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uesday, July 13
Media General seeing green

Media General, the media conglomerate that owns The Daily Progress and Boxerjam, today announced a second-quarter earnings gain of 5.9 percent compared with the same period in 2003. But earnings fell short of analysts’ predictions, knocking the company’s share price down slightly. Richmond-based Media General, which owns more newspapers in the southeast than any other company, posted quarterly revenue of $225 million. It owns The Tampa Tribune, Richmond Times-Dispatch, 26 TV stations and more than 50 Web ventures. Company officials said TV ads, including political spots, were big boosts, while earnings from Media General’s share in a newsprint company were disappointing. In a mid-year report, Media General said Boxerjam—the local website featuring games, which the company purchased in June 2002—is signing up 700 new users daily. But company figures show that Boxerjam only earned about $216,000 in the first five months of 2004.

 

Wednesday, July 14
God gets the call

About 100 anti-abortion activists today formed a prayer circle in the Albemarle County Office Building to protest the impending Planned Parenthood office on Hydraulic Road, reports David Dadurka in The Daily Progress. Demonstrators drummed up support on a website, www.charlottesvillefamilyforum.com, which says, “We are determined that Planned Parenthood not have a ‘free walk’ in opening such a large facility, dedicated to performing abortions and promoting their ‘safe sex’ agenda to our children.”

 

Thursday, July 15
Holland hangs it up

UVA today announced that Terry Holland, former men’s basketball coach and athletic director, will leave his current job as a special assistant to UVA President John Casteen III at the end of August. Holland has been raising funds for the $129 million basketball arena that will replace University Hall. During his stint as the head b-ball coach (1974-1990), Holland racked up a 326-173 record—the most successful run in Cavalier hoops history, according to a UVA press release.

 

Friday, July 16
Fifth District forks it over

The campaign of Rep. Virgil Goode Jr., who represents Charlottesville and the rest of the Fifth District in the U.S. House of Representatives, today said it had $585,563 on-hand at the end of June, according to The Daily Progress. Goode’s coffers are almost 10 times deeper than those of Democratic challenger Al Weed, who has $60,000. However, Goode outpaced Weed in fundraising by a narrower margin in the second quarter, reeling in $166,742 to Weed’s $110,000, according to the DP.

 

Saturday, July 17
Another football arrest

A week after the UVA football team announced that Ottawa Anderson, its top returning wide receiver, was off the team due to off-field discipline issues, one of the team’s running back recruits is in trouble with the law. The incoming freshman, Ahmad Bradshaw, was arrested early Saturday and charged with underage alcohol possession and obstruction, reports The Daily Progress. Bradshaw allegedly fled the arresting officer, and struggled briefly while being apprehended at the Rotunda.

 

Sunday, July 18
No rest for Van Yahres

With the day-of-rest fiasco now resolved by a General Assembly special session last week, Virginia business owners could today rest easier that employees would not opt out of work to honor their religious right to a day off. The General Assembly voted 79-1 on Tuesday for the legislative remedy, with the lone dissenter being Charlottesville Del. Mitchell Van Yahres. In a press release, Van Yahres said the day-of-rest flurry was a rush to judgment in which lawmakers leapt to the defense of businesses without considering the facts or the potential impacts on employees. “All I hear is conjecture about how the day-of-rest provision might be abused, how employers will suffer and how the sky is falling! The response to this situation has sometimes bordered on hysteria,” Van Yahres said in the release.

 

Monday, July 19
More on embryos

Jonathan Moreno, director of the Center for Biomedical Ethics at the UVA Health System, has been appointed co-chairman of a new National Academy of Sciences committee on stem cell research. Moreno and 10 other scientists and bioethicists will devise a set of guidelines for stem cell research, The Daily Progress today reports. Moreno drew headlines in January 2003, when he refused to join a similar bioethics committee that the Bush Administration had assembled. At the time, Moreno told The Washington Post, “This administration cares about finding any way they can to advance their platform on the protection of embryos, in general, and on stem cell research, in particular.”

 

Love letters
Wireless generation flirts via text messaging

wireless companies are constantly adding gimmicky capabilities such as video games or cameras to their phones. Among the more entrenched of these seemingly superfluous add-ons is text messaging, the ability to type out little notes, usually within a 160-character limit, to then beam into other phones.

 “Texting” is huge in the United Kingdom, Japan and many other countries. In China, the government has begun censoring billions of text messages, according to The New York Times. The move might not be an act of mere paranoia, as the masses of text messagers—tagged the “thumb generation” by a Spanish newspaper editor—helped spur the 2001 ouster of the Filipino president and rally support for the recent election of Spain’s Socialist prime minister.

 However, most textsters, including those among the 166 million wireless subscribers in the United States, veer away from political upheaval and toward the tawdry. Millions of fans have texted votes for their favorite “American Idol.” And text messages have made a high-profile cameo in one of the biggest media stories of the year: the Kobe Bryant trial.

 With as many as 63 percent of American teenagers sending text messages, according to the Cellular Telecommunications & Industry Association, text messages are increasingly part of a flirt’s repertoire.

 Walt McGough, a rising senior at UVA, says many of his friends regularly send text messages. Though McGough is not a fan of texting himself, he hazards a theory for its use in dating, saying text messages are for people “who don’t want to risk having an actual conversation.”

 In a text message, one can be witty and discreet, whipping off a good line without hazarding a potential faux pas. In addition, it’s not as forward as a phone call, giving the object of affection the option of gracefully ignoring the texter.

 Andrew Leahey, also a rising senior at UVA and a C-VILLE editorial intern, says his ex-girlfriend recently tapped into the agenda-controlling potential of text messaging to contact him. Leahey’s ex, whom he hadn’t heard from in three years, was swinging through Charlottesville, and let him know of her visit with a text message.

 “She used it as a way of contacting me without actually contacting me,” Leahey says. Though Leahey calls text messaging “the coward’s way,” he grudgingly admits that “it works.”

 To better convey a message with a max of 160 characters, texters often get creative with their shorthand, as do chat room and instant message aficionados. The message, “got to go, at work” can be compressed to g2g @wrk. The lingo is part of “a whole slang language that’s evolved,” says UVA graduate and texter Mike Megliola.

 Text messages have also proved to be an ideal means of communication among the cheating set. The most famous display of texting infidelity came when British soccer star David Beckham, the studly hubby of Posh Spice, allegedly exchanged explicit text messages with his sultry personal assistant. An extreme example of this sort of impropriety is a D.C.-residing friend of this reporter, who would often furtively write several ladies from his cell phone—his fingers tapping with the speed of a Japanese teenager—sometimes even while in the company of his girlfriend. The privacy and discretion of text messaging was tailor-made for his form of sleaze.

 Charlottesville residents, however, may be less inclined than most to use cell phones for such nefarious purposes. This is because, according to well-placed observers such as Jamey Barlow, the sales manager at Digi-Tel Communications on Seminole Trail, and to informal polling conducted by C-VILLE Weekly, text messaging is not very popular locally.

 “People don’t really use it that often,” Barlow says of the text messaging option.

 UVA grad Megliola says he used text messaging while studying in Lyon, France, in 2002. But when he got back to the United States, he chose a phone that can’t even send text messages.

 “Life’s a little too short to be pushing buttons all day long,” Megliola explains.—Paul Fain

 

Energy crisis
Local activists say no nukes is good nukes

Thirty years ago, Elena Day protested America’s first foray into nuclear power. She sported buttons, handed out fliers, marched on the Capitol. She still takes her message to the streets—the green bumper sticker on her car reads “No New Nukes at North Anna.”

 In 1979, a near-catastrophic meltdown at Pennsylvania’s Three Mile Island galvanized public opposition to nuclear power. “It appeared the battle had been won,” says Day. “But people have forgotten about it again.”

 Now Day is back on the “no nukes” beat, trying to rouse public opposition to the Bush Administration’s plan to build 50 additional nuclear reactors in the United States—including, perhaps, two new reactors at the North Anna nuclear power plant in Louisa County. This time around, however, the battle could be much more difficult.

 According to Bush’s 2001 National Energy Policy, nuclear fission is poised to become a “major component” of the nation’s power supply. Nuclear fission occurs when an atom, typically uranium or plutonium, is split into two or more parts, releasing a huge amount of energy. Billing nuclear power as an “environmentally sound” power source, the document proposes streamlining the permitting process and adding a litany of federal perks to encourage construction of new plants, which could cost more than $1 billion.

 “It’s a pretty expensive way to boil water,” says Day.

 In 2002, Richmond-based Dominion, parent company of Dominion Virginia Power, became one of three companies to get in line for the government’s atomic largesse. Dominion is currently seeking an “early site permit” from the federal Nuclear Regulatory Commission (NRC) that would clear its way to build two new nuclear reactors on the shores of Lake Anna in Mineral.

 Perhaps anticipating controversy, Dominion seems to be hedging its bets. While Dominion spokesman Jim Norvelle says the company has made “no commitment” to building the new North Anna plants, he also notes that the site permit would be good for 20 years, and that Dominion is also seeking federal licenses to build and operate two new plants.

 There are already two nuclear reactors at Lake Anna, one dating to 1978 and the other to 1980. Both were originally licensed to operate for 40 years, and each license has been extended an extra 20 years.

 To fight Dominion, Day joined her friend, Abhaya Thiele, in a new activist group called People’s Alliance for Clean Energy. PACE has joined the Blue Ridge Environmental Defense League and Ralph Nader’s group, Public Citizen, in opposing the plants.

 In December, Dominion will likely apply to the Louisa Board of Supervisors for permission to expand Lake Anna’s nuclear-waste storage capacity; also around December, there will be a public hearing with the NRC in Louisa, where people can comment on Dominion’s site-permit application.

 There are plenty of reasons people should oppose the new plants, says Thiele—enormous construction costs, possible water pollution, dangerous waste and the potential for accidents or terrorist attack.

 Norvelle says he won’t respond to PACE’s contentions point by point. Instead, he summarizes, “We have a very safe track record.”

