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What is it about this town? You can check out, but you can never leave.

These are interesting questions, but earlier today, I was copying a file to disk and the computer ate it. Now the computer will neither open the file nor read the disk. How can Charlottesville expect you to write encomiums to its greatness when your computer files are being eaten? Not that you care. No one in Charlottesville cares about my lost file. You want to hear about Charlottesville instead. Fine. Charlottesville is the best city of its size in central Virginia. Charlottesville is the longest one-word city name in America. Charlottesville means trees, nice people and a decent quality of life. Charlottesville means red bricks and white columns, which remind us of red bricks and white columns.

We’re here because Charlottesville is a place where we can work and live and date and have friends and theoretically copy our files to computer disks without the computer eating them. In most places you have two areas of operation: you and your intimate associates—lovers, friends, family—and a nebulous “society” out there in the distance—the stuff on TV, the stuff in newspapers. In New York, there’s your intimate circle and the untouchable myth of New York beyond. In Richmond, there’s your intimate circle and the untouchable myth of America beyond.

But in a town of this size with a public space like the Mall, a middle ground opens up. A space where you’re not on intimate terms but still influential, a space between the near and the far. That means Charlottesville isn’t starkly divided between the Somebodies and the Nobodies. Everybody is sort of a Somebody, and nobody is entirely a Nobody. (The down side is that nobody is entirely a Somebody and everybody is something of a Nobody.) The Mall has grown so much in popularity it’s becoming more like a vague outer circle (You should have been here back before people like you showed up!), but you can still learn things about group behavior you can’t learn watching TV. You can even write what you’ve learned if the computer you’re using doesn’t eat the goddamned file.

Anyway, it’s part of American culture to complain about where you live. “There’s nothing to do.” “The people are stupid.” Here is never as cool or good or rich or cultural as There. The people you know can’t possibly matter as much as the people out there in the vague beyond. It’s also part of American culture to say all places are the same—it’s what you make of them—or that you should be loyal to the place you live. There’s truth in all these statements, meaning that they’re all basically bullshit. People may be the same everywhere, but they’re organized very differently and that means a lot. Yet, no matter where you go they use pretty much the same file-eating computers.

We say we leave Charlottesville because life is too comfortable here or because we want a bigger challenge. But I think the truth is, we move to Charlottesville (or move back to Charlottesville) because we want the comforts and challenges of Charlottesville. We move to other places because we want the comforts and challenges offered by those places. We leave here to escape having to deal with the bad aspects of the middle ground and return to enjoy the good aspects of the middle ground. We leave for better paying jobs and come back for the trees. We leave to learn and come back to learn, and learning is harmless enough if done in moderation.

Charlottesville is no longer a cheap place to live, but it’s not yet an expensive place to live. It’s no longer as funky or unique as it was, but it’s certainly not yet homogenized, Republican America. And as long as our token Republican City Councilman keeps his Yanni haircut and Village People mustache, there’s hope. We may be overly pretentious and proud of our home, but we’re not yet entirely lost in booster myth. The glass is half full. It just might not be half full of the drink you want.

Lately I haven’t much liked Charlottesville. First, what’s with the rain? It didn’t rain last year. Second, if this were such a great city, why are my computer files being eaten? What’s with computers? They can send a shuttle into orbit and almost bring it home, but they can’t make a damn computer that works.

Charlottesville is not a monkey on our backs. Charlottesville is a caged gorilla trained in rudimentary sign language. We stay because we keeping hoping it will assemble a sentence of more than three words. Even if it did, the way things are going, the computer of America would probably eat it.

Joel Jones is an actor, director and playwright who covers theater for C-VILLE Weekly.

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Paved with good intentions

On this Tuesday morning, the sky was gray and it was raining. I was feeling blue until I picked up a copy of the C-VILLE. And after reading Stratton Salidis’ article “Sprawl is not for all” [Comment, June 17] I could not stop laughing. It was a great pick-me-up.

I was chuckling at Salidis’ thoughts about stopping sprawl and the traffic problems that might be caused by the development on 29N. I feel the big problem with people in this region is that they do not see the whole picture. It sounds great on paper to get more people to take the bus, walk, or take a bike to work to cut down on cars on the roads. Yet people who work in Charlottesville don’t exactly live in Charlottesville.

People who work in Charlottesville live in Albemarle, Greene, Madison, Orange, Buckingham and Nelson counties, so taking a bike to work might be a good workout but not practical. We should allow the bypass or the Meadow Creek Parkway to pass. I think we are having too much County vs. City this and that on how to deal with these issues. Stop trying to have a power struggle and work together.

Where were the protestors when Best Buy was given the green light? If you think Hollymead Town Center will have traffic problems, Best Buy is going to take that cake. And no, you cannot have people walking from Greene County to Best Buy in order to reduce traffic. I just don’t think they could make it that far.

Also, why is everyone so quick to jump the gun on calling us a Northern Virginia if we don’t stop the growth? That argument also brings a laugh. How in the world can we turn into Northern Virginia? They are heavily populated and have like millions of companies based out of there. That area has the nation’s capitol and we just have the University. We will never be a Northern Virginia in a hundred years. We are not that important of a city that would make us grow that big. The only way we could is if everyone and their mothers decided to move to Charlottesville. That will not happen because here we do not exactly issue the welcoming wagon to anyone wanting to move to these parts.

Joseph Booe

Charlottesville

 

 

Calling the play

Regarding the Atlantic Coast Conference’s raid on the Big East [“New ACC means ‘Hoos could suck even worse,” Fishbowl, May 27], compromise is called for here, and compromise certainly can be achieved in a manner that satisfies both of the seemingly disparate mandates: the survival of the Big East as a second-tier football conference and the upgrade of the ACC to the ranks of the major football conferences. Here’s how:

Miami and Virginia Tech move from the Big East to the ACC. To swell its ranks to the desired 12, the ACC might say “beg pardon” to the Southeast Conference and snatch South Carolina. Consider the implications for intra-conference rivalries. Suddenly, most every team in the ACC has an arch rival in conference. Florida State-Miami is now a conference battle, so are Virginia-Virginia Tech and Clemson-South Carolina.

Of course, what the university presidents, boards and athletic directors care about here is the TV revenue that would be plowed back into the money-making athletic programs. But doesn’t intra-conference status make Virginia-Virginia Tech and Clemson-South Carolina that much more attractive to a national TV audience?

As for the Big East, it gets to keep Syracuse and Boston College. The other part of the solution here is to persuade Notre Dame to surrender its independent football status. Connecticut already is signing on, and while the additions of the Fighting Irish and the Huskies would not quite counter the losses of Miami and Virginia Tech in terms of football power and prestige, it’s enough to save the Big East. And there’s another possibility that would allow the Big East to more than make up its losses: Persuade Joe Paterno to come home.

Penn State is the 11th member of a conference that, after 10 years, still hasn’t gotten used to the fact. Hence, it remains the Big Ten. Some of the luster has come off the Nittany Lions in recent years, but those who attribute the drop-off to Paterno’s age or supposedly antiquated game plan are uninformed. Penn State’s recent struggles are all about recruiting. Bring Penn State back to the East, and watch how long it takes for PSU to return to dominance. Any way you slice it—revenue draws or college football prestige—the Big East comes out ahead if it gains Penn State and Notre Dame while losing Miami and Virginia Tech.

These may seem like a lot of puzzle pieces to fit together, but they all make sense from a number of vantage points.

Tom Dulan

Free Union

 

Tune in

In response to John Fracher’s letter regarding Brad Eure’s inclusion in the “C-VILLE 20” [Mailbag, June 17]: You fail to recognize that the left, of which it seems you are a member, does not represent the mainstream of society any more than your left arm represents the center of your body by sprouting forth from your sternum.

I suspect that Eure has chosen to include conservative programming on his station because, unlike you, he recognizes that truth. I suspect also that he, unlike you, has taken the time to listen to at least some of the content of those programs and has judged them differently.

Had you listened at all, you would know that only one of the three hosts in those hours, Sean Hannity, is a Republican. You would know that another, Neal Boortz, is a “live-and-let-live” Libertarian. You might also have noticed that Hannity, Boortz and Savage have been highly critical of the Bush Administration in recent weeks.

If you are going to lead a boycott, as is certainly your right, you might consider basing your accusations on fact rather than on gossip and hearsay. If you expect others to follow your example, you ought to be able to offer specific instances of the “hateful vitriol” and “unchecked anger” you claim to have heard. Or are you simply dismissing all dissent with your viewpoint as “hate speech”?

Even if, as you have claimed, all three shows were forums for Republican ideology, why would that, in and of itself, be damning? In suggesting that, in order to be acceptable to the community, all political programming must entertain all sides of the political spectrum, you might as well be suggesting that every musical genre must be included in the playlist of every program of every music station.

If Eure has chosen to include some hours of conservative programming on his station, it is probably because these shows do attract listeners—listeners who enjoy hearing, if not necessarily agreeing with, conservative opinions. (I find it fascinating that there are those on the left who are such great champions of diversity and free speech only as long as the speech falls into lock step with left-wing ideology, and the diversity is not a diversity of viewpoint!)

When you encourage not only anger but action against Eure on the basis of false claims, yours is the destructive voice in the community, and the hypocrisy is yours as well.

Felicity Lien

Buckingham

 

 

Idea men

I realize that as an independent thinker, I may be a minority in the Charlottesville area, but I disagree with Jeffrey Fracher about WINA’s programming. While I certainly don’t agree with everything that Neal Boortz, Sean Hannity and Michael Savage say, they give me something to think about and cause me to question the status quo. In this day and age when the broadcasting and print media are controlled by huge and often left-wing conglomerates, I am happy to hear the news with a different “spin.” I take all that I absorb from various sources and form my own opinions, as most do. I believe the point is to make us think and to make us question the age-old platforms, certainly not to spout “hateful vitriol.” Lighten up, Mr. Fracher!

Kim Umstadter

Free Union

 

The great debate

At WINA, we are in the business of presenting our listeners with the most informative and entertaining programming. We neither endorse nor refute the opinions of our syndicated talk hosts. There are no highly rated liberal talk shows in the country right now. If there were, we would certainly consider putting them on our airwaves. However in talk radio, the shows with the greatest listenership and appeal happen to be conservative.

Commercial radio is a business, and without the support of listeners, we cannot function as a broadcast entity. We greatly appreciate any feedback and opinions that listeners have, and we are always ready to listen. We are also actively looking for more local programs to add to our line up.

I respect Jeffrey Fracher’s opinion, but I was a little disheartened at his personal charge of hypocrisy against Brad Eure. WINA has always been involved in our community, and we continue that effort daily. We have helped to raise more than $130,000 for the Children’s Medical Center over the last three years. Every Monday we devote four hours of our programming to free air time for non-profit organizations. We also helped to orchestrate and promote the recent “Save the Fireworks” campaign. We are currently involved in efforts to support the Jefferson Area Food Bank and the Charlottesville Police Officer’s Association Emergency Relief Fund.

We broadcast high school athletics, and every year we cover the Charlottesville Ten Miler live on our station, and that is only a small percentage of our community involvement. So for Fracher to imply that Eure is not concerned with our community at large, simply because of some of the programs we air, is an excessive assumption.

Fracher also seemed to imply that our daily programming is a detriment to our community: “How does this hateful vitriol that spews forth daily from AM 1070 reflect the mores of the community?” I would respond by saying that it is not the responsibility of a talk show to “bring people together to solve problems.” People who both agree and disagree with our talk hosts listen because they enjoy the subject matter, not because they are looking for someone to tell them how to think. I think our wonderful community is far more intelligent than that. The great thing about talk radio is that listeners can always call in and express congruent or dissenting opinions. So even though I disagree with Fracher, the great thing about all of this, and the great thing about talk radio, is we both were given an opportunity to speak our minds.

Jay James

Program Director, WINA

jj@wina.com

 

End the facade

Congratulations on “Read This First” in the June 3 C-VILLE. I assume its appearance in the same issue with your report on the architectural controversy surrounding the transit station and Juvenile & Domestic Relations courts building is not an accident. It is high time that someone spoke out on what to many of us is an obvious contradiction: Charlottesville may be a city in which contemporary literature, drama, music and art are thriving, but architecturally, according to the UVA Boards of Visitors and many City officials, we desire nothing beyond pale imitations of what was being done in Virginia in the 18th century.

We neither honor nor remember history by its literal imitation in behavior, in dress, or in architecture. A good building should fit within its context but this does not require the construction of an ersatz history, or that we turn our city into a second-rate Williamsburg or Disney-esque theme park, poor settings to receive either justice or an education. If we valued these architectural fantasies less, we might value the real historic architecture of the community more, and perhaps less of that fabric would be threatened or lost.

Good buildings must do more than fit. They must speak to the aspirations of the institutions they house and to the values of the society that they serve. No doubt the requirements of a large performing arts facility can be shoehorned into an envelope of Colonial Virginia architecture, but to what end? What does this package communicate about the nature of the arts organizations that the facility is to house—that our performing arts productions are to be confined to a similarly narrow spectrum of time and place, that nothing that came after 1820 is worthy of our notice, that we expect no more from architecture or art than that it go unnoticed, be familiar and evoke no values beyond the nostalgic?

Edward R. Ford

Charlottesville

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License to ill

City demands fees from failing business

When Jeffery Spinello opened a letter from the City and read that he needed a permit to go out of business, he thought someone was pulling his leg. “In the past 15 years, I’ve opened and closed or sold 12 businesses,” says Spinello, who runs Main Street Gallery, perhaps better known as the Thomas Kinkade store, on the Downtown Mall. “I’ve never heard of anything like this. I came from San Francisco, and I thought California had the craziest laws.”

In early June, Spinello posted signs advertising a going-out-of-business sale at his store, which sells paintings by Kinkade as well as works by other artists. On Tuesday, June 17, Spinello received a letter from Levingston Plumb, a business property inspector for the City.

The letter, which was obtained by C-VILLE, said: “We noted that you have advertised ‘Going out of business’…and at this time we are unable to locate a valid permit for this activity. Please stop by our office ASAP to obtain the permit, and we will need a list of your inventory.”

The letter also demanded a $15 fee for the permit, and threatened Spinello with a Class 1 misdemeanor if he didn’t comply. (Other Class 1 misdemeanors include maliciously maiming someone’s pet, keeping standing water on private property, or hunting on private land without permission.)

Spinello called the City’s department of revenue and discovered the letter was no joke. He paid his $15 fee. In return he obtained a paper saying he had 30 days to close his store. Irate, Spinello, who had planned to take more than a month to close operations, enlarged Plumb’s letter and stuck it in his store’s window, beside a “For Lease” poster.

“It’s ridiculous,” Spinello says. “I find it appalling that the hardworking people who make that tough decision to go out of business have to get one more nail in their coffin.”

