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April, 2012 – Delaware: A small state with big discoveries

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Delaware:  A small state with big discoveries

 

By Terri Marshall

 

 

You should go to Delaware.  I can hear you say “Why?”  That is what I said – until I went.  In just three days in Delaware I played the slot machines, walked the aisles of Air Force Two, watched from an air traffic control tower as Air Force One practiced takeoffs and landings, felt the scars left behind by enemy fire in a World War II plane, visited a historic Quaker meeting house, toured a lightship, climbed a World War II fire tower, stood on top of an Army bunker, met an entrepreneur extraordinaire who had laws rewritten to open a winery, witnessed the production of unique craft beers, held bricks of gold worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, drank a shot from a bottle of rum that spent 300 plus years at the bottom of the ocean and met an Indian chief!  Yes, I said three days. 

 

The logical place to start your explorations would be in Delaware’s capital, Dover.  In 1787 Delaware became the “First State” when its delegates were the first to ratify the United States Constitution.  The document was signed at the Golden Fleece Tavern on Dover’s Public Square, later called “The Green”.  Today this is firststateThe First State Heritage Park and is Delaware’s first urban “park without boundaries”.   Guided tours are offered as well as many other events. 

  

 

Another interesting place is the historic Camden Friends Meeting House.  Built in 1805, this Quaker meeting house is still in service.  Adjacent to the historic building is the grave of John Hunn who was responsible for assisting thousands of fugitive slaves to freedom via the Underground Railroad during the Civil War.  John Hunn was the richest man in Delaware but lost all his possessions after being convicted and fined in 1848 by the U.S. District Court for assisting the slaves.

 

Just outside Dover Air Force Base, the Air Mobility Command Museum began in 1986 with a single aircraft previously rejected by other museums as being “beyond salvage”.  The museum’s Director, Mike Leister, rejected that label and today that C-47A aircraft stands immaculately restored complete with D-Day invasion stripes as it was when it served with the 61st Troop Carrier Squadron in World War II.  It is joined by an extensive collection of vintage planes, photographs, artifacts and memorabilia that reflect the evolution and history of Air Force aviation.  Each item from the largest aircraft to the smallest artifact is documented and painstakingly restored by volunteers – many retired military personnel. The museum also houses the recently retired Air Force Two used for transporting America’s First Ladies and other dignitaries.  Walking through the aircraft  I fully expected to run into Harrison Ford!  An onsite air traffic control tower provides an opportunity to listen in on air traffic in the area while watching aircraft take-off and land at Dover AFB.  With a little luck, you may experience an Air Force One sighting. 

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For nightlife in Dover, try your luck at Dover Downs Hotel & Casino.  Delaware’s leading casino hotel offers a variety of entertainment options including concerts, live harness racing, numerous dining options, a four diamond hotel, shopping, a luxurious spa and 24 hour gaming.  

 

Southern Delaware is a popular beach destination in the summer, but the area’s rich history and unique entrepreneurial culture give it year-round appeal.  As the First Town in the First State, the seaport of Lewes provides some of the richest history in the nation. Discovered by Henry Hudson on a voyage up the Delaware River in August, 1609, Lewes was first settled by the Dutch in 1631.  Here you will find the Lightship Overfalls – one of only 15 remaining lightships.  A lightship is essentially a floating lighthouse serving the same functions as a stationary lighthouse.  Manned by a military crew of 14 who were broken into three sections and worked on a rotation schedule of two weeks on, two weeks off, duty aboard was both lonely and dangerous. The danger stemmed from the lightship staying on station no matter how severe the weather.  The Lightship Overfalls has been completely restored to its original condition by volunteers with an average age of  70 – dubbed the “Dirty Hands Gang”! 

 

Built in 1941 to defend the port of Philadelphia, Fort Miles is a massive coastal fortification. Hike atop a bunker housing a massive cannon used during World War II. If you are feeling energetic, climb the stairs to the top of the fire tower for a view of the spectacular coastline. The top of the fire tower is a popular place for marriage proposals. The man writes “Will you marry me?” with twigs on the ground at the base of the tower before inviting his lady for a hike to the top.  Of course, he is risking rejection if his lady love is not a fan of stair climbing for diamonds!  

 

The Nanticoke Indians were in Delaware before it was Delaware. Today the history of this tribe is preserved in the Nanticoke Indian Museum. This place of discovery is filled with thousands of arrowheads, stones, pottery, axe hammers and other cultural artifacts. The tribe’s symbol is the turtle which was used to determine the cycles of the moons.  A turtle’s shell has 13 sections (or squares) representing the 13 full moons in each year and 28 notches around the edge representing the days of the moon cycles!  It seems we can learn a lot from the Indian tribal cultures. 

 

Further down the coast in Fenwick Island on the second floor of a pink building above a sea shell shop is the Discover Sea Shipwreck Museum. Dale Clifton, Jr., Director, says each time a ship sinks time stands still.  Dale has spent the past 30 years exploring these underwater time capsules!  This continuously evolving exhibit includes only 10% of his collection with the remaining 90% on loan to museums around the world.  I held gold bricks stamped by the King of Spain and viewed photographs perfectly developed from a camera which sank aboard the RMS Republic – the pride of the White Star Line prior to Titanic.  Dale’s collection includes 30 bottles of rum discovered in the wreckage of a fleet of Spanish ships which sank in 1733.  When the bottles were discovered in the 1990’s, 18 of them were still sealed and drinkable – worth around $20,000 each!  Testing proved these were not ordinary bottles of rum.  The rum was originally bottled for the British Navy and was pillaged from the British fleet by the Spanish prior to the sinking of the Spanish fleet.  When the rum was bottled in 1730,  the distillery lined the bottom of the bottles with coconut fiber, added 145-proof rum up to the base of the neck and filled the remaining space with water and two tablespoons of lime juice to prevent scurvy – hence the expression “he’s a limey”.   Dale offered (and we did not refuse) a shot of the rum – literally drinking a shot of history!