 PACE hopes to rally public opposition while there’s still time to defeat Dominion’s application. Their best hope may lie not in marches, however, but in the voting booth. According to Public Citizen, the three companies that stand to benefit the most from the Bush Administration’s heightened interest in atomic power—Dominion, Entergy and Exelon—contributed nearly $1 million during the past three election cycles to standing members of the Senate Energy Committee.—John Borgmeyer

 

Hidden treasures
Sex toy parties for the “pleasure button” crowd

Twelve folders in primary colors and an open bottle of 2003 Coteaux du Lange rest on the coffee table in the living room of a small brick house near Downtown. Inside each folder is an order form and catalogue. Fifteen well-dressed, well-spoken, unmarried women in their mid-20s to early 30s lounge about on shabby chic décor.

 By the mantle stands Amanda, a 27-year-old “Romance Enhancement Consultant” for Tasteful Treasures, a Virginia Beach-based company that sells sex toys through representatives who make house calls to women only. Known as, excuse me, “fuckerware parties,” these gatherings are Tupperware parties for the post-Samantha Jones age.

 Dressed in a black t-shirt, Amanda has blond hair, sports the shag cut Meg Ryan made famous, and prefers to be known simply as “Amanda.” Waiting for her partygoers to quiet down, she bounces a purple dildo with a head at both ends (“for double entry,” she explains) against her blue jean-clad thigh.

 Fuckerware parties popped into national headlines last November with the arrest of Joanne Webb, a Texas-based consultant for Passion Parties (a Tasteful Treasures competitor) who was arrested on an archaic technicality for selling a vibrator to two undercover cops. The parties are especially popular in Bible Belt states where they are pitched as ways to strengthen the sexual relationships of committed, heterosexual couples—not as toys to enliven the sex lives of singles.

 Amanda, who had no prior interest in sex toys and wouldn’t describe herself as a “sexpert,” began consulting for Tasteful Treasures in April. She had been looking for a part-time job she could keep while working full-time, and sex toy consultant fit the bill. She hosts three to four of these a month.

 The party starts as Amanda instructs the women to come up with sexy names for themselves. “I’m going to be Always Ready Amanda.”

 The results—Creative C., Pleasing P., Wild W., Crooked C., two Kinky K.s, Available A., Easy E., Anal A., Nubile N., Even Easier E.—are relatively tame. Like Amanda, the women prefer anonymity. They have come for various reasons: curiosity and a good “hahaha,” and “to discuss with…friends the things everybody does but nobody talks about,” says Creative C.

 The icebreaker is 24 sex-life questions. Question No. 8: “Have you ever done position ‘69’?” Question No. 12: “Have you ever used whipped cream [or] chocolate syrup…during sex?” Question No. 18: “Have you ever had sex while you or your partner is driving?”

 “Actual sex?”

 “Actual sex. As in intercourse,” clarifies Amanda. “Like the interstate. At night. Cruise control.”

 Tonight’s special is the Crystal Dancer, a vibrator with ball bearings rotating inside it, on sale at $89, down from $99. “Unit” is Tasteful Treasures’ euphemism for “penis”; “pleasure button” is code for “clitoris.”

 First out, Hearts of Fire, a cream that’s “good for the pleasure button or the unit” during “oral favors.” Nymph Cream, also for the “pleasure button,” Amanda recommends, “if you like to ride horses or…motorcycles.”

 Not Yet cream elicits the most curiosity.

 “Use your finger and rub this on the main vein and he will last longer,” instructs Amanda.

 “Like his erection will last longer or he just won’t come so quickly?” asks Kinky K.

 “Both, both.”

 “Both?”

 “Yes.” Pens scribble hopeful marks on the order forms.

 After a 15-minute break, out comes the Waterproof G-Spot Dolphin. Demonstrating on herself, Amanda shows how the vibrator’s curved nose is shaped to hit you right “there.” The Dolphin, the Chocolate Dream, the Ultimate Beaver and the French Tickler make their rounds and the room is abuzz. Literally.

 “Now close your eyes and hold out a hand,” instructs Amanda. A succession of shrieks break out like The Wave around the room: The Pirate’s Cove is for him.

 “’Honey, I’m tired tonight. I got a Hungry Man in the fridge for you and a Pirate’s Cove in the bedroom!’” jokes Creative C.

 But the Pearl Butterfly, a white vibrator, with a pearl-filled shaft and a fluttering butterfly for the “pleasure button,” is the pièce de resistance.

 “It’s so pretty,” the women “ooh” and “ah,” as Amanda retreats to another room to take orders in private. The chocolate pie and 2003 Coteaux have been demolished. “What are you gonna get?” is the question on everyone’s mind.—Nell Boeschenstein

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Come here often?

Restaurants help define a place. The world’s great cities are known for their dining rooms: Maxim’s in Paris, Katz’s Deli in New York, Chez Panisse in Berkeley. And Charlottesville is no different. l But behind a restaurant’s feel are its customers, particularly the cast of characters who regularly pull up a seat. l So who are Charlottesville’s restaurant regulars? What keeps them coming back, sometimes every day, over years or even decades? l To answer these questions, C-VILLE set out to four popular local dining spots. There, we met The Walrus, had a grammar lesson, learned about the Pro Jets and watched a kid take a nap. Though the reasons for loyalty are varied, it’s clear there are several homes away from home among Charlottesville’s restaurants.

 

Bar exam
Two decades later attorney J. Benjamin Dick still cross-examines the C&O experience

When Dave Simpson pushed the $4,000 tab across the bar, “The Walrus” got what he deserved. Original owner Sandy McAdams had sold the C&O to Dave Simpson in 1982 and, after six years of putting everything on his tab, The Walrus had some accounts to settle.

   “It was all those bottles of champagne I bought for every good looking woman I saw,” The Walrus laughs tonight, as he nurses a Stoli and soda. (Sometimes, he switches it up with a martini). He’s sitting at his usual spot at the end of the long wooden bar by the fish tank, directly across from the vodka—Absolut, Finlandia and Stolichnaya, and the gin—Tanqueray, Beefeater and Bombay. Hunched over an empty plate, slightly crumpled white linen napkin in his lap, J. Benjamin Dick, or simply Ben, as his friends call him, holds court from his barstool, the back of which bears a shiny brass plaque engraved with his moniker.

   At the tables squeezed into the small, dimly lit, wood-paneled room with a white linen tablecloth and simple flower arrangement adorning each, Dick’s fellow diners (and drinkers) talk softly. At one table, a well-dressed older woman smoking a clove cigarette remarks to the waitress, “I love to have vegetables with my martini.” A few tables over, a group of intellectually inclined young men discuss the letters of Schoenberg and Kandinsky.

   Dick pays little attention to the restaurant beyond the bar. At 56, he is a stocky man with round features. He sports a khaki baseball hat and navy polo shirt, both emblazoned with the Foxfield emblem. Occasionally, Dick, who has been president of Foxfield for 25 years, takes hold of the brim of his hat and pulls it down more firmly onto his head.

   “I’m very familiar with ABC rules,”
he laughs.

   “Yeah, he’s the big kahuna, though you’d never know it looking at him!” says Chip, tonight’s bartender.

   Dick’s feet relax on the footrest of his barstool and his legs are slightly spread. He has just polished off an early dinner of artichoke pate (“the best pate in the world, if you like garlic”), followed by salmon over tablouleh.

   “I remember the day when you could come into the C&O and every day was a new menu. That was the exciting part about it—seeing what they would do next,” he says.

   “He notices every time he comes in,” says Chip of Dick’s attention to the menu.

   Ben shrugs, “I’m a regular.”

   “He’s a total regular,” says Chip.

   Fake plants sway inside the fish tank, casting a greenish light on the left side of Dick’s face. The two glass toys through which a fat white goldfish and two neon tetras swim lazily were both hand-blown by Chip. One toy is a glass fish that sits belly to the bottom of the tank and the other is a “C” on top of an “O.” It’s the light from the tank that attracts Dick to this spot. When he’s not talking, he’s reading. “I read four papers a day,” he explains proudly, naming five: The Washington Post, The New York Times, USA Today, The Daily Progress, The Richmond Times Dispatch. “As I get older, I need more light,” he says.

   A self-employed lawyer for 27 years with an office on Park Street, Dick has been coming to the C&O at least once a week for 24 of them. “The C & O, in many ways, is like family, after all these years,” he says, and he has represented the restaurant “whenever they’re in a jam.

   “Usually when there’s some trouble with the government or ABC or some wayward customer that says he’s been served bad food or a bad drink. Of course the answer [in that case] is ‘No way!’ That was an easy case.”

   It was his real family that first brought him to Charlottesville when he was 10 years old. He returned in 1974 after graduating from the T.C. Williams School of Law at the University of Richmond to take care of his ailing grandmother and stayed. “She was going to die any day. One thing led to another,” he says. “Nineteen years later she died. I was here all 19 years.” One of seven children (four boys and three girls) who are now scattered up and down the East Coast, Dick is the only one who has remained in Charlottesville. He’s got an ex-wife and two children—a daughter and a son—around town.

When the C&O opened in 1976 it doubled as a music club, and that was the early appeal for Dick. “I heard Sonny Rollins, the famous saxophonist, right back there,” he says waving his hand in the direction of the upstairs. “And Sarah Vaughan. Sarah Vaughan sat right there at the middle of the bar,” he points to the center seat, “for two and a half hours. Kept us spellbound.”

   Music recurs as a topic throughout his conversation, clearly something Dick relishes. “A sacred tradition at the C&O I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed is that the bartender controls the music. You come in here three times a week and you hear three different types of music,” he says. Then, nodding in the direction of Chip, snappily outfitted in a moustache, suspenders and a short-sleeved dress shirt, “Chip, he’s the jazz guy…He also does, you know, the swing and the, what do you call ’em, the troubadours? You know, Frank Sinatra?”

   At the mention of Sinatra, Chip chimes in, “Did you see that picture on the Internet of him when he got arrested? It was, like, 1949. He was, like, 18 years old. He got arrested in New Jersey for sleeping with somebody’s wife.”

   “I didn’t know that!” laughs Dick. “That’s another thing, it’s a trivia bar…Lounge lizard.”

   The days of “just tab it” are long gone, but the camaraderie is palpable. In the time since The Walrus was handed that $4,000 bill, he has probably wracked up as much, if not more, in Stoli and soda and artichoke pate. But it’s with pride mixed with nostalgia that Dick says, “I still got that [bill] up in my office. I’m going to frame it one day.”—N.B. 7/13/2004

 

Home away from home
For David Walker, Jr. Mel’s Café is a family setting

The engraving on a blue plaque hanging on the wall at Mel’s Café reads: “Presented to Melvin Walker and his family for loyal and unselfish acts of kindness to his old community.”