Lee Richards, the City’s commissioner of revenue, says his department isn’t trying to kick entrepreneurs when they’re down. The point of the permit, he says, is to prevent businesses from luring customers with phony “going out of business” sales while continuing to stock merchandise on the sly.

“The City has had this ordinance for years,” says Richards. He admits, however, that Charlottesville generally hasn’t had a problem with businesses pretending to fold. “But there was a shoe store on the Mall once that was going out of business for years,” says Richards.

Bob Stroh, co-chair of the Downtown Business Association, says he hadn’t heard of the permit until Spinello told him about it. “It makes sense that the City would want to protect the public,” says Stroh. “But the fee seems like adding insult to injury.”

Albemarle County requires a similar permit, but charges no fee.

Spinello contends the “selective enforcement” of the permit policy is unfair. “When I called the City,” he says, “they told me I wasn’t being singled out, I just happened to get caught.”

Richards says the City “isn’t in the business of catching anyone.

“If they advertise in the newspaper or they have a sign up, we do the best we can with the resources we have to get in touch with them and explain the issue,” he says, adding that the City issues an average of two permits a year.

“They’re not looking at the paper very hard,” Spinello retorts.

After a business closes, the City refunds it the unused portion of its yearlong business license, the cost of which is based on an enterprise’s profits. If owners can’t vacate their buildings within the 30 days required by the permit, they can pay another $15 for another 30 days.

All this is cold comfort to Spinello, who plans to go into real estate and is leaving the gallery business before he incurs debt. “At least I know the City must be even more broke than I am, if they really need to take 15 bucks from a guy who’s going out of business.”––John Borgmeyer

 

The road less traveled

Hillsdale extension could ease K-Mart’s cut-through burden

Monica Vierna and Kevin Kotlarski deserve some kind of trophy. The pair has not only attended nearly every City Council meeting in recent weeks, but they’ve often stayed to the bitter end, absorbing more public policy discussion than any civilian should.

Vierna and Kotlarski have been fighting VDOT’s plan to widen Fontaine Avenue to three lanes from two, in the process taking a chunk out of their front lawn, including a towering pine tree. In the past, Council hasn’t been able to give the Fontaine activists much good news, given VDOT’s powers to build where and when it wants, regardless of local opinion.

At Council’s regular meeting on Monday, June 16, the Fontaine duo were there again, but this time they got some good news for their trouble. Late in the meeting, Council approved a letter to VDOT Commissioner Philip Schucet––who has promised to make the multi-billion-dollar agency more responsive to local transportation agendas––asking VDOT to shift $1.5 million from the Fontaine project to a different road project on Hillsdale Drive.

Hillsdale Drive runs from Greenbrier Drive north to Rio Road (in keeping with Charlottesville’s annoying double-identification trend, Hillsdale is known as Northfield Road north of Rio). The City wants to extend Hillsdale south from Greenbrier to Hydraulic Road, just east of K-Mart, in an effort to relieve congestion at the Hydraulic/29 intersection.

VDOT has already committed $5 million to the Hillsdale project. If the agency agrees to transfer funds away from Fontaine, Council likely will spend the additional $1.5 million to acquire rights-of-way from property owners—but that figure could fall short. Although no definite route for Hillsdale has been chosen, probably it will cut through the Seminole Square shopping center, which is owned and managed by Great Eastern Management Company.

Because the new Hillsdale will improve access to Seminole Trail, eliminating the “K-Mart cut-through” drivers often use to get to Seminole Square Theater, Councilor Kevin Lynch is hoping landowners will be willing to donate the rights-of-way through their property. “We almost need to do that to make this project feasible,” he says.

Great Eastern CEO Charles Rotgin, Jr., has made no commitments, but he sounded an optimistic note.

“We’re very supportive of the City’s efforts to extend Hillsdale,” he says. “It’s a road that’s been needed for many years. We’ve indicated our willingness to be quite accommodating with respect to right of way.”

K-Mart leases its lot from Brandywine Realty in Jacksonville, Florida. Brett Moore, a property manager there, declined to comment, saying negotiations were still preliminary.

Indeed, very little about the road has been decided. Lynch denies the rumor that the City would build the road on top of Meadow Creek. He also says the road probably would not interfere with the nearby Rivanna Trails. Residents, he says, don’t want Hillsdale to be “a speedway,” and the City favors a two-lane road with bike lanes and sidewalks.

Naturally, no road project can begin without months of preliminary study, making even a summer 2004 start date overly optimistic. This fall, the Maryland engineering firm Johnson, Mirmiran and Thompson will present the City with a study of various alignment schemes.––John Borgmeyer

 

PATRIOT shames

Local lawmakers shun politics to criticize controversial Act

In a blip of bipartisan synergy, local Democratic and Republican parties have both issued resolutions critical of the USA PATRIOT (Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism) Act.

The 342-page Federal Act, enacted after September 11, modifies 15 existing laws. It expands Federal agents’ ability to obtain warrants, set wiretaps, conduct secret searches on civilians, eavesdrop on lawyer/client conversations, monitor the Internet, and gain access to private educational, financial and medical records.

The Republicans’ resolution passed the 57th Virginia House of Delegates District GOP on June 2 by a 2/3 vote. It warns, “Actions recently taken by the Federal government, including the adoption of certain sections of the USA PATRIOT Act and several Executive Orders, now threaten (our) fundamental rights and liberties.”

The resolution requests that local law enforcement preserve residents’ freedoms “even if requested or authorized to infringe upon these rights by Federal law enforcement.”

Republican Rick Sincere, who drafted the resolution, says, “I don’t think we should be giving the Justice Department more powers than they already have.” The GOP version calls for local oversight on Federal investigations. “This is still a democratic republic,” says Sincere. “We’re in charge, not them.”

District GOP chair Bob Hodus insists that the resolution “is not a condemnation of the Act or the Bush Administration,” but rather an “urging of caution” against Federal zeal. “You always have a chance that law enforcement officers will violate constitutional rights,” says Hodus.

The Democrats’ resolution is equally critical, stating that the USA PATRIOT Act “undermines the checks and balances that are at the foundation of protecting and preserving our democracy.” It passed unanimously at the June 17 meeting of the Charlottesville Democratic Committee, although more signatures must be solicited to compose a 2/3 majority (only 42 of 115 CDC members were in attendance).

The CDC resolution categorically singles out provisions of the Act, “that may violate the Constitution and the rights and civil liberties of the residents of Charlottesville.” It supports the independence of local public agencies from Federal control. And, it, too, proposes the establishment of “an independent oversight system to prevent the abuse of the information collected about us by the government and its agents.”

Vice-Mayor Meredith Richards, who penned the resolution, says, “Anyone who has fulfilled a prescription lately will know that their information is being forwarded.… We are about to enter a downward spiral of government secrecy and aggressive spying.”

Last week, the U.S. Justice Department permitted racial profiling for terrorism investigations, while a Federal appeals court upheld the secret detentions of up to 1,200 individuals since September 11. Federal lawmakers are now considering Patriot Act II, which could broaden the definition of terrorism and make it easier to sentence “terrorists” to death.

Both resolutions will be vetted at City Council’s July 7 meeting. Passing a version would add Charlottesville to the 115 other cities and states, including Philadelphia, Denver, Hawaii and Alaska, that have enacted legislation contrary to the USA PATRIOT Act.

“I applaud the local Republicans for having a resolution,” says City Councilman and Democrat Kevin Lynch. “I’m glad that we can do this in a bi-partisan way.” Of course, that will depend on the wording. Lynch adds, “I’d like to word it as strongly as possible.”

But regardless of the wording, Charlottesville Police Chief Tim Longo says a resolution would be moot. “I don’t think it’s any local government’s responsibility to decide on the constitutionality of a law,” says Longo. “If Congress passes a law, it becomes a duty of the Supreme Court to decide its constitutionality…I yield to their wisdom.”—Brian Wimer

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Brawl on the mall

At the height of its short career, Danielson and Rolph’s company, D&R Development, held more than $10 million in Mall property. Onlookers credit two of their projects in particular––the Charlottesville Ice Park and the Regal Cinema building––for catalyzing the Mall’s evolution from a shell of empty buildings to an urban streetscape where people live, work and play.

Instead of enjoying the fruits of victory, however, D&R Development collapsed in a bitter legal brawl over money and control of the company. Now the fight between Danielson and Rolph has ended. The blood and sweat have been wiped up and the crowd has dispersed. As new owners with new agendas buy the remnants of D&R’s vision for “Charlottesville 2000,” bystanders wonder what it all means for the future of Downtown’s million-dollar development game.

 

It’s Friday afternoon, and the Mall teems with the sights, sounds and smells of prosperity. Swarms of bodies in summer clothes, the loose banter of after-work drinkers, the clink of silverware, the sounds of street musicians and the waft of prepared seafood.

There is a noticeable tatter in the fabric of the Mall’s historico-yuppie playground. For nearly 30 years, four buildings between 101 and 111 E. Main St., just west of Wachovia bank, have sat vacant. Home lately to a Boys and Girls Club, a real estate rental office and a troupe of rag-clad gutter punks, the four buildings present a shabby, boarded-up view to diners feasting on oysters and shrimp by candlelight at Blue Light Grill’s outdoor tables across the bricks.

Today, the buildings are an anomaly. Ten years ago, however, they fit right into the Mall’s fabric, which then could have been described as a sketchy urban dead zone. A few restaurants and bars clung to life amid numerous vacant buildings, and the Mall became desolate after 6pm.

“You could throw a rock down the Mall and not worry about hitting anybody,” says John Lawrence, who, at that time, pushed a coffee cart along the eight blocks with his wife, Lynelle. Their business would eventually become the Mudhouse.

Soon, however, the Wachovia buildings will catch up with the rest of the Mall’s commercial flavor. Last month developer Keith Woodard’s Woodard Properties put a contract on the four structures, which together are assessed at a total $1.74 million. He expects to close the deal by July. Although there are no final plans, Woodard says he envisions offices or apartments on the upper floors with restaurants and retail at ground level.

“There’s a strong demand for newly renovated historic places on the Mall,” he says. “We’re not particularly worried about being able to find tenants for the new buildings.”

The Wachovia buildings were formerly owned by D&R Development, which planned to demolish the structures and rebuild the site as part of “Charlottesville 2000,” their plan for revitalizing the Mall. D&R’s efforts with the Wachovia buildings were frustrated by the City’s Board of Architectural Review, which claimed the buildings were not merely old, they were historic. The four buildings went on the block when D&R collapsed in litigation.

Woodard’s confidence in his investment rests on the sheer number of bodies strolling past his new purchase every day—and evening. Many Downtown observers say they can trace the Mall’s current vitality directly to D&R’s vision. In other words, the company may be dead, partners Lee Danielson and Colin Rolph may now be adversaries, but the aftershocks of their business are still being felt.

“Lee Danielson started this whole thing,” says Chuck Lewis, the developer behind York Place and a former rival of Danielson. Lewis says D&R’s initiative spurred other developers to spend big money Downtown: “If it wasn’t for Lee, we’d still be where we were 10 years ago. He came to town and said what the Mall should be when it grows up.”

In 1992, Danielson moved his wife and four children from California to a farm in Keswick. “I came here to retire,” Danielson told C-VILLE recently. At the time of his move, he was 45.

The former linebacker arrived with a multi-million dollar trust fund and a background in building high-end condominiums in Los Angeles. With an athlete’s brash confidence, Danielson believed he could turn the dying Mall into an upscale entertainment district, along the lines of commercial districts in San Jose or Santa Cruz.

“Right away, I saw tremendous potential,” Danielson says. “But I didn’t have the financial wherewithal to do it on my own.”

Right from the start, Danielson announced his aims to the political establishment. David Toscano was the mayor when Danielson called him in the fall of 1993.

“I’ll never forget it,” says Toscano. “He called me out of the blue and asked if I wanted to have coffee.” Danielson told the mayor he wanted to build an ice skating rink Downtown. “I said, ‘You want to do what?’” Toscano recalls. “That sounded interesting.”

Danielson’s ambition appealed immediately to Toscano, a socially liberal attorney who believed Charlottesville needed a business-friendly climate to pay for the City’s growing social services budget. Entertainment, said Danielson, would bring people to the comatose Mall.

“He clearly had a vision from the very beginning that saw Downtown as an entertainment destination,” Toscano says. “Bring the entertainment, and the other economic activity would flow from it.”

With the Mayor on board, what Danielson needed next was a partner with deep pockets. “I was trying to impress other investors, but none of them would believe in it,” he says.

Given Danielson’s grand ambitions, which he called “Charlottesville 2000,” his first project Downtown was comically small. He partnered with SNL Financial owner Reid Nagle to rent a square of bricks near the Paramount Theater for $50,000. In 1995 the pair unveiled—ta da!—a newspaper stand. After a year of disappointing sales, Nagle donated the kiosk to City Hall.

Nagle wasn’t interested in Danielson’s larger schemes, so the developer mingled with Charlottesville’s elite, looking for a new partner. Although he was a paper millionaire, Danielson didn’t have enough liquid assets to secure big bank loans, and as a result he lost bids for some properties. He placed then dropped contracts on the vacant Rose building (which Lewis bought and turned into York Place) and the former Woolworth site (where Oliver Kuttner recently completed his Terraces project).

In his search for money, Danielson broadcast his “Charlottesville 2000” vision to anyone who would listen. In 1994 he echoed other developers and some City officials by calling for a Mall crossing at Second Street. Danielson was aiming to site a six-plex movie theater at 200-212 W. Main St. Although others advocated for the crossing, Danielson’s brash manner sufficiently irritated some people to the point where they formed a group called Townwatch. They rallied with picket signs to “Save the Mall” from Danielson, whom Townwatch identified as an archetypical bad-guy developer.

“We felt that a developer shouldn’t be dictating traffic planning,” says City Councilor Kevin Lynch, then a member of Townwatch. “There’s always a big question about how much City Council should give up to developers.” Ultimately, Council voted 4-1 in favor of the car crossing (the dissenting vote was from Rev. Alvin Edwards).

The Mudhouse’s Lawrence says many people worried Danielson wanted to “Californicate” the Mall with high-end chain retail shops like Banana Republic. In fact, that was exactly Danielson’s mission.

“It might have been all about his style and delivery,” says Lawrence. “In Virginia, we’ll start talking about the weather first, then you work your way around to what’s going on. Maybe Danielson just dispensed with some of the small talk.”

While Danielson’s big ideas made some people nervous, they emboldened other entrepreneurs who hoped renewed life on the Mall would perk up their businesses. Danielson’s pitch, for example, convinced the Lawrences to give up their cart in 1995 and open the Mudhouse on the Mall’s west end. “We took a risk, but we were confident things were changing Downtown,” Lawrence says.