 

Speaking of spirits, when Peggy Raley decided to begin producing wines Delaware’s law prohibited the production and resale of alcohol.  Peggy drafted legislation and lobbied the Delaware General Assembly to create the Farm Winery legislation for the state.  The law passed in 1991 and Nassau Valley Vineyards opened in 1993 as the “First Winery in the First State”!  Peggy’s efforts paved the way for all other Delaware breweries and wineries.  Thank you, Peggy.  Nassau Valley Vineyards produces award winning wines from estate grown grapes along with other high quality fruit sourced from local and regional growers.  The onsite museum chronicles the 8,000 year-old history of wine.  Sample the fruit of the vine and enjoy a picnic on the pastoral grounds of the property.

 

nassauvalleywineryIf rum and wine are not enough for you, check out the Dogfish Head Craft Brewery in Milton.  Dogfish Head started out as the smallest commercial brewery in America brewing its first ale on three little kegs with propane burners underneath.  Today it is one of Delaware’s most popular brews. The creative brews developed by creative people with a very creative tree house on property for meetings is best understood by a tour of the brewery followed by samples of the brews.  Of course.  By the way, if the cows in Southern Delaware seem particularly happy you can thank Dogfish Head Brewery. The grains used in the brewing cycle are recycled and delivered to local farmers to be used as feed for cattle.  When the truck from Dogfish Head appears – the cows come running!

 

Where to stay?  In Dover, check out the new Hilton Garden Inn property. Its convenient location coupled with comfortable beds and all the amenities you need at a reasonable price makes it the perfect home base for your Dover explorations. 

 

In Southern Delaware, check out the Boardwalk Plaza Resort Hotel in Rehoboth Beach for Victorian beachfront accommodations coupled with unsurpassed customer service – a winning combination!

 

Go to and to plan your Delaware discovery! 

 

 

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. You can contact Terri at terri.marshall60@gmail.com.

April, 2012 – Love Moves

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Love Moves

By Jessica Small

 

Being a teen in today’s world is complicated. There is so much going on, all over the planet. Social media has made it easy for people to connect, and be a part of change on totally separate continents. At any given second, it seems as if a thousand people are trying to redefine society.

 

But when we focus on such global issues, we tend to lose sight of the pressing issues right here in Florida.

 

Many of the kids at my school, Wellington High, have started charity clubs. Even more people have dedicated their precious time and energy to volunteering in these groups. In a system that basically trains kids to focus on having the best HPA and highest SAT scores and the most money, that’s a pretty wonderful thing.

 

So this month, rather than talk about my own opinions, I’d like to focus on a very special individual.

 

I recently met with Valentina Ferreira, a junior in my high school, to talk about a club she started, called Love Moves. This club is aimed at basically loving anyone and everyone who needs it, regardless of who you are. And to Valentina, the victims of human trafficking needed to be shown some love.

 

“I have a big God and in my heart He has put big dreams. Everybody said I was thinking “too big”. That’s also how Love Moves kind of started,” Valentina said. “If I can’t join them, because my ideas are “too big”, let’s create a club where ideas can be as big as they want.”

Human trafficking is a $22 billion industry, with over 30 million victims a year. Of those, a shocking 17,500 are brought into the United States each year, Florida having the third highest instances in the nation. Sadly, 99% of the victims don’t get rescued.


“It’s not just sexual, involving girls. In Palm Beach Gardens, [human traffickers] rent out homes in nice neighborhoods. They bring in workers [like maids and cooks], and keep them there underpaid, overworked and abused. Then they transfer them from house to house against their will. Since there are a lot of [service jobs] in that area, being an area of wealth, people think it’s normal. Human trafficking is really all around us, we just don’t know it. So, hey, let’s look at what’s going on right here,” Valentina says.

 

To support this cause, Valentina and her club have decided to take action. On April 21, from 8 am to 1 pm in the Wellington High School bus loop, Love Moves will be holding a yard sale. Anyone can buy a spot in the yard sale to sell their own things. Spots are only $25, and you can keep the profit of what you sell, or donate it to Love Moves. Valentina has also made it easy for anyone to donate their things to be sold by volunteers on the day of the event. All of the proceeds go to the Freedom Safe House (a home for rescued victims) project – building it, furnishing it, having materials, and getting specialists to work with the victims once they come in.

 

“It’s not like were just looking for money. We’re saying ‘Please listen, and share! Spread the word.’ If more people know, it’s not that easy to get away with,” says Valentina.

 

So, my message to you is this: take a look at the world around you. Chances are there are problems occurring really close to home, that you overlook everyday. We can all dedicate a few hours a month, or a few dollars to making a difference. And we should. If not for ourselves, do it for the upcoming generations who are trying so desperately to stabilize a future in this ever-changing society.

 

For more information about human trafficking and Valentina’s fundraiser, you can email her at valentinaf94@gmail.com or contact her through Facebook by visiting http://www.facebook.com/pages/Love-Moves-yard-sale/283209118412497.

