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Tuesday, December 7
Driver cited for hit-and-run

Acting, they said, on a couple of Crimestoppers tips, Albemarle County Police today charged a Free Union man with felony hit-and-run. Nineteen-year-old Liza Jones was struck on Earlysville Road late on November 29 as she crawled from her wrecked car. She had been proceeding north on the winding road that is often traveled at relatively high speeds and has recently been the scene of several non-fatal mishaps. She hit an embankment and her car flipped. She was killed after a pickup truck—police allege it was Robert Steven Newell’s—struck her and kept going. Newell, 57, was released today on $15,000 bond.

 

Wednesday, December 8
UVA under federal civil rights investigation

The Chronicle of Higher Education today reports that the Education Department’s civil rights office is investigating a complaint against UVA. In the complaint, filed on behalf of a white man who was denied undergraduate admission to the University, UVA is said to have passed over the student “in the name of diversity,” Peter Schmidt reports. Previously UVA was under pressure from anti-affirmative action groups that claim the university gives preferential treatment to minorities.

 

Thursday, December 9
Gay basher gets time

Today in Charlottesville General District Court, local businessman Sanjiv Bhatia was convicted of assault and battery/misdemeanor in an incident involving Byron Harris. The Commonwealth presented as evidence Harris’ testimony that on the evening of October 29, while walking on the Downtown Mall, he was assaulted by the defendant who, Harris says, called him a “faggot,” made lewd references to sodomy, physically jostled Harris and, at one point, even unzipped his own pants. Two eyewitnesses corroborated Harris’ testimony. By contrast, Bhatia characterized the encounter simply as a “political discussion.” Judge Robert Downer didn’t buy it and found Bhatia guilty, sentencing him to pay a $500 fine as well as serve 90 days in jail with 80 days suspended.

 

Friday, December 10
Longstanding local insurance company sells

Culpeper-based Bankers Insurance announced today that it would acquire Cabell Insurance Associates, a longtime Charlottesville mainstay. Terms of theprivate deal were not disclosed. Cabellfirst opened its doors in 1951, and Chairman Bruce Cabell joined the firm 19 years later. Commenting to C-VILLE on the deal, expected to close before year’s end, Cabell said, “We’d been looking at options for a while asto how to secure the future of the agency and give our employees long-term security. We decided that an acquisition was the most attractive way to go.” Cabell added that there would be no foreseeable management changes, saying “It’s an important arrangement, but not a condition” of the deal.

 

Saturday, December 11
250 accident leaves one
critically injured

Eleven days after a median-crossing accident on the 250 Bypass left three young men dead, a teenage driver crossed lanes on the bypass near Barracks Road in the early morning hours, landing herself and her passenger in the hospital. According to The Daily Progress, neither Shana Latrice Myers, 19, who was driving, nor Martin Luther Arid, 28, was wearing a seat belt. Both were ejected from the car and Myers was reported in critical condition. In a classic example of crummy timing, Jorge Arturo-Deras, who was driving the SUV that Myers hit in the opposite lane, walked away from the collision unhurt but was charged with DUI. “He was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” City Police Lt. Gary Pleasants told the DP.

 

Sunday, December 12
Golden headed to South Bend?

The Boston Globe reports today that New England Patriots offensive coordinator Charlie Weis, tapped to become the next head football coach at Notre Dame, is eyeing Cavaliers defensive coordinator Al Golden for a major recruiting position with the Fighting Irish. The report is attributed only to “sources close to Weis.” The 35-year-old Golden lettered three times as a tight end for Penn State, where later he worked on Joe Paterno’s recruiting staff and as the linebackers coach. According to UVA, one of Golden’s glory moments as a college player came in 1990, when his late touchdown reception tied the score in a game against No. 1-ranked Notre Dame that Penn State eventually won.

 

Monday, December 13
Ramped-up food drive in final week

Holiday shoppers may have 11 shopping days left until Christmas, but they have only six days left to donate nonperishable food to the Thomas Jefferson Area Food Bank in its food drive at Barracks Road Shopping Center. The regional food bank serves Albemarle, Charlottesville, Fluvanna, Greene, Nelson, Culpeper, Madison, Orange and Rappahannock. In 2004, the food bank has collected more than 787,000 pounds of food. In the month of September alone, it served 36,000 hungry area residents.

 

Written by Cathy Harding from news sources and staff reports.

 

 

I need some money
Council considers tax options, salary hikes

What do those people in City Hall do all day? Why does it cost so much damn money? How are we going to pay for it all?

 Those are the hot topics as the City begins to prepare its 2005/06 budget, which will be completed in April and implemented July 1. In the next few weeks, these questions will prompt some painful conversations around Charlottesville—all City departments, as well as all local agencies that receive City funding, must be prepared to cut next year’s budgets by up to 10 percent.

 City Council will decide in the coming months by exactly how much each department and agency will be cut, but it’s already clear that this year’s budget session will be unkind, as the City aims to lower property taxes while facing a projected $3.2 million revenue shortfall.

 Homeowners can look forward to an estimated 11 percent average increase in real estate assessments this year said City Manager Gary O’Connell last week. During its regular meeting on Monday, December 6, Council agreed it would like to cut the City’s real estate tax rate by two cents this year, to $1.07 from $1.09 per $100 of assessed value.

 Even with such a cut, Councilors said homeowners could expect their real estate taxes to rise about 7 percent.

 Councilor Kevin Lynch suggested raising local taxes on personal property to drive in extra money; for most people, that means a tax on cars, which Lynch said are “undertaxed” by the City. Councilor Blake Caravati said he would oppose such a hike, however, because it would hurt small business owners. (A general contractor, Caravati fits that description, as does Lynch, who is a computer consultant.)

 Caravati said later that he would support an extra tax on vehicles that weigh more than 4,500 pounds. “They cause so much damage to our streets, and they’re a luxury, so people should have to pay for them,” he said.

 

Show him the money

One guy who won’t be grumbling this budget season is City Manager Gary O’Connell.

 On Monday, Council approved a new employment agreement for O’Connell, which will net him a 3.5 percent pay raise starting July 1. That will mean an extra $4,907 for O’Connell, who, with an annual salary of $140,213 is the City’s highest-paid employee.

 Councilor Rob Schilling voted against the pay hike. “In times of tight budgets I think it’s time for the CEO of the City to step forward and help out,” said Schilling.

 O’Connell’s counterpart in Albemarle, County Executive Robert Tucker, pockets $143,615 per year.

 

School buses to be less stinky

City kids may not like the sight of school buses, but soon the smell might be a little better.

 Also on Monday, Council accepted a $181,000 grant from the Virginia Department of Mines, Minerals and Energy that will, according to City documents, be used to buy up to four school buses that run on compressed natural gas, which according to the DMME, discharge fewer emission and carbon dioxide than petroleum vehicles.

 

Why not run UVA, too?

During the public comment period of Monday’s meeting, some speakers asked Council to oppose UVA’s bid for charter status.

 Hey, why not? Council has already passed resolutions condemning the U.S. invasion of Iraq and anti-gay legislation passed by the Commonwealth of Virginia. Surely UVA, too, would welcome Council’s advice.—John Borgmeyer

 

 

Is there a draft in here?
Local counselor coaches the nervous on military conditions

Fresh leaks emerge in The New York Times about a late-November cable from the CIA’s outgoing Baghdad station chief describing a continuing deterioration of the security outlook in Iraq. The same day, in The Washington Post, the top commander of troops in the region outlines steps toward drawing down the American presence that could begin as early as next year, even as the Pentagon boosts the force in Iraq to 150,000 in advance of the January elections. Then, in a town-hall-style meeting in Kuwait, Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld is challenged directly by soldiers straining to equip vehicles with armor scrounged from scrap yards and forced to serve beyond original enlistment commitments by stop-loss orders.

 As to whether he thinks a draft is likely to be reinstated, Bob Hoffman, a longtime peace activist and draft counselor volunteering with the Charlottesville Center for Peace and Justice, says, “No one should listen to anyone’s prognostication. They shouldn’t rely on what I say or anyone else. But you must prepare.”

 Last Tuesday evening, December 7, delivering a draft information workshop at Better Than Television, Hoffman described a mobilization timeline that would allow potential inductees little reasonable opportunity to seek deferments and exemptions once called up, if they hadn’t thought about it beforehand. Those exemptions might include conscientious objection, medical reasons, undue hardship and others. Better Than Television, by the way, is an arts collective and activist center located in the old Pudhouse space in Belmont. Other events that have taken place there recently include a drum circle, along with regularly scheduled “Ninja” yoga classes.

 Under the Selective Service System, which requires the registration of all males between the age of 18 and 26, registrants cannot attempt to seek deferments and exemptions until their number has come up in a draft lottery (the lottery first focuses on 20-year-olds) and they have been notified that they have been classified as “available for military service.” And then registrants only have 10 days to do so before they are required to report for induction.

 Ten days is not much time to assemble the necessary documentation to establish medical conditions that may disqualify registrants from military service—Hoffman noted mild forms of asthma or treatment for depression, for instance. Likewise, for registrants who do not belong to widely recognized pacifist religions, it would likely be difficult to compile evidence of a personal belief system that may qualify someone as a conscientious objector.

 Moreover, 10 days is not long to begin reconciling personal beliefs with complicated judicial constructions of what it means to be a conscientious objector, which, Hoffman noted, do not include political opposition to an individual war. For this often difficult process of self-exploration, Hoffman recommends seeking individual guidance from a draft counselor.

 Hoffman, an avuncular gentleman with bushy eyebrows and a strong New York accent, began his career as a draft counselor during the Vietnam War. He was trainedby and volunteered for the Long Island Draft Information and Counseling Center. Conscientious objector advocacy groups like the Washington, D.C.-based Center on Conscience and War and the Philadelphia-based Central Committee for Conscientious Objectors have continued to be active since the end of the draft in the early 1970s, and Hoffman donned his counselor’s hat once more during the first Gulf War as a volunteer with CCPJ as public interest in the possibility of a new draft intensified. After the resumption of major U.S. warfare operations with the invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq, Hoffman met with officials from local city, county and private schools and arranged to conduct a series of draft information classes with senior high school students. Hoffman has no more workshops scheduled currently but says he is always available upon invitation.—Harry Terris

 

HOW TO: Speak pig Latin

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 So you’re probably wondering what the hell you just attempted to read. For your/our enjoyment, C-VILLE painstakingly translated this week’s How To into pig Latin. Follow these easy steps to decipher this article:

If a word begins with one or more consonants, move the first consonant or consonant cluster to the end of the word.

 Add the letters “ay” to the end of the word. So “pig” would be “igpay,” “porker” would be “orkerpay,” and “swine” would be “inesway.”

 For words that begin with a vowel, simply add the letters “yay” to the end of the word.

 Now go back and translate the paragraphs in pig Latin. Wasn’t that fun? Alrightyay, enthay.

 

The bloom is off
Venerable rock club Tokyo Rose to close its doors

Sad, but true.     Tokyo Rose, the sushi restaurant and crimson-colored basement club that Charlottesville’s rock hipsters called home for eight years, will soon close.

 Last week, Rose owner Atsushi Miura confirmed the rumors, saying a deal with a buyer was in the works, but he declined to comment further until the sale was final.

 “Isn’t it sad?” said Max Katz, as she disassembled her guitar effects after her band, Red Wizard, played its first Tokyo Rose show—and, apparently, its last—on Tuesday, December 7.

 In the early ’90s, raves and rock shows found a home in the Tokyo Rose basement. When Miura, himself a guitarist and songwriter, took over the club in 1997 he delivered the delightful incongruence of gourmet sushi and blistering live music that made the venue famous among touring indie rock bands.