Restaurant owner Tim Burgess was also staking his future on Danielson’s promises. He and his partner, Vincent Derquenne, contemplated relocating their restaurant, Metropolitain, from Downtown to Ivy. Danielson got wind of that and approached the partners.

“Danielson told us to hang on,” says Burgess, who with Derquenne now owns Bang, Bizou and Metro. “He said they had big stuff going on. And once he started closing on those buildings, things started happening pretty fast.”

While Lawrence and Burgess watched Danielson’s moves with guarded optimism, others thought Danielson’s cocky demeanor was setting the stage for misfortune.

“There’s a saying, ‘Don’t breathe your own exhaust,’” says Lynch. “You see guys getting big in the press, that’s always a sign their stock is about to slide.”

 

In 1995, a mutual friend told Danielson that his neighbor, Dorothy Batten Rolph, heiress to an estimated $800 million fortune generated by Landmark Communications––a media conglomerate with interests in newspapers, broadcasting, electronic publishing and cable programming, including the Weather Channel––might be interested in funding Charlottesville 2000. Dorothy was married to Colin Rolph, a native Canadian who, like Danielson, had come to Charlottesville by way of Southern California. Batten Rolph declined to comment for this article. Rolph bought into Danielson’s vision, and––as a lifelong hockey fan––was especially committed to the idea of an ice park.

With that, D&R Development was born. A big boost to the new company came in 1996, when Batten Rolph undersigned a $17.5 million loan to D&R from Wachovia bank. Danielson says that sum would have been impossible to obtain without Batten Rolph’s largesse.

“She was extremely instrumental in making the vision a reality,” Danielson says.

Rolph and Danielson seemed like an ideal match. Danielson played the role of the big-talking ideas man while Rolph’s reserved nature cast him as the silent partner with a fat billfold. According to a former D&R employee, they were close friends.

By the late ’90s Danielson and Rolph were certainly not the only people making big moves Downtown. Gabe Silverman, Charles Kabbash, Kuttner and Lewis all spent money on Mall or near-Mall properties believing that Downtown was changing. By all accounts, the competition was friendly, with developers sticking up for each other in the press. But the combination of Danielson’s personality (C-VILLE dubbed him “Central Virginia’s version of Donald Trump”) and Rolph’s checkbook made D&R Development the most powerful player.

“Having Lee and Colin come was great. It brought in more players, more people to push the envelope,” says Silverman. “They did something none of us would have done––the Ice Park and the movie theater. They could afford to take chances. They had more money, more chutzpah, you could say.”

In 1995, a smiling Toscano led a groundbreaking ceremony at a parking lot that, one year later, would become D&R’s flagship development, the $4 million Charlottesville Ice Park. Then, in summer 1996, D&R opened 200-212 W. Main with new tenants, Regal Cinema. (An ill-fated ice cream parlor and the steakhouse directly across from the movie theater were also among D&R projects during this period.)

The process leading to the cinema and ice park wasn’t smooth, however. D&R faced legal challenges from construction companies and the City. The BAR, which enforces aesthetic guidelines regarding Downtown architecture, spanked D&R when the company tried to put a stucco façade on the Regal Cinema building. The City also ordered D&R to replace several outdoor lights on the Ice Park. D&R complied, but not without public tirades from Danielson, who commanded the Planning Commission to “stay out of the way, period.” Danielson called for chief planner Satyendra Huja’s resignation and threatened never to build in Charlottesville again.

Danielson responded in 2000 to what he perceived as government roadblocks by forming a political action committee, Opportunity for All. During the City Council race that year, the pac sunk $20,000––a whopping sum in local politics––to support a business-friendly hybrid ticket of Republicans Jon Bright and Elizabeth Fortune, plus Democrat Meredith Richards. Opp for All also called 3,000 potential voters in what C-VILLE at the time branded a “push poll” to promote the controversial Meadowcreek Parkway.

There were other problems shrouding D&R, too. Faulconer Construction, which built the Ice Park, sued D&R in May 1996, charging that the developers had not paid a $326,000 bill. D&R settled the suit, but inside sources say the Ice Park’s construction was a fiasco that would haunt and ultimately doom the D&R partnership.

The company was structured like this: Rolph, Batten Rolph, Danielson and his wife, Barbara, acted as D&R’s four directors, with the women taking only a periphery interest and the men working together on day-to-day business. Danielson and Rolph each held 50 percent interest in D&R.

The pair set up limited liability companies (LLCs) for each property they purchased. For example, “Charlottesville 2000” held the Ice Park, while “Downtown Cinema Partners” held the Regal Cinema buildings. There were other LLCs for D&R’s three other holdings––the Exchange Center at 201-207 W. Main, which houses the Downtown Grille and the Southern Environmental Law Center; the four Wachovia buildings; and 200 E. Main, the former home of Boxer Learning. D&R also built a $4 million ice rink in Fredericksburg.

The strategy, says Danielson, was to keep each property a separate entity, “so one wouldn’t drag down the other.”

However, the Charlottesville Ice Park was “nowhere near” making money, according to sources close to the partnership, especially considering its expensive construction. Rolph was funneling D&R money into the Ice Park. Danielson objected to this, and, according to court documents, stated he wanted to shut the Ice Park down.

By 1997 the relationship had begun—perhaps inevitably—to deteriorate. According to a lawsuit filed by Rolph in Albemarle Circuit Court, Danielson asserted he was president of the company even after D&R hired Tim Slagle for that position in April 2000. Danielson fired some employees, Rolph rehired them. Danielson tried to change the locks on D&R’s offices to keep Rolph and Slagle out. Rolph’s suit says Danielson “refused to approve the application of funds to meet the financial obligations” of the company, “causing creditors’ invoices to remain unpaid.”

The conflict between Rolph and Danielson went much deeper than company leadership, however. D&R suffered significant debt. In 2001, the total appraised value of its properties was $10.8 million. But Danielson and Rolph each owed Wachovia $8.75 million dating from the bank’s $17.5 million loan to D&R in 1996. The company also owed First Union Bank (now merged with Wachovia) another $1.2 million on the Exchange Center building.

Furthermore, Rolph loaned Danielson “substantial sums” for personal expenses, according to court documents. In a deposition of Owen Strange, the attorney for Danielson’s father, Strange said, “As long as I’ve known [Lee], he’s been in debt. He’s a businessman.”

In a handwritten agreement dated 1996, Danielson promised to repay his debts from his share of his family’s inheritance, estimated at between $16 million and $19 million. But when Danielson began collecting the money in 2000, Rolph alleges, his partner refused to pay up.

In October 2001, with a quarterly interest payment coming due to Wachovia that D&R would be unable to pay, Rolph sued Danielson to dissolve the partnership and have its properties liquidated by a receiver. As a result of the lawsuit, Albemarle Circuit Court handed over all $10 million-plus of D&R’s holdings to developer Gaylon Beights. He was instructed to manage the properties and sell them for their “highest and best” value. Before the properties went to the open market, however, Rolph and Danielson each had a separate chance to buy them back. Danielson bought 200 E. Main and the Fredericksburg Ice Park, while Rolph purchased the Charlottesville Ice Park, the Regal Cinema building, the Exchange Center and the Wachovia buildings.

The court records are filled with Rolph’s account of Danielson’s transgressions, but they contain little of Danielson’s side of the collapse. A gag order forbids him from talking about the suit, but, naturally Danielson, who now lives in California, can’t stay silent.

“The great thing about real estate is that if one thing doesn’t work, you reconfigure it. But [Rolph] wasn’t willing to change anything about the operation,” Danielson says.

“The whole thing was mishandled from the beginning,” he says. “It never should have gone to court. In a business situation, you go through a business solution. Rolph was basically covering up his mistakes.”

Rolph would not speak on the record in response to Danielson’s comments.

 

 

In April of this year, Batten Rolph sued Rolph. In the court documents obtained from Albemarle Circuit Court, she alleges that in 1996, he began to withdraw money from their joint account to fund D&R’s projects without her knowledge. She says she didn’t learn about the “deception” until Rolph’s suit against Danielson. In June 2002, Batten Rolph says, she agreed to purchase D&R’s property from the receiver and to pay off the company’s debts to help end the Rolph-Danielson feud. Batten Rolph’s divorce suit appears to be the impetus behind the timing of the recent sales of the Wachovia buildings and the Charlottesville Ice Park.

Rolph referred queries about what he calls these “disputed” allegations to his attorney, Daniel G. Dannenbaum, who told C-VILLE “These are hust allegations in a court pleading. Nothing, obviously, has been proven.”

 

One person who claims not to know or care much about the Rolph and Danielson battle royale is Bruce Williamson. “All I know is what I read in the papers,” he says. “It’s not a matter that concerns us.”

His stance is curious, perhaps, because Williamson, along with three other partners––his wife, Roberta Bell Williamson, Robert Toby and Ellen Anderson––now owns the Charlottesville Ice Park. The four partners call themselves Acme Ice Company. They would not disclose the sale price, but the City assessed the Ice Park last year at $3.4 million.

Like Rolph, Williamson is a hockey fan, albeit a recent convert. “I learned to skate and play hockey two years ago,” he says. “I fell in love with playing goalie.”

Last year, Williamson says, at least one other party wanted to buy the Ice Park from Rolph and give the building a new use. But Rolph wanted to sell to someone who would retain the ice rink.

“We knew skating was in trouble,” says Williamson. “If we didn’t get the Ice Park, we would have built one.” He says there’s “zero” chance of the new owners dispensing with the ice.

The recent sale of some of what became Batten Rolph’s holdings––the Ice Park and the Wachovia buildings––signals the final demise of D&R. The properties that were once part of the ambitious Charlottesville 2000 vision are now in the hands of separate owners, each with his own vision. But now that the Mall has become the bona fide entertainment district Danielson believed it could be, the new owners are taking significantly less risk on the properties than did D&R.

“We’re not concerned with what happened in the past,” says Williamson. “The important thing is that those people had the vision to build this.”

Danielson left town in 2000 because, he says, his wife wanted to move back to California. “People thought I left town because I owe people money,” he says. Danielson says he doesn’t owe anybody anything, but that he lost “significant” money with the demise of D&R.

“Hello baby,” he says, “I’ve had to adjust my lifestyle dramatically.”

Danielson may be on the move again. His 8,000 square-foot home in L.A.’s Pacific Palisades neighborhood is up for sale for $7.9 million, reduced from an original price of $10 million.

Rolph is still in Keswick and refuses to discuss Danielson. “What we did Downtown was nothing new,” Rolph says. “It happened in Santa Monica in the mid ’80s. It was the right place and the right time for Charlottesville.

“Whenever I come Downtown on a Friday, and see all the people, I’m proud of what we accomplished. I’m proud for all the restaurants and businesses, for everybody.”

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Sound check

Brad Eure, owner of WINA, is quoted in the cover story to your June 10 issue [“C-VILLE 20”] as saying, “I learned to do broadcasting by being involved in the community, to reflect the mores of the community in the programming.”

I wonder how Eure reconciles his view of community broadcasting with the nine hours of prime time right-wing radio that WINA carries daily on the public airwaves? How does this hateful vitriol (consisting largely of GOP talking points provided to the far right talking heads by the Republican National Committee) that spews forth daily from AM 1070 “reflect the mores of the community?” Does Eure believe that this unbalanced and ultraconservative invective contributes to the greater good of the Charlottesville community? While unchecked anger may sell airtime by appealing to our most base emotions, does it serve to bring people together to solve problems?

Eure’s hypocrisy on the issue of “being involved in the community” and “reflecting the mores of the community” renders him unworthy of being named one of your C-VILLE 20.

I choose to boycott AM 1070 and its advertisers in protest of the one-sided tripe aired on the station and would encourage others who are upset by the programming on WINA to do likewise.

Jeffrey Fracher

Charlottesville

 

Bad counsel

In regards to Kenneth Jackson’s letter [Mailbag, June 3], City Councilor Rob Schilling gave misleading statements in his explanation for voting against the City budget. For example, he stated that the City annually subsidizes McGuffey Arts Center at more than $400,000. How can he be so confused? That figure is the projected rental value of the building if a private developer spent millions turning it into condos or offices—and the City were willing to lose a great downtown magnet.

Schilling also misled us by saying he was “keenly aware of the immediate needs” in our schools and our police department. If he were really concerned about those needs, he would have come up with some constructive proposals, not half-truths. An effective Councilor must come up with answers.

Virginia Daugherty

Charlottesville

 

High prices

Perhaps some would see Cora Schenberg’s recent parody of George W. Bush’s endearing inarticulateness (“These taxing times,” AfterThought, June 3) as a comforting sign that we have drifted back to the pre-9-11 era. Those were the good old days when the Bush administration would appoint a political extremist as Attorney General and institute massive tax cuts for the rich, the Democratic “opposition” and “news media” would sit in cowed silence on the sidelines, while those opposed to the gathering lunacy that passed for “government policy” would publicly chuckle at Bush’s apparent inability to string together a coherent sentence.

Although common sense dictates that Bush’s two favorite themes—1) massive tax cuts for the rich, and 2) war—are contradictory, it is now clear that the “Bush Era” is here to stay and is no laughing matter. Bush’s chief critic, Paul Krugman of The New York Times, recently summarized the dire domestic U.S. financial situation (“Duped and Betrayed,” NYT, June 6), where he argues that continued massive tax cuts for the rich now seriously threaten the continued existence of Medicare, Medicaid and Social Security.

At the “Take Back America” conference in Washington, D.C., this past weekend, former presidential aide and journalist Bill Moyers claimed that “the right-wing wrecking crews” assembled by the Bush administration are engaged in “…a deliberate, intentional destruction of the United States of America.”

So we may laugh at Bush, but let us not delude ourselves into believing that dislodging Bush and company from the White House will be anything other than very difficult. First, we have an “opposition” that will meekly go along with wars based on deception and which spell the replacement of international law with the law of the jungle. Next, we have a media whose values seem to be that while it’s not okay to lie about sex, lying about the existence of “weapons of mass destruction” to lead the country into an illegal war in which thousands of innocent people are killed is quite acceptable. To add injury to insult, both the media and the Democrats seem to think it’s fine to let the Bush Administration continue to obstruct a serious public investigation into 9-11 to discover exactly what happened, how it was executed and the true identities of those involved. Meanwhile, George W. Bush is running the world. Joke over, I think.

Rob Pates

Charlottesville

 

State of the arts

I miss HearSay and am a little concerned about the decline in coverage local music and art have had recently in your paper. The new design is great, but it seems that every week there is less and less. A couple of weeks ago there was only one live music review. There used to be an entire page devoted to them. And the bands you’ve picked to promote before their shows are the ones who need it the least—Terri Allard, Hackensaw Boys, Devon. What about the little guys?