 

Jessica Small is a junior at Wellington High School. She is the Sports Editor of the school’s online publication, whswave.com. She is enrolled in rigorous courses at WHS and aspires to study journalism and business in college. She is involved in her high school dance team and is president of ThinkPinkKids.

April, 2012 – Democracy

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Democracy

By Langston Hughes

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.

Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.

April, 2012 – We Interrupt This Program. . .

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Alan WilliamsonAs I Was Saying

We Interrupt This Program. . .

By Alan Williamson

 

           

          Before you get the wrong idea, let me get my cards out on the table: I’m not one of those TV snobs who claim to only watch the news and public broadcasting. The truth is, before I downgraded my TV service to basic cable a couple of years ago, my curiosity about “what else is on” was usually limited to random searches for basketball games, Seinfeld reruns, and intellectually stimulating biographical profiles like the E True Hollywood Story entitled “Yasmin Bleeth: The Curse of the Baywatch Bombshells.”

          But if television is a vast wasteland, basic cable television is a tiny, repulsive crawlspace where beastly, odious things lie in wait, hoping to jump out and plant their grubby stain on your unguarded consciousness. Marathon city commission meetings on storm drainage and street signage, pretentious book readings by gasbag authors with bad haircuts, shopping channel shows hosted by scaly reptilian creatures selling hydrating body lotion – these are the meager provisions that pass for quality programming in basic cable’s desolate domain . . .

         

. . . Wow! How about that? Hi, everybody, I’m Jordan Chandler your PBS pledge drive host. We’ve been enjoying a column by Alan Williamson, a humor writer who really gives voice to the human dilemmas of everyday life. His comic musings about basic cable are intensely personal and yet really strike a nerve with so many, many of our viewers. I don’t know about you, but I can’t get enough of Alan’s shameless clowning, warped wisdom and wonderful wordplay. Imagine what the world would be like without the uplifting, comic relief of Alan’s observations about life in all its live-and-learn, give-and-take, yin-and-yang splendor. It would be a dark place indeed, I think you’ll agree.

            Unfortunately, without support from viewers like yourself, programs like this will not be there to offer soothing relief at the end of your hectic day. Funding to the arts has seen drastic cuts in recent years and many of our corporate sponsors have suspended their financial contributions. If you like seeing Alan’s column read live on your local PBS station, it’s up to you to get up right now, grab that phone and call in a pledge of support.

            With a pledge of $100, we will send you a brand new CD entitled “Alan Williamson at Border’s Books: A Live Reading of His Columns.” This CD isn’t available in stores or online, but it’s all yours with a $100 pledge. Call in with a pledge of $200 or more and we’ll send you a special limited release DVD entitled “Alan Williamson at Border’s Books: A Live Reading of His Columns With a British Accent.” I’ve seen this DVD and I’ve got to tell you, it’s absolutely hysterical hearing and seeing Alan reading some of his most popular columns while using a British accent. It’s kind of a cross between Masterpiece Theatre and A Night at the Improv.

            Joining us live in our PBS studio right now is the man himself, Alan Williamson. Alan, thank you for stopping by to talk with our viewers.

            It’s my pleasure, Jordan. Glad to be here.

          Alan, what has being on PBS meant to you?

          Wow, what hasn’t it meant? It’s the difference between reading my column to a couple dozen people on a Tuesday night at my local Border’s Books, to reading it in front of a TV audience of tens of thousands of people across the country.

          How has that changed your life?

            I’m able to buy premium brands of lunch meats at the deli, mostly Boar’s Head. Also, people come up to me all the time now and say, “Hey, aren’t you that guy who was on PBS last night?” I tell them I am and then they say, “Could you sing at my daughter’s wedding, Mr. Bublé?”

          That’s terrific! What’s your favorite PBS show?

            Anything that has the words “Live at the Greek” in it. Josh Groban: Live at the Greek, Il Divo: Live at the Greek, Fergie: Live at the Greek. It’s all good.

          What would you like to say to our viewers about the importance of supporting public broadcasting?

          A couple of years ago, I had hit rock bottom. Basic cable had sucked the soul out of me. Just when my hopes for intelligent life in the TV universe had flickered and faded, I discovered one night that I had not one, not two, but three public broadcasting stations at my command. Suddenly there was wonder in the wilderness – an oasis of art, science, culture and inspiration waiting to enrich my barren mind. Andrea Bocelli: Under The Desert Sky; James Taylor: One Man Band; American Soundtrack: Doo Wop’s Greatest Hits; Carreras, Domingo and Pavarotti in Concert; This Old House; Ken Burns’ History of Baseball; Roy Orbison: A Black & White Night. Every evening was like an all-you-can eat buffet at a gourmet restaurant of entertainment. Let’s all do our part to make sure that the feast of public broadcasting continues. For me, for you, for your children, and for your children’s children’s children. Thank you. God bless. Night now.

          Thank you, Alan, for that heartfelt plea. I know those phones will be ringing shortly. Now, let’s get back to our program already in progress – “Carrie Underwood: Live at the Greek.” See you in three minutes everyone!

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.

April, 2012 – An Open Letter to George Clooney

Wendell AbernCantankerously Yours

 

An Open Letter to George Clooney

 

By Wendell Abern

 

Dear Mr. Clooney,

 

          I have some good news and some bad news for you.

          I will start with the bad news, since I can be quite succinct:  I may likely replace you as a selectee on this year’s list of the world’s 100 most beautiful people.

          Since People Magazine first compiled this list eighteen years ago, I have been summarily snubbed each year – an oversight I consider heinous and criminal.