   The “Pro Jets,” a summer weightlifting program for teenagers living in the Westhaven neighborhood, presented the plaque to Walker in 2001. It shares wall space with posters of the UVA basketball team and the Washington Redskins, beside other community awards Mel received from Tri-Area Foster Families, the Ebony Social Club, UVA’s Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity, the Sunday Football Club and the 10 1/2 Street NW Neighborhood Association.

   The name “Pro Jets” is a takeoff of “projects,” says David Walker, Jr., who founded the weightlifting club 24 years ago. Walker—no relation to the restaurateur—has been a lifelong fixture of the Westhaven neighborhood and a daily customer at Mel’s.

   “I like to come here for the atmosphere. Mel and them is just like brothers. Marie is just like a mother to me,” says Walker, referring to Mel’s mother, who helps run the restaurant along with Mel’s brother, Arthur.

   Now 49, Mel first opened, and then closed, his café on W. Main Street in the late ’80s. In 1995 he re-opened, and since then David Walker has eaten there almost daily, sometimes three meals a day. When he talks about his favorite items on Mel’s menu—ham and cheese omelets with mushrooms, fish with string beans and mashed potatoes, sweet potato pie and, of course, “the best burger in Charlottesville”—he speaks with affection and respect for a Westhaven brother made good.

   “I’ve been getting food from Mel since I’ve been knowing him, for 30 years,” says Walker, 44.

   Although he has no wife or children of his own, much of David Walker, Jr.’s life plays out within a web of family ties that define Charlottesville’s tightly knit African- American communities. When Walker goes to Mt. Alto Baptist Church in Howardsville, for example, his sister, nieces, nephews and cousins join him in the choir. When Walker’s not bagging groceries at Harris Teeter, he’s gathering kids from Westhaven for a bus trip to the swimming pool or the miniature golf course.

   Walker was 3 years old when the City demolished his family’s house on Commerce Street and built the Westhaven housing project, in the name of “urban renewal,” in 1963. At Charlottesville High School he lettered in football, basketball and his favorite sport, baseball.

   After high school, Walker signed to play A-division minor league baseball with the Bluefield Orioles in West Virginia. After two weeks, the Hagerstown Suns called Walker up to play in the AA division. Then, he jumped to the AAA division—one step below the majors—in Rochester, New York, for six weeks before breaking his foot trying to stretch a double into a triple.

   “I never got drafted after that,” he says. “But I had already played my ball, so I was satisfied.”

   After he returned to Charlottesville in 1983, Walker worked with the City’s Parks and Recreation Department. All the while, he used his spare time to organize activities for Westhaven children.

   Besides the Pro Jets, he still organizes car washes to help kids raise money for UVA’s basketball camp. With the support of John Halliday, director of the Jefferson-Madison Regional Library, and former City Councilor Meredith Richards, Walker brings the local bookmobile to Westhaven and hosts a combination pizza party and reading session for the kids.

   To keep the boys’ attention, Walker employs techniques he learned from his best friend, former Army drill sergeant Gary Stinnie, who died 10 years ago. “You use the cadence in your voice, to keep their mind straight,” says Walker.

   He’s munching fried mozzarella sticks at a glass-topped table near Mel’s door, as lunchtime customers pass in from and out to the steaming afternoon glare. A construction worker ambles in, cradling a hardhat beneath a massive, tattooed forearm. He gazes down at Walker, tosses him the cool nod young men use as a greeting. Walker smiles.

   “I’ve been knowing these kids since they were small,” says Walker. “I’ve changed their diapers.”

   Walker’s C-VILLE interview draws teasing from his surrogate family behind the counter. “When you’re a big star, don’t forget about the little people!” laughs Mel’s mother, Marie.

   “Don’t worry. Hey, I’m the little people,” says Walker.—J.B. 7/13/2004

 

 

Java with Junior
Carol Ross and her little guy find plenty of room at C’ville Coffee

When you enter C’ville Coffee, the aroma hits you right away. It isn’t the same scent of freshly ground beans that permeates the air of your average coffee shop; it’s a little different. At first, the place is steeped in the smells of Vietnamese cooking from the back-room kitchen. Then there is something more intangible, but, all the while, immediately familiar—a scent that, were they to make an incense of it, might simply be labeled “Children Playing.”

   For local photographer Carol Ross, 38, and her son Austin, 2, C’ville Coffee is a great place to play. They visit the eggshell-colored Harris Street establishment (located off the always-busy McIntire Road) up to six times a week to soak up the family-friendly environment. “We probably come here more because he wants to,” Ross says, nodding to Austin, a wild tuft of hair with a gray Spider-Man t-shirt, who somersaults around the room, making his way to the Kids Corner where an approximately 10′ wooden anchor functions equally well as a balance beam, hopscotch board and wrestling mat for a rambunctious brood whose parents dine nearby.

   Ross credits owners Toan Nguyen and Betsy Patrick with giving the restaurant its great energy and a cosmopolitan “best-of-both-worlds” ambiance. “It’s diverse—it feels like it’s outside of Charlottesville,” she says. “You see Asian, Indian, Latin, black, white…”

   Nguyen, born in Vietnam and raised in Brussels, Belgium, says he and wife Patrick, both UVA alumni, spent time in San Francisco and Paris before returning to Charlottesville to raise their children. They opened C’ville Coffee four years ago, hoping to provide a place where the City’s many groups could gather together. “Everyone’s welcome, from the little toddler to businesspeople to students,” says Nguyen.

   Boasting a menu as diverse as its clientele, the restaurant serves up multinational specialties like French crepes and create-your-own noodle bowls with grilled lemongrass tofu, chicken and beef—not to mention an entire chalkboard list of gourmet American sandwiches.

   While Austin has a peanut-butter and jelly by the Kids Corner, you’ll find Carol Ross sitting on a wicker sofa with the more mature Turkey Lurkey, an earthy slice of California piled with turkey, red onions, cucumbers, sprouts and the denouement: a creamy, delicate goat cheese spread. Her husband Monty, a filmmaker who with Spike Lee has produced films like Malcolm X and Clockers, prefers the decadent Berry Turkey, with maple turkey on country wheat bread, Brie, mayonnaise, cranberry sauce and lettuce.

   Monty Ross docks himself near the anchor by a tot-sized orange table-and-chair set, transferring a pile of children’s classics from the floor to a tiny bookshelf and helping to refill a Tupperware container brimming with toys—all of which scream for a hefty dose of Lysol. Across the room though, it’s Carol Ross’ infectious laugh that you can’t help but catch, as she tells how, a year and a half ago, she and Monty left the fast-track Los Angeles lifestyle to be near family and raise Austin. It wasn’t long after moving to Charlottesville that they found their way to C’ville Coffee and were charmed by the welcoming atmosphere.

   “Austin pretty much grew up there,” says Ross. “He was an infant when we started going and I just remember when it was really peaceful and he would just sleep and we’d hold him and order coffee. Now he’s running around there and knows it really well.”

   Carol Ross also looks forward to a time when Austin is old enough for a babysitter, when she and Monty are able to relax in the mysterious “Adult Zone.” C’ville Coffee’s Adult Zone, on the farthest end of the room from the Kids Corner, is partitioned off by an ornate black, metal gate, with a sign that decrees “Children must be accompanied by an adult.” Inside, under the shade of a palm tree, people read quietly from the selection of books in categories like “Career,” “U.S. Travel” and “Winston Churchill.” Covering the back wall, a large mural in bright, acrylic colors shows an African-American woman serenely sipping coffee at a lavish red table.

   Outside the Adult Zone, as Austin snatches the pillow from a wicker chair for a quick nap on the floor, the faint trumpet burst of Jean-Joseph Mouret’s Rondeau has Carol Ross raving about the music: “You can hear Miles Davis, Brazilian, Mozart, Billie…” Brazilian is her favorite—it was the perfect soundtrack for “Exposed,” a photography exhibition she hung at C’ville Coffee last August.

   Photography is now a primary focus for Ross, who says she did commercials in a previous life. In June, her show “Souls of Our Feet” was on prominent display at The Mudhouse on the Downtown Mall. She’s also working on a book of photography, which she hopes will be out for sale by early 2006. When that happens, don’t be surprised to find a copy gracing the shelves at C’ville Coffee. Says Nguyen: “We want to be like the Charlottesville living room.”—B.S.

 

Far from the edge
Tavern regulars are not “peripheral” people. Just ask breakfast mainstays Ken and Beverly Beirne

A cramped grill, just behind the bar, on which sits a giant vat of butter—we’re talking like 10 pounds of whipped fat here—is where Lyndsay Feggans does his thing. As the primary grill chef at The Tavern, a venerated greasy spoon on Emmet Street, Feggans is a virtuoso with the spatula, tapping out a rhythm among various simmering omelets, pancakes and piles of home fries and bacon.

   The system at The Tavern, which opened in a previous, largely unchanged iteration 50 years ago, is decidedly old school. As a result, Feggans has no computerized system to aid him as he tracks as many as eight omelets at a time. Yet Feggans, who wears a white toque cocked to the side under his sizable curls, and has a lanky, smooth manner that makes him look like Snoop Dogg in middle age, maintains order in his sizzling domain.

   Feggans flicks a Swiss cheese-stuffed omelet onto a plate, and passes the grub to a waitress just two minutes after the order arrives on a hastily scribbled slip. He’s quick at the grill, perhaps too fast, says Tavern owner Shelly Gordon. And though Gordon does not hesitate to praise Feggans, who has worked at The Tavern for at least a decade, he says one other Tavern chef exceeded his grill skills.

   “I had one better than him,” Gordon says. “He died on me … cancer ate him up.”

   Besides being handy with a spatula, Gordon says Feggans and the previous grill maestro, who died at 36, shared the same two faults: drinking Budweiser and smoking on the job.

   The open dining room of The Tavern sits under a barn-like roof with eaves stained alternately blue and orange. On the outside of that roof is The Tavern’s auspicious double-sided slogan, “WHERE STUDENTS, TOURISTS, & TOWNPEOPLE MEET.”

