Sunday, June 7, 2026
Home Blog Page 837

December, 2012 – Dog Walkin’ Wellington A Puppy is Forever, not for Christmas!

Dog Walkin’ Wellington

 

 

A Puppy is Forever, not for Christmas!barbaraphillippi1

 

By Barbara Phillippi

My English friend, Jo, says that this month’s title is a popular annual British campaign, to discourage giving animals as holiday presents. I assume that most readers of this column are animal lovers, and agree with the pronouncement. But, just in case there is someone out there who might be swayed by “Please, Mom, c’mon, Dad, can I have a puppy, pleeeaase? I’ll take care of it, you know I will, you said I’m getting grown up, and need to have responsibility,” I’ll plunge ahead.
                                              
Last minute shopping is at fever pitch, and a holiday deadline rushes toward us, like the proverbial headlight in a tunnel. It’s the season when resolution softens, when we make excuses for buying stuff for our kids (or ourselves) that we wouldn’t consider purchasing at any other time of year.  “How Much is that Doggie in the Window?” is a cute, silly, song from the 1950’s, but it should never begin the discussion of adding a dog to the household. Experts warn that the gift of a puppy, or any living animal right now, is ill-advised. And beware of adds, “Accepting deposits now for Christmas puppies.”
Gina Spadafori, columnist for Veterinarypartner.com, says it so well: “Puppies are not toys. They are living, breathing (not to mention eating and urinating) beings who need a lot of attention. Who has time for a pup during the holidays, that stressful season of socializing and shopping? With a houseful of guests and a holiday dinner to prepare, who will make sure the puppy isn’t being mauled by overly enthusiastic children and guests? Who has time to get house-training started right?”
                                               
“Let’s back up a little and look at another Christmas reality. Many reputable breeders and shelters flat-out won’t cooperate with your Christmas puppy lust. Those sellers who have puppies for Christmas delivery are often motivated by money. Such breeders are not likely to cut into profits with pesky screening for genetic diseases, nor are they likely to care about the importance of socialization. These attitudes may cost both you and the dog dearly.”
 
 
 
 

 


                                        dog_box
Statistics confirm that about 95 percent of pet store animals come from the disgusting conditions of a “puppy mill,” where their parents are most likely still reproducing, in unthinkable conditions, to enrich folks unconcerned with the animals’ welfare.
           
If your children long for a pet, why not involve them in learning about animal needs, and responsibility? There are many worthy animal welfare organizations and facilities in South Florida, always in search of volunteers, perpetually raising money, and with a list of needed every day items that are in the financial reach of most of us. And the holidays would be a great time to honor your own dog, by helping another animal to be safe and comfortable.
(Check out our story about the Big Dog Ranch Rescue, located in Wellington, this month under “AW Spotlight”).
 
I’ve attached a list of local shelters – your family could choose one, call, ask what it needs: detergent, bleach, old blankets, towels? Extra leashes, collars, stainless steel bowls? How about that old dog crate in the attic or garage, and some newspapers, or paper towels?  Add a case or bag of dog food to your grocery cart, or go shopping for dog or cat toys. 
                                               
dog_food


Maybe the staff and volunteers at a shelter would like some home made cookies, or other recognition of very hard, and often unappreciated work. If there is, indeed, a pet in your future, ask about adoption, or fostering a dog, when the holiday madness is over. If you have a purebred dog, give the gift of money to that specific breed rescue, (yes, there is one for your preferred breed, no matter how obscure, easily GOOGLED.)
There are organizations that work to provide people with special needs with an appropriately-trained companion/assistant animal, and many ways to become involved with them. Assistance Dogs International, Inc. is a premier source of information about the 70 year old institution, Guide Dogs for the Blind, the successful prisoner training agenda, Dogs Behind Bars, and hearing-impaired assistance dogs are among the burgeoning number of service dog programs established in recent years, as human/canine interaction has been found beneficial for so many problems, including psychiatric therapy (including Veterans with PTSD) and social issues.
If assisting one of these organizations or efforts appeals to you, here’s a list of links, scroll down to the state listings, choose Florida:
 

 

 

 

 


                            **************
Here is a partial list of local Florida rescue organizations and shelters that would appreciate your holiday generosity, and seeing or hearing from you:

 

PetHarbor.com

 

For a terrific no-kill shelter right here in Wellington, visit the Big Dog Rescue Ranch website. Don’t forget that the Howlin’ Hoedown fundraiser is coming up on January 19th, 2012 at the Players’ Club to benefit BDRR.

 

                                                        ***************
However you celebrate the season, enjoy, be grateful, and keep your dog close.

 

                                               

 

holly


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

 

 

 

 

 

jackrussell-christmas1

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!”

December, 2012 – Teen Talk, Holding Fast to Holiday Moments

0

Teen Talk teen-talk

Holding Fast to Holiday Moments

 

By Madison Dalton

 

The morning frost softly kisses the bleak glass of my bedroom window.  The chilled December air that fights to trespass the wooden frame of the door wisps in traces of the nose-numbing scent of frigid evergreen as I wiggle my toes into my slippers and slide out of bed, my blanket still wrapped around me.