As a reader, I look to the C-VILLE for everything local—art, music, etc. Your paper has always been THE place to find the inside scoop—both before and after a show. Are you even interviewing the artists anymore? And as a budding artist and musician, I hope to rely on support from your paper when I am ready to have a show. Your readers see promoting awareness of local talent as a major part of your role in this town. Please don’t disappoint us.

Don’t get me wrong, I still see the C-VILLE as a great paper and the No. 1 resource for what to do in town. I just hope that local artists and musicians can count on your support, and that this latest trend is not a sign that you no longer think that we are an important part of what makes Charlottesville such a great place to live.

ND Pendent

Charlottesville

 

What’s the frequency, Kluge?

I enjoyed your recent profile of John Kluge [“Meet Mr. Big,” Ask Ace, June 3]. He may well have come by his fortune through honest, hard work. Yet, as the French say, “Behind every great fortune is a great crime.” In Kluge’s case, his sale of one of his radio stations to the man who is now mayor of New York may not have been a crime, but it certainly was a crying shame!

WNEW, “The Station of the Stars,” broadcast big-band and music presented by legendary DJs like Martin Block, William B. Williams and Jonathan Schwartz. Tony Bennett may have left his heart in San Francisco, but whenever he was working clubs in the Big Apple, he called WNEW to do a phone interview—as did many other great names in popular American music.

Alas, the station’s license to broadcast at megawatt power levels was coveted by Michael Bloomberg’s Business News Network. The sale was consummated, and the old format was shifted to a low-wattage frequency transmitter, where it couldn’t survive.

So, while Kluge’s good works may have made him a local hero, ex-New Yorkers like myself rank him down with Walter O’Malley, the man who moved the Dodgers to L.A.!

Ed Russell

Albemarle County

The kids are alright

This is in response to the letter written by Mary Ellen Wagner [Mailbag, June 10], in response to the letter about the article “Resale for sale.” I am sorry to hear Wagner was so upset with her experience at My Silly Goose. This is a store for parents and their children. Please keep in mind there are many toys throughout the store that I have searched for, paid for, cleaned up, repaired, purchased parts for and had batteries replaced in, to ensure they are all complete with all parts and indeed working. And please remember they are for sale.

Being a mother of three young boys, I know how excited children can get, so keeping that in mind, My Silly Goose has a play area fully stocked with many toys and a TV/VCR for the children to enjoy while their parents shop. We have come to find that children look forward to coming into the store just to play in this area. As far as overpriced, this is a children’s resale shop, not to be confused with the adult consignment shop. So yes, our prices between the stores will vary. All “No playing with toys” signs have been removed.

Now the Lollipop Shop, I understand, does not allow strollers into the location at all, forbidding mothers of the very young even to enter. The Lollipop Shop, as told to me by the owner, is a for-profit business just like My Silly Goose, not a charitable, non-profit organization. Although some proceeds may go to charity it is also an income-producing venture.

So in hindsight please remember My Silly Goose is here year-round and available for those with small non-walkers to the most active child, with a full selection of toys that can be tested and clothing that can be tried on. And I invite Wagner to stop by and pay us a visit.

Pamela Juers

Owner, My Silly Goose

Charlottesville

 

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Artists to Zion: Deliver us

Will performance come to the house of God?

In the year of the building’s 119th anniversary, Mt. Zion Baptist Church on Ridge Street stands vacant, and what fills it will likely stir conversation in the coming months. The Mt. Zion congregation held its final service in the building on May 25, pursuant to its occupation of new South First Street facilities. Developer Gabe Silverman purchased the church in February 2002 and takes possession of the property later this month.

“I’m hoping that somebody comes up with an idea that’s compatible with what we’d like to see happen there,” Silverman told C-VILLE. “One of the most obvious would be a music venue. It should be something that continues to give back to the community.

“What I’m not looking for,” he told the Daily Progress when he bought the building, “is a restaurant or to make it residential or anything like that.”

Silverman’s commitment to nurturing the space as a performance venue could offer new possibilities to the City’s leagues of roving theatre and dance groups. Even as capital campaigns for the arts flourish, many feel increasingly restricted in where they can stage and rehearse their works.

“There are lots of people out there that are doing work when they can. Not all of us have a huge network,” says Zap McConnell, the current director for the dance group Zen Monkey Project. Of the potential for Mt. Zion, she says, “Wouldn’t it be awesome if there was some way it could be a sort of collective where people contribute a certain amount…a community arts organization that could provide space for different people?”

Thadd McQuade, a founding member of the theatre troupe Foolery, believes that the building’s devotion to a limited number of performers may have better results and build more prestige.

“I think in some ways it would serve the community more to dedicate a space to a particular group or artist,” he says. “I’d rather see one or two people use the space in a high-profile way with accountability. Let them use it for a year and then see if they’ve used the space wisely.”

The space itself shows its century’s worth of wear and tear. Metal trusses support the wooden beams of its cathedral ceiling, and tiles overhead have fallen or come loose. Chipped and cracking in places, sea-foam green paint covers the walls. Regardless, with its stained-glass windows and aged, dark pews, the 12,000-square-foot church retains a noble atmosphere.

As one of the City’s two oldest church buildings, along with First Baptist on W. Main Street, Mt. Zion’s listing on the National Register of Historic Places owes in part to its racial history. A City Architectural and Historic Survey notes that at the time of Mt. Zion’s formation, “Segregation had not yet become entrenched, and blacks and whites lived side by side. Mt. Zion’s location at the entrance to Ridge Street seems symbolic of the integrated nature of that most prestigious residential street.”

Any new incarnation of the space should emphasize Mt. Zion’s cross-cultural significance, according to Mecca Burns, who runs the theatre institute Presence with Brad Stoller. She suggests that the church could bridge the City’s racial divide, which further widened when the officials razed the adjacent Vinegar Hill neighborhood in the ’50s.

“My really strong feeling about Mt. Zion is that it needs to be intensely multi-cultural,” she says. “I think there need to be step groups and hip hop teams. I don’t want it to be another place that has this invisible cultural barrier around it like Live Arts, where there are black people and black kids who walk by all the time but rarely go in.”

McQuade agrees. “If it gets too converted, that would be a shame. If it could still be in touch with the Mt. Zion Baptist Church [community], that would be phenomenal,” he says. “And I think Gabe is sensitive to that, to unifying the community.”

Mt. Zion’s pastor Rev. Alvin Edwards once sought for the church to become a regional black history museum or merely to retain its role as a house of worship. Now, he seems to be relinquishing those ideas as he prepares to hand over the building.

Questioned about Mt. Zion’s possible transformation into a performance space, Edwards summarizes the feelings of many City artists with his understated reply: “I wouldn’t object to anything like that.”

—Aaron Carico

 

Courting public opinion

Competing Court Square designs to get public airing

Sometimes it helps to have the Federal government on your side. At least that’s the hope of some City officials as they prepare on Thursday, June 19, to share with the public two competing plans for a Downtown courthouse redesign. Federal guidelines specifying how new courthouses should look unequivocally favor contemporary architecture, and Washington’s imprimatur is among the things Mayor Maurice Cox hopes will persuade the public to go modern on Court Square. While merely a single building’s façade is under discussion in the current debate, the choice between faux historical design and up-to-date design will have wider-reaching implications for Charlottesville.

“It will be a real test of whether the City and County can jointly conceive and fund a public project,” Cox says about the Juvenile & Domestic Relations Court, which is located at 411 E. High St. and is operated by Charlottesville and Albemarle. “I think it can be an example of good City-County relations.”

Indeed, in the three years that the courthouse’s slated redesign has been under review, City-County discussions have been mostly harmonious. Matters of how to site the new building to respect a truly historical jail structure behind it, along with questions of financing, underground parking and easements from Park Street, have been largely settled. But relations are chillier on the question of the building’s proposed facelift. Albemarle Supervisor Charles Martin, who sits on the Juvenile & Domestic Relations Court Design Committee, says he speaks for all the County Supervisors when he expresses the view that “all along the Board has been operating with the view that the [courthouse would have] a more traditional façade.

“The old-fashioned style is more of what you normally think of when you think of a courthouse,” Martin says.

But the General Services Administration, which administers all Federal court buildings for the U.S. Department of the Interior, couldn’t disagree more. Among its standards for rehabilitation, the GSA states “changes that create a false sense of historical development…shall not be undertaken.”

Moreover, the GSA dictates, “the new work shall be differentiated from the old.”

Martin says he is unfamiliar with the Federal design mandates.

The code is well known, however, to the City’s Board of Architectural Review, which will have to vet the High Street court’s redesign once the City-County committee signs off on a single proposal. Architect and UVA professor Kenneth Schwartz, who until recently served on the BAR, says his former colleagues “know very well the Department of Interior standards for adaptive reuse indicate that if you replicate the past, you trivialize history.

“That’s a mainstream position for guidelines in the United States,” Schwartz says, “and those guidelines are important to the BAR.”

BAR Chair Joan Fenton concurs. While the BAR has not formally reviewed the competing courthouse plans, in keeping with national standards, she says, “the new building should not look like it’s an old building. You should be able to distinguish what is new and old.”

That task is especially crucial in the Court Square area, says Schwartz, where a very important historical structure should, by rights, hold center stage. That’s the Albemarle Circuit Court building whose white columns, broad portico and red bricks truly derive from the 18th century. Given that the Albemarle courthouse has been witness to the law practices of three U.S. presidents—Jefferson, Madison and Monroe—“it is the most important building in Court Square from a historical point of view.

“The last thing you want to do is trivialize it,” says Schwartz.

And while Martin characterizes the modern design of architects Wallace, Roberts & Todd as “futuristic,” Schwartz says that across the nation “there are many examples of contemporary designs that are sympathetic to a historic setting.

“It has to do with issues of scale and proportions and the way the doors and windows are handled.”

In Charlottesville, Schwartz continues, design need not be “Jeffersonian or classical to honor the historical context.”

On Thursday, June 19, at 7pm, the public will have its chance to discuss the question when the Juvenile & Domestic Relations Court Design Committee presents two designs, seen above, from the team of Wallace, Roberts & Todd, and Moseley Architects. The meeting will take place in the court building at 411 E. High St.

Cox, who is the lone architect on the design committee, says he’s prepared to accept the outcome of this public process—whatever it may be. It’s been his experience with public discussion, says Cox, that when people are given information “inevitably they have the miraculous ability to make the right decision.”

Cathryn Harding

 

 

Phat city

Hip hop shops serve a broad market

West Main Street may resemble an illustration of gentrification-in-progress, where diners sip chardonnay while overlooking construction of upscale apartment buildings that will eventually hide the lower-income neighborhood behind them. But you can still buy a throwback NBA jersey, or a baseball cap meant to be worn sideways, at Charlottesville Players, an unassuming storefront next door to Continental Divide. Owner Quinton Harrell has been selling urban and hip-hop fashion from the same location since August 1997, and despite the ongoing yuppification of his block, he has no plans to move.

“Fashion has always been in my blood,” he says. “My grandmother and grandfather were known as the best dressers in town.”

Harrell got into the rag trade while still a college student, investing $500 in merchandise and a table, which he set up in the Estes parking lot on Cherry Avenue. Things went so well that, rather than finish his degree, he made the leap and opened a store. From the beginning, he had his eye on 801 W. Main St.

“It’s on the main drag, and it’s a nice building,” he says, explaining why he didn’t consider any other location for his fledgling business. “It already had track lighting and slat walls, so it was pretty much perfect.”

Harrell acknowledges that his business is an anomaly on ever-pricier West Main. “My core clientele, their per-capita income is not that high,” he says.

Still, the location brings him crossover business he might not get in a predominantly African-American neighborhood. “You can’t cater to everybody,” he says, “but it’s still a mix that I can have, where I can expand my market without sacrificing my original formula.” Harrell’s crossover strategy resulted in sales of $265,000 during 2002. A sizable portion of his market, he says, consists of browsing restaurant-goers and white moms shopping with their teenagers.

That’s not a surprise: Suburban whites have long been consumers of hip-hop culture. In fact, another urban fashion shop, Sexshuns, recently opened on the east end of the Downtown Mall, and owner Reynold Samuels also hopes to appeal to a broad market. The new store has the minimalist look of a Manhattan boutique, with each futuristic sneaker given plenty of shelf space.

“I didn’t want to overcrowd the store,” Samuels says. “I like the middle-aged crowd. That’s who I’m trying to target.”

With another hip-hop shop in town and gentrification marching onward, Harrell knows that changes are coming. Indeed, right across W. Main Street, a new 225-unit apartment complex owned by Dave Matthews Band manager and real estate mogul Coran Capshaw is under construction. Though its residents likely will be UVA students, the building—with a pool and fitness center—won’t exactly be budget-friendly. “I don’t really know how those high-income apartments are going to affect my business, because I don’t know if the stuff I carry is going to cater to [residents],” he says.

Still, he’s confident. “You can either be victimized by the growth, or take advantage of the growth. Longevity means a lot. We have something established here,” he says, adding, “I may need to move into some linen suits.” —Erika Howsare

 

 

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Parting words from the director of the CWC

Charlottesville’s reputation as a garden of literary greatness has long been nurtured by the prize-winning pens at UVA. Since 1996, however, the Charlottesville Writing Center has provided budding scribblers a place to find community outside of ‘Hooville.

Seven years ago, four local writers––Heather Burns, Wendy Gavin, Greg Bevan and Browning Porter––discovered that their talents for prose and poetry, alas, wouldn’t pay the rent. To give themselves and other writers a place to ply their trade, they formed the Writing Center, where they taught classes on poetry, fiction and memoir writing.

As executive director, Porter has grown the non-profit company from 40 students in its first year to more than 300 last year. But this summer, Porter will step down as executive director.

Along with the brown fedora he typically sports, the 36-year-old Porter wears a myriad of other hats––graphic designer, singer, poet, magazine editor. Recently C-VILLE caught up with the renaissance man to talk about life after the Charlottesville Writing Center.

Does Charlottesville really deserve its reputation as a “writer’s town”?

I don’t know if Charlottesville is necessarily a more writerly place than other cities. It has that reputation, and it’s not entirely undeserved. I’m sure people have heard the rumor that Charlottesville has more book stores per capita than any town in the United States, and there are some high-profile writers here, not all affiliated with the University.

I think every town is a writing town. I believe writing is a skill, like cooking, that everyone needs to know how to do a little bit, just to survive. Everyone benefits from getting better at it, even if they just do it for their friends and family.

This town is crawling with wonderful writers that you never see. They continue to work, but they’re invisible most of the time. People who come to teach at the Writing Center say they expected the students to be pretty rank amateurs, but they’ve discovered they’re leading one of the most lively and talented groups of writers they’ve ever been around. I think that level of energy comes from people who have been feeling invisible suddenly feeling that they have a new community.