 Former Charlottesvillian Darius Van Arman, who now runs the successful Jagjaguwar record label, was the first person to book shows. Van Arman set the tone for how the venue would be run by booking strange art-rock bands and treating the visiting performers well.

 “A lot of people heard of Tokyo Rose, because you could get cheap sushi, free beer and the people there wouldn’t screw you over,” says Tyler Magill, who booked shows at Tokyo Rose in the late ’90s.

 “It’s a testimony to how good a human being Atsushi is that he opened the club and stood by it even when there were problems, even when most good people would have faced facts and closed it,” Magill says.

 Miura’s willingness to book obscure, occasionally awful, sometimes brilliant acts was never lucrative, but it made him a hero to fans of punk, goth and indie music who found it otherwise hard to hear bands they liked in a local scene dominated by jam bands and bluegrass.

 “Tokyo Rose is awesome,” says Allison Smith, who discovered the club when she came to UVA in 1998. “I remember seeing Engine Down and thinking that they were so cool…you know, the way you are when you’re 18. It brings music you can’t hear anywhere else, except maybe at somebody’s house.”

 The Rose also served as one of the only places a local band could get its first show.

 “Even though we played some pretty horrendous shows in our time, [Tokyo Rose] always invited us back,” says Stuart Watson of the local band Graboids. “They’re the only ones who have ever really given a shit about underground music in the Charlottesville area.”

 The favor, however, wasn’t always returned.

 Miura was forced to ban hip hop parties after someone pulled a gun outside the restaurant in 2001. In January of this year, he finally banned punk and goth shows when some fans vandalized neighboring businesses, despite repeated pleas from Miura for better behavior.

 While signs on the club’s door—“Do Not Loiter Outside Ever!”—reflect some of the Rose’s recent problems, Miura’s decision to sell the restaurant and club stemmed more from personal reasons, about which he won’t go on record.

 “I don’t know what we’re going to do now,” says Magill, echoing the thoughts of many local musicians and fans. The Twisted Branch Tea Bazaar has hosted some rock shows recently, but it doesn’t yet qualify as a rock club. The Outback Lodge books local bands and regional hard rock, but so far hasn’t displayed the eclecticism that made the Rose a treasure.

 Last Tuesday, December 7, for example, the night’s lineup was a typical Rose value: five bucks, three bands—a rock trio fronted by girls in sexy miniskirts and go-go boots; a heavily bearded, arty noise duo from Providence, Rhode Island that literally shook the building’s foundations; and Gone Dead Train, an alt-country band from Staunton.

 “We’ll be back sometime, if there’s somewhere to play,” said GDT’s singer. “Let’s hear it for the Tokyo Rose.”—John Borgmeyer

 

 

Liberal tank rolls through town
Ted Kennedy to spill it to the Miller Center

After 42 years in the Senate, Ted Kennedy has lots to talk about. And in a few years Charlottesville residents will be able to read every word of it. On Monday, December 6, Kennedy announced his deal with the UVA-based Miller Center of Public Affairs to become one of the first non-presidential participants in the center’s growing oral history collection.

 The Senator from Massachusetts—a Wahoo himself who earned a degree from UVA Law in 1959—will join the ranks of presidents Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George H. W. Bush and Bill Clinton, who previously sat down with the Miller Center to discuss their lives and times as public officials. Kennedy’s estimated $3.2 million project will begin in 2005, and will likely take six years to complete.

 Given that the liberal Senator’s career spans four decades and nine presidents, “the Kennedy oral history is kind of a complement to the presidents we’ve done,” explains Stephen Knott, team leader on the Kennedy project for the Miller Center. He isn’t the first non-leader-of-the-free-world to open up to the Miller Center—Washington lawyer Lloyd Cutler (who was White House counsel to two presidents) was interviewed in 2003—and Knott says the center’s long-term plan includes “increasing the breadth of our interviews to include public leaders inside and outside the executive branch.”

 No subject matter is off-limits, which leaves open the opportunity to explore Kennedy’s many scandals (his expulsion from Harvard for cheating and the death of Mary Jo Kopechne at Chappaquiddick spring immediately to mind), but Knott says they’ll focus on his experiences in the Senate and public policy work.

 “He’s been on the forefront of health care issues, civil rights issues, led the charge against a number of conservative Supreme Court nominees—there’s a lot to cover,” Knott says.

 Kennedy also won’t be the sole subject. As with the presidential projects, the Miller Center will interview his family, friends, colleagues—and enemies. “We’d be derelict not to interview [Republican Senator and frequent political sparring partner] Orrin Hatch from Utah, who has become something of a friend,” Knott says.

 Once the project is wrapped up, Knott says that the transcripts will be housed at the Miller Center, and will be open to public consumption. “Ultimately, we want to put them online.”

 As for why he chose the Charlottesville connection, Kennedy said in a December 6 press conference that “over the years, the Miller Center has been pre-eminent in developing and implementing [the oral history project] as a resource for historians, and I’m honored and humbled that they’re taking on this project.”—Eric Rezsnyak

 

Name that tune
For Capshaw, with Grammy nods and a Phish in the water, it’s called “more success”

The days may be getting shorter, but the sun is shining steadily these days in the musical kingdom that Coran Capshaw rules. His Charlottesville-based management company, Red Light, is on the cusp of signing Trey Anastasio, guitarist and lead singer for now disbanded jam superstars Phish. And ATO Records, the label Capshaw formed four years ago with Chris Tetzeli, Michael McDonald and a little Red Light client called Dave Matthews, just got another nod from the Grammys.

 Patty Griffin, whose distinctive voice and lucid lyrics have earned her a loyal following across the country, was nominated in the Best Contemporary Folk Album category for this year’s Impossible Dream. It’s her third record for ATO. Additionally, Sasha, an internationally renowned DJ and new Red Light client, was nominated for a Grammy in the Best Remixed Recording category for his remix of Felix Da Housecat’s “Watching Cars Go By,” which is on Sasha’s Involver album.

 And if all that weren’t bright enough, Jem, the ATO lovely now moving up the charts with Suddenly Woken will earn one of the nation’s highest marks of achievement next week: She’ll be a guest on “The Ellen DeGeneres Show” on Wednesday, December 15.

 Time to bust out the sunglasses.

 “We’re pretty proud that Patty’s in there and we try to capitalize on it,” says ATO co-founder and partner Tetzeli. Also nominated in her category are Ani DiFranco, Steve Earle, Eliza Gilkyson and The Carter Family. Between now and awards night, February 13, Grammy nominees enjoy a new wealth of retail and promotional opportunities, he says. “It’s a nice boost for us as a record company.”

 To date, Griffin has sold 108,000 copies of Impossible Dream. Her earlier studio album for ATO, 1000 Kisses, has sold about 160,000 copies since its 2002 release, Tetzeli says, and he’s pleased with those numbers—even if they’re way south of Norah Jones territory. “We’re fortunate with our artists, we feel they make amazing records and have a large lifespan that’s not dependent on having it on the radio,” he says.

 Indeed, ATO’s stated mission is to be artist-oriented, and its lineup, including David Gray, Gov’t Mule and North Mississippi All-Stars—all previously nominated for Grammys themselves—reflects that.

 Not that ATO would turn away the chance to move merchandise. Jem’s music, for one, has already proven to be promo-friendly. Songs from Suddenly Woken have made it into the trailer for the new Jude Law-Julia Roberts flick, Closer, as well as the trailer for MILF soap opera “Desperate Housewives.” And now, there’s the “Ellen” moment. “We have nice exposure through some licensing opportunities,” Tetzeli says. “It can be effective and our only goal is to drive people to the records.”

 In another area of Capshaw’s business, namely Trey Anastasio, the fans certainly won’t need the coaxing. The legendary guitarist, who like a certain big-shot Red Light artist has inspired the flavor-namers at Ben & Jerry’s, is rivaled by perhaps only Matthews for fan devotion. And Capshaw, apparently, has been among the loyalists for many years—dating back, insiders say, to his days as the manager of the now defunct music club, Trax. Billboard reported two weeks ago the rumor that Anastasio would move into the Red Light stable imminently. At press time, Red Light could not confirm the deal.—Cathy Harding

 

As Told To
Conversations with Old-School Business Owners

Back then, I worked in the kitchen after school, and I got my work permit when I was 16. That’s when I really began to work with the customers. I was just a kid.

 Yeah, it’s a storybook name, Jak ‘n Jil. Historical. It’s always been here, at this same location, ever since it opened back in 1948. Then, it was an ice cream store.

 We sell more than the hot dogs—we have everything, and the best homemade chili goes on the hot dogs. I like hot dogs. They’re only $2.25, with onions and chili. Yeah, our prices are low, but when you sell some things low, you can make it up with something else.

 It’s not good that Mom-and-Pop restaurants are being replaced with fast food places. People like home cooking; that’s what we have here—good home cooking.

 Charlottesville used to have only seven or eight restaurants back in 1968. I remember when I was just out of Lane High School, and the Caravan was up on 29. There were only two highways then: 29 and 250. We had a small-town feel in Charlottesville then.

 I was born in Mullins, West Virginia—yeah, I know, no one’s ever heard of it. It’s near Grundy. Sure, Charlottesville and I have changed over the years. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life when I was a kid, and then I found this place. Before that, I had no idea…

 Charlottesville now has a Mall instead of Main Street. And we have lots of restaurants. But our place will go down in history.

 People come here from all over. From Louisa and Richmond. We get all kinds of people eating here: Doctors from Martha Jefferson Hospital come here to eat. Lawyers. Lots of real estate people. Yeah, blue-collar workers, too. Most of them are regulars. As I said, once you eat here, you keep coming back.

 No, I wouldn’t want to do anything else. I’m my own boss. This is no franchise, and no one tells me what to do. As long as I keep my health, I won’t retire. My son is 22 now, and he hasn’t shown any interest in taking the place over when I retire. But he might. Now he works as a detailer at the car wash up on 29.

 The name, the way it’s spelled? It’s always been that way. It’s historical, like I said. The spelling is original, I didn’t think it up.

 About the name being historical, we used to have a Humpty Dumpty here. That’s a storybook name too. Our biggest seller is the foot long, with the chili. But you can get it without the chili if you want, but most people like it with.

 No, Marilyn Monroe never ate here.

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Split decision

John Borgmeyer’s article “Dem Yankees—new arrivals wrench Albemarle from the GOP” [The Week, November 30] could have included some more facts, not just ones that justified his headline. True, John Kerry was the first Democratic candidate for President to win in Albemarle in anyone’s long-term memory. False, Al Weed actually did not win although Borgmeyer says he did—he lost, even though it was by fewer than 250 votes. And some other Democratic winners were selectively omitted, like Gov. Mark Warner, who won decisively in Albemarle, State Sen. Creigh Deeds, State Sen. Emily Couric, and in case anyone forgot, Doug Wilder, who won in the county in his historic election as Governor.

 So Democratic majorities in Albemarle didn’t happen overnight and cannot be explained on the basis of newly arrived voters. It seems rather that the county reflects the split loyalties of the country as a whole, and that each party prospers when it has strong candidates and a serious get-out-the-vote effort.

Rhoda Dreyfus

Albemarle County

 

The editor replies: Whoops! We love Al Weed so much, we blinded ourselves to the facts. Seriously, Dreyfus is correct regarding Goode’s victory in the county, and we regret the mistake.