I tiptoe through the cluttered living room, choreographing my own version of the Nutcracker as I attempt to avoid crushing the gray lumps of sleeping relatives underfoot.  They are each laid out with the same strategic calculation one positions Block-It squares in order to fit in the room: I have a huge family, but my grandma has a small house.

I slip into the kitchen where the adults and youngest kids are already awake—the prior sipping coffee and whispering in hushed voices as to avoid rousing the others prematurely from their slumber, the latter giggling as loudly as the former would permit, in a devious attempt to wake their sleeping relatives.  For it is Christmas morning, Santa has come and gone, and the sooner all are awake, the sooner all presents can be ripped open.

In all honesty, I never believed in Santa Claus. Call it the plight of the hopelessly practical, call it Youngest Sibling Syndrome, call it a crime against childhood if you want, but the fact of the matter is a lack of Santa Claus never really bothered me. Because those mornings when you wake up with butterflies in your tummy (the good kind that politely swish the air around just enough to make you excited, not those obnoxious, overly-active ones that flutter so much as to make you feel sick) they’re magical somehow.  Magical, but for the silliest reasons when you think about it.  And that wouldn’t be a problem, except that when we get older we do think about it.  And then by the time we figure out Santa Claus doesn’t actually sneak down the chimney, eat our cookies, and leave presents each year, we turn into zealous cynics.

We start to worry about packing and planning family reunions.  We gossip about our annoying relatives and roll our eyes anytime they don’t word something the way we want them to.  Gift giving and wrapping becomes a stressful burden.  We go on post-holiday diet plans because we feel bad about all the cookies we ate.  We act as if only an exaggerated saint made Christmas—or any holiday for that matter—special.  As if real life can’t be magical simply because it is indeed real.

This is why I’m sort of happy I never really believed in any of the Christmas children’s fables. Because the story that makes Christmas truly special is so far from a fake toddler’s tale.

Appreciating the holidays isn’t matter of quietly sitting around as you grow deaf to the sleigh bells.  It’s about catching all of the beautiful melodies the song of the sleigh bells makes as it changes tune.

When I was little, I used to get so excited to open presents.  That was just the high-light of winter break for my toddler self, not because of all the new stuff I got (though that was admittedly a nice bonus) but because there was something genuinely special in the act of tearing the wrapping paper off a box. 

Then it was playing with my cousins—I mean, seriously, they’re like free friends.  Building snowmen, baking cookies, watching snowmen melt, eating cookies, sledding in the slush the snowman left, eating more cookies.

And as I grow older, I realize that I don’t really feel the need to do anything at all on Christmas day.  I don’t try to wake my cousins up anymore so that we can open presents or so that they can play with me. 

Don’t get me wrong: all those things are still fun.  But what’s more fun, is just sitting and talking with them.  Or laughing as I watch my younger cousins play.  Or listening as my grandpa tells his stories. Because those, those are the true Christmas miracles.  The people that surround us on Christmas day.  Just like they surround us every other day of the year.  They don’t go away.  Sure, every few years my grandma’s house gets one member smaller, my grandma herself passed away last year.  But every few years the house also gets one member bigger, and the world gets thousands of inhabitants huger and those inhabitants are what made the magic of the holidays always.  Even when we we’re too little to realize it.  And even when we let ourselves get a bit too old and start to forget.  

So eat your own cookies. Because Santa won’t do it for you and you’re too old to worry about the calories.  Leave your own gifts for the ones you love—and not the cheap kind either.  Not the kind that can be bought.  And savor the moments.  The tiny, small, insignificant smiles you leave on someone else’s face.  Because those moments, they’re all we have in the end.

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.

 

December, 2012 – Mommy Moments Calling all crafty moms and kids

0

Mommy Momentsmelanielewis_2012

 

Calling all crafty moms and kids

 

By Melanie Lewis

 

One of the first things that comes to mind about the holidays is how to fill the time productively during the winter break?  Be prepared for the age-old battle cry, “Mom, I don’t know what to do.” Making your own holiday decorations and gifts can be very rewarding and a lot of fun. 

 

wreathI’ve gathered some great ideas for holiday crafting.   In the decorations department, our family favorite is the giant 3D paper snowflake.  The instructions on the website: http://www.squidoo.com/make-paper-snowflakes, explains the details.  Gather your supplies for your Snowflake project:

  • Paper  (White, green, red, purple, old coloring book pages)
  • Scissors
  • Tape
  • Sticky Glue
  • Stapler
  • Kids
  • Hot Chocolate
  • Christmas Music

 

I like the additional supplies, hot cocoa and Christmas music, to keep you humming along.  There’s nothing like blasting Manheim Steamroller and jamming with the crafts.

 

The motherload of crafting ideas is on Pinterest.  The wreath pictured was one I found there.  Old sheet music or printed music found online is rolled and attached to a cardboard or wire backing.  It is beautiful in its simplicity.  And also makes a great gift to make for the music teacher or musician in the family.