But what made me stick with the Writing Center this long was the realization that writers really need a community. Writing is almost necessarily a solitary endeavor. Writers need a place where they can bounce works in progress off people besides their parents or spouses or friends. They need to get exposure to other kinds of writing. They need to find friends with similar interests. Writers need people, too.

Why are you stepping down as director?

I looked into my heart, and found that I’m not an arts administrator. I can do it, but it’s not what makes me jump out of bed in the morning. There are people who are better at it than I am, and I think we’ve found one. Her name is Mary Miller. She was one of our students last summer, and she has a lot of experience with non-profits.

What are you going to do now?

I’m going to do graphic design for my day job, which is my most lucrative skill at the moment. And I’m going to put more energy into my writing and music, which I’ve been neglecting with all my other responsibilities. I’ll probably take a class at the Writing Center, which is something I’ve never had time to do. I have a volume of poetry that’s long overdue to be published, and we have a Nickeltown CD that’s been in the works for about seven years now. We need to get that finished. I’m going to continue to be on the Writing Center board of directors, and I intend to contribute to the organization as a volunteer. For the time being, I plan to continue working on Streetlight Magazine. I also have an idea for a novel.

What’s the novel about?

It’s a secret.

Can writing be taught?

Yes. Can you teach any random person to be Shakespeare or Jane Austen? No, probably not. But everyone can be taught to learn the craft of expressing themselves more compellingly in their own words. The idea that writing is some mystical power that God handed out to you at birth is not helpful to anybody.

John Borgmeyer

 

The Nature of the business

As gallery closes, Water Street loses original art draw

On June 6, the usual First Fridays crowd was swirling in and out of the oversized green front doors of Nature Gallery on Water Street—greeted, as always, by gallery director John Lancaster. But for those who noticed it, the small sign at the entrance put a damper on the normally upbeat mood: “Yard Sale, June 21. Nature is Closing.”

During its gradual evolution from studio space to Warhol-worthy gallery during the four years that Lancaster has been a tenant, Nature has earned a reputation as the edgiest venue in town, not to mention the one with the best parties. The decision to leave, Lancaster says, occurred when discussions with the building’s owner, Hawes Spencer, failed to yield an agreement about renovations (including improvements to the precarious entranceway) in the atmospheric but dilapidated space behind the Jefferson Theater.

Lancaster and co-director Laurel Hausler say they were surprised by the talks’ outcome. But, Lancaster says, “It was mutual in that both sides had qualms about continuing on,” adding that the timing of the move was “totally” his decision.

Spencer, who is a newspaper editor, says that while the space’s “highest and best use is as a gallery,” he’ll be concentrating on improvements before seeking a new tenant.

Many art watchers see the change as a loss to the local scene. Leah Stoddard, director of Second Street Gallery, had anticipated rubbing shoulders with Nature when SSG moves into its new home, the City Center for Contemporary Arts, later this year. “I was very disappointed to learn it because I was looking forward to [the Water Street] corridor being diverse,” she says, adding that without Nature the area will lack “unexpected, scrappy” programming. Nicole Truxell, whose paintings are Nature’s current and final exhibition, concurs that losing the gallery is bad news. “John’s given a showcase to a lot of people who probably wouldn’t have tried to get into other galleries,” she says.

But Lancaster and Hausler aren’t throwing in the towel. After leaving the current space July 1, they’ll spend the summer gearing up to open a new gallery, called Nature Visionary Art, in a to-be-determined Downtown location. The new space, which they aim to open in September, will feature “outsider, visionary and folk art,” according to Hausler. Lancaster calls it a “voodoo hodgepodge.” For the first time, they say, the gallery will be a full-time job for both of them.

While the new space will, in theory, be “a little glossier,” according to Lancaster, the pair say they hope to continue Nature’s role as an adventurous, experimental art venue. Still, the old location will be hard to replace, with its soaring ceiling and rich history of Vaudeville performances. Acts like Harry Houdini and the Three Stooges performed on the very floor that Nature-goers now tread. “It’s an amazing location,” Lancaster says. “It definitely adds to the experience” of looking at art.

The gallery will host a yard sale in its Water Street home on June 21, Lancaster says, to “say goodbye with a bang.” Nature lovers are invited to browse a selection of objects collected from the gallery’s many nooks and crannies: “furniture, eclectica, construction material, more books than you can shake a stick at, art supplies and Donald Duck figurines.”

According to Lancaster, “Everything must go.”—Erika Howsare

 

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C-Ville 20

Brad Eure

Once upon a time, newspaper publishers, television producers and radio station managers actually lived in the communities they served. Now, with more media falling into the fold of corporate conglomerates, the phrase “locally owned” is practically an anachronism. Brad Eure has managed to survive the dog-eat-dog radio market by staying tuned in to Charlottesville.

Eure Communications owns three radio stations––WINA, 3WV, WQMZ––in a local market increasingly dominated by behemoth Clear Channel, which owns five stations and effectively flaunts regulations by running a sixth in a management agreement called a “time brokerage.” In 1996, the Telecommunications Act loosened restrictions on station ownership, and since then Clear Channel has bought up over 1,000 local stations nationwide. There are a total of 10 stations in the Charlottesville market; Eure says that under current rules, one company is allowed to own six stations in a market, but not more than half.

Eure’s parents founded the company more than 30 years ago in Petersburg. He took over in 1984 and moved the business to Charlottesville four years later. “I learned to do broadcasting by being involved in the community, to reflect the mores of the community in the programming,” he says.

Eure’s stations touch the main bases of commercial radio––WINA provides local news on the AM dial, 3WV offers what Eure says is more “male-oriented” programming, broadcasting from bars and letting fly with the occasional potty joke. When there are kids in the car, listeners can tune into WQMZ’s lite rock without fear, he says. Also, the Eure Communication Grant, in its second year, offers $50,000 in advertising to non-profits like the Salvation Army and Children, Youth and Family Services.

“It’s really important to know what’s going on in Charlottesville, and what’s important to each stations’ listeners,” Eure says. “You have to go beyond the music that you play.”

 

Rev. Alvin Edwards

For 20 years, Alvin Edwards has held center stage at Mt. Zion Baptist Church. After serving as City Councilor and Mayor during the 1990s, Edwards remains an offstage player with one of the most important skills in local politics––the ability to fill a room.

Last year, the arrest of 10 black CHS students for assaults on white UVA students prompted renewed hand-wringing about race relations in Charlottesville. And Mt. Zion served as the rallying point for political leaders, community activists, parents and young people. A group called Citizens for a United Community emerged from those lengthy, sometimes heated gatherings. Two months ago, CUC held a mass meeting exposing the un-secret that race issues infest economics, housing, education, social habits and nearly all aspects of life in Charlottesville.

Just as the problems do not waver, nor does Edwards’ conviction that the purpose of all the gatherings has been “to heal the community.” Cynics will note the apparent incongruity in members of the town’s white elite joining hands and singing Negro spirituals, as they did at the close of the CUC meeting, and they’ll wait perhaps for this group to fizzle along with the promise of previous such collectives.

Nevertheless, the CUC is earnestly trying to address Charlottesville’s complex and deep-seated race problems. Charlottesville still has miles to go on the issue. Cynics and optimists alike can agree on that, and on the fact that Edwards deserves credit for getting the conversation started. Again.

 

Amy Gardner

Amy Gardner feels personally responsible if even one Charlottesville woman has to drive to Richmond or Tyson’s Corner to find the shoe (or handbag, or scarf, barrette, necklace, bracelet) of her dreams. For the past nine years, she has been adorning Charlottesville feet with the likes of vibrant suede flowered Kate Spades, bronze wrap-ups from Claudia Ciuti, comfortable aqua driving loafers from Mezlan and orthopedic-styled yet fashionable Donald J Pliner mules.

At the tender age of 24, Gardner opened her store, Scarpa, in the North Wing of Barracks Road shopping center. Terribly light on product at first while the proprietor struggled to get loans, Scarpa was a mere shell of its presently jam-packed self.

“I thought it would be far better to try it,” says Gardner, “than to wake up one day in the middle of my life and know I had a good idea but was too chicken to do it.

“Besides, after two gin and tonics I thought, ‘How hard can it be?’”

After the modest beginnings, apparently not that hard. During her famous annual sale, Gardner soothes the bodies and soles of scores of cents-minded yet fashionable women, ringing up more than 175 transactions per day. Furthermore, with the opening in November of her newest indulgence boutique, Rock, Paper, Scissors on N. First Street, Gardner breathes new life into stuffy paper products, like rubber bands in fanciful animal shapes.

“I don’t want to fill my stores with everything that’s out there because I don’t believe in everything that’s out there,” says Gardner.

“It’s just my taste at the end of the day,” she says.

 

Satyendra Huja

City Planner Satyendra Huja recalls that when he arrived in Charlottesville in 1973, people told him to “go back to India with your crazy ideas.” Now, after 30 years, Huja is retiring with the proverbial last laugh.

When he came to town, businesses and residents were moving to Albemarle, and City leaders feared Downtown Charlottesville would soon be a husk of vacant buildings. Sprawl multiplied like bacteria along Route 29, with subdivisions and strip malls connected by wider roads and ever more spacious parking lots.

As Albemarle welcomed cars and pavement as agents of commercial growth, Huja took the opposite view. The way to save Downtown, he said, was to get rid of cars altogether. One of Huja’s first and most controversial big ideas was to turn E. Main Street into a pedestrian walkway in 1976.

For more than a decade afterward, the Downtown Mall felt like a ghost town after 5pm. People said it was a failure. But as the Mall added housing, restaurants and bars, it became one of the few such pedestrian malls in the nation to successfully concentrate jobs, homes and entertainment in a walkable space.

As the City’s lead planner, Huja enjoys the credit for eventual triumphs like the Mall. But his position also makes him a target for those on the losing end of the City’s agenda. Recently, Huja employed his disarming demeanor to assuage business owners on Preston Avenue who say a proposed City development there will ruin their businesses. He tried the same tack with renters on Prospect Avenue who fear the City’s plan to increase middle-class home ownership will push the poor out of Charlottesville.

Whenever the City acts as a developer, emotions run high. As the City grows more dense, more gentrified, and more crammed with boutique accessory stores, Huja’s name will be the one praised––or cursed.

 

John Grisham

The name John Grisham may not immediately bring the word philanthropist to people’s lips. His lucrative dynasty of legal thrillers tends to overshadow his gifts to humanitarian causes, but Grisham contributes far more to the community than take-a-number signings at New Dominion Bookshop once a year.

Last year, Grisham and his wife, Renee, donated $280,000 to the Legal Aid Justice Center, facilitating its move from the old Albemarle Hotel building on W. Main Street to the renovated Bruton Beauty Supply warehouse on Preston Avenue. He also chaired the advisory council for the center’s capital campaign, convincing other donors to pony up the total of more than $1.85 million necessary for Legal Aid’s relocation. Readers of his novels know Grisham to be a champion of those in need and his statement on the center’s website confirms that his beliefs are more than the work of fiction: “Legal Aid is at the center of the last line of defense for the basic civil liberties of the poor. If this line fails, we are all at risk.”

Need more reasons to praise Grisham? How about his generous donations to regional baseball. He sponsored the construction of the pristine Cove Creek Little League park in southern Albemarle and a stadium at St. Anne’s-Belfield. He is rumored to be an anonymous donor behind UVA’s new baseball complex, too. It’s nice to know the man’s John Hancock graces some well-placed checks to area causes and not just the title pages of his latest bestseller.

 

Leah Stoddard

When Second Street Gallery Director Leah Stoddard moved to town in the summer of 1999 she intended to take some time off. But restlessness overtook her and she soon nabbed a gig as part-time development director of the City’s oldest independent gallery before quickly being promoted to executive director. The job, if not the title, suited her.

“I changed it to simply ‘director’ as I thought ‘executive’ sounded too daunting,” she says. “I wanted a kinder and gentler contemporary arts space.”

That sums up Stoddard’s vision for the 30-year-old gallery. “What I wanted to do, and I think a lot of museums/galleries are trying to do, is break down the elitist conception of arts spaces, but still maintain a level of scholarship,” she says.

Her work has paid off: Last year Second Street earned a $40,000 grant from the Andy Warhol Foundation to support the organization’s innovative and scholarly presentations of contemporary art. The gallery will take it to the streets even more come fall, when it moves from its current location in the McGuffey Arts Center to a new, more accessible storefront in the soon-to-be-completed City Center for Contemporary Arts.

Stoddard sees the move as a huge boon for the organization—and the timing doesn’t hurt, either. “I am sort humbled by this,” she says. “Not only did I have to help design the space, but I have to do right by our 30th anniversary and put together an exhibition of the last 30 years. I’ve only been here three years and I’m just trying to do right by this organization’s impressive history and do it all justice.”

 

Charlottesville Center for Peace and Justice

The blue anti-war signs that suddenly mushroomed across local lawns at the start of the year were but one indication that the Charlottesville Center for Peace and Justice stays on top of its game—even if membership numbers rise and fall like so many political fortunes. Founded 20 years ago as the Interfaith Peace Coalition, the group’s first agenda was to promote nuclear disarmament. In those days, they pressed City Council to declare Charlottesville a nuclear-free zone, an action they emulated in the spring when they spurred Council to pass a resolution in support of continued Iraqi weapons inspections and opposed to unilateral military action.

Through perseverance, outreach and well-timed public events (such as the free lecture by C-VILLE columnist Ted Rall), CCPJ kept the war debate alive and kicking during the early months of this year. The protests have dwindled and other stories preoccupy the ever-fickle national press, but CCPJ is not off the case. The mission now: Continue the dialogue about how citizens can respond non-violently to future political and military crises worldwide that are sure to arise.

 

William Lewis

By day, William Lewis runs his 15-year-old small copier business, Duplex Inc., on the Downtown Mall. By night, he’s a small-business counselor, a television show co-producer and mentor to at-risk kids—seven of them, to be precise.

Lewis’ show, co-produced with Greer Wilson, is appropriately dubbed “FYI” and runs on Government Access TV, Adelphia cable channel 10. In a one-on-one conversational format, the show tackles everyday issues like living with Alzheimer’s and features interviews with prominent African-Americans like UVA Dean of African-American Affairs Rick Turner and former Virginia Delegate Paul Harris.

In an upcoming installment, “FYI” will tackle death and dying—and how to pay for the sudden expenses. In the coming weeks, the seven protégés—all television producers from the Charlottesville-Albemarle Technical Education Center—will be hosting their own show, under the guidance of Lewis and Greer, of course.

“This is just one way for these kids to have up-close access to real business people that they otherwise may see as people they could never talk to,” says Lewis.