 

 

The price is wrong

The news that Andrew Alston, the ex-UVA student who was charged with the second-degree murder of Walker Sisk, a firefighter at the Seminole Trail Volunteer Fire Department, received only three years for his crime on a conviction of voluntary manslaughter still saddens and outrages me and many other people in Charlottesville [“Buying time,” The Week, November 16].

 Walker Sisk died from 20 stab wounds, one to his heart, within 15 minutes from the time he and Alston met. Sisk was not known to carry a knife, since he never attacked anyone or expected an attack. Unlike his assailant, violence was not in his background.

 The judge in this case instructed the jury to consider whether or not Alston acted with malice. How can you stab someone 20 times with no malice? You stab someone 20 times when you want to kill a person.

 The defense lawyers also claimed Alston knew Aikido, which enabled him to use a knife they claim Sisk brandished. Apparently Alston studied Aikido in 2002 once a week in a short-term summer course. The defense lawyers brought in an Aikido expert to show how this could occur. Do you think that little training made Alston enough of an Aikido expert to use it skillfully in a drunken confrontation?

 Who cannot see that defense lawyer spin was flagrantly at work here? The decision of the jury testifies to the skill of Alston’s lawyers—not to the truth of this case.

 In the meantime, Sisk, a great kid who had no history of violence or making any trouble for anyone, is dead, and his parents are devastated. Alston, who has a history of violence and incarceration and a reputation for carrying knives, is alive and well. His parents apparently have the money to pursue his freedom and can see him at Christmas, but Barbara and Howard Sisk will never see their only son again.

 Walker Sisk touched the lives of many people in our community in very special and wonderful ways. We will never forget him. I ask the people in our community for their heartfelt prayers for Walker Sisk’s family and friends.

 

Karen McDowell

Charlottesville

 

 

Dismissing pro-lifers’ Big Lie

As a neighbor of the Planned Parenthood of the Blue Ridge office building, I think the distortions being put forward by the Central Virginia Family Foundation and its supporters should be noted. The letter by Marnie Deaton, a director of the organization, and hence a spokesperson for them, is typical [Mailbag, December 7]. They have adopted the Orwellian line that an office building is a hospital, which is more than a mischaracterization but part of the Big Lie propaganda technique. They think if they repeatedly lie they set the framework for the debate.

 I was unable to attend the Board of Zoning Appeals meeting on November 9, but I understood by looking at the headline of that date in The Daily Progress that Renae Townsend knew her appeal would lose so she joined others in a lawsuit against Albemarle County. The meeting was simply a publicity stunt at which they wished to spread their propaganda, and Townsend sent me a copy of her remarks.

 Since this is on the public record, let me say not only that the appeal was frivolous but so is the lawsuit. The Central Virginia Family Foundation knows it has more luck with a pliant Congress than our local officials. Going back to your article “Zone of contention” [The Week, October 19], you quote Tobey Bouch, a board member of CVFF, as parroting the party line knowing full well that at issue is an office building. Next is the party line that this affects property values and the resale of the litigants’ real estate. In fact, it is the argument of someone who kills his parents and then argues for mercy because he is an orphan. It is their tacit support, their failure to speak out, that leads to vandalism and attacks on people and property with which CVFF disagrees. Finally, their false claims that this office building was built without proper notice to them has been proven untrue time after time and they know it.

 Under the Constitution’s First Amendment is the right to “freedom of speech” and “peaceably to assemble,” which means the CVFF have the right to repeat their Big Lie propaganda and to gather in front of the office building. What they need to understand is their rights are not superior, but merely equal, to our rights to point out their propaganda techniques and to disagree with them.

 

Frederic B. McNally

Charlottesville

 

 

Parenthood in the ’hood

As chair of the Planned Parenthood Charlottesville Area Council, I would like to correct Marnie Deaton’s assertion that many of the nearly 1,000 supporters who participated in the November 9 BZA public hearing were “trucked in” from out of state.

 At the BZA hearing, Planned Parenthood volunteers and staff recorded the names and addresses of 979 supporters. From this data we were able to ascertain that the vast majority, 806 (or 82 percent), of these supporters were from Charlottesville and Albemarle County; 37 supporters (or 3 percent) were from out of state (including Maryland, Vermont, New Jersey, Tennessee and Washington, D.C.); and the majority of the remaining 15 percent were from counties surrounding Albemarle.

 Deaton also stated that, “The Albemarle BZA doesn’t need a bigger auditorium, they need to check IDs and limit hearing observers to Albemarle residents only.” We disagree. The zoning issue Planned Parenthood faced on November 9 challenged our right to keep our facility open. That challenge affects a wide spectrum of individuals. This is particularly true with regards to Planned Parenthood of Charlottesville/Albemarle, since we are only one part of Planned Parenthood of the Blue Ridge, which includes medical and educational centers in Roanoke, Lynchburg and Blacksburg. We believe that any individual interested in this zoning challenge had a right to attend, including Deaton, who is a resident of Greene County.

 As a resident of Albemarle County, I want to personally thank the many supporters who attended the November 9 hearing. The amazing show of support confirms that this community truly understands and appreciates the comprehensive reproductive health care services provided by Planned Parenthood. The numbers don’t lie: This community overwhelmingly supports Planned Parenthood.

 

Sherri Moore

Chair, Charlottesville Area Council

Planned Parenthood of the Blue Ridge

 

 

Miss manners

In your recent article about the hospitality of first First Lady Dolley Madison [“Dolley dearest,” Ask Ace, December 7], it was surprising that Lee Langston-Harrison, a curator at Montpelier, did not mention the book Montpelier Hospitality. It was published by The Montpelier Foundation in 2002 and was written by the volunteers. It gives history, traditions and recipes. It is a beautiful book with many fine photographs.

 Margaret Bayard Smith was a guest at Montpelier on August 4, 1809, and she wrote, “Hospitality is the presiding genius of this house and Mrs. M. is kindness personified.”

 I like your column and read it every week.

 

Easter Martin

Charlottesville

 

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We got next!

The question comes from a cherubic young face, blue eyes framed with neat blonde hair, a boy wearing a basketball jersey four sizes too big for his preteen frame.

“Can you ball on me?” replies White Chocolate, a.k.a. 26-year-old Randy Gill, slouching behind a folding table set up near Santa in Fashion Square Mall, outside the Charlottesville Players clothing store, between the carousel and the gumball machine.

 The answer, almost certainly, is no. White Chocolate is currently the most famous player in the game of streetball, which is to say that White Chocolate is the reigning champion of streetball, a genre of basketball where fame is more important than victories.

 Chocolate pulled a miniature basketball from a plastic bag at his feet, scrawled his name on it with a Sharpie, and handed it to the boy, saying, “Alright shorty.”

 This year Chocolate won an MTV reality show called “Who’s Got Game?” where he beat out 11 other streetballers and pocketed $100,000. The show’s website (www.mtv.com) proclaims Chocolate’s strengths as “wicked handle, emotional leader.” Of his weakness, it says: “Will his tricks school his opponents, or make a fool out of him?”

 Now Chocolate is the star of the “We Got Game!” tour, a traveling team of streetball barnstormers named The Bomb Squad, who play exhibition games in different towns.

 On Saturday, December 4, The Bomb Squad dropped into Charlottesville. That afternoon, Chocolate signed autographs for a steady stream of people, mostlychildren but also teenagers and a few adults. Later that evening, the Bomb Squad would play a team of local streetballers.

 “They ain’t ready to play us,” Chocolate said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Are you serious? I don’t lose in the game, there, champ.”

 There’s little room for modesty in streetball, where career advancement hinges on reputation. Indeed, for the streetballers and the companies that sponsor the games, it’s all about word of mouth. For companies like athletic gear manufacturer AND 1, buzz sells another pair of $75 Ballistix high-tops; Chocolate hopes his reputation will earn him an NBA tryout. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to get there,” he says.

 On Saturday, though, Chocolate would first have to get past Charlottesville’s own streetball legends. They don’t pitch sneakers, yo, but they got game.

 

 

 

Who’s got fame?
“Streetball is basically the act of playing outside,” says Jeff Lenchiner, editor of the website Insidehoops.com, which covers professional and college basketball.

 Compared to regular basketball, streetball’s rules are more lax and there’s a greater emphasis on personal style—players flaunt colorful nicknames, clever trash talk, flashy dribble moves and acrobatic dunks in the quest to be remembered.

 “Streetball is usually played in urban neighborhoods that don’t have a lot of money, and people are looking to make a name for themselves however they can,” says Lenchiner. “Everybody loves to be famous. It’s great to make a name for yourself however you can, and streetball is one way to do that.”

 The game’s rough and tumble culture evolved in the 1960s, when Harlem drug dealers assembled the best teams and gambled on the result of games. Top streetballers were so well paid that some reportedly turned down offers from the NBA, Lenchiner says.

 In the late ’70s and through the ’80s, professional and college basketball became much more organized. Scouts began identifying potential stars by the time they were in eighth grade. Instead of playing in the streets, talented young players spent their time on Amateur Athletic Union (AAU) teams and basketball camps organized by high school and college recruiters, with the best kids funneled into top schools and on to the NBA. As the playground’s talent pool diminished, streetball’s flamboyant culture declined.

 In the ’80s, New York’s hip hop community revived streetball tournaments in Harlem’s Rucker Park, known in the basketball world as the Mecca of streetball. The money came from rap record labels and clothing companies instead of drug dealers, but the goal was exactly the same—companies wanted to splash their name on a cool show, and sell their products to young buyers. The Entertainers Basketball Classic series of tournaments, with teams sponsored by the likes of Eminem and Tommy Hilfiger, is now a hallmark of summer at Rucker Park.

 Like other elements of hip hop culture, streetball is aiming for the suburbs. AND 1, in particular, turned streetball into a brilliant marketing strategy.

 In 1998 a high school coach brought the then-fledgling AND 1 company an amateur video of a teenager named Rafer “Skip to My Lou” Alston (now a point guard with the Toronto Raptors and one of the few streetballers to end up in the NBA) performing mind-blowing dribble moves. Thus began the AND 1 “Mix Tape” tour.

 The company assembled a team of streetballers to travel the country playing local teams, selling videos of their best moves along the way. Sometimes, the best local players are invited to join the AND 1 squad. The tour has been a hit on ESPN.

 “In 2002, AND 1 held these games in outdoor parks,” Lenchiner says, reflecting on the tour’s success. “In 2003, it was in Madison Square Garden, and tickets cost $30.”

 While many streetballers, like White Chocolate, dream of one day playing in the NBA, Lenchiner says it rarely happens. “Generally, if you’re a good player, you get discovered early. If you’re a streetballer and you’re 22 years old, and you’re not in the NBA yet, you’re probably not going to get there. There’s just not that many NBA jobs.”

 While touring streetballers get paid, the local players with whom they compete almost never do, Lenchiner says. All they get is a chance to earn a little rep for themselves.

 

 

 

We got game
Charlottesville’s streetballers, a team called the Charlottesville Players (named after Quinton Harrell’s clothing business), have made something of a name for themselves in the two previous games they played against The Bomb Squad before the match-up at Albemarle High School on the 4th.

 The first time the Bomb Squad won, by “two or three points,” recalls Lionel “L-Train” Jackson, a wide-bodied former standout at Albemarle High School and now the Players’ powerhouse.

 In the second game, however, Charlottesville streetballers beat the New York City streetball legends. In that game, The Bomb Squad blew out Charlottesville in the first half, but Charlottesville came back in the second half to win.

 “Just to beat them was a great feeling,” says James Nicholas, the 33-year-old captain of the Charlottesville Players. “We had kids coming up to us and asking for our autographs. I ain’t never had that. That was real nice.”

