wonderful, quirky, qualities. For many years, she taught 4-H dog obedience courses, under the authorization of Cornell University’s Cooperative Extension Services. That terrific program teaches the basics of dog behavior, of every breed, to young dog owners. Today she lives in Wellington with three Jack Russell Terriers – Woody, Gracie, and Buck. “These guys showed me a learning curve that I never knew existed!”

 

March, 2013 – Evolution of a Curmudgeon

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Evolution of a Curmudgeon

By Wendell Abern

 

Dear Curious,

          Later this month, I will be 80 years old.

          I mentioned this to a friend last week, and he said, “Have you always been as grouchy as you are today?”

          Good question. Like many of the traits we all exhibit in maturity, my crankiness had its roots in my youth.  In fact, I can pinpoint it to one event.  And one person.  Connie Berman.

          I was eleven years old, and had lived in Chicago for three weeks when I was invited to my first boy-girl party. 

          I asked Frank, the one friend I’d made, if he were going. When he assured me he was, I asked, “But why would they invite me?  I hardly know anyone.”

          “They needed another guy, and everyone knows Connie has a big crush on you.  Besides, they had six girls and only five guys.  They had to make it even because we’re going to play kissing games.”

          “We’re going to do what?”

          I had been born in Bismarck, North Dakota. I had grown up in little towns all over the Midwest and had no idea what a kissing game was, or how it was played,  and until that time had thought of girls as kind of — well — soft boys.  What did this mean?  And why did everybody know everything, and all I knew were multiplication tables and Greek mythology?

          The party took place at the Sunday afternoon following my talk with Frank. After presents had been opened and sandwiches and cake eaten, Sidney announced, “Okay, we’re going to play Post Office now.”

          “What’s that?” I asked Frank.

          “Guy says he wants to give a one-cent stamp to a girl. Names her. They go in the other room for one kiss. Then the guy comes out and announces who the girl wants and for how many stamps, and they kiss that many times. And it just goes on, boy-girl, boy-girl, like that.”

          Connie, the hostess, selected Sidney to go first.

          (Four years later, Connie told me how she had planned the whole game. She told Sidney to announce the game and go first and call for Janet. Then Janet would call for Bob, Bob for Connie, and Connie for me.)

          The kissing took place in the parents’ bedroom.  When Bob emerged after his pre-planned one-cent kiss with Connie, he announced that Connie had specified an air-mail stamp for me.  An air mail stamp in those days cost three cents.  Three kisses!  Everyone hooted and hollered.

          I walked in, shut the bedroom door, and with no hesitation Connie walked up, threw her arms around me and kissed me.

          “That’s not how you kiss,” she said.

          “It’s not?”

          “No.  Don’t you ever see movies?  You kiss like this.”

          And with that, she flang herself at me again, wrapped her arms around my neck and plastered herself against me.  When she let go, and while my hair was still curling all by itself, she said, “That’s better.”

          “It was?”

          She giggled.  “This time,” she said, “we’re going to open our mouths and touch tongues.”

          We’re going to do what?”

          Instead of answering, she threw herself at me again, and during the kiss opened her mouth, forcing mine to open too. 

          “Did you like that?” she asked.

          “Um … um …”

          “Let’s do it again.”

          “But … but … we’ve already kissed three times. Isn’t that against the rules?”

          “The rules?” She laughed. “You think everyone plays according to the rules? Bob and Janet were in here for five minutes for two kisses.  You think they were playing according to the rules?”

          “Yeah. They were here for a long time.”

          She laughed and kissed me again.  And again.  After a few minutes, she said, “Okay, I’m going to go out and say you asked for Jennifer.  A one-cent stamp.  One kiss only!  And I mean it!  Then Jennifer’s going to ask for Ralph, Ralph will ask for me, and I’ll ask for you again.”

          “But — but is that fair? I mean, what about Anita? No one has — “

          “Will you stop with the ‘fair’ business already?”  Then she kissed me again and said, “Hey, you’re getting good at this.”

          “Okay,” I said, “but … but look, you can’t tell anyone about … about, you know, the tongues.”

          “I won’t.  I promise.”

          “No one can know about the tongues, Connie.”

          “No one will know,” she said as she left.  I heard her announce that I wanted Jennifer for a one-cent stamp. She accompanied Jennifer to the bedroom and I heard her whisper, “One kiss, Jen.  One.  Mouths closed.  And that’s it.”

           I kissed Jennifer once, went out to the living room and sent in Ralph for an air mail job.  Jennifer had asked for only a one-cent stamp, but by this time I had decided if everyone else could make up their own rules, so could I.  Ralph thanked me for it later.

          The next morning, I walked to school, still trying to sort out yesterday’s events.  Ralph, Sidney and Bob were waiting for me. They saw me, laughed, and went into a routine they had obviously rehearsed.  Each said a line:

          “Look, up in the sky …”

          “It’s a bird … it’s a plane …”

          “No, it’s Supertongue!”

          “Very funny,” I said.  And I was not pleased.  The nickname stuck with me all through high school.

                                                *        *        *

          Consider the valuable lessons I learned at that party :  no one can keep a secret; no one plays by the rules, and if you can gerrymander a game of Post Office, you can rig anything.

 

 

          To this day, I consider that experience the birth of my crankiness. Over the following 69 years, life happened, and I just naturally evolved into the irascible curmudgeon I am today.

          Cantankerously Yours,

          Wendell Abern

Wendell Abern can be reached at dendyabern@comcast.net.