 

Aaron Hawkins

Forget Avril’s “Sk8ter Boi.” Energy & Rhythm proprietor Hawkins is the real “extreme” deal. The former pro snowboarder and current skateboard aficionado, designer and salesperson at the local skateboard shop has spent the past five years trying to make a positive scene for Charlottesville’s halfpipe crowd.

“I saw how much of a gap there was in between the kids and the sort of underground culture and there not being an actual meeting spot for that,” says Hawkins. “Aside from Barnes & Noble and the University itself there really wasn’t a centerpiece for information or a creative outlet. I felt like I had a lot of things I could share with the kids.”

So in 1998 the lifelong skater (he started at age 6) started Energy & Rhythm, moving it from its original Elliewood Avenue location to W. Main Street last year.

That’s not all. Hawkins got involved in the renovations at the McIntire Skate Park, presumably to do more than just build a dedicated clientele for his cool boards and related stuff. While he says the resulting park, finished in 2000, is only about 60 percent of what he had hoped for, Hawkins isn’t complaining. In short, he is thrilled to be the big kahuna of the local skater scene, which he figures numbers between 200 and 300 avid members ranging from ages 7 to their late 40s.

“I like the scene here, everybody knows each other,” he says. “It’s communal and super-cool, and not a lot of cliques. And I’ve tried to promote that sense of reality and brotherhood.”

 

Daphne Latham

Few people better embody the City’s dual nature—wanting at once to be a small town and to be the City (read: New York)—than Daphne Latham, the inspired hair and makeup artist who lends her talents to Live Arts (and runs her own business, Running with Scissors, by day). Raised by local jazz bluebloods John D’Earth and Dawn Thompson, Latham spent half her childhood in the bustle of the Big Apple and half in Charlottesville’s more sheltered environs. Lucky for us, the trend hasn’t changed.

Although Latham’s talent and sensibilities could easily sustain her in the metropolis, where she still spends much of her time, she has devoted a great deal of energy and hair gel to Live Arts. She became involved with the production of The Rocky Horror Show two and a half years ago, after meeting Live Arts board member Cate Andrews. Since then, audiences have seen Latham’s work—whether they’ve realized it or not—in about 17 productions, including The Wiz, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Wild Party and currently Bat Boy, in which she is also a featured actor.

“I didn’t ever know I was going to get involved in the way that I did,” says Latham, whose Running with Scissors business caters to private clients as well as stage, video and photo productions. “This year, because I’ve been so much more involved at Live Arts, I’ve spent less time in New York.

“That’s not a bad thing,” she hastens to add, then notes in typical Charlottesville form, “I didn’t used to say that I liked Charlottesville, but as I get older I really do.”

 

Coran Capshaw

You’ve got to give Coran Capshaw his props. He struck gold managing Dave Matthews Band and could live comfortably anywhere in the world, yet he’s chosen to stay in Charlottesville––and piece by piece buy up the whole town.

Fittingly, he’s got the music market cornered. His Starr Hill Music Hall is the only stage in town for mid-level touring acts like The Wailers and local stars like Corey Harris. His Musictoday.com business hooks up music fans with all their favorite band paraphernalia. And Red Light management guides fledgling acts to the next levels of stardom.

Capshaw also has a restaurant empire, including Starr Hill Restaurant & Brewery, Blue Light Grill and, most recently, the Belmont tapas joint Mas. He’s a tough businessman, but he has softened his reputation as town father by donating thousands to local charities through the Charlottesville-Albemarle Foundation.

Now Capshaw is dipping his toe—well, his foot, leg and hip, actually—into real estate. Bulldozers are at work on a Capshaw-owned apartment complex across W. Main Street from Starr Hill. Whole chunks of Downtown are in his portfolio, too. But perhaps his biggest coup will come when he closes a deal with the City to manage the revamped Downtown Amphitheater, a deal that will draw on Capshaw’s many areas of expertise. The City is planning to pour millions of Federal and local dollars into a bus transfer center and pedestrian plaza on the east end of the Mall. The City wants to turn the amphitheater into a 5,000-seat outdoor pavilion better suited for big music acts, then lease it to Capshaw. Word has it he’ll probably open a restaurant there.

 

Dragana Katalina-Sun and Sun Da

They filled a canyon-wide niche, namely for a cheap, fast and reliable Downtown lunch. For that reason alone, Dragana Katalina-Sun and Sun Da could earn a place among this year’s C-VILLE 20. But there’s more. The owners of Marco & Luca, a.k.a. the dumpling shop on Second Street, embody an American dream. Since they opened their closet-sized operation on December 31, 2001, the couple and their two adorable children (for whom the shop is named) have captured the imaginations—and stomachs—of hungry Downtown denizens.

They met in Germany in the mid-’90s, she a refugee from Bosnia and he a refugee from China. By 1999 they were transplanted to Charlottesville, beginning to dream of owning their own business.

“We wanted to bring the people quality and quantity,” says Dragana, “and we wanted to bring it to all kinds of people, all classes.

“We love that everyone can afford it,” she says. Indeed, at $2.50 for six fresh-made dumplings or $3 for a tub of sesame noodles, it’s no wonder Marco & Luca customers line up around the corner for their meals (Marco & Luca averages 120 customers per day).

“We love it here, so many people are so very friendly,” says Dragana. “My friend from Sweden was telling me just today that if you say hello to someone there, they look at you as if you’re insane.”

 

Craig Littlepage

During his sophomore year as UVA Athletic Director Craig Littlepage has effectively declared his concentration: To pump up sports at UVA like so many linebackers on Androstenedione. It’s good news and bad news. A successful athletics program will pour even more tourist bucks into the local economy and make Charlottesville a top-tier destination within the state. But with that acclaim will come traffic congestion and possibly dilution of UVA’s academic reputation.

Littlepage must be betting on the positive side of the equation. Consider that $129 million basketball arena, which broke ground earlier this month and that theoretically will improve recruiting possibilities for coaches Gillen and Ryan even as it contributes to severe traffic congestion in the Ivy Road/Emmet Street neighborhood. Or the shiny new baseball stadium, which enjoyed a decent virgin year as the team went 29-25 for the season (but only 11-12 in the ACC). How about the NCAA championship-winning lacrosse team that prompted the question “Syracuse who?” among legions of ESPN viewers last month?

And then there’s the football program, by which we mean the Pep Band. The pigskin ’Hoos have been on the road to recovery for a couple of years already under Al Groh. But after the state of West Virginia threw a collective hissy fit over a satirical skit presented during halftime at a UVA-West Virginia away game, Littlepage evidently concluded that a big-time sports program is best served by something conservative and predictable—like a marching band. Littlepage has earned UVA notice for other reasons, too. The first black athletic director in the Atlantic Coast Conference, the former basketball coach last week was named Athletic Administrator of the Year by the Black Coaches Association. If all goes according to plan and UVA improves its rank in the sure-to-expand ACC, bringing more TV and promotional rights to the University in the bargain, Littlepage’s fame likely will grow brighter.

 

Susan Donovan

With a souring political climate internationally and increasing numbers of displaced persons, Susan Donovan’s work becomes ever more important. That’s because as regional director of the International Rescue Committee she helps settle more than 100 refugees in the area each year. When she took her present position in 1998, Donovan had lived in the City off and on for almost 15 years. She spent much of the ’80s traveling with IRC. She wanted to work with the group, she says, “because it’s so effective. It meets problems directly, without bureaucracy.”

IRC resettles 10 to 15 percent of the refugees who enter the country, and the Charlottesville office is the smallest in its 19-branch national network. The group opened an office here, Donovan says, because “Charlottesville is so welcoming and full of community spirit, and it’s so easy to network here.”

In addition to the City’s openness to newcomers, Donovan cites the region’s freakishly low unemployment rate (currently at 2.8 percent) as a bonus. Her office sponsors a refugee clinic at UVA and an interpreter service with bilingual speakers of 12 languages, including Serbo-Croatian, Burmese and Swahili. On June 20, Donovan’s office celebrates IRC’s 70th anniversary and World Refugee Day on the Downtown Mall. Meanwhile, Charlottesvillians can celebrate the countless contributions Donovan and her colleagues have made in the five-year history of the local IRC.

 

David Toscano

After 12 years in local government, attorney David Toscano is tucking a $6 million feather in his political cap.

As a former City Councilor and Mayor, Toscano witnessed the Downtown Mall’s evolution from sketchy dead zone to the center of Charlottesville’s social life. Now he’s overseeing a multi-million-dollar project to usher in the Mall’s next incarnation as a tourist net.

While building the Mall in 1976, the City ran out of money before it could finish an east end plaza. In 2001, Council decided that a $6.5 million Federal grant for alternative transportation could be used for a bus transfer station and pedestrian walkway outside City Hall. (The space is tentatively dubbed President’s Plaza, although Toscano is asking creative citizens to suggest a more inspired name.) The City also will pour local money into a Mall overhaul, including a new amphitheater, a complete rebricking and destination signage (may we suggest “This way to boutique-and-latte wonderland”?).

Council tapped Toscano to lead a steering committee of Downtown business owners. They’re supposed to be advising the project’s architects, although some members complain the committee is merely a rubber stamp for the City’s agenda.

Either way, Toscano is presiding over the biggest changes to Downtown since the Mall’s construction. As a Councilor, Toscano helped bring the Federal dollars to Charlottesville, and he helped get the project underway as the Feds warned Council to use the money or lose it. Just as 30 years ago a proposed change to the Mall engendered controversy, so does this transfer station project make some skittish. As a former elected official, Toscano is unfazed by the noise: His affinity for the give-and-take of politics is still making things happen in Charlottesville.

 

Margie Shepherd

In the name of higher teacher’s compensation, eighth-grade civics teacher Margie Shepherd has been a major pinprick in the Albemarle County Board of Supervisors’ sides for years now. As President of the Albemarle Education Association, she’s not afraid to come out kicking.

At the March 12 Board of County Supervisors budget hearing, Shepherd, who teaches at J.T. Henley Middle School, stood before the large crowd and screamed into the microphone, “We get awards for excellence in our schools and you get awards for being too tight-fisted to give budget increases?” When it comes to bread-and-butter issues, Shepherd has a long history of yelling the loudest.

“You find the money,” she hollered at the Supes, referring to the 2003-04 fiscal budget. “It’s all in the priority!” The next month, they approved the 2003-04 school operations budget exceeding $104 million and coming in at $4 million above the previous year’s budget.

Victory is sweet, but Shepherd will continue to fight, she says.

“I think that the County School Board is headed in the right direction,” she says, “but the Supervisors are more concerned with keeping the budget low than they are doing the right thing by the students and educators.”

She has other fights up her sleeve, too, like extra planning time for teachers. “There’s been an increase in demands with no increase in teachers’ time,” she says. For the 2003-04 school year, Shepherd plans to add mentoring projects to her busy schedule—including a project for new teachers to be managed in conjunction with UVA.

That doesn’t mean she’ll lose sight of her core concern. Where advocating for teacher’s salaries is the matter, she says, “It’s definitely not a done deal!”

 

Sonia Cabell

Sonia Cabell of 10 1/2 Street NW is tired of her neighborhood’s reputation as a haven for crime and drugs. There were 21 reports of drug activity in the 10th and Page neighborhood last year, according to police records. But turf battles and JADE busts are not the whole story, says Cabell. People there are working to improve their lives, she says.

“People are always going to look at this as a drug area, and I don’t think it’s right,” she says. “They don’t give us a chance to change.”

Cabell represents 10th and Page in a program called “Block by Block.” A City-sponsored group called the Quality Community Council wants to recruit block captains for 11 Charlottesville neighborhoods. Cabell’s goal is to encourage more City involvement with her neighborhood.

“In the past, the only time we see City people is when a crime is going on,” Cabell says. “Where are they before the crime happens?”

Cabell is getting her wish. The City is trying to spruce up 10th and Page just as public, private and University interests undertake new development on W. Main Street. Last year police installed two permanent officers in the neighborhood. Moreover, the City, in partnership with the Piedmont Housing Alliance, has bought 16 houses in the neighborhood to refurbish and resell.

Gentrification will be part of the future for 10th and Page, but for now Cabell sees her role as bridging the gap between City Hall and people historically neglected by and suspicious of government. Since becoming a block captain in December, Cabell helped persuade the City to put up four-way stop signs on her street. She’s also conducting bake sales to help her neighbors afford the increased trash-sticker fees.

At first, Cabell feared she’d catch hell from her neighbors for working with the City.

“There’s been no grief at all,” she says. “It’s all about my neighbors. We’re working on this together.”

 

Pamela Peterson

Pamela Peterson had been baking crunchy canapés at home where her dog, Sam, would regularly enjoy them. One day a co-worker at Boxer Learning recommended she sell the treats. So, taking the advice, in 2000 Peterson began peddling her delectable dog treats at the City Market. Within a week, the appropriately dubbed Sammy Snacks were building a loyal clientele. Encouraged, Peterson quit her job and went into the bone-shaped treat business full time. Since then she’s been on a crusade to restore good eating to the City—and country’s—canines.

The idea behind Sammy Snacks was to create a treat that Peterson could share with her dog—something free of preservatives, chemicals, cholesterol and sodium.

“I was so unhappy with the treats available at the store,” says Peterson, “and Sam always wanted a bite of what I was eating.” Her latest crunchy product, a CranOat treat that has earned a “Virginia’s Finest” designation, has a light granola texture.

She can bake a yummy snack for Bowser, but Peterson’s deeper contribution is as an employer. Seven of Peterson’s 10 employees are highly functioning adults with mild to severe brain injuries.

“These are intelligent, functional individuals,” she says, “who didn’t have sheltered workshops geared toward their specific needs.”

At present, Peterson’s treat-loving customer base only continues to grow—she distributes 2,000 pounds of doggie biscuits and 20,000 pounds of all-natural dog and cat food per month to upscale pet boutiques nationwide. Next month, Peterson will relocate to the corner space of the Gleason’s building on Garrett Street. There, locals can pick up a 10-ounce container of Sammy Snacks for $5.50. Maybe it’s a dog-eat-dog world after all.

 

Charlottesville Downtown Foundation

For an organization that previously operated in relative obscurity, the Charlottesville Downtown Foundation has taken a lot of heat in the past couple of months. Now nearly everyone knows the name of the non-profit group behind Court Days, the Dogwood Blues Festival and Fridays After 5. But the newfound fame does not come because CDF has been successful in its mission to promote the Historic Downtown area nor because it contributes profits to a slew of local charities. No, CDF’s notoriety arises from a $3 price tag—the fee the group attached this year to the Fridays’ gate, which for the previous 15 years had been free.

While it’s possible that no one will ever be able to tabulate the real value of a Foreigner concert (the ’80s rockers will play a rescheduled show at the Downtown Amphitheater on September 19), the public has offered plenty of other wisdom to CDF—to wit, find new sponsors, raise the beer prices, if you must, but for Pete’s sake keep Fridays free.