 Nicholas says Charlottesville’s basketball fundamentals won the game. “They like to get a lead on you, then showboat,” he says. “They try to bounce the ball off your head.

 “We’re more about getting physical, getting the job done,” he says. “We put pressure on them, and they couldn’t do their showboating.”

 Randy Gill has a different explanation for Charlottesville’s victory. “That’s ’cause Chocolate dude wasn’t in the building. This time, he’s in the building.”

 Most of Charlottesville’s players were stars at Charlottesville or Albemarle high schools. Only a few played in college, however.

 “All of us had a chance to go,” says Scotty Kinlaw, at 23 one of the youngest members of the Charlottesville streetball team. “But you get out of school and you want to take a break, then that break lasts too long.”

 Now Charlottesville’s best ballers play at the Dell, an outdoor court on Emmet Street, across from the UVA Bookstore. In warm weather, dozens of players show up in late afternoon and ask, “Who’s got next?” They lean against the chain link fence, watching the action and waiting their turn on the court. Games usually go to about 12 points; the winning team stays on the court to play again, while the losers go back to the fence and wait for another chance to play.

 If you think your game is up to it, you can also play some streetball on Sundays at the Monticello Area Community Action Agency MACAA gym on Park Street.

 But you better be ready to play. If not, you might leave the court embarrassed.

 Kinlaw might snake around you with a behind-the-back dribble, or, in true streetball fashion, he might balance the ball on his head, fake an overhead pass, then shoot an easy lay-up while you wonder what happened—and everyone else laughs. Former CHS high-jumper William White might dunk over you, while the L-Train might flatten you. Gary Gough or Clyde Thompson might pop a three-pointer right in your face. If you’re not careful, Nicholas will steal the ball from you, then trash-talk you as he dribbles away for a score.

 Charlottesville’s ballers have been playing together since they were teenagers. That’s one of their main advantages over touring streetball teams, who might be better athletes but don’t have the same cohesion.

 “We’ve all played together for a long time,” said Gough, 34, during a recent Wednesday night practice session.

 “We all know each other’s game. We know who can shoot, who can make moves, who can drive to the basket. We’re going to play physical with them right off the bat.

 “I’m ready for White Chocolate,” he said.

 

 

Game on
On Saturday, December 4, it looked like championship fever was in full effect at Albemarle High School. The crowd filing through the door comprised people of all ages, nearly all African-American—teenage girls in tight jeans, boys in skull caps and puffy black coats, parents gripping their childrens’ hands.

 A production company called Another Sure Shot Events assembled The Bomb Squad and took them on tour. Promoter Ty Cooper travels with the team and partners with local businesses to get the word out—in Charlottesville, he worked with Harrell.

 “Quinton is a pillar in the community,” says Cooper. “It’s all love.” The gym was packed with people who paid $10 or $15 per ticket, so there was plenty of love to go around.

 The night began with a game between AHS and CHS alumni. WNRN’s DJ Almighty, one of the hosts of “The Boombox,” clad in a bright yellow sweatsuit with matching headband, played rap music at dance-club volume. Comedian and KISS 92.7 FM radio host Alex Scott strolled the sidelines with a microphone, teasing players, urging them to dunk and offering a running commentary on the action.

 “Can anybody in the building dunk?” Scott asked when the warm-up came is over. “Anybody?”

 A tall guy, late 20s, wearing a red skull cap, baggy pants and huge khaki boots came out of the stands to participate in the impromptu dunk contest. Even with his enormous footwear, he leapt toward the basket and threw down a two-handed slam. A player named Snake eventually won the contest by a reverse dunk off the baseline.

 “White Chocolate is in the hoooouse!” Scott said, as the Bomb Squad stepped on the floor to warm up before the main event. Gill threw between-the-legs alley-oops to his teammates, shot three pointers and performed little dances near the sidelines. Charlottesville’s team, in contrast, warmed up with a regimen of layup drills and jump shots. The contrasting styles carried over into the game.

 “Do it, Chocolate,” Scott exhorted. “Give ’em what they came to see!”

 Gill obliged with whirling dribble moves, and the crowd roared when he performed the highlight of the game—bouncing the ball off a defender’s head to get himself open for a three pointer. He missed the shot, but no one seemed to care about that.

 Yet the game was close. Charlottesville’s point guard Lorenzo “Boo” Smith stole the ball from Gill several times, and they hit a string of three-pointers that left the Bomb Squad with a slight lead, 66-58, at halftime.

 In the second half, however, the Bomb Squad turned it on with a series of backboard-shaking dunks. Gill went on a hot streak, and with three minutes left in the game the score was 114-100, Bomb Squad. As if on cue, half the crowd got up and walked out. “Please stay off the court,” Scott said repeatedly.

 The game ended with the Bomb Squad winning 120-102 over the Charlottesville Players. For Gill, the victory was measured not so much in points, but in the crowd of children gathered around him, seeking autographs as he sat on the bleachers.

 For the Charlottesville Players, the loss “was a little disappointing,” Nicholas said. “We kinda gave up at the end. But overall, we played pretty well.”

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In search of a hoppy ending

On November 9, 1620, the Mayflower bobbed in choppy brine off the Cape Cod coast. On board were 101 puke-green Puritans, seasick and starving after an Atlantic crossing that had taken more than two months. Although they’d hoped to land further south, on the more temperate beaches of Virginia, the passengers and crew soon decided to drop anchor immediately and come ashore in what would become known as Plymouth. They were thirsty, after all. As soon-to-be Plymouth Colony governor William Bradford inscribed in his journal, “We could not now take much time for further search or consideration, our victuals being much spent, especially our beere.” 

Unfortunately for them, none of Plymouth’s liquor stores would be open for another few centuries. But the Pilgrims’ keen appetites serve to illustrate the long and close relationship Americans have had, pretty much since day one, with their beer. It’s been a tangled history, from the early Colonial brewers churning out barrels of English-style ales, to the profusion of neighborhood taverns, breweries and saloons that cropped up around the country as the frontier crept westward; from the arrival of German and Czech immigrants who brought with them the light and crisp lagers of their homelands, to the inexorable rise and market domination of the super brewers many of them became; from the long, dark night of Prohibition, to the flowering of craft brewing and home brewing in the 1980s—and the subsequent emergence of the envelope-pushing extreme-beer movement. Nowadays, there are 84 million beer drinkers in the United States, and somewhere around 3,400 domestic and imported brands for them to choose from. And the beer industry here boasts around $75 billion in retail sales—that’s bigger business than either the music or the movie industries.

 But beer, of course, is more than a business. It’s a craft, a hobby, a passion. It’s social glue, a central part of the American experience. And two years ago, Ken Wells set out to explore just what that means. In a quixotic journey to find “The Perfect Beer Joint,” the novelist and longtime Wall Street Journal writer, armed with an expense account, embarked on a perambulating journey down the length of the Mississippi River—as good a place as any, he figured—to see what he could see and sip what he could sip.

 Travels with Barley: A Journey Through Beer Culture in America (Free Press), the fizzy and flavorful travelogue that resulted, is appropriately intoxicating. Wells’ wanderings take him far and wide: to the World’s Largest Six-Pack in La Crosse, Wisconsin; to a hotel in Dubuque, Iowa, where Al Capone used to lie low drinking pilfered hooch in his own bar; to a Japanese-themed dive hidden deep in the steamy N’Awlins swamps. He tosses mullets at the sprawling Flora-Bama Lounge and Package Store on the Gulf Coast, and tosses back pints at the Gasthaus Bavarian Hunter in the cornfields of rural Minnesota. He stops by “the Castle of the King” (the gargantuan Anheuser-Busch headquarters) in St. Louis, and enjoys the pursuit of hoppiness in Portland, Oregon, where craft brews account for an astonishing 50 percent of beer consumed. There are side trips along the way, ruminations on sundry freaks and geeks of the fermenting arts. Wells hangs out with home-brewing fanatics, explores the furthest reaches of the extreme-beer movement, and relays the strange saga of underground yeast-rustling syndicates. The welcoming, fun-loving people he meets along the way—be they red or blue staters, hard-core beer nerds or jes’ plain folks—give one hope for this great land of ours.

 

When I meet Wells at Back Bay’s Bukowski Tavern in Boston, a beer-lover’s dive boasting 130 brews from around the world, it’s November 3. George W. Bush has just won re-election, and Wells already has his mantra for the coming term: “Four more beers!”

 This afternoon, at least, we’ll have just one each. Wells samples the local craft, choosing the deep, dusky maltiness and rich coffee undertones of an Ipswich Oatmeal Stout, while I spring for a Maudite, a strong and spicy Belgian-style dark ale from Unibroue, a Québec brewery just north of the Canadian border. We sip slowly and savor (as one should) as Wells explains the beginnings of this book—and how he inveigled The Wall Street Journal into picking up the bar tab for his cross-country jaunt. Wells has worked for the Journal’s San Francisco and London bureaus, and more recently in Manhattan, serving as editor of WSJ’s Page One. In a meeting one day, he and some colleagues were batting around ideas for books that might be published by the paper’s new Wall Street Journal Books, an imprint of Free Press.

 “Someone said, ‘What about a book on the beer industry?’ and everyone looked at me,” Wells laughs. “I’m not really sure why. There are 300 or 400 people in The Wall Street Journal’s offices, and there are seven or eight who drink beer. And I’m one of them.” (It’s remarkable that in an industry in which afterwork drinks were once as ubiquitous as the pencil and pad, habitual tipplers now constitute just 2 percent of the staff at one of the nation’s premier broadsheets. But we’ll leave thatfor another story.) “There’s a dearth of beer-drinking journalists these days,” notes Wells. “It’s something that I think is missing.”

 After Wells had mulled this tantalizing proposition for a while, the idea evolved. “The original notion was to do a book on the beer industry, but who’s going to read a book on the beer industry except people in the beer industry?” he asks. “As I started to refine it, that’s when it became clear to me that it had to be a journey of some kind, because otherwise it would just be another collection of episodic [stories] going from one beer topic to another without any cohesion. That’s when I came up with the whole notion of driving the Mississippi River in search of the perfect beer joint.”

 Notwithstanding the fact that Anheuser-Bush is built on its banks, Old Man River might not be the first place one thinks of when considering beer’s place in America. But Wells saw it as a handy pre-mapped route, offering access to out-of-the-way locales and cutting a direct swath through a cross-section of the United States—starting among the hale and hearty beer-drinking Scandinavians of the upper Midwest, descending into what he calls “the beer belly of America,” and on down to the lager-lovin’ Louisiana bayou where Wells grew up. “It occurred to me that this was the best way to take the pulse of the broader beer Zeitgeist,” he says. “I knew I was going to spend a lot of time in the ‘Bud Light Belt,’ especially as I headed down South. But even in parts of the Midwest, away from big cities, even middle-sized cities, craft beer is still…they still don’t really know what it is. They find a Sam Adams and think they’ve struck the mother lode of all craft beers.”

 There were side trips, too, to Anheuser-Busch’s hops farm in Idaho, and to the annual meeting of the National Beer Wholesalers Association, in Boston. Wells wanted to see it all. What’s more, he was diving into this river of beer as a pure novice, having done no research before he left. “I learned as I went. I assiduously did not read up beforehand,” he says. “I wanted to go through it as a pilgrim, as an explorer.”