          This year, however, my outstanding credentials can no longer be ignored.  Please observe the accompanying photograph.  (Editor’s Note: The photo has been inserted at a larger size this month, so you can appreciate a face you will not forget). Note that my hemi-facial tic has now created a droop to one side of my mouth, resulting in an asymmetrical rakishness; clearly, the likes of Halle Berry and Jennifer Lopez will consider this irresistible.

          Unseen, but unequalled, are my back and shoulders, which boast a mature character no peaches-and-cream complexion could match:  I have sprouted so many warts, welts and liver spots that every Dalmatian in the county wants to mate with me.  Also invisible, but enticing:  my love handles have reached the size of elephant ears.

          Needless to say, George, you are in deep trouble here.  I suggest you prepare yourself emotionally to be bumped.

          As for the good news, you needn’t worry about me entering the acting profession.

          I recently took a role in the play, “Murder in the Cathedral,” T.S. Eliot’s famous take on ugly Twelfth Century English political juggling and back-stabbing (much of which sounds eerily like the shenanigans going on in our current presidential campaign). 

I thought if news reached you that I was engaging in my first acting experience, you might start quaking.  But fear not, Mr. C.  I had a small part in a staged reading of the drama, which was performed only twice at two different cathedrals.  (Actually, it was a full production with actors on book.)  I played one of Thomas a Becket’s tempters.

          The lead, a superb professional named Todd Caster, memorized his entire role, and played it so well I doubt you could have matched it.  Another of Becket’s tempters, a beautiful professional and Carbonell Award winner, Nina Baeza, also memorized her role – and she had twice as many lines as I did.

          At the first read-through, I thought … if Todd can memorize three entire acts and Nina can memorize three pages, I should be able to memorize three paragraphs.

          I started slowly, deciding to master only my opening line for the first rehearsal:  “I am an unexpected visitor.”  Concentrating so hard on these five simple words – IamanunexpectedvisitorIamanunexpectedvisitor – I almost missed my cue and tripped when I came onstage and blurted out,

“I am an unexpected klutz.”

          Todd looked at me and tried to say his next lines with a straight face.  He very generously dismissed my mistake as a typical faux pas due to inexperience.

          I’m not sure why, but learning my lines became somewhat of an obsession.  I recited them while driving; mumbled them to myself while shopping (eliciting many stares); delivered them to my mirror while shaving.

          One day, while dusting, I was so deep into my role that when the phone rang, I picked it up and shouted, “I am a country-keeping lord who minds his own business!”

          Long pause.  Very long pause.  Finally, a timid, “Dad?”  Amy.  My daughter.  My kids call from Chicago a few times a week.

          I had told my kids about the play, and thought Amy understood I had simply been rehearsing by myself.  Until five minutes later, when my son called.

          “Dad,” Joel said with no preliminaries, “are you okay?

          I explained again.  I was sure my kids had been mollified.  However, since then, one of them calls every single day.  

          Eventually, I gradually learned most of my lines and seemed to be doing well until we moved into the blocking phase of rehearsals.

          Marge Lyons, our canny director, worked out a simple routine for my role, one in which Todd and I sort of circled each other while delivering our lines.  I felt the action worked very well, kind of like a Medieval dance.

          Later, Todd took me aside and said very politely, “Look, I know you’re new at this, but it’s kind of hard for me to move around when you’re standing on my toes.”

          By the time of our first performance, I knew my lines well and the play went over very well.

          Then we moved to our second venue at another cathedral.  On the day of our second (and last) performance, I stood backstage while our sound technician hooked up my microphone, silently going over my lines.

          The play would start in a few minutes.  The sanctuary was filling up.  We all talked very quietly. 

I sat down next to another tempter and started kidding him, telling him his shirt wasn’t black enough.  (We had to wear black shirts and pants, black shoes and socks underneath the white robes we were about to don.)

          Suddenly, the audience started laughing.  We all looked around, curious, when Marge came racing in and said, “Your mikes are on!  Your mikes are on!  They’re laughing because they all heard Wendell saying he feels like a greeter in a funeral parlor!”

          Well, Georgie old boy, you’ll be happy to know the performance went well in spite of me.  I did not forget one line.  In fact, to this day, the words still haunt me.

          But I’m sure you’ll be very gruntled to learn I have no aspirations in the acting world. 

          However, you have been forewarned about the People Magazine “most beautiful people” issue.  I fully expect to be contacted for a photo op any day now.

          Cantankerously Yours,

 

          Wendell Abern

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

April, 2012 – The Importance of Self Expression

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Dare To Dream

The Importance of Self Expression

By D. Gatekeeper

Hello Dreamers!

I recently came across an article that subject matter dealt with arts and humanities in colleges and universities. The debate in question was if the arts and humanities served a direct purpose to certain curriculums and degrees offered in schools today. This led me to think about what I hear constantly in the news and communities alike.

With budgets being cut and funds being redirected, some feel arts and humanities can be scaled down or removed altogether within schools and communities. In many cases however, great potential has been displayed time and again for those who study within the arts and humanities fields. It encourages self expression and the ability to relate to each other as humans on a basic level. I believe this to be a basic need that all human beings crave. (Even if we are not always conscious of it, there are direct and indirect benefits.)

Self expression is the vivid color that makes our world alive. It powers our creativity and allows us to roam and discover things within ourselves and our surroundings. We can then imagine and dream of an array of people places and things and we interact with them. If we did not dream and continually imagine and create things, life would be dull and lacking in the excitement and newness area. That’s a life I would certainly not like to be a part of not one bit.