 

Another medium to use is Sculpey Polymer Clay.  Going to the Sculpey site will get your juices flowing.  The crafts and nifty knick-knacks you can make with that material are incredible.

 

I hope I provided you with enough fun activities and ideas to escort you into the holiday spirit.  

 

Merry Hohoho,

 

 

Melanie

December, 2012 – Hurricane Sandy, Changing Runners into Champions

0

 

Travel with Territerrimarshallsm

 

Hurricane Sandy:  Changing runners into champions

By Terri Marshall, Photos courtesy of New York Runners in Support of Staten Island

 

 

 

My December column was supposed to be about the charming town of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania –  the “Christmas City”.  I was all set to visit in early November where I would be learning about the town’s history and bringing you the story of the Christmas spirit that lives on in that community.  All of that changed when the winds of Hurricane Sandy stormed into the Northeast leaving a path of unprecedented destruction in her wake.  My trip was canceled.

 

Destruction on Staten Island
Destruction on Staten Island

 

 

 

 

I live in New York City and like the other 8 million plus residents in the five boroughs of this massive city (not to mention Long Island and New Jersey residents) we prepared for the storm by making sure there were flashlights, batteries and candles in the apartment, cash in our pockets and gas in the car.   As a former Florida resident I had hurricane experience so I knew more than most about preparing for a storm.

As the city ground to a halt, closing businesses, discontinuing bus service and shutting down the subway system, we settled in for a quiet night at home.  Our apartment overlooks the Hudson River and from our vantage point above the river, we watched as buildings across the Hudson in New Jersey blackened from loss of power.  Brilliant displays of blue lights flashed beyond the George Washington Bridge rivaling a laser light show as transformers exploded.  But inside our safe haven, the lights only flickered. 

Once the storm passed, news starting coming in about the flooded tunnels where the subway has traveled for over 100 years – the reports were of “unprecedented damage.”   The Hudson River had swelled over the walls of lower Manhattan to meet the East River which had also risen to stretch its watery arms across the city.  Aided by the winds, a fire had ravaged over 100 homes in Queens’  Breezy Point community.  And on Staten Island, the damage was unimaginable.

In the midst of all the heartbreak and damage Sandy left in her wake, a controversy was brewing.  As flights resumed, runners from all over the world began arriving into the New York area.  Coming to test their endurance and training by running  the iconic New York City Marathon, these were people embarking on the race of a lifetime.  The marathon – always a celebration of the unity of all five boroughs of the city – was slated to start (as it always does) on Staten Island.  But how? 

How could runners go to Staten Island, line up for a race and run away from all the destruction behind them?  How could anyone ask the police to leave their posts in the storm ravaged neighborhoods to work crowd control for a race?  How could hundreds of generators be lined up in Central Park for media tents when thousands had no power?  Sure, continuing with the race would show how resilient New York City is in a crisis, but at what cost?

As Jeanne Meyer participated in an e-mail exchange with other marathoners

Erol organizes runners at the Staten Island Ferry terminal.
Erol organizes runners at the Staten Island Ferry terminal.

 preparing for the upcoming race, she felt the conflict within her heart.  She was looking forward to the race, but she was a New Yorker…and these were her neighbors.  Was it the right thing to do?  

It was during Jeanne’s e-mail exchange between other New York based marathoners that word came of the cancellation.   The e-mail discussion quickly shifted from plans for the race to plans for the day.  A conference call was organized and everyone agreed – there had to be something they could do to help.

Capitalizing on the skills, connections and strengths of each individual, Jeanne and her friends put together a plan that started with a Facebook page titled “New York Runners in Support of Staten Island.”  The page was set up late on Friday afternoon and by Saturday morning, it had received over 1,000 fans!

A Saturday morning meeting of the organizing runners yielded a plan to head to

Runners boarding the Staten Island Ferry to bring relief,
Runners boarding the Staten Island Ferry to bring relief.

 Staten Island on Sunday (marathon day) and use their long distance running skills to deliver supplies and information to those in desperate need.  Details of the plan were posted on Facebook and organizers hoped for a turnout of 300 or more runners.  On Sunday morning they were met with a sea of orange marathon t-shirts – over 1200 runners – ready to do whatever was needed to help!

 

Erol Sarikaya was among the organizers.  “I knew that we wanted to help, but how?” he says.  “This was a fluid situation with decisions being made as circumstances changed.  We had no idea what we would face when we arrived.”  Daniel Ifcher was also one of the group’s organizers.  “There was this amazing ground swell of commitment of time and energy among runners from all over the world,” he recalls.  “There was a group of women from the Netherlands who volunteered their time.  Ironically, they were dispatched to the area of Staten Island called New Dorf – translation, New Dutch!” 