   Though Gordon gladly points out three grammatical mistakes in the sloppily emblazoned phrase, when asked if he plans to fix the mistakes he replies, “Hell no.” Gordon, his employees and the Tavern’s many devotees aren’t keen on changes to the classic greasy spoon. About the only changes Gordon has made in the 24 years since he switched from being a regular at the diner to its owner, are a stuffed deer and buffalo head and the occasional camouflaged canoe, which he has raffled off in the past.

   On any morning visit to The Tavern, which serves breakfast and lunch and has two beer taps, one is likely to see clusters of hung-over, separate-check requesting students, visitors from out of town and a healthy dose of townpeople. The Tavern’s scads of regulars, some who eat at The Tavern at least once a day, are enlisted from all three of the slogan’s groups.

   Across the barn-like restaurant from Feggans’ grill station is a wall of small booths, all with straight wooden backs. Given the prodigious serving sizes at The Tavern, the booths seem a little tight.

   At one of these booths is Bruce Bond, who has been both townie and student, of a sort, in his thousands of visits to The Tavern. Soon after his grandfather introduced him to the joint 43 years ago, Bond, then a student at Lane High School in Charlottesville, learned that a townie teen could open quite a few social doors by impersonating a UVA student at The Tavern.

   “I was a first year student from the time I was a freshman in high school,” Bond says. “I went to more frat parties in high school than in college.”

   Since those early UVA co-ed cruising days, Bond has continued to enjoy image tweaking at The Tavern. Wearing a Harley baseball cap to breakfast on this recent morning, Bond, who goes on hunting trips with Gordon, says he’ll take the townie cliché all the way by wearing his hunting duds in the restaurant. But he also sports a coat and tie on some days. And, back in ’96, Bond had his wedding reception at The Tavern, “band and all.”

   Bond and other regulars rave about the food at The Tavern. Like a professional football player, the omelets and pancakes at The Tavern come big and fast—fulfilling the mission of any great pancake house. But a discerning diner can taste the difference in the Tavern’s home fries, biscuits and ham from their equivalents at chains and other lesser restaurants. The reason: Gordon’s crew prepares these and other foods from scratch, peeling the potatoes, cutting the ham and baking the biscuits in the room behind the restaurant’s former drive-up window.

   But the food is not all that steers Bond to keep coming back:, “These guys do an outstanding job,” he says, gesturing toward the grill cooks and waitresses. “You can’t drive these people out of here with a stick of dynamite.”

   Gordon confirms that his employees often serve long stints at The Tavern, adding that many have been fired and rehired during their tenures, some as many as four times.

   Regular firings at The Tavern are not evidence of an imperious boss, however, but rather that Gordon believes in second chances. The only two unpardonable offenses for an employee are stealing and dropping the F-bomb.

 

On one recent Monday morning, Ivy residents and hardcore Tavern regulars Ken Beirne, 59, and his wife Beverly, 46, grab a table at the restaurant and order pancakes—Ken’s with two eggs, over-easy, and Bev’s with walnuts. They wave hello to another couple, also regulars, and Bev politely whispers, “She’s a school teacher.”

   “The cooks, waitresses, they’re all like family,” says Ken, who first started eating at The Tavern in 1984, as Helen, a 23-year Tavern vet, glides around, repeatedly filling up Ken and Bev’s coffees—not needing to ask which Beirne prefers decaf. “It’s a cultural sort of meeting place.”

   Both Beirnes say Tavern denizens cross an elusive and rare line of social contact where customers begin acknowledging Tavern workers and fellow customers around town, ask about each other’s kids and hang out together in the restaurant. “The people that come here are not peripheral people,” Ken says.

   The Tavern is the type of place where Ken, when noticing that the wait staff is overwhelmed, will step up and carry the coffee pot to waiting cups around the restaurant.

    Bev says the couple has the ability to move anywhere at this point, but that The Tavern, ACAC and other community gathering places keep them in Charlottesville.

   “If this place were to close down, I think there would be a lot of unhappy people,” Ken says. A few minutes later their check arrives. It runs to just over $9.—P.F. 7/13/2004

 

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Tuesday, June 29
Not guilty

Donna Somerville, a wealthy Orange county widow, was found not guilty today in the 2001 poisoning death of her husband, wrapping up a two-week trial and a steady drumbeat of front-page stories in The Daily Progress. Because it was not a jury trial, Orange County Circuit Judge Dan Bouton made the call, citing discrepancies in forensic evidence as a factor in his ruling. “This was not an acquittal on a technicality, it was an acquittal on the merits, which is the most satisfying,” Bouton told Olympia Meola of the DP.

 

Wednesday, June 30
Day of rest?

Thanks to a goof made by the General Assembly, employees of any Virginia business that stays open on weekends can now legally refuse to work on Saturday or Sunday, choosing these days as a “Sabbath” or “day of rest,” according to the law. That’s right, your favorite bartender may exercise his religious right to stop mixing martinis on Saturday. The accidentally important legislation, the AP today reports, was part of a well-meaning bill to excise Virginia’s archaic “blue laws” that ban Sunday work. But the replacement law mistakenly omitted weekend work allowances for private businesses. According to The New York Times, worried employers have besieged State government offices with questions, and have gotten few answers.

 

Thursday, July 1
King David

One day after being sworn-in as a City Councilor, David Brown, a chiropractor and one of four Democrats on Council, was today selected as Charlottesville’s new mayor by his fellow councilors. Brown’s right-hand man is recently reelected Democrat Kevin Lynch, who was chosen as vice-mayor today.

New rival?

Perennial football factory University of Miami and cross-state rival Virginia Tech officially joined UVA in the Atlantic Coast Conference today. The badasses from Miami bring their tropical uniforms to Scott Stadium on November 13.

 

Friday, July 2
School choice in City

It’s official, almost, that parents of children attending Clark Elementary, located on Belmont Avenue, may now request that their children go to another City school this fall. The news, announced late yesterday, is due to preliminary SOL scores, which show that Clark has not made enough progress on the standards testing as mandated by the Federal No Child Left Behind Act. Robert Thompson, a school official whose task it is to get the ball rolling on school choice at Clark, says that nationwide about 15 to 20 percent of parents have typically opted for choice. But because Clark is in a “close-knit” neighborhood where many students live a short walk away from the school, Thompson says, “I’m hoping that we’ll have a small percentage” of children being sent to other schools. He adds, however, “we don’t know.”

Written by Paul Fain from local news sources and staff reports

 

The straight and narrow
H.B. 751 prompts gay rights outcry

Earlier this spring, Philadelphia made headlines with the city-sponsored television ads specifically designed to court gay tourists. “Get your history straight,” the tagline beckoned, “and your nightlife gay.”

 Like Philly, Virginia’s tourism industry capitalizes on monuments to freedom, and its policy toward homosexuality is attracting national attention. But that’s where the comparison ends: While the City of Brotherly Love strives to live up to its name, a new State law that nullifies same-sex partnerships has gay rights groups saying “Virginia is for haters.”

 Indeed, that’s the name of a website calling for a tourist boycott of the Commonwealth. The website, www.virginiaisforhaters.org, is just one of the many rips on Virginia that have surfaced nationwide since April, when the General Assembly passed H.B. 751 by a veto-proof two-thirds majority. Delegate Robert Marshall (R-Manassas), a conservative Catholic known for rolling back abortion rights, sponsored the measure.

 The bill amends Virginia’s 1997 Affirmation of Marriage Act, which prevents the State from recognizing gay marriages performed in other states. Marshall says he sponsored H.B. 751 to further prohibit the recognition of civil unions or domestic partnerships granted elsewhere.

 “Marriage is only between one man and one woman,” says Marshall. “Virginia will accept no counterfeits.”

 Democratic Governor Mark Warner has said he opposes same-sex marriage, but he said that H.B. 751 is unconstitutional because its prohibition of “any civil union, partnership contract or other arrangement between persons of the same sex” could “void existing contracts” and “have a host of unintended consequences.” Gay rights groups like Equality Virginia and other groups like the American Civil Liberties Union say the bill could affect wills, leases, child custody arrangements, medical decisions, business agreements and joint bank accounts.

 Warner’s attempts to amend the bill were rebuffed by the General Assembly. Republican Albemarle Delegate Rob Bell voted for the bill, while Charlottesville’s Democratic Delegate Mitch Van Yahres voted against it. State Senator Creigh Deeds voted for an early version of H.B. 751, but finally voted against it.

 In a letter to Marshall, Virginia Attorney General Jerry Kilgore said H.B. 751 “provides a needed safeguard for the institution of marriage” and that the bill is “constitutionally defensible.”

 Kilgore’s stance will likely be tested, as a lawsuit challenging the bill will almost certainly be filed by Equality Virginia or by more powerful national groups like the Human Rights Campaign or the ACLU.

 “There are similar [anti-gay] efforts in other states, but ours is the furthest along,” says Claire Kaplan, a member of both UVA Pride, a campus gay-rights group, and Equality Virginia. “When one law like this passes, everybody watches it.”

 The bill has certainly focused attention on Marshall and Virginia’s historic reluctance to embrace social change. CNN, the Los Angeles Times, The Washington Post, and gay conservatives like blogger Andrew Sullivan and columnist Jonathan Rauch, who called the bill “Virginia’s new Jim Crow,” are just some of the national media that have criticized the it. Marshall says protestors interrupted his son’s high school graduation party.

 While Virginia basks in this ignoble glow, Kaplan says H.B. 751 may have a silver lining. Virginia has become a front line in the national gay rights battleground, which only gets more heated as the Bush Administration continues to push for a heterosexual marriage amendment to theNARROW continued from page 9

U.S. Constitution. Kaplan predicts the debate will enliven the State’s long-dormant gay rights movement. Last week, Equality Virginia held a rally at the Albemarle County Office building.

 “It takes something really barbaric to get people mobilized, especially in Virginia, which isn’t known for its political activism,” says Kaplan. “That’s the hidden blessing in this.”—John Borgmeyer

Het offensive

Now that H.B. 751 has taken effect in the Commonwealth, the State tourism motto “Virginia is for Lovers” strikes us as too ambiguous. Lest visitors and new arrivals get the wrong idea about what kind of love is sanctioned in the Old Dominion, this week C-VILLE offers some new mottos that might be more apt:

Virginia is for lovers (some restrictions may apply).