 

 

 

March, 2013 – Montreal: Taste, Explore, Experience

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Montreal:  Taste, Explore, Experience

 

Story by Terri Marshall, Photos by Gregory Holder

 

My first morning in Montreal I was greeted in the lobby of my downtown hotel – the sleek, modern, Novotel – by Ruby.  A native Montrealer and tourism professional, Ruby’s mission was to give me a taste of her city – literally and figuratively,

 

“There are a few key ways to tell who is a native Montrealer and who isn’t,” began Ruby.  “If you are a true Montrealer, you will never, ever be seen carrying a coffee cup on the street while rushing to your office or anywhere else.”  Apparently, Montreal residents take their coffee seriously.  They go to their neighborhood coffee shop, order their favorite brew and actually sit down to savor its taste before heading out for the day.  Wow, what a concept!

 

fairmount_bagel_shop1“Dance is an important part of our culture, we love to eat, we are into biking and we will give you a kiss on each cheek after meeting you,” Ruby explained.  “Oh, and you absolutely have to try our bagels.” 

 

I took Ruby’s advice about the bagels and many other things.  The result is my list of not to be missed Montreal experiences.

 

Fairmount Bagels

 

The best introduction to a Montreal bagel is to ask for one just out of the oven. If you have to wait a few minutes, you can enjoy the scene in the kitchen as workers heap massive mounds of dough onto the counter before hand rolling each bagel for baking in the old fashioned wood-burning ovens – the same method started by Fairmount Bagels’ founder, Isadore Shlafman, in 1919 when he first introduced the bagel to Canada.

 

Smaller and sweeter than its New York cousin, hot from the oven these bagels quite literally melt in your mouth.  The secret is the water – Montreal’s is soft and mineral free.  And, the bagels are boiled in honey water just before they are baked leaving a sweeter less chewy bagel.  www.fairmountbagel.com

 

Poutines at La Banquise

 

Poutines are a tradition in Montreal and at La Banquise you can orderpoutines a plate of poutines 24 hours a day making this Mont-Royal neighborhood restaurant, a must-taste experience.  A delicious, if not artery-restricting, Quebec specialty, poutines are a mixture of fries topped with brown sauce and cheese curds.  At La Banquise the basic poutines are jazzed up with all manner of other toppings.  “La Elvis” adds ground beef, green peppers and mushrooms.  “La Pizza” heaps strips of pepperoni, peppers and mushrooms atop the fries. Bring your appetite!  www.restolabanquise.com

 

Marche Jean-Talon

 

Montreal’s outdoor markets are truly the best location to taste thenotredamebasilica city.  The largest and most spectacular is Marche Jean-Talon in Montreal’s Little Italy neighborhood.  This open air market features a staggering number of stands filled with locally grown fruits and vegetables, locally produced cheeses, gourmet seasonings, freshly baked pies and confections….the list goes on and on.

 

The colorful scene is entertaining, aromatically-pleasing and delicious.  It’s the perfect spot to fill up a picnic basket before heading up to Parc Mont Royal and finding a spot to savor your treats while overlooking the Montreal skyline.  www.marchespublics-mtl.com/English/Jean-Talon

 

Parc Mont Royal

 

montroyalview2Designed by Frederck Law Olmsted, the architect for New York’s Central Park, Mont Royal Park is a forest within the city.  As the city’s highest point, it affords spectacular views of the Montreal skyline making the chalet at the top  a popular spot for photos. 

 

The park can be reached by bus, or – if you want to work off some of those poutines – you can hike to the top via trails and wooden steps.  The Smith House is the gateway to the park and provides information on park activities, its history and nature and conservation issues. 

 

Mont Royal is the perfect place to immerse yourself in nature within the city while exploring the trails and pausing to enjoy the spectacular views.

 

Old Montreal

 

Stroll the cobblestone streets of Old Montreal to get a feel for the way things were in years gone by.  Don’t just walk through – walk in – go into the historic buildings, check out the inside furnishings, artwork and architecture.  Ask questions, look around – proprietors are more than happy to share stories about the historic buildings. 

 

No visit to Old Montreal would be complete without a tour of Notre Dame Basilica.  Built in 1656, Montreal’s oldest Catholic Church is a true historical gem known for its intricately designed interior with stained glass windows depicting the history of the city.  www.basiliquenddm.org/en/

 

 


Neighborhoods

 

Exploring the ethnically diverse neighborhoods of Montreal is one of the best ways to truly experience this international city.  Each has its own coffee shop, markets, chocolate shops, locally-owned boutiques and ethnically-diverse restaurants.

 

From downtown with its bustling business centers, underground city and urban nightlife, to the sights and sounds of Chinatown, to the artistic Plateau Mont-Royal, there is something for everyone’s taste.

 

Pick up the city bus route#55 in Old Montreal and travel through the heart of each neighborhood.  Hop off to explore the shops, restaurants and unique architecture of each quarter.  It’s the perfect inexpensive “hop on hop off” tour of the city.

 

Whatever the season, whatever your tastes, Montreal is an exciting destination!  For more ideas, visit www.tourism-montreal.org.

 

 

Terri is a freelance writer with regular columns on travel, chocolate and bar reviews. She is busy each month visiting new places to bring unique travel destinations and events to you. Yes, it is a sacrifice – but she is willing to do that for her readers! You can see more of Terri’s writing at www.examiner.com where she is the National Chocolate Examiner and at www.barzz.net. Also, check out her blog at www.trippingwithterri.com. You can contact Terri at terri.marshall60@gmail.com.