Putting aside their disappointment of the cancellation of the race, the runners redirected their strength and endurance toward helping those who were hurting.  Runners were organized into teams with assignments of running varying distances – some as much as 14 miles – to delivery supplies and information.    Their backpacks were loaded with water and other basic supplies as well as information sheets from FEMA and even directions for voting in the upcoming presidential election.

“We were there before FEMA and the American Red Cross,” says Erol.  “We didn’t know what  we would encounter and often it was a matter of stopping and asking what someone needed.”  Some spent hours  moving water soaked furniture from homes.  Others assisted by ripping out saturated sheetrock from the walls.  For some, it was simply a matter of listening.  The  distraught residents needed to know someone cared about them, they needed to know they weren’t forgotten.

“It was the power of selflessness that impressed me most” says Erol.  “Looking back, I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything.” 

The commitment of the local runners has continued far beyond race day.  Each Sunday they meet at the Staten Island Ferry and offer their time and energy to the residents still needing so much.  On Thanksgiving, they were there serving meals in the community.  The Facebook page continues to be active (and growing) as others are joining in the relief efforts.

These runners will not receive the coveted New York City Marathon medal this year, but they are true champions.  The hope and support they have given to New Yorkers in need will endure far beyond 26.2 miles. 

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.

 

December, 2012 – Get Up and Do Something!

0

Dare To Dream

Get Up and Do Something

By D. Gatekeeper

Hello Dreamers!

This will be the final installment of the Dare To Dream Series. Thisreach-for-the-stars series was started to provide encouragement and give hope to all who dream. In today’s world, we seem to focus more on the negative aspects of humanity. However, if we are to continue to reach new heights in various fields, we must continue to strive for the best within ourselves and keep our humanity intact at the core. Through the power of dreaming, new ideas and concepts can flourish with imagination and creativity providing the necessary fuel.

You can transform your life and the world one dream at a time. This all starts with a thought. This thought must be married with action to take the first step. It might seem scary to venture forward without knowing all that you will encounter while on your journey. Remember to keep the end goal in sight and stay focused. Also, you must have some sort of support system in place if for no other reason but to encourage you to keep going and don’t give up. In anything you do, there will always be people who doubt, judge, joke, etc. Let your actions be your answer to all the naysayers. Passion, drive, and tenacity will keep you in the race until the finish line.

 

There is no time like the present to go and create the life you want. Create a game plan and implement each step as time permits. Before you know it, you will be well on your way to making your dreams come true.

 

“You cannot hope to build a better world without improving the individuals. To that end, each of us must work for our own improvement and, at the same time, share a general responsibility for all humanity.”

–Marie Curie

Afterthought: If you take only one thing away from this series, remember it’s never too late to get up and do something.  Always make time for yourself and Dream!!

Editor’s Note: Look for a new column on a new topic, beginning in January 2012 by D. Gatekeeper!

 

D. Gatekeeper is the curator of the blog State of Dreams. State of Dreams explores the universe of dreams and the power they contain. Through them we can imagine and create. State of Dreams will be coming soon. D. Gatekeeper can be reached at dgatekeeper@stateofdreams.com.  © 2012 State of Dreams.

December, 2012 – As I Was Saying: Christmas Eve in West Milford

0

As I Was SayingAlan Williamson

 

Christmas Eve in West Milford

 

By Alan Williamson

 

            It always snowed on Christmas Eve when I was growing up. Or at least that’s the way I remember it. Snow falling down. Relatives falling down. Snow letting up. Relatives getting up. Me, standing at the picture window, a little too entertained by the ice capades in the driveway as my aunts and uncles arrived and made the delicate journey to the front door.

            Some did better than others. My Uncle Allan, an athlete in his younger years, glided gracefully from car to house, steadying my Aunt Jean with his free hand. Uncle Sam, an avid golfer, had trouble with his short game in the poorly lit driveway, often taking up a big divot where his rump rammed into the ice. Par for the course for him, I’m afraid.

            They came from the suburbs and cities, my relatives, making the trek to the mountaintop home my dad called the Ponderosa and where my parents hosted Christmas Eve dinner each year. We lived in a rural New Jersey town called West Milford, about 40 miles northwest of New York City. To many in the family, it was a place to enjoy the fresh air and wide open spaces of the country. Or, on Christmas Eve, to squeeze into our cramped 1,000 square foot ranch house and hope that the deviled eggs my mother prepared wouldn’t trigger a man-made greenhouse effect of lethal gases.   

 

As tradition had it, the kids were allowed to open one present on Christmas Eve. It was your tough luck if that turned out to be socks or pajamas. Before you took a moment to sulk, you were expected to hold up the socks or pajamas, wave them excitedly in the air, and yell across the room, “Wow, thanks, grandma – they’re just what I wanted!”

The adults would exchange gifts, too, often relaying a colorful story to underscore the specialness of their selection.

“I stopped at six stores to find that snow globe,” someone would announce heroically. “They don’t make that one anymore.” Maybe that’s for a good reason, I would think.