Virginia is for procreative sex, between married

heterosexuals, in the missionary position,

with the lights off.

Virginia…this ain’t Massachusetts.

Virginia, where abstinence makes the heart

grow fonder.

Virginia…thanks for not being gay

 

A low-watt tale
Do revised FCC rules affect the local TV scene?

Only an engineer with a law degree could fully understand the machinations of the Federal Communications Commission (FCC). A bewildering degree of legalese accompanied a recent Federal appeals court decision to block the FCC’s relaxation of media ownership rules. And a visit to the FCC’s sprawling website to make sense of how this ruling might affect the local media market will likely call up azimuth charts and treatises on “electromagnetic interference conflicts.”

 But it’s clear that among other implications, the court’s decision on Thursday, June 24, reversed the FCC’s 2003 move to allow companies in small media markets like Charlottesville to own more than one television station. So that means the decision tanked Atlanta-based Gray Television’s plan to create a “duopoly” by bringing both a CBS and an ABC affiliate to Charlottesville this August, right?

 Wrong.

 Unless the company makes a play to buy the local NBC station, Channel 29, WVIR, or The Daily Progress, it’s still good to go under the FCC regulations. This is because the nascent ABC affiliate, WVAW, Channel 16, is classified as a low-power television station, which does not fall under the media-ownership limit. With only 150 kilowatts of radiated juice, Channel 16’s signal will be far weaker than Channel 29’s big beam of 5,000 kilowatts.

 “None of the rule changes had anything to do with low-power stations,” says Joseph Davis, a Manassas-based engineer who consults for Gray on FCC matters.

 However, just because WVAW is light on the wattage doesn’t mean television sets in Charlottesville and Albemarle will sport fuzzy footage on Channel 16 this fall.

 “It certainly covers the nucleus of the metropolitan area,” says Bill Varecha, general manager of both of Gray’s new local stations, of WVAW’s planned broadcast reach. With the maximum amount of power allowed for a low-power station, “in essence, it’s going to cover most of the area that the full-power does,” he says.

 Furthermore, as Varecha says, about 65 percent of TV viewers in the Charlottesville metro area receive cable television, and don’t need to rely on catching signals from towers on Carter’s Mountain. Gray plans to slide WVAW into the slot on Adelphia’s local cable currently held by Gray’s ABC affiliate from Harrisonburg, WHSV.

 So though Gray will not technically hold a duopoly in Charlottesville, they will run two of three network affiliates, assuming the new stations get up and running.

 Jonathon Rintels is a Keswick resident who runs the Center for Creative Voices in Media, a group that opposes media consolidation. Rintels says he’s not complaining about Gray’s grab for local airtime because the company is actually creating new media as opposed to buying a chunk of the existing market.

 “I think competition in a local context can only be good,” Rintels says.—Paul Fain

 

Oath of office
Now that Charlottesville has officially been designated the best city in the universe and all, it’s time to raise the bar.

Here are some suggestions for how Council could make Charlottesville even better over the next four years. The new Council will hold its first regular meeting on Tuesday, July 6.

1. Since there’s no water fountain on the Mall,  pass out straws at the Central Place fountain.

2. Two words: Strip club!

3. Scrap the $6 million computer system. Instead, give an abacus to everyone in City Hall.

4. Make use of Kevin Lynch’s tenure with Babba Seth and Rob Schilling’s bandtime with Glory Express…Dude, Council jam session!

5. Put a moratorium on upscaleboutiques until each neighborhoodhas a grocery store within walking distance.

6. Monorail, monorail, monorail!

7. Just sell the whole City to Coran Capshaw and get it over with.

8. Serve beer and peanuts on the free trolley.

9. Limit City Manager Gary O’Connell to one PowerPoint presentation per month.

 

Hog ties
Afton couple rescues pigs, puts them in therapy

Lorelei Pulliam didn’t start out to be a pig rescuer. Her passion found her, literally.

 Three years ago, a lone potbelly pig came out of the woods and attempted to join Pulliam’s herd of five horses, which she keeps on a farm about a mile away from her home in Afton. Pulliam and her husband, Ron, a child and family therapist, employ the horses at the Gallastar Equine Center, a therapeutic riding program for troubled and at-risk children.

 Apparently the runaway pig found the horses’ companionship therapeutic as well. And after a long process of earning the pig’s trust, Pulliam, 45, had rescued her first porcine pal, which she named Ranger.

 “He just showed up,” Pulliam says. “He escaped from a pretty yucky place.”

 Pulliam tracked down the house farm from which Ranger hailed, and, finding several of Ranger’s relatives living in squalor, she bought the whole family. The Pulliams now have 28 pigs living on their property, many of them directly from similar neglected homes or from Mini-Pigs, Inc., a pig sanctuary in Culpeper.

 The Pulliams regularly bring Ranger and his posse to join the therapy sessions for children. And last year, they placed 18 rescued pigs in homes around the area. Ranger, the don among the Pulliam’s pig pecking order, was recently featured on the Animal Planet TV show “Animal Miracles.”

 “He knows he’s the king of all pigs,” Pulliam says of the formerly emaciated and now somewhat portly Ranger.

 On a recent morning at the rural retreat, Pulliam calls out: “Pigs! Pig-pig-pig-pig. C’mon pigs!”

 Four potbelly pigs, all a deep charcoal color and the size of chunky bulldogs, come bounding around a bend and up a hill with remarkable speed. Pulliam reaches down to stroke one pig’s belly. The pig, Babe, immediately rolls to its side while its coarse neck and back hair perk up like a mohawk in response to the massage. As Pulliam says, pigs love to be petted, but only if they know and trust the person touching them.

 “They’re very aware that everyone wants to eat them,” Pulliam says. “You cannot train that out of them.”

 The pigs Pulliam rescues are neglected or abandoned, often because small farm owners get overwhelmed with caring for the fast-multiplying animals.

 A male pig is sexually active at two months and a female at four months. With a sow birthing an average of two litters of 10 piglets annually, an inexperienced pig owner can get in trouble quickly. As a result, the Pulliams spay and neuter their pigs when they arrive at the Afton compound. One time, however, a sow gave birth to seven piglets in the Pulliam’s bathroom, just days after being rescued.

 When the Pulliams get a new pig, they begin training it for life as a pet. The “great tamer” of pigs is food, Pulliam says, as well as their love of being scratched. But though she has been successful at training pigs to dig their lives as pets, she says the intelligent and social animals, which are happiest running and rooting around a big yard with other pigs, are too high-maintenance for most potential owners.

 “The first thing that we do is try to discourage people from getting a pig,” Pulliam says, adding that she only adopts out the animals in pairs or to owners who already have a pig.

 Charlottesville Police Officer Nancy Eismann adopted a pig, Matilda, from the Pulliams to give some companionship to Homer, her stately 14-year-old pet pig. Though Matilda and Homer took some time to hash out a living agreement, Homer is now a happier pig, Eismann says.

 Spending time with two farm pigs at the Pulliams’ place, both rescued from a starvation on a Lexington farm, makes clear the colossal challenge of living with Porky as a pet. Already 500 pounds each, Pulliam says the two pink pigs could grow to 1,200 pounds. Though potbelly pigs have been en vogue as pets—she says they were once the “new yuppie puppies”—mostly because they are smaller animals, Ron Pulliam says there’s “no guarantee” that a potbelly pig will stay a manageable size.

 But pigs are big hits in child therapy sessions. Among other benefits, Pulliam says, Ranger helps children learn about stereotypes. She says children are initially “grossed-out” when Ranger joins them for lunch, but that the polite pig with “excellent manners” always overcomes the kids’ preconceptions.

 “They’re the most sensitive of animals, locked in these funny bodies,” Pulliam says.—Paul Fain

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Tuesday, June 29
Not guilty

Donna Somerville, a wealthy Orange county widow, was found not guilty today in the 2001 poisoning death of her husband, wrapping up a two-week trial and a steady drumbeat of front-page stories in The Daily Progress. Because it was not a jury trial, Orange County Circuit Judge Dan Bouton made the call, citing discrepancies in forensic evidence as a factor in his ruling. “This was not an acquittal on a technicality, it was an acquittal on the merits, which is the most satisfying,” Bouton told Olympia Meola of the DP.

 

Wednesday, June 30
Day of rest?

Thanks to a goof made by the General Assembly, employees of any Virginia business that stays open on weekends can now legally refuse to work on Saturday or Sunday, choosing these days as a “Sabbath” or “day of rest,” according to the law. That’s right, your favorite bartender may exercise his religious right to stop mixing martinis on Saturday. The accidentally important legislation, the AP today reports, was part of a well-meaning bill to excise Virginia’s archaic “blue laws” that ban Sunday work. But the replacement law mistakenly omitted weekend work allowances for private businesses. According to The New York Times, worried employers have besieged State government offices with questions, and have gotten few answers.

 

Thursday, July 1
King David

One day after being sworn-in as a City Councilor, David Brown, a chiropractor and one of four Democrats on Council, was today selected as Charlottesville’s new mayor by his fellow councilors. Brown’s right-hand man is recently reelected Democrat Kevin Lynch, who was chosen as vice-mayor today.

New rival?

Perennial football factory University of Miami and cross-state rival Virginia Tech officially joined UVA in the Atlantic Coast Conference today. The badasses from Miami bring their tropical uniforms to Scott Stadium on November 13.

 

Friday, July 2
School choice in City

It’s official, almost, that parents of children attending Clark Elementary, located on Belmont Avenue, may now request that their children go to another City school this fall. The news, announced late yesterday, is due to preliminary SOL scores, which show that Clark has not made enough progress on the standards testing as mandated by the Federal No Child Left Behind Act. Robert Thompson, a school official whose task it is to get the ball rolling on school choice at Clark, says that nationwide about 15 to 20 percent of parents have typically opted for choice. But because Clark is in a “close-knit” neighborhood where many students live a short walk away from the school, Thompson says, “I’m hoping that we’ll have a small percentage” of children being sent to other schools. He adds, however, “we don’t know.”

Written by Paul Fain from local news sources and staff reports

 

The straight and narrow
H.B. 751 prompts gay rights outcry

Earlier this spring, Philadelphia made headlines with the city-sponsored television ads specifically designed to court gay tourists. “Get your history straight,” the tagline beckoned, “and your nightlife gay.”