As if Fridays didn’t raise enough sparks, CDF’s already burned credibility (high employee turnover and a perception of mismanagement hasn’t helped) went to charcoal with the news last month that it would discontinue its annual Fourth of July fireworks display.

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Life saver

For various—and to me, valid—reasons I am opposed to human cloning. Still, I wish there were some way in which to duplicate Ted Rall. If not his very being, at least the fast track on which his brain cells run, and the blinding sharpness of his ability to sniff out the phony. The patently untrue. The dangerously stupid.

Rall’s columns are often painful to read, because of the blinding sharpness referred to above. But it’s a healthy syndrome. His words tell me that, in spite of an Administration whose ineptness is far surpassed by its capacity to do harm, it hasn’t affected my own ability to sniff. There is a strange comfort in seeing one’s own opinions and impressions and, yes, fears spread out so comprehensively. And to realize that were it possible for Rall’s “tribe to increase,” his solutions would become not only the flavor of the week, but the saver of our now uncertain future. Thanks for publishing him.

Barbara Rich

Charlottesville

 

Raising awareness

I am very appreciative for C-VILLE Weekly’s interest in my efforts to promote positive father involvement through the Charlottesville Fatherhood Initiative as demonstrated by your profile [“Father figure,” Fishbowl, May 20]. With your indulgence I would like to clarify three points.

The Good Dads Program referred to in the article is actually a program of Children, Youth & Family Services Inc. CYFS offers a range of services in support of the children and families in our community. They have been staunch supporters and an invaluable partner to CFI.

My second point is actually from my children. They wanted to say that their restriction from most electronic media took place when they were younger. Now as teenagers and beyond, they report they haven’t felt deprived. As parents we focused on helping our kids explore the world and express themselves in it. This was greatly helped by supportive family, friends and school settings.

Lastly, the article does not mention my wonderful wife, Mary. We have been equal partners in our adventure as parents for more than 20 years. She persevered through 14 years of pregnancies and breast-feeding and has maintained her positive attitude and deep wisdom throughout our marriage. Her support, insights and encouragements are an important contribution to my work with Fatherhood Initiative.

Thank you again for your interest in the Charlottesville Fatherhood Initiative.

Josh Stewart-Silver

Charlottesville

 

Damaged goods

Perhaps a closer look at the photo included with your article about struggling children’s resale in Charlottesville [“Resale for sale,” Fishbowl, June 3] can help explain—observe the sign that reads “no playing with toys.” I visited My Silly Goose with my two children, who are admittedly noisy but well behaved. It was made clear by Ms. Juers that children were not welcome in her store, which is also overpriced compared to equivalent adult clothing consignment shops. My older son merely pointed at one of the toys for sale and she ran over and followed him throughout the store. This is in contrast to the semi-annual Lollipop Shop children’s consignment for charity run by Christy Wenzel, where children are most certainly made to feel like important customers as well as their parents. Perhaps Ms. Juers should look inward for a reason for her lack of traffic—I tried it and decided not to go back and I am probably not the only one.

Mary Ellen Wagner

Ruckersville

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Deadline blues

Hawkins fails to file, Mitch marches on

Blair Hawkins made a last minute decision not to deliver his Republican nomination speech at the local party’s mass meeting on June 2. For one thing, he missed the filing deadline of May 27 at 7pm and couldn’t be nominated, period. For another thing, other than the railing against the evils of urban renewal, ever-dramatic, never-delivered speeches are Hawkins’ only platform.

In an e-mail to Mitch Van Yahres dated March 15, Hawkins announced his intentions to seek the Republican nomination for the 57th District in the Virginia House of Delegates. But somewhere in his preparations to unseat the longtime Democratic incumbent, Hawkins forgot to turn in his paperwork with a $500 check.

“Frankly, I think [area Republicans] are happy I’m not running,” said Hawkins while passing out a copy of his silent nomination speech at the meeting.

“I don’t own property or a business,” he wrote. “I have no money, power, or influence.

“I don’t have a network of cronies to whom I owe political favors.”

According to Hawkins, what he did have to offer was ideas—eliminating funding for the Charlottesville Redevelopment and Housing Authority was one and a bill stating “annexation requires voter approval of those to be annexed” was another. Of course, in order to introduce a bill, one does have to meet a deadline or two.

“Frankly, when no one filed, it was certainly a bit of a shock,” says Keith Drake, chairman of the Albemarle GOP. “But pure and simple, Hawkins missed his filing deadlines.

“You start fudging the rules, and everything breaks loose.”

As far as Hawkins’ political career is concerned, he claims his main priority now is to breathe new life into political theater. The next stop on his one-man show is scheduled to be the Independence Day Parade in Scottsville.

If he can make it on time, that is.—Kathryn E. Goodson

 

Striving to be average

Supes give themselves a raise to be on par

June 4 was a red-letter day for the Albemarle County Board of Supervisors. First, members of the County School Board deemed the day “Board of County Supervisors Day,” thereby awarding each member one 100 Grand candy bar for each year of completed service. (Supervisor Walter Perkins, for example, got 1,600 Grand.)

Then, to really get the party started, they gave themselves a raise.

Effective July 1, annual salaries for the Board will increase 2 percent to $11,890 from $11,657. Come January 1, their compensation will leap again to $12,104.

Supervisor Sally Thomas was quick to point out that in comparison to other counties in the State, compensation for Albemarle supervisors is below average.

“We’re at 76 percent of what we cost the citizens of Albemarle County,” said Thomas, comparing Albemarle to other counties in 100-percent terms.

“In fact, we’re below average in almost everything.”

A sole citizen stood to oppose the Supes’ salary increase, describing himself as an average senior citizen of the County living on a fixed income.

“I oppose this because I don’t think any of you said, ‘Gee, this is a really swell-paying job,’” he said. “Are they any of you who ran, who didn’t know what the job paid?”

The Board took turns defending their yearly salary increase, beginning with Supervisor Charles Martin who voted against a raise years ago.

“It just occurs to me that over the years what we give to ourselves,” he said, “we give to the County.”

Chairman Lindsay Dorrier agreed. “This Board is very well balanced,” he said. “This increase encourages the average citizen to run for the Board.”

Still, that outspoken average citizen continued to question the Board’s rationale, “especially if some of you are going to be running for re-election,” he said. Throughout his comments, Thomas observed with a silent smirk.

“And why are you smiling, Sally?” he demanded.

To which Thomas gave no reply. —Kathryn E. Goodson

 

Home movies

Young refugees commit their experiences to film

A young woman lingers in a rug shop because it reminds her of her native Afghan-istan. A West African teenager looks with affection and wonderment at his two younger brothers, who already seem to have forgotten Togo, the country of their birth. An Ethiopian girl watches her mother dance in the kitchen while making dinner. A Bosnian girl deals with new surroundings and the death of her father, while another wistfully watches home-movie footage of her going-away party.

These are moments from five carefully crafted documentaries about the refugee experience, made by immigrant teenagers living in Charlottesville. All good documentaries give the viewer a glimpse of something new, and these more than answer that call by showing us our own City from probably unfamiliar perspectives.

Placing cameras in the hands of these young refugees was the result of collaboration between Light House, a local film mentoring program, and the International Rescue Committee, a humanitarian agency dedicated to assisting refugees.

“The IRC had teamed up in other cities with youth media centers and done other sorts of similar projects,” says Shannon Worrell, a mentor in the project and Light House’s founder. “This just seemed like a complementary collaboration, because it seemed to be happening in more than one place, this idea of refugees making films.”

IRC Regional Director Susan Donovan adds, “It was just one of those Char-lottesville things where the synergy just kind of happens all at once.”

The five students—Tadlch Wubet, from Ethiopia; Sahar Adish, Afghanistan; Tea Andric, Bosnia; Joe Gbeblewou, Togo; and Sanja Jovanovich, Bosnia—are all between the ages of 15 and 17. Donovan chose them from among Charlottesville’s many refugee families “basically based on who could get there,” meaning who could spend virtually every Saturday for the first three months of the year working with mentors on their documentary assignments.

In addition to Worrell, Charlottesville-based filmmakers Paul Wagner and Temple Fennell, and counselor Nora Brookfield acted as mentors, offering the students technical guidance and advice. The program roughly followed the structure of most Lighthouse initiatives: The students were given access to digital cameras and editing equipment (mostly iMac software), and, with the mentors’ assistance, navigated a series of filmmaking projects.

The course culminated with each student creating a short documentary (about five minutes long) about his experience as a refugee since coming to Charlottesville.

“By and large, they had not had any experience or practice in making films, so it was a new thing for them,” Wagner says. “It’s one of those things where in some ways they’re very much like the kids we normally work with—they’re young, they’re bright, they’re excited about it. But what’s amazing is their stories are so different and so dramatic compared to the more typical high school kid.”

Andric, a dark-haired, well-spoken Charlottesville High School graduate who will attend UVA next year, says the “students were free to be pretty artistic.

“You choose everything,” she says. “You make your own decisions.”

Andric worked with Wagner on her film, Regret. “I was lucky to have him as a mentor,” she says. “You can feel, and see, and sense that he knows what he’s doing.”

The films will be shown at a premiere event at Vinegar Hill Theatre on June 16, with the filmmakers and their families attending. For most students, it will be the first time they have shown the film to those closest to them.

Andric, for one, is nervous, “because all the movies that we made are a little bit personal.

“It was hard, but I knew it was going to be hard,” she says in the voice-over on her film. “It’s definitely not easy to change everything in one day. But I don’t regret. Not at all.”—Paul Henderson

 

Skirting the issue

Reigning drag queens come out for AIDS benefit

It was Sunday, and Miss Jennifer D’ville was in the spirit. Dressed in a flowy white pantsuit and an eye-catching brooch, she writhed, throwing her body and soul into her performance, pointing to the ceiling, to the floor, mouthing the words “This battle is not yours! It belongs to the Lord!” as choirs and organs pulsated in the background. Her finely styled curls unfurled, bouncing about her head in a tangled mess. The crowd didn’t care. They were transfixed, swaying, some dancing in the aisles, more approaching the stage where she stood front and center, and dropping tithings at her feet. Hallelujah.

D’ville was working it for a higher purpose, in this case AIDS/HIV Services Group. The reigning Miss Charlottesville was one of 13 drag performers who lent her considerable talents to “A Wonderous World,” ASG’s fund-raising show Sunday, June 1 at Club 216 that netted more than $5,000 from the 120 attendees to support the community organization.

To be sure, D’ville’s performance fell to the subtle side of drag numbers. Most of the other gals on stage went the more traditional route, pulling out booty-shaking numbers or tear-jerking ballads by modern divas like Kylie Minogue, Faith Hill and, alas, Celine Dion.

But it wasn’t your typical drag show, either. Some surprised, like Lucky Supremo’s sensual yet demure mariachi number. And some entertained unintentionally, like poor Miss Harrisonburg-at-Large whose ultra-short skirt kept riding up throughout her performance of “All Fired Up,” as helpful audience members tried to keep her candy all covered up.

Indeed, being helpful was the point of the evening. The funds raised through ticket sales and tips for the performers (who combed the audience in attempts to “match” pledges by various donors) went to ASG, now in its 16th year of offering services to sufferers of AIDS and, more importantly, educating to prevent the spread of the disease.

During the show executive director Kathy Baker took the mike, thanking everyone for their generosity but adding that, “16 years ago I hoped organizations like ASG wouldn’t be around anymore. But now we know that’s not true.”

That’s especially the case since, Baker says, HIV and AIDS infection rates are rising again worldwide, including in Virginia. The State reported that in 2001, the most recent year for which figures are available, 981 new cases of HIV infection were reported.

The reasons for increasing infections, Baker said after the show, are many. Some people see the long lives AIDS patients are currently able to achieve through various drug regimens and misconstrue it as a cure. Not so, Baker says. “Living on those treatments effectively is like living on chemotherapy for the rest of your life,” she says. “You might not lose your life as early [as AIDS victims did in the past], but you will lose life you would have had.”

She also says that a loss of “institutional memory” about the disease is partly to blame, as 50 percent of new victims are under age 25, and didn’t have to bury their friends when AIDS first erupted.

It all makes ASG’s existence more crucial, and the funds netted from “A Wondrous World” better spent. While last year ASG ran into scandal over alleged mishandling of its former shelter for AIDS patients, Baker says ASG and its client services continue to expand. It has to. For one thing, no other organization has stepped in to do a better job.

“The demand has been growing and we’ve worked very hard to grow in a way that’s appropriate in the demand,” she says. “We’re working to bring the com-munity up to speed regarding prevention, creating targeted programs for high-risk populations including youth, street outreach, African-American men and women, the Latino population and men who have sex with men,” she says.

“As long as AIDS is here, so will we be.”—Eric Rezsnyak

 

Tropea in hot water

Water crisis come to a boil 

Things got snippy the last time Council talked water. On May 19, Council bickered over raising water rates to pay for costly expansions to the local water supply. At that meeting, Rivanna Water and Sewer Authority Director Larry Tropea listened, clearly exasperated, as Council questioned how the RWSA collects and spends money. Finally, Council refused to support the higher rates.

When the proposed rate hike came before Council again on Monday, June 2, everything seemed peachy. City staff promised to investigate Council’s questions, including adjustments to the water rate system that would promote conservation by charging less as people use less. Currently, the RWSA relies on customer fees for all its revenue, so it must raise rates when usage declines. During the drought, many complained that the present system penalizes conservation.

Council unanimously supported the higher rates with no squabble. Behind the scenes, however, tensions in the RWSA hit a rolling boil.

Tropea was conspicuously absent from the June 2 meeting. Sources close to the Authority said Tropea had been clashing with the RWSA board of directors, and it was likely that Tropea may resign or be fired. Then, on Wednesday, June 4, the Daily Progress reported Tropea had taken a “paid administrative leave” while the board considers his employment situation.

Former RWSA board chairman Richard Collins helped hire Tropea two years ago; they worked together through last summer’s drought before Collins was replaced this winter by homebuilder Michael Gaffney. Collins says Tropea and the RWSA board––made up of public officials from Charlottesville and Albemarle––were often at odds over control of the RWSA.

In the past, Collins says the RWSA and its sister corporation, the Rivanna Solid Waste Authority, had been mostly controlled by Bill Brent, director of the Albemarle County Service Authority, and Judith Mueller, director of the City’s department of public works. The board hired Tropea––who managed Pennsylvania’s water resources for that state’s former governor, Tom Ridge––to lead the RWSA and the RSWA through a natural resource crisis.

When Tropea arrived, the region’s growth was threatening to outpace its water supply, a condition critically exacerbated by recent drought. Furthermore, the RSWA faced huge deficits after the Environmental Protection Agency forced it to close the Ivy Landfill, which brought in revenue through tipping fees, last year.