 Which is hardly to say Wells was a stranger to beer. “I grew up in this little place where everyone was drinking lagers … it was all Falstaff or Schlitz or Regal. If we had someone buy us beer out behind a liquor store, it was usually those,” he remembers with an impish smile. “As soon as I graduated from college I did the obligatory backpacking trip through Europe. And I might have had a stout for the first time in London; I remember going to Holland and going through the Heineken brewery and saying, ‘Oh, this is so much better than Jax!’ Then, going to Germany, it was stunning—all these full-bodied lagers.”

 Further travels stateside afforded Wells the chance to sample regional specialties. “Florida is not a great beer state. Mexico, I drank Tecate. Then, I moved to San Francisco and started drinking Fritz Maytag’s beers.” Maytag—yes, he’s a washing-machine heir—is the president of Anchor Brewing Company, whose trademarked Steam Beer is the spiritual forefather of the rich, flavorful ales so preponderant in today’s craft-brew movement. But Wells says that at first he was happy, by and large, to stick with his macro-brewed beers. “I just remember that in the early days of brewpubs there were a lot of weird ales and green lagers and people who just didn’t know what the hell they were doing.”

 Of course, that’s all changed. Thanks to the microbrew revolution of the late ’70s and early ’80s, the United States now has more breweries than any country in the world, and some of the very best beers around come from operations that brew fewer than 10,000 barrels a year.

 Wells says one happy by-product of his long and arduous research is a newfound devotion to the plangent, puckering bitterness of a frothy, super-hoppy India Pale Ale: “This book turned me into a hophead.” But if IPA represented a broadening of his horizons, he was completely bowled over by some of the things he saw when he ventured toward the outer edges of the extreme-beer movement. Wells takes us, for instance, to the frontlines of the alcohol-by-volume wars. When, after three years of planning and using a proprietary strain of yeast, Boston Beer Company’s Jim Koch released Samuel Adams Triple Bock a decade ago, its 17.5 percent ABV broke a 15 percent ceiling that was previously thought unbreakable. (It was presumed that existing yeast strains, which convert sugar into alcohol and carbon dioxide, would ferment only to a certain point—and that the sole way to boost alcohol content further would be to distill it, or to freeze it in the finishing tanks. But not only are those methods considered cheating, they’re technically illegal, Wells says. And that’s to say nothing of the deleterious effect they’d have on the beer’s flavor.)

 Several years later, Delaware upstart Dogfish Head Brewery, whose founder, Sam Calagione, is something of a rock star in the industry, responded with its super-hoppy 120 Minute IPA, which weighs in at a knee-quaking 20 percent ABV and retails for $9 per 12-ounce bottle. (Wells calls it, admiringly, “nuclear fission in a glass.”) Not to be outdone, Koch soon released consecutive limited-edition beers—2002’s Utopias MMII (24 percent ABV) and 2003’s Utopias MMIII (25 percent ABV)—truly innovative beverages that in many ways resemble cognac more than beer.

 Adventurous souls like Calagione, monkeying around with strange ingredients and extraordinary recipes, are keeping the industry interesting, says Wells. Consider Dogfish Head’s Midas Touch Golden Elixir. On a dig in Turkey, in 1957, archaeologists discovered a tomb that they surmised belonged to the ancient potentate who inspired the King Midas myth. The place was 2,700 years old. Biochemical analysis of the residue inside the iron drinking vessels scattered about revealed a residue of barley, white muscat grapes, honey, and saffron—a potion not unlike beer. Scientists at the University of Pennsylvania used mass spectrometers and gas chromatographs to sort out the proper proportions of each ingredient, but still couldn’t nail it. So they approached Calagione, and before long, he’d fiddled enough to figure out a brew that approximates one quaffed by a Phrygian king three millennia ago. (With luck, you can find it in your local liquor store.)

 It’s brewers like Koch and Calagione, and New Jersey’s Heavyweight Brewing—whose Two Druids Gruit Ale hearkens back to the Middle Ages by using yarrow, sweet gale, and wild rosemary instead of hops—whom Wells credits with being the rebels and risk-takers of the industry. “It really is true that not since the tech bust in Silicon Valley have we seen so much innovation. These guys are making really wild and interesting things. It’s good for all beer, I think. You have to really appreciate what they’re doing.”

 Travels with Barley is steeped in historical context, with Wells digging deep into the history and sociology of beer consumption. He notes that the first known reference to beer is a 4,000-year-old Sumerian recipe carved into a clay tablet dug up from ancient Mesopotamia (now Iraq), and Wells is sharp enough to extrapolate that “the Miller Genuine Draft found near the end of the Gulf War II in the fridge in Odai Hussein’s abandoned sybaritic pleasure pad bore no resemblance to [it].” He tosses in funny tidbits, like Carrie Nation, of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union, scolding in the early 1900s that “men are nicotine-soaked, beer-besmirched, whiskey-greased, red-eyed devils!” But while it’s surprising to be reminded, say, that “Schlitz, in the late 1940s, was the best-selling beer in the world,” Wells’ most enlightening and engrossing tales come from the here and now, from his interactions with his fellow beer drinkers.

 As is obvious from the moment we meet, Wells is a people person: affable, open, gregarious, funny. Those qualities are helpful when your job is to talk to folks in a bar, and Wells puts them to good use. Better, his conversational voice and eye for detail make for lucid thumbnail portraits. He introduces us to the big players, of course—Koch and Calagione, and Fred Eckhardt, who penned A Treatise on Lager Beer, the home-brewer’s bible, way back in 1969, and Michael Jackson, the portly and bearded British beer scribe who’s every bit the opposite of the freakish American of the same name.

 But it’s the regular Joes who make for the clearest portraits of the Modern American Beer Drinker. Like the 20-something dude in hard-drinking erstwhile timber town La Crosse, Wisconsin, who muses that “actually, when I think about it, the per capita number of bars here is deeply troubling.” Or Jeff, who Wells says is the first literal “two-fisted drinker I ever met,” and who enlightened Wells with an old chestnut of folk wisdom. “He was sitting with two long-neck bottles of Bud, and he says, ‘You know what Budweiser stands for, don’t you?’”—Wells enumerates the letters on his extended fingers—“Budweiser. Because. U. Deserve. What. Every. Individual. Should. Enjoy. Regularly.’”

 

But who’d have guessed that perhaps the most interesting characters in the book would be single-cell organisms? The most surprising and engrossing chapter is a masterfully written meditation on the strange phenomenon of yeast smugglers. These folks have more than a passing interest in the ravenous fungi, different strains of which are responsible for the limitless flavors possible in beer. Of course, your run-of-the-mill corner home-brewing-supply store sells the stuff for as little as $1.50. But for many enthusiasts, run-of-the-mill is far from enough.

 “[O]f a few hundred recognized beer yeast strains in the world, only about 100 are available commercially in the U.S., principally through two for-profit yeast labs,” Well writes. “But if you’re one of those madly passionate homebrewers… [that’s] simply not good enough. Propelled by the maddening theory that, if you just had the yeast, you could make Sam Adams as well as Boston Beer does, or you could make some highly exotic beer that could change brewing life, you wanted them all.”  Wells brings a virtuosic brio to the chapter, weaving history, biology, and sociology into this subculture-within-a-subculture, these beer freaks rustling up cultures from other people’s beers and distributing the stealthily acquired yeasts from as far away as Europe, so amateur brewers can try their hands at making beers that emulate the dry tang of a Bass or a crisp Pilsner Urquell. (It’s not illegal, since the yeast strains aren’t genetically engineered and can’t be patented. But there’s a certain amount of intrigue since the labs and name brewers consider them proprietary.)

“The yeast rustlers were the most surprising thing,” Wells says, shaking his head. “To me it was the biggest education.”

 Indeed, Wells got quite an education in the course of researching his book. And seeing this beer novice—his critical vocabulary at first limited to bromides like “potent and good” or, simply, “tasty”—happily learning the ropes offers some of the book’s most entertaining moments. This scene, in which a hard-core home brewer offers Wells a pull from a flask filled with strange liquid, is priceless:

 I take a small sip. The taste is mellower than the aroma, though it still tracks down my throat like a slug of hot, boozy honey.

  Which is what it more or less turns out to be.

 “Honey mead,” the man says.

 Then, grinning and looking around, he lowers his voice, draws closer and says, “Actually, distilled honey mead.”

 When I don’t immediately react to this because, at the moment, I am still ignorant of the intricacies of mead, not to mention the cascading intricacies of distilled honey mead, the man looks at me with the realization that he has just wasted his prize on an ignoramus.

  “I went to Nuremberg,” he explains. “There, they make mead, then distill it, then dilute it with water. I dilute mine with beer.”

 I nod.

 He looks at me in mild exasperation.

 “This is 70 percent distilled mead, 30 percent beer. I added cabernet,” he says. “I aged it for a year in a bourbon oak cask. That’s why you get all those vanilla tones.”

 I nod again. He waits for me to say something.

 “It’s good,” I say. “I like it a lot.”

 I realize how lame this sounds the second it comes out of my mouth.

 The man nods as if to say, “Oh, jeez.” He goes off with his bottle, seeking more knowledgeable judgments and more articulate appreciation.

 Such adventures notwithstanding, Wells found that however daunting the beer world may be for the uninitiated—for all the seemingly arcane zymurgical terminology like diacetyl and ester and specific gravity, or more obscure styles like Altbiers, Geuzes, and Saisons—it is infinitely more accessible than the rarefied realm of oenology. “The issue with wine is that once people cross over and become serious about wine, they automatically become snobs. It becomes this very self-important quest to find this or that. And I’ve certainly met beer snobs, but the beer geeks are kind of missionary — they show people how complex beer can be and how fun beer can be, but they realize that it’s still beer. I think there’s a qualitative difference between the two. Beer people are so much more fun to hang out with.”

 Pints, after all, are meant to be clinked. “The river of beer is an incredibly hospitable place,” Wells says. “And brewers, home brewers, and beer geeks are more missionary than the Mormon Church. They always want to convert you to their favorite beer, to their favorite pub, to their favorite style. The problem on the river of beer was not getting access, it was getting away: ‘No, I can’t have another one!’” As if on cue, our waitress arrives and inquires about seconds. Wells has an appointment to make, but checks his watch hopefully just the same. “Ah, shoot,” he decides. “I better not.”

So, after months on the road, sniffing hops and quaffing suds from Minnesota to Louisiana, Oregon to Massachusetts, does Wells now consider himself a bona fide beer geek? “I’m still a beer-geek-in-waiting,” he says. “I’m really interested in the subject, but I’m too lazy to take the next step, which would be to join a beer-judge-certification program or something. Then you really cross over into pure geekism. But I don’t want to do that. One of the things that I really like about this is that I could enter this as an outsider and be welcomed and sort of learn the language. It’s like going to a foreign country and learning to speak well enough that you can join the conversation but you still won’t understand everything around you. And that’s okay. I certainly have now become a much more assiduous beer hunter. Especially now that I like IPAs. I’m always on the hunt for the next great IPA.”

 But, Wells insists, he is emphatically not a beer snob. On a hot summer day, he’ll still reach into that vaporous fridge and grab a crisp, cold, old-fashioned mass-produced lager. After all, beer is beer. Drawing distinctions between styles serves only to needlessly subdivide this magic liquid that for centuries has been bringing folks together. As Wells writes at the beginning of the book, “I grew up with people who knew of only three categories of bad beer: warm beer, flat beer, and, worst, no beer at all.”

-Mike Miliard is on staff at The Boston Phoenix from which this story is reprinted with permission.

 

Miller’s Hepcat Hefeweizen

It’s Thursday night at Miller’s and John D’earth and Co. are still setting up. “Johnny B. Goode” plays over the sound system as I make my way to the bar, which is practically stacked two deep. Eventually I order and receive a hefeweizen from an impossibly busty barmaid. I look around. No room at the tables. No room on the mezzanine. No room to even stand on the stairs. No choice but to venture up and sip my brew in the nonsmoking section, far from the madding crowd.