Sometimes a hot new toy would grab the spotlight, like the year my brothers Bob and Jim got some Matchbox cars and a ten foot long strip of plastic racetrack. Again and again, they would perch their miniature cars at the top of the elevated plastic track and watch them scurry along on their predictable journey to the end of the coffee table. Though they are grown men now and would deny it vehemently, in the heat of their Matchbox mania they could be heard to yell things like “Wicked!” and “Wow – Cool!” and even “In your face, herk-a-merk!” (I have no memory of the origins of the term “herk-a-merk” but knowing the banter of brothers I have no doubt that it was meant to be hurtful.)

My Aunt Sue would often bring a date to the festivities. A Stan. Or a Glen. Or a Byron. There would be the inevitable whispered comparisons to the previous year’s date, with comments like “Glen’s no Stan,” or “When did she break up with Byron?” or (cruelly) “What a total herk-a-merk.”

 Surveying the proceedings from the sidelines were the revered elders of the tribe, Grandpa Herman from my mother’s side, and Grandma Bessie from my father’s side.

Grandpa Herman would sit silently for long stretches of time, sipping his Pabst Blue Ribbon and smiling softly at the commotion going on around him. Lulled by his Zen-like stillness, at some point in the evening I would slide into the next seat, greeting him with a casual, “How you doing, Grandpa?” In response, he would grab my knee in a vise-like grip, his eyes gleaming wickedly as he squeezed until all feeling left my leg and I lost consciousness.

“You’re his favorite, you know,” my mother would say later, after they revived me and packed my leg in ice.

“I know,” I’d say. “It’s when he stops crushing my knee caps that I’ll worry.”

Grandma Bessie was also content to watch from the periphery of things, a piece of pie or a slab of cake at her disposal. I’d slide into the seat next to her, hungry for her wisdom and inquisitive nature.

“Do you think your parents would mind if I took my girdle off?” she would ask me, shifting uneasily on her creaking folding chair.

“You mean right here?” I blurted.

“No, no. I meant in the bathroom.”

“I don’t think they’d care,” I ventured. “But there’s a line for the bathroom and the estimated waiting time is 35 minutes.”

“What if I do it behind the pile of coats in the bedroom?”

“Go for it,” I urged supportively. “I’ll save your seat.”

Actually, as I look back with nostalgia at those Christmas Eves of my boyhood, in my mind I’m still saving a seat for everyone. For Grandma Bessie and Grandpa Herman. For Aunt Sue. For Uncle Allan and Aunt Jean. For Uncle Bobby and Aunt Gail. For Aunt Shirley and Uncle Sam. For Aunt Janet. For Cousins Allan and Dawn. For Cousins Jenn and Diane. For my brothers Bob and Jim. And most of all, for my parents, Al and Marge, who made the West Milford Christmas Eves a holiday tradition that will warm my heart and burn bright in my memory for as long as I live.

And some day, when my turn comes again to open just one Christmas Eve present, I will hold my socks or pajamas high, wave them gleefully in the air, and yell with joy and gratitude…

“Wow, thanks everyone – it’s just what I wanted!”

 

Alan Williamson is an award-winning writer with 27 years in the field of true fiction (advertising). A practical man who knows that writing for a living is risky going, he has taken steps to pursue a second, more stable career as a leggy super model. Alan can be reached at alwilly@bellsouth.net.  © 2011 Alan Williamson.

 

December, 2012 – Cantankerously Yours Sixth Annual Scroogie Awards

0

Cantankerously Yourswendell-abern-cantank-yours

Sixth Annual Scroogie Awards

By Wendell Abern

Dear Holiday Revelers,

          Happy holidays to you all!

          Scroogies are awards I inaugurated in 2006, as an homage to my idol and favorite role model, Ebeneezer Scrooge.  This happens to be my favorite column to write all year, because I don’t feel constrained to be funny — merely nasty.

          I award Scroogies only to those who have proved themselves worthy through acts of inconsiderateness, boorishness, stupidity, arrogance, or any other trait that just plain rankles me and deserves my curmudgeonly wrath.

          And each year, I confront the same major problem:  hundreds of worthy candidates, limited space to include them all.  Following are this year’s very deserving winners:

          1 – Perennail Scroogie:  Lisa Jackson.

          Those of you who have read previous “Scroogie” columns will recognize the name of this prolific writer.  I have not only included her previously, but also made her the first permanent member of my Scroogie Hall of Fame.  In fact, Lisa Jackson is the only double winner in the short history of this award.

          Last year, she also won the much coveted “Chudspah”  Award.  (The classic Talmudic definition of chudspah:  a young man murders his mother and father, then throws himself at the mercy of the court on the grounds he’s an orphan.)

          I mention her yet again because it is unlikely anyone will ever infuriate me as much this world-famous author, who has penned more than 50 thrillers.

          I bought her nail-biter, “Born to Die,” and sat up until 3AM three nights in a row, bleary-eyed, riveted.  Could not get to the conclusion fast enought.  But there was no conclusion!

          Instead, in an epilog Ms. Jackson informs the readers that if they want to know what happens, they should buy her next book.