 Like Philly, Virginia’s tourism industry capitalizes on monuments to freedom, and its policy toward homosexuality is attracting national attention. But that’s where the comparison ends: While the City of Brotherly Love strives to live up to its name, a new State law that nullifies same-sex partnerships has gay rights groups saying “Virginia is for haters.”

 Indeed, that’s the name of a website calling for a tourist boycott of the Commonwealth. The website, www.virginiaisforhaters.org, is just one of the many rips on Virginia that have surfaced nationwide since April, when the General Assembly passed H.B. 751 by a veto-proof two-thirds majority. Delegate Robert Marshall (R-Manassas), a conservative Catholic known for rolling back abortion rights, sponsored the measure.

 The bill amends Virginia’s 1997 Affirmation of Marriage Act, which prevents the State from recognizing gay marriages performed in other states. Marshall says he sponsored H.B. 751 to further prohibit the recognition of civil unions or domestic partnerships granted elsewhere.

 “Marriage is only between one man and one woman,” says Marshall. “Virginia will accept no counterfeits.”

 Democratic Governor Mark Warner has said he opposes same-sex marriage, but he said that H.B. 751 is unconstitutional because its prohibition of “any civil union, partnership contract or other arrangement between persons of the same sex” could “void existing contracts” and “have a host of unintended consequences.” Gay rights groups like Equality Virginia and other groups like the American Civil Liberties Union say the bill could affect wills, leases, child custody arrangements, medical decisions, business agreements and joint bank accounts.

 Warner’s attempts to amend the bill were rebuffed by the General Assembly. Republican Albemarle Delegate Rob Bell voted for the bill, while Charlottesville’s Democratic Delegate Mitch Van Yahres voted against it. State Senator Creigh Deeds voted for an early version of H.B. 751, but finally voted against it.

 In a letter to Marshall, Virginia Attorney General Jerry Kilgore said H.B. 751 “provides a needed safeguard for the institution of marriage” and that the bill is “constitutionally defensible.”

 Kilgore’s stance will likely be tested, as a lawsuit challenging the bill will almost certainly be filed by Equality Virginia or by more powerful national groups like the Human Rights Campaign or the ACLU.

 “There are similar [anti-gay] efforts in other states, but ours is the furthest along,” says Claire Kaplan, a member of both UVA Pride, a campus gay-rights group, and Equality Virginia. “When one law like this passes, everybody watches it.”

 The bill has certainly focused attention on Marshall and Virginia’s historic reluctance to embrace social change. CNN, the Los Angeles Times, The Washington Post, and gay conservatives like blogger Andrew Sullivan and columnist Jonathan Rauch, who called the bill “Virginia’s new Jim Crow,” are just some of the national media that have criticized the it. Marshall says protestors interrupted his son’s high school graduation party.

 While Virginia basks in this ignoble glow, Kaplan says H.B. 751 may have a silver lining. Virginia has become a front line in the national gay rights battleground, which only gets more heated as the Bush Administration continues to push for a heterosexual marriage amendment to theNARROW continued from page 9

U.S. Constitution. Kaplan predicts the debate will enliven the State’s long-dormant gay rights movement. Last week, Equality Virginia held a rally at the Albemarle County Office building.

 “It takes something really barbaric to get people mobilized, especially in Virginia, which isn’t known for its political activism,” says Kaplan. “That’s the hidden blessing in this.”—John Borgmeyer

Het offensive

Now that H.B. 751 has taken effect in the Commonwealth, the State tourism motto “Virginia is for Lovers” strikes us as too ambiguous. Lest visitors and new arrivals get the wrong idea about what kind of love is sanctioned in the Old Dominion, this week C-VILLE offers some new mottos that might be more apt:

Virginia is for lovers (some restrictions may apply).

Virginia is for procreative sex, between married

heterosexuals, in the missionary position,

with the lights off.

Virginia…this ain’t Massachusetts.

Virginia, where abstinence makes the heart

grow fonder.

Virginia…thanks for not being gay

 

A low-watt tale
Do revised FCC rules affect the local TV scene?

Only an engineer with a law degree could fully understand the machinations of the Federal Communications Commission (FCC). A bewildering degree of legalese accompanied a recent Federal appeals court decision to block the FCC’s relaxation of media ownership rules. And a visit to the FCC’s sprawling website to make sense of how this ruling might affect the local media market will likely call up azimuth charts and treatises on “electromagnetic interference conflicts.”

 But it’s clear that among other implications, the court’s decision on Thursday, June 24, reversed the FCC’s 2003 move to allow companies in small media markets like Charlottesville to own more than one television station. So that means the decision tanked Atlanta-based Gray Television’s plan to create a “duopoly” by bringing both a CBS and an ABC affiliate to Charlottesville this August, right?

 Wrong.

 Unless the company makes a play to buy the local NBC station, Channel 29, WVIR, or The Daily Progress, it’s still good to go under the FCC regulations. This is because the nascent ABC affiliate, WVAW, Channel 16, is classified as a low-power television station, which does not fall under the media-ownership limit. With only 150 kilowatts of radiated juice, Channel 16’s signal will be far weaker than Channel 29’s big beam of 5,000 kilowatts.

 “None of the rule changes had anything to do with low-power stations,” says Joseph Davis, a Manassas-based engineer who consults for Gray on FCC matters.

 However, just because WVAW is light on the wattage doesn’t mean television sets in Charlottesville and Albemarle will sport fuzzy footage on Channel 16 this fall.

 “It certainly covers the nucleus of the metropolitan area,” says Bill Varecha, general manager of both of Gray’s new local stations, of WVAW’s planned broadcast reach. With the maximum amount of power allowed for a low-power station, “in essence, it’s going to cover most of the area that the full-power does,” he says.

 Furthermore, as Varecha says, about 65 percent of TV viewers in the Charlottesville metro area receive cable television, and don’t need to rely on catching signals from towers on Carter’s Mountain. Gray plans to slide WVAW into the slot on Adelphia’s local cable currently held by Gray’s ABC affiliate from Harrisonburg, WHSV.

 So though Gray will not technically hold a duopoly in Charlottesville, they will run two of three network affiliates, assuming the new stations get up and running.

 Jonathon Rintels is a Keswick resident who runs the Center for Creative Voices in Media, a group that opposes media consolidation. Rintels says he’s not complaining about Gray’s grab for local airtime because the company is actually creating new media as opposed to buying a chunk of the existing market.

 “I think competition in a local context can only be good,” Rintels says.—Paul Fain

 

Oath of office
Now that Charlottesville has officially been designated the best city in the universe and all, it’s time to raise the bar.

Here are some suggestions for how Council could make Charlottesville even better over the next four years. The new Council will hold its first regular meeting on Tuesday, July 6.

1. Since there’s no water fountain on the Mall,  pass out straws at the Central Place fountain.

2. Two words: Strip club!

3. Scrap the $6 million computer system. Instead, give an abacus to everyone in City Hall.

4. Make use of Kevin Lynch’s tenure with Babba Seth and Rob Schilling’s bandtime with Glory Express…Dude, Council jam session!

5. Put a moratorium on upscaleboutiques until each neighborhoodhas a grocery store within walking distance.

6. Monorail, monorail, monorail!

7. Just sell the whole City to Coran Capshaw and get it over with.

8. Serve beer and peanuts on the free trolley.

9. Limit City Manager Gary O’Connell to one PowerPoint presentation per month.

 

Hog ties
Afton couple rescues pigs, puts them in therapy

Lorelei Pulliam didn’t start out to be a pig rescuer. Her passion found her, literally.

 Three years ago, a lone potbelly pig came out of the woods and attempted to join Pulliam’s herd of five horses, which she keeps on a farm about a mile away from her home in Afton. Pulliam and her husband, Ron, a child and family therapist, employ the horses at the Gallastar Equine Center, a therapeutic riding program for troubled and at-risk children.

 Apparently the runaway pig found the horses’ companionship therapeutic as well. And after a long process of earning the pig’s trust, Pulliam, 45, had rescued her first porcine pal, which she named Ranger.

 “He just showed up,” Pulliam says. “He escaped from a pretty yucky place.”

 Pulliam tracked down the house farm from which Ranger hailed, and, finding several of Ranger’s relatives living in squalor, she bought the whole family. The Pulliams now have 28 pigs living on their property, many of them directly from similar neglected homes or from Mini-Pigs, Inc., a pig sanctuary in Culpeper.

 The Pulliams regularly bring Ranger and his posse to join the therapy sessions for children. And last year, they placed 18 rescued pigs in homes around the area. Ranger, the don among the Pulliam’s pig pecking order, was recently featured on the Animal Planet TV show “Animal Miracles.”

 “He knows he’s the king of all pigs,” Pulliam says of the formerly emaciated and now somewhat portly Ranger.

 On a recent morning at the rural retreat, Pulliam calls out: “Pigs! Pig-pig-pig-pig. C’mon pigs!”

 Four potbelly pigs, all a deep charcoal color and the size of chunky bulldogs, come bounding around a bend and up a hill with remarkable speed. Pulliam reaches down to stroke one pig’s belly. The pig, Babe, immediately rolls to its side while its coarse neck and back hair perk up like a mohawk in response to the massage. As Pulliam says, pigs love to be petted, but only if they know and trust the person touching them.

 “They’re very aware that everyone wants to eat them,” Pulliam says. “You cannot train that out of them.”

 The pigs Pulliam rescues are neglected or abandoned, often because small farm owners get overwhelmed with caring for the fast-multiplying animals.

 A male pig is sexually active at two months and a female at four months. With a sow birthing an average of two litters of 10 piglets annually, an inexperienced pig owner can get in trouble quickly. As a result, the Pulliams spay and neuter their pigs when they arrive at the Afton compound. One time, however, a sow gave birth to seven piglets in the Pulliam’s bathroom, just days after being rescued.

 When the Pulliams get a new pig, they begin training it for life as a pet. The “great tamer” of pigs is food, Pulliam says, as well as their love of being scratched. But though she has been successful at training pigs to dig their lives as pets, she says the intelligent and social animals, which are happiest running and rooting around a big yard with other pigs, are too high-maintenance for most potential owners.

 “The first thing that we do is try to discourage people from getting a pig,” Pulliam says, adding that she only adopts out the animals in pairs or to owners who already have a pig.