 I find a seat at a booth and check out my fellow 20something boozehounds. I must have missed the memo. Everyone is in uniform: backwards baseball cap, vintage-looking rugby shirts and sweaters that actually come from Abercrombie or American Eagle, and hair with just enough gel to look like it hasn’t been gelled at all—almost. “Ah,” I say to myself. “I’m sitting in the middle of the UVA Law School Class of 2006.”

 At 10:44 the band finally starts. D’earth’s trumpet sounds off with brassy burps and stentorian squeals. The sax answers with buttery licks that work the scale like a spider climbing a web. Drums rumble in every so often. Jazz aficionados call this “improvising.” My Mom would call it “nonsense.” I’ll call it “ambiance.”

 And that’s exactly what it provides. Combining the sonic madness of the band with Miller’s gaslight-yellow glow, the sweat-inducing crowds and the buzz of their conversations, I felt like I was sitting at the Union Square subway station waiting for the 6 train back to Brooklyn Heights. Miller’s is as close as you’ll get to New York City on a Saturday in Charlottesville on a Thursday.

Eric Rezsnyak

 

Just Chillin’ at Mellow Mushroom

I’m not a beer drinker. I prefer a fine glass of red wine to an icy cold PBR any day. That said, once in a blue moon, I am not above indulging my inner frat boy and taking a seat at the Mellow Mushroom. In truth, the reason I go to the Mellow Mushroom is because of Travis, the fine young bartender who also manages the barn where my sister and I keep our horses. Tonight he’s off. Damn it!

 I lie and tell the bartender that I’m doing a beer tasting. He picks one of their finest and plunks it down in front of me. Drink up! The guy sitting next to me looks vaguely familiar. Yawn. Given that this is Charlottesville, face recognition is hardly surprising.

 But within minutes, it’s official. We do indeed know each other: We used to live in the same building. He calls himself Hot Rod. “Isn’t your name Anna?” he asks. “No, That’s my sister.” “I just assumed you were Anna the whole time.” After some explanation, Hot Rod understands that, while we did both live in the building, my sister and I are two different people. “The more beer I drink the more it makes sense,” he says, nodding.

 In the next hour, I learn more about Hot Rod than I did living above him for six months. He’s from California. He’s on ski patrol at Wintergreen. He helped my boss move into her house. He “smoked a doobie with the Doobie Brothers.” All good things in my book.

 So maybe it’s the beer, but I feel enriched by my new friendship with Hot Rod. Feeling generous, before I leave I buy Hot Rod a fancy Belgian beer and a pack of Marlboro Lights. Writing this now, I’m going to chock my generosity up to my boundless supplies of holiday spirit and good will. My throwing money around had nothing to do with the fact that I was tipsy. Honest.

Nell Boeschenstein

 

$2 Magic at O’Neill’s

The parking lot looked full coming in. Crap! I thought the students would still be at the library. It’s only 7:15pm but I’m gonna have to deal with swarms around the O’Neill’s bar for $2 drafts (after the initial purchase of a handy, green souvenir mug, which Nat the bartender later points out, straps on nicely to your belt). Pulling farther into the lot, though, it turns out it’s only half full. I grab a spot, make my way down Wertland Street, across the tracks and into the bar.

 Most of the room is empty except for the bar itself, where only two seats at the end lie vacant. With four mounted flat-screen TVs hanging above the shelves of liquor, it’s easy to see why bar stools there come at such a premium. Three of them tonight play music videos from the satellite feed upstairs. The music is pretty good: Beastie Boys, Hendrix, Franz Ferdinand. The other is playing Comcast Sports with a muted Brett Favre applauding Green Bay coach Mike Sherman for taking the Packers to a 6-0 season…I guess. I don’t like sports that much, so I slide a buck into the Mega Force 2004 at the end of the bar for four rounds of trivia.

 Trivia is why I go to O’Neill’s. I don’t like small talk and the trivia board can say it all—I’m a man of depth even while wobbling on the stool. I can throw back a couple Guinnesses and still tell you that the Baroque era was known for emphasizing harmony and the character of individual instruments and voices. Tonight, after a few weeks hiatus, I still have the top score for music trivia, 1,373,000, which I try to top. By 8:30pm, I’m tipsy enough to have blown a few easy questions. But with a day’s stress washed away, I’m feeling once again like I love everybody and that’s enough. —Ben Sellers

 

Heading off the Hangover

If you’re questing for the perfect beer joint, chances are that eventually you’re going to end up with a perfectly bad hangover. We asked two local brew authorities—Mark Thompson of Starr Hill Brewery and Taylor Smack of South Street Brewing Co.—for their preferred methods for curing a hangover. If you’re hoping fora miracle fix-all, sad to say you’re out of luck.  

 The brewmasters give some familiar but effective suggestions. And of course there’s always abstinence. But what fun is that? For his favorite anti-hangover regiment, Starr Hill’s Thompson yells out the familiar “Two glasses of water, two aspirin and call me in the morning.”

 Though also a fan of the hydrogen dioxide treatment, South Street’s Smack favors taking vitamin B complex and eating a greasy meal of gigantic proportions the morning after a hard-hitting night at the bar. “Drinking water at the beginning of the night helps too, but what are you going to do? You’re drinking beer!”

 Smack’s brewing expertise has earned him another tip for tempering the beer-imbibing aftermath. According to Smack, drinking wheat beer can help mitigate morning headaches. “The brewer’s yeast found in unfiltered wheat beer is a natural source of vitamin B complex, so you can get rid of your hangover while you drink.” He laughed at the ridiculousness of this statement, but sticking to Hefeweizen may allow you to lap up some extra brews without having to hug the toilet. —Kelly Quinley

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Dolley dearest

—Rude Thaw

A: Well, Mr. Thaw, news of Mrs. Madison’s entertainment talents is news to Ace who, until today’s research proved otherwise, thought that Dolley Madison and Betsy Ross were the same person. Personally, Ace’s favorite dead Dolly is that sheep clone from Scotland, whose entire life’s advice regarding everything from entertaining to kilts can be summed up as “Baaaaa. Baaaa. Baaaaa.”

 But while nature may have made you closer in manners to Dolly the Sheep than to that illustrious First Lady, you can be edu-ma-cated to seem more like the latter. Lee Langston-Harrison, a curator at Montpelier, channeled the legendary hostess and offered some holiday tips she believes would have guided Dolley Madison’s holiday entertaining schedule.

 First, fashion, fashion, fashion, dahling! Although, she was raised Quaker, Dolley had a weakness for French finery that drew the eyes and admiration of many. Described by Langston-Harrison as a “buxom” woman (about a size 14 by today’s forgiving measurements), Dolley preferred high-waisted dresses with very low cut necklines (like another—er, “buxom”—Southern-fried Dolly we all love) and silk turbans on her head, a style Langston-Harrison describes delicately as, “exemplify[ing] her better features.”

 Secondly, during Dolley’s 16-year tenure as White House hostess (for both Jefferson and Madison), Washington, D.C., was a downright backwater according to Langston-Harrison and, accordingly, political enemies were prone to solving their differences with drunken brawls. Dolley’s solution was to seat rivals next to each other at her much-lauded dinner parties so that they could talk out their differences like gentlemen. So, next rule of thumb: Think outside the box when it comes to your holiday seating charts.

 Lastly, pay heed to the food you serve, says Langston-Harrison. Bacon burgers just aren’t going to cut it when breaking bread at the holiday table. Among the Dolley delicacies Langston-Harrison recommended were Madison’s favorite apple upside-down cake, marzipan, gelatin, lots of jam and figs. But most importantly, don’t forget the ice cream! “She always served ice cream. It didn’t matter the time of year…you must have ice cream served at the end,” says Langston-Harrison decisively.

 As for tunes to set the right mood, Ace suggests you put a little ditty on that goes a little sumthin’ like this (hit it, boys!):

 Hello, Dolly!

 Well, hello Dolly!

 It’s so nice to have you back where you belong…

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Tuesday, November 30
Guv urges fitness

Mark Warner’s two-day Summit on Healthy Virginians wrapped up this afternoon with a visit from the trim guv himself. Addressing several hundred people, Warner reiterated the state’s dire obesity figures and identified a trio of target groups for improved health—State employees, school children and Medicaid recipients. Warner characterized the nascent health initiatives, such as encouraging State employees to trade walk breaks for smoke breaks, as “works in progress.” After his talk, Warner responded when asked about his own fitness that he plays “a mean game of basketball.” Five days earlier, Warner, 50, ran the Alexandria Turkey Trot 5-Miler, placing 573rd of 1,072 runners with a time of 43:50.

 

Wednesday, December 1
Feds kick in dough for cleaner water

The National Park Service scored $1.3 million to purchase Hightop Mountain, at the headwaters of the Rivanna River’s North Fork, the Nature Conservancy announced today. The North Fork supplied 94 million gallons of drinking water to this area last year. The land purchase is good news for local water drinkers, says a Nature Conservancy spokeswoman, as conserving undeveloped land is beneficial to aquifers.

 

World AIDS Day quietly noted

In front of rush hour traffic, about 80 people—mostly UVA students—lined up along the corner of Barracks Road and Emmet Street to observe World AIDS Day. The activists held a 23-minute candlelight vigil to mark 23 years of fighting the disease. At the rally that followed, former City Councilor Meredith Richards told the crowd, “[Tonight] we’ve reminded some people as they go on with their busy lives that we are part of a global family.”

 

Thursday, December 2
No bail for accused wife-killer

Accused wife-killer Anthony Dale Crawford, 45, was today arraigned in Juvenile and Domestic Relations Court on three charges. The former Manassas car salesman faces felony indictments for use of a firearm in the commission of a felony, as well as the abduction and the murder of his estranged wife, Sarah Louise Crawford, 33. Sarah Crawford was found shot to death November 22 at the Quality Inn on Emmet Street. Judge Victor Santos assigned Crawford to the public defender’s office and ordered him held without bail. His preliminary hearing date is January 28. Assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney Jon R. Zug, fresh from the murder trial of Andrew Alston, will prosecute the Crawford case.

 

Friday, December 3
Feel the earth move?

The U.S. Geological Survey confirms on its website today that an earthquake registering a 2.5 magnitude shook portions of Louisa County, about 30 miles east-southeast of Charlottesville. Thirty-four people contacted the USGS (www.usgs.gov) to report tremors, which were felt beginning at 8:27pm yesterday.

 

Saturday, December 4
Affordable housing on Page

Two families, each first-time homeowners, will join the 10th and Page neighborhood, thanks to a couple of low-income housing programs. Yesterday, Piedmont Housing Alliance celebrated the completion of 1119 Page St., which became the new home of the Adish family, Afghanistani refugees who left Kabul after the Taliban caught them educating their children. Today, Habitat for Humanity of Greater Charlottesville raised a wall on a new home that will be owned and occupied by Emperatriz Amaya, a single mother and Salvadoran immigrant who fled civil war in her homeland.

 

Sunday, December 5
UVA soccer season ends with loss

After last night’s 3-0 defeat by Duke at Klockner Stadium, the UVA’s men’s soccer team officially has plenty of free time to study for exams. The Cavaliers made it into the quarterfinal round in the NCAA tournament and for the fourth time, according to The Daily Progress’ Andrew Joyner, surrendered their hopes of moving to the top challenge with a loss at home. Meanwhile, in other sports news, Hokies fans are eyeing tickets to New Orleans for the January 3 Sugar Bowl, the destination for ACC winners Virginia Tech, who last night secured their BCS berth with a 16-10 victory over Miami. And hoops fans have their fingers crossed that tomorrow night’s game against Iowa State will not mark the first loss for the No. 24-ranked UVA men’s basketball team, which goes into the contest with a 6-0 record in nonconference play.