          2 – Whining Scroogie:  All professional athletes.

          In examining the salaries of these whining millionaires, the operative word is “more.”  They always want more.

          As I write this, the entire National Hockey League season is on hold.  Seems the owners of the teams and their vaunted players can’t get together on a lot of issues, including how to divide up more than three billion dollars in income.  Obviously, the players want more.

          Last year, the National Basketball Association season was also put on hold for several months and started late — because the players wanted more, more, more.  Sixteen games were cut from each team’s schedule. 

          In addition, the National Football League almost postponed or shortened its season, because the owners were proposing a lockout and players were demanding more.

          Today, the average salary of NBA players is 5.15 million dollars.  The minimum salary:  $473,604.  That’s the minimum.  Until, that is, those making this paltry sum start whining they want more.

          The average salary of Major League Baseball players comes next at a scant average salary of 3.31 million dollars.  MLB players have not struck for years.  One suspects they’d be too embarrassed.  Some of their biggest stars have been producing anemic statistics while holding multi-year contracts that average more than ten million dollars a year.  However, MLB players are easily manipulated by greedy sports agents; it’s just a matter of time before they start whining again.

          Average salaries of National Hockey League players come to only 2.4 million, but when the current negotiations have concluded, that will surely rise. 

And the lowly National Football League players average only 1.9 million dollars a year.  On the other hand, they play only sixteen games a year, so they average more than $100,000 per game. 

          We all know it is merely a matter of time before these professional kvetches start whining again.  For that reason, I am devoting an entire section of my Scroogie Hall of Fame to them.  I call it my “Whiner’s Wing.”  Long overdue.  After all, one must remember the importance of what these athletes do.

          They play a game.

          3 – Misnamed Scroogie:  Emergency Rooms.

          Several months ago, a bridge partner called me to cancel a game.

          “I’m shaking all over,” he said, “and I’ve got chills and a fever a little over 103.”

          “What!  Listen, I’m coming over and taking you to an emergency room!

Right now!”

          “Are you kidding?  That’s the last place I’d go!”

           I told several of my friends about this incident, and they agreed with my bridge partner!  Then I heard all kinds of tales involving broken legs and bleeding wounds, and waits of more than nine hours.

          Granted, I am crankier than most people, but there is something dramatically wrong with a health system when the last place someone wants to go with an emergency is an emergency room.

          Emergency room.  A glaring misnomer.  These sections of hospitals should be re-named “Waiting Rooms.”

          4 – Abuse of the word “service” Scroogie:  Netflix.

          The only surprising thing about this nominee is that they have not won a Scroogie previously.

          I thought this movies-through-the-mail provider had outdone itself last month, when they sent me a CD with a scratch covered up by Scotch tape.

           Last week, they topped this.  I received a disc cut in half!  I pulled two separate halves out of the envelope.  I thought of calling them, but they would only blame it on the post office.

                                                *        *        *

          I feel badly that I had to leave out so many deserving candidates, such as the Veteran’s Administration, where no one answers the phone, the Cleveland Clinic (ditto), and old, old, old woman who was driving down Pine Island last week at a blistering twelve miles an hour and not permitting me to pass her.  But, as Chicago Cubs fans always say … “Wait ’til next year.”

          Cantankerously Yours,

          Wendell Abern

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

 

 

December, 2012 – Cheddar’s Casual Café plus Best Burger Competition

The Florida Foodiesaucysarah

The New Kid on the Block: Cheddar’s Casual Café

By Saucy Sarah

 

Cheddar’s Casual Café has opened its doors in Wellington just in time for the holiday season. Cheddar’s is a chain restaurant, hailing from Texas, that boasts handmade food at budget-friendly prices. I was eager for the grand opening to arrive and have the chance to try out their menu; a collection of homespun family favorites, with a touch of Tex-Mex.

2012-11-02_18-50-33_8581The restaurant is a cozy combination of rich dark woods and stone. I was pleasantly surprised by the wide open main dining room and huge paddle fan lazily rotating over the bustling dinner crowd. The tables are made of real butcher block and there is a delightful lack of the typical “kitschy” collections of old Americana we see littering the walls at most local bar& grills.

There is something for everyone on Cheddar’s menu. A good way to2012-11-02_19-56-24_4831 begin is to order the plate of three hot buttered croissants ( $1.99). They arrive warm and fluffy with a light drizzle of gooey sugar icing. They are addictive, so be careful not to spoil your dinner! We also tried the Homemade Onion Rings ($4.50). Thin and crispy, they come with a Cajun and a ranch dipping sauce. I was delighted that the onion rings were not greasy at all. I also tried the house salad, just $1.99 with entrée purchase, with Cheddar’s famous homemade ranch dressing. The salad is filled with fresh vegetables and the ranch is creamy and tastes homemade.