 Charlottesville Police Officer Nancy Eismann adopted a pig, Matilda, from the Pulliams to give some companionship to Homer, her stately 14-year-old pet pig. Though Matilda and Homer took some time to hash out a living agreement, Homer is now a happier pig, Eismann says.

 Spending time with two farm pigs at the Pulliams’ place, both rescued from a starvation on a Lexington farm, makes clear the colossal challenge of living with Porky as a pet. Already 500 pounds each, Pulliam says the two pink pigs could grow to 1,200 pounds. Though potbelly pigs have been en vogue as pets—she says they were once the “new yuppie puppies”—mostly because they are smaller animals, Ron Pulliam says there’s “no guarantee” that a potbelly pig will stay a manageable size.

 But pigs are big hits in child therapy sessions. Among other benefits, Pulliam says, Ranger helps children learn about stereotypes. She says children are initially “grossed-out” when Ranger joins them for lunch, but that the polite pig with “excellent manners” always overcomes the kids’ preconceptions.

 “They’re the most sensitive of animals, locked in these funny bodies,” Pulliam says.—Paul Fain

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The politics of the pump

The rise in gas prices has given the Democrats yet another sharp stick with which to poke George W. Bush. They should enjoy the advantage while they can, for come the fall we could very well see gas prices moving dramatically in the opposite direction, an October surprise that would be most welcome to the Republicans.

 Why? Here are the details:

 The recent price surge was not caused by a shortage of crude oil. The world will run out of oil eventually. But as of now everyone agrees that supplies are plentiful; there is no shortage of production capacity. We can also dismiss the theory that the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC) is to blame. As of mid-May the OPEC countries were producing 2 million barrels per day above their official quota. In any event, U.S. gasoline prices have soared by more than 40 percent this year, double the rate of crude oil increases.

 So why are gasoline prices so high? Part of the price rise is normal. In the past 10 years gas prices from December to August—that is, from the stay-at-home winter months to the high-driving summer months—have risen on average by 15 cents per gallon. In 2000 and again in 2002 gas prices rose by more than 30 cents per gallon in the spring and early summer.

The second part of the reason is that gasoline demand has risen faster than people expected. U.S. gasoline consumption, about 45 percent of global use, has risen by 4.5 percent in the last 12 months. Asian economies are booming. China’s economy continues to grow at the astonishing rate of 8 percent to 10 percent a year. The recent impact of this fast-industrializing nation of 1.3 billion people on world commodity prices has been remarkable. Stockpiles of all minerals, from copper to coal to recycled metals, are disappearing into the maw of the Chinese economy. This year China displaced Japan as the world’s No. 1 oil importer. One-fifth of the world’s ocean freight now delivers to Chinese ports, triggering a doubling in the cost of moving bulk freight. Currently the United States is experiencing a shortage of concrete in large part due to the global impact of Chinese construction projects.

 The third reason that gasoline prices have risen more rapidly than normal is the bottleneck in world refining capacity. The International Energy Agency (IEA) estimates world-refining capacity at about

82.1 million barrels a day (bpd). That is about 2 million bpd above consumption estimates for the first quarter of this year but below estimates for global oil consumption of 82.4 bpd expected in the fourth quarter of this year.

 In the United States refineries were operating at 96 percent capacity as of mid-May. In California, operating capacity is nearer to 98 percent. Nationally, the United States has less than half the number of oil refineries it had when Jimmy Carter was in office. In 1983, California had 37 refineries; today it has 13, and Shell recently announced it would close a refinery in Bakersfield in the next few months, further straining capacity.

 Today when a refinery goes down, the price of a gallon of gasoline in that service area can rise by 25 to 50 cents. A problem at the ChevronTexaco’s El Segundo refinery outside Los Angeles in early February reduced production, precipitating a quick 30-cent-per-gallon increase.

 M.J. Ervin & Associates, a Calgary-based petroleum industry analysis group, estimates that 90 percent of the fuel price hike in Canada since January was a result of a sharp climb in refiner’s margins, from about 44 cents (Canadian) to about 88 cents per gallon. In the United States the refiner’s margin has increased from about 32 cents per gallon to about 48 cents per gallon in the last few months.

 Finally, there is the impact of speculation.

 Many industries, like airlines, buy oil futures to hedge against the possibility of steep price hikes. Speculative funds once operated on the edges of the commodities arena. They now make up about 20 percent of the crude oil and gasoline markets on the Mercantile Exchange.

 This artificially raises the cost of oil. Bill O’Grady, director of futures research at the brokerage firm of A.G. Edwards in St. Louis told Reuters, “it is hard to justify $38 (oil prices)…I see the fair value at $30 to $31.”

 Some are calling this the terrorist risk premium. The late May terrorist attack in Saudi Arabia caused the greatest one-day increase in the price of oil ever. There is a growing fear of terrorists targeting oil pipelines and refineries. This fear is reinforced by the specter of the American (and other governments) buying oil for strategic petroleum reserves even with the price so high. As the Economist magazine reported in March, “The administration’s persistence, coupled with increased strategic purchases by other governments, has fuelled suspicions that officials might have some intelligence about terrorist threats to oil infrastructure.” In February, Congress passed a resolution urging the president to stop fueling these fears by halting strategic oil reserve purchases. The Bush Administration refused.

Who’s winning and who’s losing from the oil price run-up? Oil-producing countries are winning, but not by as much as one would think. The reason is that almost all of the world’s oil is sold in dollars. The dollar has declined in value by about 25 percent in the last year against the euro and other major currencies. Which means OPEC is, in effect, receiving 25 percent less for its oil than a year ago. That fact was what initially prompted OPEC to raise its target price range above the $22 to $28 per barrel.

We might recall that Saddam Hussein threatened to require that Iraq be paid in euros for its oil just before we ousted him from power. And the European Union’s outgoing energy commissioner, Loyola de Palacio, made the same suggestion recently in his call that oil trade be priced in a basket of currencies as a way promote greater price stability.

Oil companies are making out like bandits.

The typical motorist is paying about $30 more per month for gasoline. ExxonMobil recently announced profits of $21 billion last year and that numbing number could go even higher this year. Much of the increased profit has come from the remarkable increase in oil refiner’s margins.

Local gas station owners, the lightning rods for most motorists’ dissatisfaction, are losing. They are making half as much per gallon as they did six months ago.

For Bush the gasoline price rise is bad news. But the election is in November, not in June. By late September we can expect the gasoline prices to drop by 10 to 25 cents per gallon as cooler weather sets in. And speculators can withdraw from the market as quickly as they entered it. If the situation in Iraq stabilizes in the fall and OPEC’s promised increase in oil supply materializes, we could see prices drop by another 20 to 30 cents per gallon. A 55-cent drop in the price of gasoline would be a most welcome October surprise for the Republicans.

Of course, if that does occur the Republicans would probably attribute it to divine intervention.

David Morris is co-founder and vice-president of the Institute for Local Self Reliance in Minneapolis, Minnesota.“What a cute toy!” I hear that all the time. My answer is usually, “Thanks,” but what I should say is, “It’s not a toy, it’s a piggy bank.”

 People admire my scooter and I can’t blame them—it’s a pretty thing. But they admire it for all the wrong reasons. Italian made? Yes, it is. Stylish and surprisingly fast? Yes, again. Easy to park? Yup.

 It’s a sleek machine, but what really puts the “ooh” in cool is its fuel efficiency. Wanna get back at the terrorists? Ride a Vespa.

 Do the math yourself if you don’t’ believe me. I’ve logged 340 miles on my scooter. And my gasoline purchases for the dear ol’ ET 4 have totaled just more than $11. With a tank capacity of 2.4 gallons, my mileage per gallon comes in at just about 60. And that’s all stop-and-start city driving!

 I’m not that different from any other helmeted driver—I like getting the style points for my wheels, I admit it. But thanks to rising oil prices, I have more substantial reinforcement for my choice: I’m saving enough money on gas to make another monthly car payment.—Cathy Harding

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Tuesday, June 22
Affordable digs in Albemarle

Albemarle County has successfully negotiated its first batch of affordable housing in a new development project. Under a rule instituted in February, 15 percent of the homes in a new development must be affordable. But the new policy is flexible, and had yet to prod developers to build much in the way of new affordable housing. Today, however, the County Planning Commission approved a plan for a 59-unit housing development that hits the 15 percent affordable mark with nine townhouses that will be sold for under $180,000. But, as David Dadurka of The Daily Progress reports, the proposed development has some neighbors complaining about the denser, cheaper homes. The project is slated for Avon Street Extended, near the Mill Creek South subdivision, and is being developed by Vito Cetta.

Wednesday, June 23
Earl Washington case dismissed

A Federal judge dismissed Earl Washington’s lawsuit against his hometown of Culpeper and the six police officers who helped to wrongly convict Washington of murder. But Washington will still have his day in court. In a Federal suit pending in Charlottesville, an all-star team of civil rights lawyers contend that police officers coerced a murder confession from Washington, a black, retarded farmhand. Today, U.S. District Judge Norman K. Moon dismissed all the defendants except one—Curtis Reese Wilmore, a dead state police investigator. “This simplifies the suit,” says Steve Rosenfield, a Charlottesville attorney assisting in the suit. “Wilmore is the main figure.”

Thursday, June 24
Paying for roads

Virginia State Senator John Chichester, a Republican from Stafford, played a key role in this year’s budget standoff when he and a group of fellow Republicans backed tax hikes, creating a deep rift in the party. Speaking today at a Miller Center forum, Chichester said more revenue boosts were needed—and likely—to keep Virginia’s highways from going from bad to worse. The recently passed $1.4 billion tax boost included no new money for roads, and Chichester hinted that new road taxes could come as soon as next year, according to a Media General account of the forum. Highway money could come from boosts to gas taxes, among other sources.

Friday, June 25
Docu-drama

Michael Moore’s latest film, the much-ballyhooed Fahrenheit 9/11, opened in 21 theaters across Virginia today, including Vinegar Hill Theatre. The movie arrived with a massive amount of publicity, stoked as much by Disney’s decision to not distribute the film as by its startling footage of President Bush on September 11, 2001. People were lined up around the block at Vinegar Hill when tickets went on sale at 1pm. In just 90 minutes, all four of today’s shows for the 220-seat theater were sold out, says Reid Oechslin, Vinegar Hill’s manager. The Downtown art house has screened all of Moore’s documentaries. And, according to Oechslin, the cinematic provocateur himself once came to the theater to conduct a Q&A session for the release of his 1989 classic Roger & Me. “We’re down with Michael Moore,” Oechslin says.