 

Afterthought:  We must always be appreciative of our ability to create and dream. Through them we are able to communicate and connect to others on basic levels of humanity. We must also foster environments that development and challenge these abilities. If we don’t, we run the risk of losing programs and activities in our schools and communities. This directly leaves us inept to express ourselves properly and lessons our quality of life in the long run. What have you done to be a champion of arts/culture and humanities in your school or community?

We are always looking to profile people making a difference and making dreams come true for themselves and others. Please submit stories (for possible use) to nomad4lifex@yahoo.com.

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 premiere in summer 2012. D. Gatekeeper can be reached at dgatekeeper@stateofdreams.com.  © 2012 State of Dreams.

April, 2012 – The Lorax & The Environmental Message

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Jathy GarciaLiving Green

The Lorax & The Environmental Message

By: Jathynia Garcia

“Your Plumber in a Skirt”

Who doesn’t love Dr. Seuss & his magical books of rhythm & rhyme. They are engaging for children & adults as well as enticing with their colorful eye-catching illustrations. But have we thought about the deeper meaning behind the stories such as the powerful message about the environment in The Lorax Movie (produced by Universal Studios)? The film topped the North American box office with $17.53 million on its opening day (Friday, March 2, 2012).

In a nutshell, The Lorax (the current 2012 movie) is about a 12-year-old boy who searches for the one thing that will enable him to win the affection of the girl of his dreams. To find it he must discover the story of the Lorax, the grumpy yet charming creature who fights to protect his world. At the end of the story,lorax what began as Ted’s desire to impress Audrey becomes an inspiration by the Once-ler’s gift of the last Truffula Seed to plant it to remind his town of the importance of nature.  It’s a fun-filled movie with an enviromentally sustainable message for our youth and for ourselves.

Originally when the book was written in 1971 it was during a time when the U.S. was dealing with the backlash of the 1960’s environmental movement. Most notably, trees in the Pacific Northwest were being cut down at an alarming rate by logging companies. So you can imagine how unhappy these companies were to hear that good old Dr. Seuss had written a story about deforestation.  In fact, a lot of people were upset about The Lorax

 Here are a few interesting facts about it (thanks to greenopolis.com):

1.                              It was banned in some schools and libraries that have timber-rich industries.

2.                              In 1989 the Laytonville, CA Unified School District tried to ban the book because they said it criminalizes the foresting industry.

3.                              Several timber industry groups sponsored the creation of a book called The Truax in rebuttal to the book.  It was written to help kids understand the importance of harvesting trees.

4.                              The line, “I hear things are just as bad up in Lake Erie” was removed more than fourteen years after the story was published after two research associates from the Ohio Sea Grant Program wrote to Seuss about the clean-up of Lake Erie. 

 Okay, I understand why the logging industry was upset about the book, but to the point where they banned it was a little excessive.  It’s a great Dr. Seuss story & makes us aware of our environment & the ecological factors that occur from cutting down trees!  In my opinion The Lorax should be required reading for all children in school.  When you look beyond the rhymes and the pretty pictures you realize that the story teaches children about conservation, respect for the environment and love of all living creatures.  That’s something that every human being, regardless of age, should consider.http://hi-techplumbing.com/Going-Green.htm

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April, 2012 – Let’s Talk About Older Dogs

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Let’s talk about older dogs

 

By Barbara Phillippi

 

Today, I took a fond, long look at my elderly Jack Russell Terrier, “Woody,” who will be 15 in May. What happened to that lightning-fast boy, with the bright, ginger colored points, the dog who greeted customers at the shop door, outwitted woodchucks, treed raccoons, and chased the cows, in the lane across the road?woody_young2

 

I glanced over my shoulder as he padded slowly down the hall behind me, ever vigilant, still convinced that I might disappear into the bathroom, and never return. He has never failed to accompany me as I move from room to room in the house, and, as usual, he sits beside me while I’m, well, occupied – he has my undivided attention at last. I scratch his head, bright color now faded, take a tissue to wipe some moisture from the corner of his eye.

Surely, more than a few readers are also aware that their beloved dog’s years are piling up, are wonderingwoody_2011 when they’ll spot signs of pain, notice dimming eyesight, and the day that the dog just didn’t hear that whistle, or call to their side.

What do we need to know about our aging canines? How old are they, really, in “dog years?”

       Notice that the old saying, “one human is seven dog years,” isn’t really copy-of-dog_age_chartaccurate. And dog size and breeding complicate the accuracy of statistics. Mutts tend to live longest, having come from a diverse gene pool, and small dogs usually have longer life expectancy. Mark Stickney, DVM, director of General Surgery Services at Texas A&M University College of Veterinary Medicine and Biomedical Sciences, says that although it’s not unusual to see a 17-year-old miniature poodle, a 12-year-old Labrador retriever is considered old, and any dog in the giant breeds — dogs weighing more than 100 pounds, is considered geriatric at 6-7 years. “Generally speaking, the larger your dog is, the less time it will live,” Stickney says.

     Sadly, faithful older animals, who have known love and a home environment, often wind up at animal shelters, through no fault of their own.

     “Older dogs lose their homes for many different reasons….most of them having nothing to do with problems the dog has, but rather with those of the person or family surrendering the dog. Many folks think dogs who end up at shelters or in rescue are all genetically and behaviorally inferior. But, it is not uncommon for very expensive, well-bred, well-trained dogs to outlive their usefulness, or novelty, with folks who bought them on impulse, and no longer want to take responsibility for them.”