 

Monday, December 6
Lt. Governor race begins

Fairfax Democrat Chap Petersen, 36, plans to officially kick off his bid for Lieutenant Governor today with a morning event at the State Capitol. The 37th District Delegate said in a news release in advance of the day’s events, “My campaign is basedon a simple idea: it is time for a new generation of leadership, both in Virginia and in the Democratic Party. I take pride in beingan independent Democrat, not beholden to any special interest except one—the public interest.” Last Thursday, GOP hopeful Sean T. Connaughton, 43, stopped by Wolfie’s in an early campaign stop. Connaughton chairs the Prince William County Board of Supervisors.


 
Written by Cathy Harding from news sources and staff reports.

 

Fight for your white
National Alliance targets Charlottesville

When Kim Langford went home for lunch on Tuesday, December 1, she found two sheets of paper, rolled up and wrapped in a rubber band, on the front lawn of her home on Lexington Avenue.

“I picked it up, thinking it was a flyer for gutter cleaning or something,” says Langford.

Instead, the flyers proclaimed that the United States invaded Iraq to satisfy Israel, and exhorted readers to “deport these arrogant Jews.”

“I was shocked,” says Langford. She says the flyers appeared in many of her neighbors’ yards, too, and were probably put there overnight. “Everyone on the street is shocked,” she says.

The flyers came from members of the National Alliance, a neo-Nazi group based in Hillsboro, West Virginia, with a Virginia outpost in Achilles, a small town in Gloucester County. According to its website, www.natall.com, the group believes that white people have evolved higher mental faculties than non-whites, and the group advocates creating a “white living space” by a “racial cleansing of the land.”

Shaun Walker, the chief operating officer for the National Alliance, says the flyers on Lexington Avenue came from Alliance members in Charlottesville, who distributed between 1,500 and 2,000 similar flyers along the I-64 corridor around the city.

“We have members in that area who want to spread the message to their neighbors,” says Walker, declining to provide their names.

“There’s no authorized spokesman in Charlottesville,” Walker says. “But there are a few strong candidates. When the time is right, we will authorize them and they can do interviews themselves.”

Charlottesville Police Sergeant Stephen Upman says the department received a report of “anti-Jewish” flyers around Hill Street and Robertson Avenue. Upman says the report was forwarded to police investigators. “How they’ll go with it, I can’t tell you,” he says.

Jon Zug, the City’s Assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney and a member of Congregation Beth Israel, the city’s only synagogue, says that the First Amendment protects inflammatory or hateful speech. There are limits, however—obscene language, threats to specific people, or attempting to incite a riot is against the law.

After being told about the flyers, Zug, who had not seen them himself, says “it certainly steps over what I would consider the moral line, but what you’ve described to me doesn’t step over the legal line.”

While the ideology governing the National Alliance, as outlined on its website, seems almost comical in its aims—a society, for example, where people dance waltzes and jigs “but never to undulate or jerk to negroid jazz or rock rhythms”—the Anti-Defamation League, a nonprofit organization dedicated to stopping defamation of Jews, has linked the National Alliance to violent crime.

According to the ADL’s website (www.adl.org), the National Alliance was founded in 1974 by William Pierce, who died in 2002. The ADL claims Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVeigh was inspired by Pierce’s novel The Turner Diaries; the ADL also links Alliance members with other killings and attempted bombings.

The National Alliance also distributes racist music through Pierce’s record label, Resistance Records. The ADL claims the National Alliance membership has grown 50 percent in the past six years to 1,500, mostly through literature distributed by more than 35 cells in 30 states, including Virginia.

Langford says she thinks Alliance members put flyers in most of the yards in her neighborhood. “I guess it’s not surprising,” she says, “but I’m shocked this stuff is in Charlottesville.”—John Borgmeyer

 

Security blanket
Smart, sober workforce could bring even more homeland security jobs to region

When Governor Mark Warner announced on November 16 that four companies riding the homeland security gravy train would hire nearly 11,000 Virginians over the coming five years, it was no surprise that the overwhelming majority of those new jobs would be in Northern Virginia. After all, NoVa’s proximity to Washington D.C., not to mention the preponderance of high tech companies along the Beltway, make that area a natural for the job growth. More unexpected, however, was the additional news that some of those homeland security jobs will land in Charlottesville. In fact, Science Applications International Corp., or SAIC, a San Diego-based research and engineering company that has done big business in integrating security systems since 9/11, will add to its local workforce. Eight more jobs are coming on top of its existing 90 in Albemarle, according to SAIC corporate public affairs spokesman Jared Adams.

SAIC, which is fully employee owned, was last month ranked No. 1 in Physics Today magazine as the “Top Physics Company.”

The so-called No. 1 place to live in the country and a top-ranked systems integration company—sounds like a natural alliance. “Charlottesville is a good place for us to grow because there is such a tremendous knowledge base for us to draw on,” Adams says.

Bob DeMauri, executive director of the Thomas Jefferson Partnership for Economic Development, foresees more homeland security pie coming our way. “I see the potential as being pretty good for the future in that Charlottesville is more than 100 miles from Washington and Northern Virginia, and that is an informal type of distance that people put on convenience and a higher level of security,” he says. “That, coupled with the technology-oriented environment with the university and the ability to access people who potentially could work in the homeland security area bodes well for this particular activity in terms of job creation for the future.”

Most of the eight new jobs currently open at SAIC are in computer application development and systems support, Adams says. After acquiring Presearch, a high-tech engineering firm also closely tied to the Pentagon, earlier this year, SAIC has all its Charlottesville employees together in a nondescript business park on Peter Jefferson Way. It’s not exactly the type of steel-trap environment that comes to mind with the phrase “homeland security.”

Both DeMauri and Walt Levering, regional director for Virginia’s Center for Innovative Technology, point to the presence of the National Ground Intelligence Center on Route 29N as another reason homeland security jobs are moving here. In addition, defense-related industry at UVA could boost homeland security jobs here, Levering says, citing nanotechnology, information technology and biotechnology as sectors on the move thanks to the federal dollar.

Jill Vaughan, the communications manager for the Virginia Economic Development Partnership, which joined Governor Warner in last month’s jobs announcement, confirms that homeland security is the “hot industry right now.” Her group tracks federal contracts, she says, and she too expects more of Uncle Sam in this region’s future. “A lot of companies need satellite offices far away from the capital,” she says. “And another reason is the workforce.

“You have talented people here who can get security clearance,” Vaughan says.—Cathy Harding

 

HOW TO: Become a docent at UVA Art Museum

Want to learn what an artist meant when he splattered paint over a canvas, and then explain it to everyone else? Volunteer to be a docent at the UVA Art Museum. Every year thousands of people tour the museum, a mansion-like space on Rugby Road, led by docents who range from 18 to 70 years old. They tell stories, and explain techniques and themes related to the art on the museum’s walls.

 To get the gig, you gotta like art and folks, have “intellectual curiosity,” fill out an application (of course), and have an interview. No previous art history knowledge is required. Once you’re in, new docents meet every Wednesday throughout the spring for two hours to learn about the exhibitions. The rigorous training will ramp up your knowledge of art and, no doubt, your intake of wine and cheese. There are additional perqs, too, like trips to other museums, and the auditing of University classes at no charge.

 Prospective docents are invited to attend education programs at 9:30am on the first Wednesday of each month in the Museum’s main hall. For more information call coordinator Deryn Goodwin at 924-7458.

 

 

Hey Joe, whadya know?
Baseball star stops in at local gym on his way to the pros

They say what goes around comes around, and in a Southside gym Joe Koshansky is bearing that out. Koshansky, the pitcher, first baseman and slugger who powered his way to 2004 ACC Player of the Year as a star on UVA’s baseball team is spending the next couple of months coaching the young players who work out at Total Performance gym. When he was a high school player in Fairfax, Koshansky says, former major leaguer Brian Snyder coached him.

 Coming full circle, Koshansky is on his way in March to spring training with the Colorado Rockies organization, which last summer drafted him as a first baseman in the sixth round. But before he gets there he’s putting in some time coaching local kids.

 “This is what I had when I was younger,” he says, “and I feel I can give that back, too.

 “I can help the kids here by showing them that hard work can make you successful,” Koshansky adds. “I don’t think that I have the most talent out of some of the guys I played with, but I think my work ethic made me a very good baseball player. If I can instill that on some of these kids, you never know what could happen.”

 Baseball fans remember the hearty calls of “Hey, Joe” and “C’mon now, Joe” that greeted his every at-bat at Davenport Field as the UVA team made its meteoric rise last season. A big man striding to the plate, he was a study in confidence. But Koshansky’s college career got off to rocky start. Through determination and what UVA baseball head coach Brian O’Connor calls Koshansky’s “work ethic,” he remade himself as a player. Koshansky is about to face another challenge of the same order as he transitions from cosseted college ball player to rookie minor leaguer.

 “When you get into professional baseball, you have to have a certain type of work ethic and professionalism about how you go about your business every day in terms of climbing the ladder,” O’Connor says. “If you don’t have professionalism and have a plan for what you’re going to do, the game will consume you. It will eliminate you.”

 At the tender age of 22, Koshansky is already a veteran at executing a plan. A much-noticed high school player, Koshansky did not distinguish himself in his first couple of years at UVA. Frustrated, he hit the weight room—and the protein powder, he says—and added 15 pounds of muscle to his frame. When the economics major returned to UVA for his junior year, he was a different athlete entirely. “The big thing Joe has going for him is he is a self-made player,” O’Connor says.

 While he waits out the 10 weeks until he flies to Tucson, Arizona, to join the Rockies’ preseason training, Koshansky is working out just as hard. “I spend a lot of time in the weight room,” he says, and it really shows. Clean-shaven with warm eyes, the muscles on his 6’4” frame practically pop through his orange Under Armor t-shirt during an interview. Still, between his continuing training sessions at UVA and Total Performance, he does manage to squeeze in some recreation: movie viewing (The Talented Mr. Ripley was a recent selection) and a few rounds on Halo 2, which every player knows is crucial for developing strong thumbs. (“Hey, it’s hand-eye coordination,” he jokes.)

 Larry Mitchell, who opened Total Performance in the Frank Ix building with partner Todd Proctor in February, says Koshansky has been an asset in the couple of weeks he’s been on board. “It’s good to have a guy like that around. He has a knowledge of hitting and a knowledge of the game,” Mitchell says.

 But beyond that, Koshansky also “knows what he doesn’t know,” and Mitchell, an 8-year veteran of pro ball who now directs baseball at Charlotttesville High School, says that quality will help get Koshansky to The Show. “He seems willing to learn,” Mitchell says. “He doesn’t seem like a know-it-all and that will serve him well in professional baseball because there is a lot to learn.”

 With classic rock blasting and the sharp ping! of hard hit baseballs punctuating the air in the workout room, Total Performance is right now something of an enclave for pro ballers. Besides Koshansky and Mitchell, who pitched for the Philadelphia Phillies and also played AA ball for the Orioles, White Sox and Yankees, Thomas Martin is also around the place for a couple of months. The San Francisco Giants club drafted Martin, the left-handed pitcher who was a standout at Albemarle High School and the University of Richmond.