2012-11-02_20-02-12_9151For our entrée’s, I tried the Rib & Shrimp combo platter ($13.59). The shrimp can be ordered fried or grilled, I opted for the fried. The shrimp was fried perfectly, a bit spicy, but not greasy at all and the cocktail sauce was fresh and a good complement. A half rack of nicely smoked ribs came with the shrimp. The BBQ sauce is sweet and tangy and they do a good job of not over-saucing the ribs. My companion had the Bacon Cheeseburger ($5.79). You have to tack on $1.99 if you want fries, or any side, they do not come with the meal. The burger was tasty, but we questioned if the patty was actually fresh and handmade or if it was frozen. When a restaurant’s mission is “from scratch” food, you do not want your customers wonder if that is really the case.

We were too full to try one of Cheddar’s tempting desserts, but I am2012-11-02_20-13-56_1441 looking forward to returning for a second visit and trying the Monster Cookie Sundae ($4.99). A chocolate chip cookie baked in a cast iron skillet and topped with ice cream and all the fixings. That doesn’t sound bad at all.

Cheddar’s cozy atmosphere and good food and great prices make it an idea place to take the whole family, and visiting holiday guests, without breaking the bank. I look forward to trying more of their menu on a second visit.

 

In her previous life, Sarah, a Palm Beach County Native, spent ten years working in various high-end eating establishments around South Florida. She is currently a fiction thesis candidate in the MFA program at Florida International University where she also teaches creative writing and rhetoric. If that is not enough, Sarah is also the owner of Cakes by Sarah, a local custom cake shop. Sarah lives in Lake Worth with her husband and two beautiful boys. “Food, fiction, and family are my life.”

*****

 

AroundWellingon.com Best Burger of the Palm Beaches!

Starting December 1st through January 20th you can vote for your favorite burger join in Palm Beach County. Try all the nominated restaurants and see which one reigns supreme! The top 5 burger joints will be announced in the February issue of AroundWellington.com.

To vote, please send an email to: editor@aroundwellington.com, subject “Best Burger” and please include your pick (from the choices below). You can also write-in a different restaurant. Only two votes per household please. Please include: 1) your name, 2) your email address and 3) your phone number … and one lucky winner, selected from a random drawing, will receive a special prize. Deadline to enter/vote is: January 20th.

Nominated Best Burger Restaurants:

·         Backstreet’s Bar & Grill: 12771 W. Forest Hill Blvd, Wellington, FL 33414

Phone: (561) 795-0100 Web: http://www.backstreetsbarandgrill.com/#

**A popular, friendly bar in the heart of Wellington with a “Cheers” (“everybody knows your name” type atmosphere). Sat. night is “Burger Night.” Choose from 5 famous burgers – best known for their Peter Lugar Cheese Burger.

 

·         Between the Bun: 1035 Gateway Boulevard #213  Boynton Beach, FL 33426

Phone: (561) 735-8820 Web: http://www.boyntonrestaurantbetweenthebun.com/

**Small, family-owned joint in Boynton makes cooked-to-order, handmade burgers on an open grill. Classic old-time burger.

 

·         Brass Ring Pub: 10998 Okeechobee Boulevard, Royal Palm Beach

Phone: (561) 296-4563  Web: brassringpub.net

**Open since 1986 this dive-bar serves hand formed burgers cooked over open flame, using lava rocks. Quintessential dive-bar burger.

 

·         Cheeburger Cheeburger: 460 South Rosemary Avenue  West Palm Beach, FL 33401

Phone: (561) 833-1997 Web: http://cheeburger.com/home2/index.asp

**100% all natural Angus beef patties. Customize your burger by choosing from three different sizes. The definition of a retro burger.

 

·         Cheesecake Factory: Several locations in PB county.

Web: www.thecheesecakefactory.com/

**This chain offer several unique and interesting burgers, including an exclusive Kobe beef burger that needs no toppings.

 

·         Chuck Burger Joint: 4665 PGA Boulevard  Palm Beach Gardens, FL 33418

Phone: (561) 629-5191  Web: midtownpga.com/dining/list-of-restaurants/chuck-burger-joint

**Chuck’s offers simple yet high-quality burgers and toppings in Palm Beach Gardens.

 

·         Hurricane Grill & Wings: Several Locations in PB county.

Web: hurricanewings.com/

**This chain restaurant serves tasty grilled burgers with a toasty bun.

 

·         Five Guys Burger and Fries: Several Locations in Palm Beach County.

Web: www.fiveguys.com/

**thin high-quality patties cooked to order on a griddle. The epitome of quality fast-food burgers.

 

·         Foster’s Grille: 11071 Southern Boulevard  Royal Palm Beach, FL 33411

Phone: (561) 333-6720 Web: www.fostersgrilleroyalpalmbeach.com/

**High quality char-burgers cooked to order, custom topping combinations.

 

·         Grease Burger Bar: 213 North Clematis Street  West Palm Beach, FL 33401

Phone: (561) 651-1075 Web: http://www.bigtimerestaurants.com/

**cutting-edge burgers on hip clematis street.

 

·         Lindburgers: 5776 Jog Road  Lake Worth, FL 33467

Phone: (561) 649-6761 Web: www.lindburgers.com/

**over 50 unique and interesting burgers to choose from.

 

·         Moran’s Italian Burger Bistro: 2107 10th Ave. North Lake Worth, FL

Phone: (561) 318-5048 Web: http://www.moranslakeworth.com/page/morans-home

**Build your own burger at this unique Italian burger joint.

 

·         Relish: 401 Northwood Road  West Palm Beach, FL 33407

Phone: (561) 629-5377 Web: http://relishburger.com/

**A dizzying array of ultra-fresh and innovative choices for your meat and toppings. Dedicated to unique and tasty burgers of all kinds!