      “Other reasons older dogs become homeless: death of a guardian….not enough time for the dog…… change in work schedule….. new baby…..need to move to a place where dogs are not allowed…. kids going off to college…. allergies…. change in ‘lifestyle’…. prospective spouse doesn’t like dogs,” according to The Senior Dogs Project, http://www.srdogs.com/index.html

     People looking for an adoptable dog ask to see puppies, and dogs up to three years of age. Veterinarians know that four-year-old dogs are not “geriatric,” but with every year past age three, shelters find them increasingly harder to place.

      “The ultimate barrier is at age five. Once an animal turns five, it is nearly impossible to place quickly. And, if turned into a shelter, is almost certainly guaranteed a quick euthanization. Most shelters are so overcrowded, the only practical solution for them is to destroy the ‘unadoptable’ animals.” — Notes from Dachshund Rescue.

      I visited Big Dog Ranch Rescue in Wellington, the largest no-kill shelter in South Florida, and spoke with Christina Wood about the older dog population at that facility.

      “About 20% of our shelter population (around 120 dogs) fit the category,” she says. “Most of our animals average two months here before adoption, but the older dogs, who really need to be out of here, have a harder time.” She did mention Hank, a 15-yr-old Springer Spaniel, who found his forever home after several years at the shelter. “A guy came in one day, and that was it,” she smiles.

     Peggy Adams and PB County Animal Care and Control Shelters have programs that encourage the adoption of senior animals by senior citizens, often lowering, or even eliminating, adoption costs for seniors. Big Dog Ranch Rescue doesn’t have such an agenda in place at the present time, but “we probably should,” says Christina. She believes that senior citizens and older dogs are a perfect combination. “And we do have a foster program, which encourages people to take these animals out of the shelter environment.” The older animals are healthy, know the ropes, and gratefully adjust to a new routine in a new home. Sometimes, fostering results in permanent adoption.

     Christina shows me a few of the older residents of the shelter, most of whom have been there longer than she’d like. They’re healthy, seasoned, and ready to go. Each has its own appeal; I’d like to take them all home, of course. I return to a small, Yellow Lab type named Leslie. Her tail never stops, she begs the question, “Why not me? I’m just perfect!”

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I promise Leslie that I’ll put her picture in my column. She’s on the Big Dog Rescue Ranch website, http://www.bdrr.org/

      Many senior citizens are unable, for one reason or another, to access the internet. If you are, or know, an older individual who might benefit from the company of a gentle, faithful, housemate, please encourage them to visit Big Dog Ranch Rescue, or another shelter facility.

     Christina wants me to emphasize that the “BIG DOG” part of the shelter name shouldn’t discourage potential adopters and foster prospects from checking out the facility and its tenants. “We have many small dogs too, on a regular basis.” At first, we were just big dogs, but now, we have all types.”

     The vet says that my old dog, Woody, is basically in great shape, some arthritis, a little heart murmur (he’s had that for years), he doesn’t have the really sharp vision that the younger dogs do, and he’s almost deaf. But because these conditions usually advance slowly, dogs adjust pretty well.

Woody is slim and trim, a factor that his vet says plays a big part in healthy longevity for dogs.
      When I snap on the leash, to take him out, he know why, gets his “business” done right away, no sniffing around and hunting the lizards. At bedtime, I say, “nite-nite,” and he enters his crate by my bed, and lies quietly ’til morning. Today, he played toy “tug of war” with one of my other terriers, but he’s increasingly happy to leave the noisy, frenetic activities of his housemates, and enjoy less stressful activity.

     When the sun shines this afternoon, I’ll let Woody lie in the grass for awhile, and take him for a short walk. I’m a senior citizen too, and he doesn’t tow me down the street, like Gracie and Buck do. We’ll meet a neighbor’s dog, without the drama; he’ll enjoy a pat on the head from the little boy in the stroller, and he won’t try to chase that squirrel on the fence. Yes, we seniors know, and enjoy each other very much. 

    If you’re thinking about adding a canine companion to your household, please consider that older dog; it could be the love match of a lifetime.

 

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

 

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!”

April, 2012 – Act of Valor, a Few Notes

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Act of Valor

 

By Danny Smith

 

Act of Valor, a film directed by Mike McCoy and Scott Waugh, focuses on a group of Navy SEALs going through dangerous missions in order to rescue a kidnapped CIA agent.

 

I interviewed James S., a freshman at Palm Beach State College, who recently watched the movie. He had this to say about it.

 

“Act of Valor was a story about Navy SEALs acted by actual Navy SEALs.  It was an unfiltered version of the generic war movie. It was similar to the Hurt Locker in its uncensored violence.  This movie takes realism into account more so than movies such as Windtalkers, Flags of Our Fathers, and Pearl Harbor.”

 

“The acting wasn’t the quality of top actors like Tom Cruise, Leo DiCaprio, or George Clooney. It’s narrated by the main character who’s reading a letter written for his best friend’s son by his best friend”.

 

“Cristo and Abu Shabal were the main antagonists. Cristo is a Russian drug lord and Abu Shabal is an Islamic Fundamentalist. The group of Navy SEALs perform a few missions and eventually confront Cristo and Shabal and bring them to justice.”

 

“The movie is a lot more complicated than people would assume” says James S.  “There are very well choreographed fight scenes and military tactics.” 