In Pennsylvania, Tropea had presided over a traditional bureaucratic chain of command. But here he answered to City and County political leaders. Collins believes Tropea’s desire for decisive action was often hampered by City-County disputes over how to divide the cost of expansion projects.

“Tropea was always wondering ‘Do I have the money? Do I have the support?’ He felt those answers were never clear,” Collins says.

Tropea and RWSA board members declined to comment.

Other sources say that Tropea didn’t give enough deference to his political bosses in the City and County, especially now that, for the first time, vast public expenditures will be required to keep the RWSA and the RSWA running.

“His sense of how to do his job went crossways with how the board had always worked in the past,” says Collins. “I don’t think he recognized how difficult it all could be.” —John Borgmeyer

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Tim and Vincent’s Excellent Culinary Adventure

The clock is ticking. A dishwasher furiously scours knives as the grill chef checks the fryer by his station. Amidst the loud intermittent clank of utensils and pans against stainless steel countertops, Tim Burgess, co-owner of Bang and chef for the night, swiftly dices mint in preparation for the many Thai carrot salads and peanut-sesame vinaigrettes he’ll serve this evening. It’s 4:30pm and in less than one hour Bang will be a flurry with Charlottesville’s hippest. They’ll devour Pacific Blue snapper, grilled oyster mushrooms and 60-second sirloin. The trademark cosmopolitans and boutique martinis will flow, if not exactly freely in this upscale, see-and-be-seen restaurant, then liberally. Burgess and partner Vincent Derquenne are the brains—and the whisks—behind the operation.

 

Meanwhile, outside on the Downtown Mall, it’s a typical Saturday night. Weekend tourists and locals flock to the pulsating heart of Charlottesville. By nightfall, the eight blocks of pedestrian promenade will be transformed into a kind of ocean-less boardwalk. Vagabond musicians set up their drum circles and guitars as street vendors refold and re-pile their tables of T-shirts, scarves and sweaters. Waiters set tables at any one of the 20 outdoor cafés. One by one, moviegoers flock to buy tickets for the early show.

At some point during the evening, the same thought will cross many Mall visitors’ minds—dinner. That’s where Burgess and Derquenne step in.

They are the co-owners of three of the most popular and successful Downtown restaurants—all within two blocks of each other. Together, the duo has created Metro, with its new Mediterranean flair reigning over Water Street; Bizou, Burgess and Derquenne’s flagship diner directly on the Mall; and the youngest in the restaurant trio, Asian-infused Bang on Second Street around the corner from Metro.

On this night while Burgess directs Bang, Derquenne will baby-sit Metro, creating appetizers like antipasti, charcuterie platters and mozzarella tarts smeared with caramelized onions. He’ll also be in charge of the fish—gulf shrimp swimming in creamy polenta, pan-fried soft shell crabs dunked in remoulade cream sauce and salmon-wrapped phyllo with roasted polenta under a layer of rich tomato.

Bizou, which by design is staffed by veterans of the Derquenne-Burgess team, will be taking care of itself. There, chef Sean Lawford, in his sixth year at Bizou, will serve up such longtime local favorites as homemade meatloaf with chipotle ketchup and banana bread smothered under praline sauce and vanilla ice cream.

He won’t have a second to sit down once the patrons start pouring in and lining up for outdoor tables, but Lawford has no complaints. “Vincent and Tim have been mentors and give me a lot of culinary freedom and support,” he says. “I doubt I’ll ever work for anyone else again.”

 

It’s 5pm and Burgess has just finished typing the evening’s menu for Bang. Clad in clingy black halter tops and tight slacks, the bartenders and waiters arrive. By 5:30pm, Burgess will have pored over the selections for the evening with the staff. By 6:30pm, five waiters, two bartenders, one dishwasher and two chefs will be knocking elbows in the 13’ X 20’ kitchen that harks back to the former house’s Depression-era roots.

A waiter vacuums beneath the black booths, brushing off the faux, slightly tattered leopard-skin seat cushions as a bartender wipes down a lime-green shellacked counter. Someone clicks on the stereo, and the lilting beat of Macy Gray reverberates off the maroon-veined wallpaper (which is also beginning to show a few signs of wear—perhaps a symptom of Bang’s life in the fast lane). During the course of the evening, this tight, dimly lit space will serve upwards of 70 people. With the same number expected to visit Metro, and a whopping 220 at Bizou, Derquenne and Burgess will please the palates of nearly 400 diners on a single night. Burgess and Derquenne may be riding a wave of success that is the envy of every would-be restaurateur in the City, but it’s a far cry from where they started.

Theirs was a chance meeting in the late 1980s, when both worked in a Crozet restaurant known as The Gallery. How could the then-20somethings know that at the intersection of routes 240 and 250, Derquenne’s Parisian upbringing and Burgess’ West Virginia roots would eventually become ingredients in one of the longest lived and most successful restaurant partnerships in the City? Could they have any idea, moreover, that together they would stumble upon what would soon become a trait of Charlottesville cuisine—the new French-Southern cuisine?

In 1991, Derquenne, who had by then been out of The Gallery for one year, began to work at one of the few restaurants on the deserted Downtown Mall. It was an upscale diner named Fat City. The menu evidenced some culinary strides, such as meats nouvelle, a fine wine list and gourmet desserts, but internally, the Fat City partnership was falling apart.

“Those guys were doing some very interesting things,” says Derquenne.

“Fat City was a great concept, with a great chef,” adds Burgess, “but a horrible business partnership.”

After what Derquenne describes as an impromptu board meeting at the Dragon Lady restaurant, he and Burgess decided to purchase Fat City. In those days a location on the barren Mall came at just the right price, but it was still a lot to the fledgling entrepreneurs. They combined a $10,000 loan from Derquenne’s father with another $10,000 that Burgess had saved and the proceeds from a home-equity loan that Burgess and his wife took on their house to launch the business. Scared to death of the recession, and worried about coming off as too high end, Burgess and Derquenne took their time transforming Fat City into their first baby, Metropolitain.

“We had no pricey cuts of meat, nothing too fancy,” says Burgess. ”There was even a burger on the menu. We very slowly removed certain things, while adding others.”

Nevertheless, the first two-and-a-half years were little more than a struggle for the partners. Neither the sparkle of Burgess’ bright blue eyes nor Derquenne’s Gallic charm (“dees dish is some-ting spectaculahr”) could conquer the Mall’s declining economy.

Downtown shops and boutiques were failing, upper floors of nearly every building were vacant, and most merchants shut their doors at 6pm. In terms of dining, Eastern Standard on the west end and C&O on the east end were upscale bookends on either side of nothing.

Among local companies and establishments, The Michie Company (later Lexis-Nexis), the National Ground Intelligence Center and SNL Securities made their home Downtown. Nearby employees came out for lunch, but rarely hung around for dinner.

“Lunch was packed every day,” recalls Terry Shotwell, who has owned the Nook since 1990. “There was nothing else down here to eat. For lunches, it was us and the Hardware Store.

“The thing is, no one was open for dinner except for maybe Miller’s and Sal’s.”

Shotwell, who had previously owned Terry’s Place around the corner on Fourth Street from the present-day Nook, even recounts the point when City Council approached the proprietors of Sal’s Pizzeria, The Hardware Store and Miller’s to sell them on the idea of “café-style,” or outdoor, seating.

“They were doing everything they could to draw people Downtown, make it more inviting,” she says.

Burgess and Derquenne had no illusions about what they were facing. Indeed, even in robust settings, one-third of new restaurants go out of business in less than a year, according to the National Restaurant Association. By year five, the figure jumps to 70 percent.

“We worked and cooked out of fear, period,” says Burgess. “It definitely wasn’t going to our heads.”

More than once the thought crossed their minds that they had made a mistake.

 

Derquenne and Burgess waited until well into Metropolitain’s third year to add the sort of culinary delights they had their sights set on from the beginning. It took that long to build up an adventurous clientele.

At the end of 1994, a fancy new restaurant named Brasa opened at 215 W. Water St., the current location of Oxo. Brasa was the first to bring big-city flashiness to Charlottesville. The interior was a spectacle and the glowing restaurant reviews in major newspapers were attractive, to say the least.

“They were the first outfit to dump a bunch of money into a big space like that,” says Burgess. “Up until then, everyone else was just sort of winging it, including us.”

During the same period, Doug Smith and Sean Concannon purchased and re-opened Eastern Standard (which had been shuttered by its first owners, Ken and Betty Jane Mori). Trying to peel off Standard’s former reputation as having “the slowest service in town,” like Derquenne and Burgess, Smith and Concannon were struggling to make themselves known with little money.

“We were sort of the poor stepchild of Brasa when we opened,” says Smith. “We just didn’t have the big splash.”

“We had to look at this like it was our contribution to Charlottesville,” says Concannon, who recounts going out every morning to pick up trash in the empty parking lot across the street where the ice park is now located just so customers wouldn’t see it while dining.

Ever nervous about business, Burgess and Derquenne methodically continued to add new dishes to Metropolitain’s menu, while wiping away conventional stand-bys like hamburgers. Inside, the act of embellishing the menu with dishes like whole quail, potato chevre croquettes and blackberry gastrique may have spurred massive anxiety attacks in the partners. But outside, those same dishes were beginning a buzz—one Burgess and Derquenne wouldn’t apprehend for some time.

“Not only was Metropolitain sort of the new place in town,” says Concannon, “but they were really setting the standard for fresh food and new ideas.”

 

By 1995, the partners saw the light at the end of the tunnel—or at least saw it as well as their bleary eyes would permit, given the exhausting hours they were putting in at Metropolitain. The economy was flush again, and Downtown development was becoming the new name of the game.

“We had a talk with [high-profile developer] Lee Danielson,” says Burgess, “and he said, ‘Hang around, don’t go anywhere, we’re going to be changing this Mall.’

“And, so we stuck it out.”

Indeed, in the couple of years to follow a renewed vitality began to simmer on the Downtown Mall—and restaurants soon followed.

The Charlottesville Ice Park (a project of Danielson and then-partner Colin Rolph) broke ground, with a new movie complex and the Second Street crossover next on the to-do lists (also Danielson-Rolph projects). High-tech companies moved to Downtown buildings instead of renting Lysol-laden cubicles in the County. Live music, street vendors and packed outdoor cafés attracted more and more visitors to the Mall.

In 1996, Bill and Kate Hamilton gave birth to Hamiltons’ in the former H & M shoe store, whose renovation was the brainchild of another high-profile developer, Gabe Silverman. Barbara Shifflett (now of Station and Mono Loco) walked past the present Mono Loco location on Water Street (then Rose’s Burritos) and asked the power man what business he was cutting off. The rest is crazy monkey history. Christian Tamm opened the highly successful Sylvia’s Pizza next to the Hardware Store (later he relocated his business and dubbed it Christian’s Pizza).

As Shifflett went on to transform Mono Loco into a Caribbean-style eatery, Hamiltons’ became the airy, brightly colored destination for New American cuisine. These business owners, like other up-and-coming restaurateurs, looked to Derquenne and Burgess.

“They were already players,” says Bill Hamilton. “They figured in heavily on how we were going to market ourselves, but really we wanted to complement what they were doing.”

But that would prove difficult, for Burgess and Derquenne were already growing restless with the state of Metropolitain.

Amidst the rising tide of Mall rejuvenation in 1996, Derquenne and Burgess decided to expand. They would add another restaurant to their assets, and add more formal, innovative cuisine to their repertoire.

They moved Metropolitain to its Water Street location (now Metro). With the upscale endeavor came a dressier space, an open kitchen, white coats and a new menu: Eclectic and artistic dishes emerged, like coq au vin with sautéed arugula and rabbit livers with toasted brioche.

But the site of the first Metropolitain would remain their flagship restaurant. They renamed it Bizou (meaning “sweet kisses”after the parting words Derquenne regularly uttered to his mother, “Bizou, Bizou”) and hired a chef. They would retain most of the diner-style favorites on the menu, like cornmeal-crusted catfish quesadillas and ice cream soda floats. With their personal drive for variety and excitement, they now offered Charlottesville one elegant diner, and one elegant dining experience.

“Before I met Tim,” says Derquenne. “I had never even seen a grit. When I go home, even today, I try to explain what grits are and people have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about.”

 

Early last year, Derquenne and Burgess made another purchase: the former Memory & Company space on Second Street. They set out to make their third restaurant, Bang.

A few days before opening night in March 2002, with characteristic aplomb, Derquenne and Burgess decided to scrap the entire Bang menu and go strictly for appetizers, pursuing another dream—to invent and serve Asian-influenced food. On top of that, they would create a drink menu as spectacular as the food.

“We really wanted to distance this place from the other two,” says Burgess.

They were also in the process of completing renovations at Metropolitain, eventually creating an ultra-colorful, geometric, “Romper Room”-style space, including a Mediterranean-infused menu. They reduced prices, and the name. The space would now be called Metro. It would feature dishes like duck prosciutto, pecorino pizzas and tuna stuffed with caponata.

Expanding to three establishments carries some risk, as many agree that part of the success and charm of the first two restaurants lies with Derquenne and Burgess themselves. Juggling minor and major details alike is a task the two carry seamlessly—all three restaurants tallied in at zero critical food violations in recent State health inspections. Personality and the human touch are essential ingredients in the restaurant business, says Concannon, whose Eastern Standard has now become Escafé.

“That’s the most important part to owning a successful restaurant,” he says. “Tim and Vince had it, naturally.”

Tamm concurs. “It’s the look on the owner’s face, him greeting you, the consistency of that, in general, that makes or breaks a restaurant,” he says, adding that Bizou (where neither owner cooks regularly anymore) is the absolute best meal on the Mall for the money.

“When an owner’s not there, the customer can feel there’s a different atmosphere in the store,” Tamm says.

And then there are the dangers of handling too many projects at once.

“Your focus can get distracted,” says Shifflett, who also opened Rapture. “You move your eye to a different area of interest.

“But, when you have a lot of energy, it’s hard to limit yourself when you feel limitless.”

Still, on this busy Saturday night, 12 years after they first hung out their “Open for Business” sign, both Burgess and Derquenne are confident that Bizou is in good hands.

“You always want every restaurant to be self-sufficient,” says Burgess. “Right now, that’s Bizou.”

Back at Bang, as the bartender slides behind him to rinse a bucket from the bar, Burgess whisks the remaining chocolate chips into the mousse for the popular Chocolate 3 Way dessert. He puts it into the fridge and pulls out another handful of mint.

“At any moment,” he says with a wisdom born of years of working Charlottesville’s best kitchens, “a customer may pop their head through this curtain and say, ‘Hey, what’s good tonight?’”