 

·         The Office Restaurant: 201 East Atlantic Avenue  Delray Beach, FL 33444

Phone: (561) 276-3600 Web: www.theofficedelray.com/

**hip gastro-pub with organic burgers and interesting toppings.

November, 2012 – Friday Nights of Arts in Lake Worth

0

 Friday Nights of Arts in Lake Worth

Clay Glass Metal Stone Cooperative Gallery presents

Out of the Box

Opening Friday December 7, 6 PM to 10 PM

The Artists’ Gift Box

Opening, Friday December 21, 6-10 PM

 

  

 Clay Glass Metal Stone Gallery, a cooperative of thirty postcard_2local artists, is suggesting you buy your holiday gifts this year from local artists and craftspeople. Lake Worth is the town where artists create Museum Quality works that are sold in expensive galleries throughout the region and the country.  Shopping Lake Worth for one-of-a-kind gifts at affordable, direct from the artist, prices is a great way to satisfy your gift list and boost local economies.

 

Out of the Box allows the thirty artists of Clay Glass Metal purple_gallenuleStone Gallery to unveil new creations in time for the New Year.  On Friday, December 7, Lake Worth will fill with concierges from hotels and inns all over Palm Beach County.  The town will be rife with light and music. Artists will be featured throughout. Bistros will be serving specialty drinks for the occasion and the gallery will be serving holiday quaffs and delectable tidbits.  This is a chance for patrons of the arts and the crafts to purchase unique gifts not to be seen any where else in the region.  Events start at 6PM and last until the last customer falls asleep.

 

The Artists’ Gift Box  will take place on Friday, December 21 from 6-9 PM.  Artists may jump out of boxes or spring full blown from ceramic clamshells. Watch as unique gifts are made for you by glass spinners or wood turners. Artists will be on hand to wrap your purchases in ways only an artist can.  Glass fish, seashell trees, carved birds, woven baskets and your usual assortment of large mugs, bowls and sculptures of every position, adorn pedestals throughout the gallery.  End of the year nogs and bites will warm your cockles and tickle your taste buds.

 

All is in good fun as the town of Lake Worth takes its rightful place as the gathering spot for some of the best art, dance, theater, music and food in the region.

 

A wine tasting, courtesy of artist and wine broker Barbara Eden takes place at every opening.

Clay§Glass§Metal§Stone Cooperative Gallery is sponsored byship2 the Flamingo Clay Studio, a non-profit arts organization whose mission is to provide affordable studio and gallery space for three-dimensional artists.  The gallery is located at 605 Lake Avenue in downtown Lake Worth. Hours are Wednesday-Sunday, 1PM-9PM.  Gallery openings are the first and third Friday of each month from 6-9 PM.  For information call 561-588-8344 or visit blog CGMSGallery.blogspot.com.

 

 

November, 2012 – Horses to Make an Appearance at Story Time Event in Wellington

0

Horses to Make an Appearance at Story Time Event in Wellington 

It’s a first in the winter equestrian capital of the world – real, live horses visiting Scott’s Place barrier-free playground – and it’s designed to help young children develop a love of literacy. Beginning at 10 a.m. on Saturday, December 1st, two ponies will join Shelly LeConte, South Florida Coordinator of the Horse Tales Literacy Project, in the picnic area outside the Scotts Place playground as LeConte reads Little Black, a Pony by Walter Farley. Once the story is finished, each child will receive a goody bag and will have an opportunity to visit with the ponies. 

Story Time takes place at Scott’s Place barrier free playground, located at 12190 Forest Hill Boulevard, on the first Saturday of every month through May 2013. Participants are encouraged to enjoy this equestrian-inspired playground before and after the event. The park is designed with large play structures and ramps ensuring children and parents of all physical abilities can play together.

About the Horse Tales Literacy Project: Conceived in 1999 by Tim Farley, son of the late Walter Farley – author of the Black Stallion Series, and Mark Miller, creator and owner of the Arabian Nights Dinner Attraction, Horse Tales Literacy Project has reached over 600,000 children in the United States and Canada. This non-profit organization combines live horses with stories to spark the imagination of children and motivate them to experience the excitement of reading. For more information, visit www.horsetalesliteracy.org or contact Shelly LeConte at (561) 357-8729.

For information about other Wellington programs, events, activities, and updates, please visit www.wellingtonfl.gov or watch Channel 18 for the latest happenings.