 

          Overall, my interviewee found the film to be entertaining andact-of-valor action-packed, but he noted that it seemed lacking in the drama of casualties in war that an audience wants to see.

 

Real-life SEALs, while realistic in the aspect of being elite and nameless, need to have emotion and depth too. An audience wants to connect with the good guys and have a reason to hate the bad guys. The viewer felt an experienced actor could have better portrayed the Navy SEALs drama than what came across as performed by the SEALs themselves.

 

One sort of realism trades for another, leaving the directors (who call themselves The Bandito Brothers) stuck between 1) crowd-pleasing drama that is sometimes considered unrealistic and other times considered the “true realism” or 2) focusing on the action and combat aspect of combat and how soldiers who have their heads in the game wage war, but could seem shallow or uncharismatic to certain audiences.

 

          As far as any disparities in acting, every actor was a true Navy SEAL, which warrants them some serious credit as being their own stunt double and still putting up a decent and believable performance.  James S. said he did enjoy the film and would recommend it to anyone who likes ‘that kind of movie’.

 

Danny Smith is a member of the Journalism and Literary Class “Lit Mag” at Wellington High School where he is a junior. He is a member of the National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta the national math honor society. He has diverse interests, including being a cartoonist and an experienced guitarist.

April, 2012 – Guanabanas, a Case for – and a Place for the Ladies who Lunch

The Florida Foodie:

A Case for The Ladies who Lunch

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Saucy Sarah

by Saucy Sarah

Ladies who Lunch. Wikipedia definition: “a phrase to describe slim, well-off, old-monied, well-dressed women who meet for social luncheons, usually during the working week. Typically, the women involved are married and non-working. Normally the lunch is in a high-class restaurant, but could also take place in a department store during a shopping trip. Sometimes the lunch takes place under the pretext of raising money for charity. Oftentimes, the women simply gossip about trivial and frivolous things.”

This concept is certainly a throwback to a different time and mentality. Nowadays, most women work and raise a family and have no time during the hectic workweek to take the time to lounge around a lavish spread with other ladies, sipping martinis at noon without a care in the world…Unless you are part of the 1% have the luxury of lunching.

As a working mom, myself, you may ask then, why am I here to make a case for bringing back the idea of “Ladies who Lunch”? I’m not saying I want to push the women’s rights movement back fifty years or so and have us tiddling away the weekday afternoon hours sipping on cosmos or mojitos before dashing off to pick up the kids from school. What I envision is a revitalization of a lost art. The idea of women coming together to de-stress and make connections through sharing an afternoon meal together.

We cannot deny the fact that we women like to go out together. The popularity of the “mom’s night out” or “girl’s weekend away” proves that women these days like to spend time together sans the man. I am a big proponent of the medicinal benefits of regular outings with just the gals. It is a delicious stress reliever to spend a few hours with the girls, good food, good gossip, and good drinks. It makes me a better mom, a better wife, and all-around better human to have a few hours of bonding time with my favorite female friends. This idea of women going out en mass is so wildly popular right now that I recently saw a Simpsons episode commenting on the growing trend of girl’s going out to blow off some steam together. It’s the way the “Y-chromosomed” bond.

Perfectly fried Coconut Shrimp at Guananbanas; the ideal appetizer for Ladies who Lunch.
Perfectly fried Coconut Shrimp at Guananbanas; the ideal appetizer for Ladies who Lunch.

 

 

Why Lunch, you ask? Well it all began with a day at the beach with my all girl crew. We went to lunch and then to the beach. It was something we had never done in the many years of “girl’s night outs” we had shared together. As we were sunbathing, my friend turned to me and from under the brim of her sunhat remarked on how extra special it felt to be out during the day while the kids were still awake, how going out at night, after the kids were already sleeping seemed to defeat the purpose. “It’s not really a break if they are sleeping, is it?” she asked, “And how nice is it to come home and have them already tucked into bed?” And it made sense to me. Going out while the sun was still shining and the kids were still rising hell somewhere far off did make the whole event more tantalizing. It was like a day off or a “daycation” as we began to call them. Sure, this would be the extreme end of the spectrum of “lunching”, but that’s the magic that can happen when lunch comes into play. This is how I got to thinking of lunch as more than just a mid-day meal; something we tend to have thrown through our driver side window and then proceed to push down our throats as we dart around town.

Lunch was the height of both men and women’s social circles from the roaring twenties up till the brink of the sixties. Men had five-martini  power lunches where they brokered big deals in cigar-choked clubs over fat steaks and creamed spinach. But, the art of Lunching bloomed in the social circles of the better-off women. From the elaborate outfits women wore – right down to how they chewed their chicken salad sandwiches and sipped their Tom Collins, the art of the Ladies who Lunch was a spectacular anthropological realm of discovery of all the wonderful and mysterious ways women interacted with one another. If there was a Ladies who Lunch channel, I would be the first to watch it.

What could be better than going out for lunch with your best gal pals? There are many reasons why lunch is an idea outing for a group of ladies. Usually, lunch is less crowded than a dinner shift which allows for less wait. The establishment can usually accommodate a larger party with more ease during the afternoon. Also, you cannot beat the South Florida weather and there are endless options for dining alfresco under the Florida Sun with an icy mimosa in hand. Lunch also gives you more time. You don’t have to worry about going to bed to get up early the next morning for that important appointment. There is time to shop, to take a drive, to go to the beach and bake under the sun for a few hours. Lunch gives you permission to relax like dinner can never offer you. Lunch makes you more comfortable for it only demands you wear that breezy new sundress or those blousy linen pants. Lunch just might be as ideal as it gets for a “girl’s day off”.