 Whether the Little Leaguers and high school players who frequent Total Performance after school realize the caliber of the coaches helping them tweak their pitching mechanics or adjust their batting stances, they can’t help but feel the intensity. Especially when it comes to Koshansky.

 “He’s very dedicated and focused,” O’Connor says.

 “I’m going to have to step my game up again to get to where I want to go in the big leagues,” Koshansky says with apparent determination.

 There are a couple of aspects of his game that he already figures could use improvement. “I want to be able to wait longer so I can pull the ball to the right,” the left-hander says. “That’s one thing I’m working on right now.” And for another thing, he needs to up his velocity. “Cardio—that’s not one of my favorite things to do, to run,” he says.

 Lucky for Koshansky, he can get a head start on that project before he heads out to Arizona. Total Performance is equipped with two treadmills.—Cathy Harding

 

Blame game
Audit cites leadership failures in schools’ racial gap

A recent professional audit of the Charlottesville city school system doesn’t seem to be resolving any of the conflicts that have roiled parents, teachers and administrators since the school year began.

 Released on November 30, the 155-page audit was performed by Phi Delta Kappa. People had their first chance to comment publicly on the audit on Thursday, December 2, at the school board’s regular meeting at Charlottesville High School.

 The audit recommended broad changes to the city school system to deal with the so-called achievement gap, a general performance disparity between black and white students that plagues many school districts across the country.

 In Charlottesville, the issue has taken on new urgency because the federal No Child Left Behind program demands all students pass standardized tests before they graduate. New superintendent Scottie Griffin is charged with meeting the NCLB standards amidst criticism that her reforms could turn city schools into “testing mills,” as one speaker said on Thursday. One city elementary school, Clark, has already been sanctioned under NCLB.

 Charles Morrill, PTO president at Buford Middle School, praised the report as “the unvarnished truth,” and supported the audit’s call for reorganization.

 “I ask that you get your act together and do some of these things,” he said. “Let’s end the incredible waste of money.”

 Rick Turner, UVA’s dean of African-American Affairs, who has been a regular outspoken presence at school board meetings lately, said the report proves the achievement gap is not simply related to social and economic factors: “Now we know that for too long the problem has been one of leadership.”Others aren’t so sure.

 Five PDK auditors spent four days in September examining the school system, leading some to wonder how such a rapid assessment could be complete or accurate.

 “It seemed like a monumental task for five people,” said CHS language teacher Diane Price. “They were in my class for about two minutes.”

 Parent Paul Wagner opposed the PDK audit because he believed it heaped all the blame for the achievement gap on the school system.

 The achievement gap already exists “at the kindergarten door,” Wagner said. Administrators should “make schools places where every parent wants to send their child,” he said. “If we do that, the achievement gap will take care of itself.”

 There will be more chances for people to comment on the audit in the coming weeks; school board members said Thursday they will decide in 2005 which of the audit’s recommendations they will incorporate into the system. The entire audit can be seen at www.ccs.k12.va.us.—John Borgmeyer

 

Bandwidth bandwagon
A new AM radio station prepares to hit the local market

Charlottesville’s media market keeps growing. As television stations multiply like bunnies and local radio stations draw attention and dollars from media conglomerates, a new player is set to enter the AM radio market.

 On October 27, Anderson Communications, LLC filed an application with the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) to build and operate a new AM station in Charlottesville. Charles Anderson is the manager and sole member of the company, based in Bowling Green, Kentucky.

 Anderson owns an FM station with an “adult contemporary” format in Bowling Green. In January, Anderson set out to find available frequencies in communities where he thought the market might bear a new station. In addition to Charlottesville, Anderson has applications pending for new AM stations in South Shore, Kentucky, and in Glasgow, Kentucky. He estimates it will take nine months to a year for the FCC to process his application; if Anderson gets his permit, he would have three years to build the station.

 “My interest in Charlottesville was based on its size, being a university town, its obvious economic and cultural qualities, and the availability of the AM frequency,” Anderson says via e-mail.

 According to Anderson’s application to the FCC, which is available for inspection at the Jefferson-Madison Regional Library, the new station’s frequency (and location on the dial) would be 1450 kHz. “Given the nature of radio,” says Anderson, “it would be premature to speculate on programming.”

 Anderson plans to use an existing tower near the intersection of Melbourne and Rio roads.

 If the FCC approves Anderson’s application, his station will join Charlottesville’s crop of three AM stations. National radio behemoth Clear Channel Communications owns WCHV, a news-talk station, and WKAV, a sports station.

 In early October, local media mogul Brad Eure sold his three-station empire, which includes the news-talk AM station WINA as well as the FM stations WWWV and WQMZ, to Detroit-based Saga Communications. So far, Eure and Saga promise there will be few changes at the three stations.

 While the rise of Internet and satellite radio threatens to toss AM radio in the dustbin with cassette tapes and VCRs, Eure says a new AM station can make room for itself by defining and targeting the right audience.

“AM has its listeners, but certainly more people listen to FM,” Eure says.

According to the media research group Arbitron, the number of FM stations has grown in America (to 8,831 in 2003 from 4,190 stations in 1980) while the number of AM stations has remained level, at about 5,000 stations, over that same period.

New stations will have to find their niche to succeed, Eure predicts—a rule all the new media in Charlottesville may have to apply.

“We’re constantly searching for more choices, whether it’s in TV, radio or print,” says Eure. “The total number of radio listeners isn’t going to decrease. But the more stations there are, the more defined those stations are going to have to be.”—John Borgmeyer

 

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Life lines

I would like to point out some things about your article covering the Albemarle County Board of Zoning Appeals hearing on the Planned Parenthood building [“Clinic wins on appeal,” The Week, November 16]:

 1) David Nova’s comment, “Now we’re hearing about a mandate to overturn Roe v. Wade…” was a typical overstatement from Planned Parenthood. The BZA has NO authority to overturn Roe v. Wade. At issue was whether an abortion hospital belongs in a residential area. Only the deliberately misinformed believed that “choice” was at stake.

 2) You missed the irony regarding hospital standards at Planned Parenthood. First, you can’t accurately pin this on pro-lifers, since both pro-choice and pro-life residents oppose the hospital’s location. Secondly, if you love irony, ask yourself why Planned Parenthood isn’t the one lobbying the Virginia Legislature to require hospital standards for abortion clinics? Planned Parenthood claims to “fight for women’s lives,” but it took them 30 years to build an abortion clinic to hospital-like architecture in Virginia. Elevators that accommodate gurneys may seem unreasonable, unless you were one of the seven women who required emergency services at one abortion clinic in Northern Virginia in 2003. Plus, all other outpatient surgical clinics are accredited by the Joint Commission on Accreditation of Health Care Organizations (JCAHO), a national health care accrediting organization. Why does Planned Parenthood want to operate outside of the watchful eye of a board of health? Better still, Planned Parenthood is likely to convince their supporters to “fight for women’s lives” and lobby against higher clinic standards at the upcoming General Assembly. How is that for irony?

 3) Planned Parenthood claims to speak for families, but they didn’t build their clinic in Ivy, or a commercial area. They built next to middle-class town homes. Despite a typical $36.6 million surplus in 2003, they acquired cheaper land. The hearing was about whether Albemarle homeowners can expect the BZA to respect the property rights of local residents, since Planned Parenthood obviously will not.

 4) Planned Parenthood claimed they had 890 supporters present, but Nova neglected to mention that many of their activists came from several cities including Richmond, Washington D.C., and New York City. It is not wrong to recruit people, but if Planned Parenthood really thinks they are a majority, why are they trucking in activists from out of state? The Albemarle BZA doesn’t need a bigger auditorium, they need to check IDs and limit hearing observers to Albemarle residents only.

Marnie Deaton

Director, Central Virginia Family Foundation

 

 

You’d better shop around

I read with interest the article “Living the Poverty Diet” by Mitch Van Yahres [The Week, November 23]. I was very surprised that he was paying 90 cents for an apple, and that he said “most fresh fruits and vegetables were too expensive for my budget.”

 As an exercise, I took the $2.55 per day figure, as $17.90 per week, and did a little shopping in our store, C’Ville Market. I thought it a useful exercise, since we will shortly begin taking food assistance tender at our registers.

 My! I was able to buy 3 pounds of apples, a large bunch of celery, 10 pounds of potatoes, 3 pounds of onions, a big head of romaine lettuce, 2 pounds of kale, 2 pounds of carrots, 4 pounds of oranges, a pound of dried beans and a head of garlic. And I still had about $5 left in my weekly budget!

 The honorable delegate clearly needs some help in shopping and cooking. It isn’t the produce that’s high, it’s the Chocolate Covered Pizza Bombs that cost so much. I invite him to come and see us.

 

Claire Colette Coppin

Marketing Manager, C’Ville Market

 

 

Development hell

In my 30 years Downtown, the City of Charlottesville has done both good and bad [Read This First, November 23]. The apparently uncontrolled renovation of Downtown is a big bad. We all waited with frayed nerves for the completion of The Paramount Theater and of Court Square. Now we see that there is even less on-street parking and more street blockages. In answer to complaints concerning poor planning we are told, as we were a year ago, to be patient—all will be wonderful in two years. But, will any of the local stores be here in two years? In the meantime, will our rents or real estate taxes decrease?

 The last three weeks at Daedalus have been the slowest in 20 years. The holidays are here. Will some of us, because of poor city planning, not be here in the New Year?

 

Sandy McAdams

Owner, Daedalus Books

 

Reminiscing on Rall

I must say, I miss Ted Rall’s columns that C-VILLE used to run in the AfterThought section of the paper. Molly Ivins versus Rich Lowry is scarcely a replacement for his thought-provoking essays. Rall displays a rare willingness to explore and challenge the curious concepts popularized by the Bush Administration (such as prosecution of the “war on terror” to “bring peace and democracy to Iraq”). In this way Rall demonstrates the kind of courage that has long since been eradicated from the mainstream media; he has spent time on the ground seeing for himself conditions in Afghanistan, he has written a book on the subject (Gas War—The Truth Behind the American Occupation of Afghanistan), and he has a built a reputation as a fine war reporter.

 Whether or not one actually agrees with all of Rall’s opinions, his ideas are based on solid facts. His perspective is refreshing and humanitarian because he writes from the point of view of ordinary people (as opposed to corporations, corporate profit or superpower “geopolitical interests”). As we now appear to be moving into an era of the “New Dark Ages” in the United States in which facts seem to be irrelevant and inconvenient, original human thought is systematically suppressed and human rights are passé, I believe that Rall’s brand of provocative writing is particularly important for the promotion of a “collective national mental health.”

 So I would like to suggest that regular publication of Rall’s columns be resumed in the C-VILLE. If the mainstream media can get away with astonishing selectivity in its news coverage (e.g. incessant reporting of voter fraud in the Ukraine while completely ignoring the discovery of similar electoral shenanigans in Ohio and Florida), then we should surely be entitled to explicit accounts criticizing the “official” views. Or has this country already been transformed into something more resembling the former Soviet Union?

 

Rob Pates

Charlottesville

 

CORRECTIONS

The photo of Tom Peloso that ran with On the Record, November 23, was incorrectly attributed. The photographer is Aaron Farrington.

In last week’s cover story we incorrectly reported that Wild Wing Café offers karaoke. Instead, Buffalo Wild Wings has karaoke Thursdays at 9pm.

In last week’s Acquired Tastes column, we misspelled the name of Tammy Knock from Jefferson Vineyards.

In last week’s Plan It Now, we listed the wrong date for Tony Bennett’s performance at The Paramount Theater. The correct date is Wednesday, December 15.