On a recent balmy Sunday, my tried-and-true band of ladies and I set out for Jupiter to Guanabanas. Located off Highway A1A and hugging the intercostal waterway (yes, it is a drive, but think of it as an adventure; this is your “daycation”, remember?) – Guananbanas is a dreamy oasis to spend half a day in your own little paradise.

We arrived at 11:45am, just as breakfast was easing into lunch and found we would have to wait 25 minutes for a table by the water. You can request to wait less for a table that is not right on top of the waterway, but this is lunch after all and why not go for the best?  Besides, waiting at Guanabanas is not a hassle. The ladies and I quickly got curvy glasses filled with one of the best frozen pina coladas I’ve ever had. Sweet, full of coconut and pineapple flavor, not watered down the slightest; I was already going to a very happy place. We strolled down to the dock where you can arrive via boat and tie up to catch a bite to eat. We found some very comfy Adirondack chairs under a line of palm trees and watched the paddle boarders slowly make their way down the water. It’s easy to be patient for a table when you are smack dab in the middle of what appears to be a scene right out of Elvis’s “Blue Hawaii”. The entire restaurant is outdoors. The tables are dotted along winding coral rock pathways and palm fronds make the roof over your heads. There are little grottos for sitting and sipping carved out of the dense tropical growth. There is also a stage for the numerous live acts, hosted by Guanabanas. You can go to their website to check for upcoming performances.

Guananbanas deals mainly in fresh fish and seafood which is very fitting for their location on the intercostal waterway. They also offer an interesting array of “South of the Border” fare , salads and sandwiches,  and the old standbys; steak and burgers. It’s not a huge menu, but there is something to please everyone in your group and give reason to keep coming back to try everything

Once we were seated at our table overlooking the water and the docks, our friendly server, Tara, arrived and took our drink and appetizer order. To get our taste buds going, we chose the Coconut Fried Shrimp with Sweet Jalapeno Jelly, $9.95, and Sweet Fried Plantains, a steal at $1.95 a plate. Both appetizers came quickly to our table. There were six shrimp perfectly fried in a light wet batter with fresh coconut. They were sweet yet savory and the surprise was that you could actually taste the shrimp. A rare thing in the world of heavy, greasy coconut shrimp which seems to be the norm around South Florida. The Sweet Jalapeno Jelly was the perfect accompaniment to the shrimp. Not spicy, but you definitely got the pepper flavor along with the sweetness. The fried plantains were also a delight. Plump, deep golden hunks of plantains, molten hot, but you still eat them too fast and burn your fingers and tongue. The creamy sweet/savory innards burst in your mouth mixing with the caramelized sticky outer shell. For a few moments we all were silent, a rare occurrence in our group of jabber-jaws, but the food was too good to talk around.

For our entrée, we all chose the fresh catch of the day done in different ways since this was what Guanabanas was all about – fresh fish. One gal pal chose the Golden Tile fish coated in a cornmeal crust and dressed with a lemon garlic butter sauce. Another of my lady friends chose the Macadamia and Coconut Crusted Golden Tile with Mango/Pineapple salsa. I opted for the Potato Chip enrobed Pompano with Shallot Jam as a topping. The fresh catch prices vary from day to day depending on market price. All three fish dishes came out perfectly cooked. White flaky filets. The lemon butter Golden Tile was garlicky with a zing of lemon. The coconut and macadamia nut crusted Golden Tile was a bit too subtle on its own, but when topped with the pineapple mango salsa, the dish gave a good range of tropical flavors in the mouth, with a little snappy crunch from the macadamia nuts. The potato chip crust on my pompano was a perfect fit; light and crunchy. You may want to ask for the onion jam on the side. I found the amount put on top of my fish was a bit overwhelming and had to push a good deal off to the side, but paired together the shallot jam and the fish had an almost fruity quality.

You get two side dish choices with your fresh catch. We all chose the, soon to be famous, corn pudding as one choice. It’s not the prettiest thing you’ll ever eat, but get past the fact that it kind of looks like a corn omelet gone wrong and you won’t be sorry. Bursting with whole corn kernels in creamy custardy corn goodness, you will finish every bite and not care it probably just cost you forty weight watchers points. This is a “daycation” after all – we don’t count points today, ladies.

My companions and I also tried the House Salad with Guanabana Vinaigrette. The salad came on the plate with our entrée and was loaded with field greens, cantaloupe, Queso Blanco cheese, and cherry tomatoes dressed with a house vinaigrette. I wasn’t sure I would like having cantaloupe in my salad, not being a big fan of fruit infused salads, but I was pleasantly pleased by the lightly sweet, fresh, and savory elements and how well they worked together.

Guanabanas makes you want to sit down and stay a while.
Guanabanas makes you want to sit down and stay a while.

When food is this good it makes you lean back in your seat and soak in the surroundings. It makes you laugh a little more, toast a little more often. You put each forkful into your mouth and chew slowly. You breath in the salty air. Even though there was no band playing while we were there, I imagine that Guanabanas is even more magical when live music is involved.

 

 

 

So let’s hear it for the ladies who lunch. I propose we bring this lost art back into style and make it work for the lives we lead. There is something rejuvenating about spending the day with your best gal pals re-connecting over a table full of good food and drinks in a beautiful place. I highly recommend you plan a little “daycation” with your “besties” to Guanabanas and raise a glass to the ladies who lunch of old. By God, I think they were on to something.

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.”