Saturday, June 26
Falun Gong at City Hall

A small group of Falun Gong practitioners today held a demonstration at City Hall to mark persecution of the practice in China. Falun Gong, which is a spiritual practice involving exercise and meditation, was first taught in China in 1992. Since then, followers claim that the Chinese government has brutally repressed Falun Gong, sending as many as 100,000 people to labor camps. At today’s demonstration, four members of the Charlottesville Falun Gong Group moved through a slow series of stretches, all set to a recording of soft music and chanting.

Sunday, June 27
UVA student drowns in Potomac

The body of UVA student John Steve Catilo, 20, was today recovered in the Potomac River, The Daily Progress reports. On Friday, Catilo apparently fell into the river while trying to restart the engine on a boat. Catilo had been working as a crew coach for an Alexandria high school, and was on the river with many teenage rowers at the time of the accident.

Monday, June 28
Changing of the guard

City Council will likely select two new School Board members at tonight’s special meeting. The terms of two current members, including Chairperson Linda Bowen, expire on Wednesday. The Council, in the last session to include Mayor Maurice Cox and Vice-Mayor Meredith Richards, will choose from nine candidates, among them incumbent Julie Gronlund. School Superintendent Ron Hutchinson will also be stepping down this week.

Written by Paul Fain from local news sources and staff reports

 

“I love you, man”
City Hall gets gushy as Councilors bow out

In January 1996, when C-VILLE reported that Maurice Cox and Meredith Richards each had decided to enter that year’s City Council race, the paper’s “City Journal” section carried headlines on the biggest debate of the year: reversion.

 As middle-class homeowners fled to Albemarle, the City’s property tax base atrophied, social service costs swelled and studies predicted Charlottesville’s budget would soon run into the red. A political movement formed around the ultimately failed idea that Charlottesville should disband City Council, revert from an independent city to an Albemarle town and place its future in the hands of the County Board of Supervisors.

 Since then, national magazines have crowned Charlottesville a great place for golf, tennis, retirement and outdoor sports, and, most recently, the City added “Best Place to Live in America” to its accolades. Monday, June 21, marked the final City Council meeting for outgoing Mayor Cox and Vice-Mayor Richards, and they both invoked Charlottesville’s reversal of fortune as bookends to their tenure on Council.

 Although the City and County eventually rejected the reversion scheme, “most of what we’ve done on Council is an outgrowth of what we learned through the reversion debate,” says Richards.

 Both Cox and Richards came to politics after making names for themselves in neighborhood associations. Cox organized Ridge Street residents to help shape a development project in that neighborhood; Richards fought a developer who wanted to extend Shamrock Road to Fifth Street, making her Johnson Village neighborhood a cut-through. (Ironically, some critics now bash Cox for underplaying public input and Richards for supporting road projects.) Reflecting on their tenures, each says they tried to make Charlottesville neighborhoods attractive to people who could afford to move to the suburbs.

 Cox and Richards both saw government as an active force to change Charlottesville for the better. They were both popular Councilors who worked together to make UVA more responsive to City concerns; they pushed for a progressive transit system and partnered with developers to stimulate economic growth.

 While Cox earned more votes than any other candidate in 1996 and 2000, he drew more criticism than other Councilors, too, from conservatives who viewed his ambition as arrogance, and from members of his own party who accused him of gentrifying black neighborhoods.

 “There is no public mandate to lead,” says Cox. “I thought people would embrace innovation, but I’ve found that people have to be brought kicking and screaming.”

 Cox championed the idea that people should be able to live, work and play all within walking distance. While developers initially seemed skittish about mixed-use architecture, the style has proven profitable on the Downtown Mall. Under Cox’s tenure, mixed-use has spread to south Downtown, and a new zoning code will eventually reshape areas like Jefferson Park Avenue, Cherry Avenue, Fifth Street and Preston Avenue.

 “You have to rely on your own personal will to make change, because there’s never going to be a consensus,” says Cox. In August, he will begin a year at Harvard, studying politics and urban design on a Loeb Fellowship to the Graduate Schoolof Design. Cox vows to return to Charlottesville, and possibly politics. “I’d like to see if some of the lessons I’ve learned locally can be applied statewide,” he says.

 Despite his healthy instinct for change, Cox stonewalled his fair share of projects, too. As their tenure wound down, he often clashed with Richards over the Meadowcreek Parkway. His refusal to support the road often frustrated Richards, who arguably worked harder than anyone locally to change the Virginia Department of Transportation’s attitude toward Charlottesville.

 Richards first encountered VDOT in 1994, when she joined the City’s planning commission. That year, the commission deflected VDOT’s proposal for a huge interchange at Hydraulic Road. After joining Council in 1996, Richards immediately joined the Metropolitan Planning Organization (MPO), and has worked on that transportation policy-making body ever since.

 “I began to understand the connections between transportation, land use and environmental health,” says Richards.

 Through the MPO, Richards helped convince VDOT to redesign the Meadowcreek Parkway from a four-lane monster to a two-lane road with parklike accouterments. Despite these concessions, Cox (along with recently re-elected Councilor Kevin Lynch) still refused to support the Parkway. Richards’ pro-Parkway stance helped derail her bid this year for reelection, and hard feelings still linger between the Councilors and their supporters in the Democratic party.

 Regardless of the Parkway’s future, Richards has made her mark—in June, Council tentatively went forward with a State plan to give localities more control over State and Federal transportation dollars. This may aid future Councils in implementing a project Richards has long championed—redeveloping the City’s bus system. Also, Richards has been working on a State rail line called the TransDominion Express, and she expects to see a line between Washington, D.C., and Charlottesville within two years.

 Last week, Governor Mark Warner appointed Richards to a State railway commission. She has also applied for a job as executive director of Virginia First Cities, a group she helped to found in 2002 to advocate for the Commonwealth’s historic urban areas.

 Monday’s meeting also featured more than 180 slides documenting the 32-year career of retiring planning director Satyendra Huja, as famous for his brightly colored Sikh turbans that cover his waist-length hair as his relentless drive to remake the City. The lovey-dovey June 21 meeting even featured some free verse poetics from City Manager Gary O’Connell, with Richards earning the most Whitmanesque line: “Meredith Richards—A Texan, a redhead…a lover of fresh oysters.”

Information, or infomercial?

Monday’s meeting also featured O’Connell’s answer to Republican critics who say the City is wasting money on a $6.6 million computer upgrade.

 “It’s going to be an exhaustive presentation,” said Cox as an introduction. Perhaps he meant “exhausting”—the infomercial, produced by O’Connell and municipal public relations director Maurice Jones, managed to consume nearly 20 minutes without directly answering any questions.

 John Pfaltz, a UVA computer science professor and onetime Republican Council candidate, and computer expert Jim Moore say the City should scrap its multi-million dollar system. On Monday, Moore said the City could get a similar system for $859,000.

 After enduring the Councilors’ extended stroll down memory lane, Pfaltz says he had hoped the presentation would explain why the City could not have purchased a cheaper system.

 “It was little more than a sales pitch,” says Pfaltz. “It really answered no questions.”—John Borgmeyer

 

 

Sideline savants
Are Hoo sports highlights a click away?

When the UVA football team fumbles the ball, even in a victory, there are plenty of fans who want the scoop. Did a lineman miss a block? Is the freshman running back (gasp!) a fumbler? These answers might be a mouse-click away this fall in the form of game highlights (and lowlights) from TheSabre.com.

The UVA fan website, already a popular link for recruiting news, game summaries and message boards, hopes to launch audio and video highlights from both football and men’s basketball games next year. The footage will be available to subscribers to The Sabre’s premium service, which costs $34.95 per year, says Matt Welsh, president of SportsWar, which owns The Sabre and a similar website for Virginia Tech fans.

 “Hopefully after a game, we’ll have something up in an hour,” Welsh says. “We’re practicing and working our way through it right now.”

 The Sabre will have competition, as AM radio station WINA, local and national television outlets, ESPN.com and UVA’s own website already air snippets from hoops and football games. Additionally, WINA and TV networks such as ABC often own the rights to broadcast the games live.

 However, Welsh, the son of former UVA football coach George Welsh, thinks there’s fan interest for more diverse UVA sports coverage. The Sabre’s advantage, Welsh says, is the “grassroots” approach of sideline-savvy sports writers, such as former Daily Progress writer John Galinksy, and the creative potential the Internet provides for in-depth coverage. For example, The Sabre just taped a 40-minute interview with UVA Athletic Director Craig Littlepage.

 “That’s something you’re not going to see anywhere else,” Welsh says.

 In addition, The Sabre won’t shy away from airing UVA mishaps such as penalties, coaching flubs and dumb fouls, all of which fans are unlikely to catch on UVA’s promotional site.

 “They’re going to show all the good plays. We might show a little bit broader perspective,” Welsh says.

 The Sabre, as a credentialed media organization, currently gets access to UVA athletes and coaches, as well as the sidelines. According to Michael Colley, UVA’s assistant sports information director, The Sabre is free to broadcast highlight footage in a “news-type format.” Colley and Welsh think there may be some limit to the amount of footage that can be used, but neither knows what those limits might be because, as Colley says, “that hasn’t come up yet.”

 Though Andrew Gottman, a ’96 UVA alum who lives in Dayton, Ohio, says he has logged onto The Sabre in the past, he adds that he wouldn’t pay for access to Web casts or other bonuses.

 “I can get highlights pretty fast on ESPN assuming the games aren’t televised anyway,” Gottman writes via e-mail, adding, “the basketball team is so bad that I wouldn’t pay anything to watch them anywhere.”

 UVA alum John Pulley, class of ’90, who is a fan of The Sabre, says he too is unlikely to drop $35 on a subscription, highlights or not. For Pulley, it’s not so much money, but the fear that he’d be crossing “that fuzzy line that separates avid sports fan from pathetic sports geeks.”

 Pulley’s hesitancy, however, seems unlikely among many of the rabid fans who post comments to The Sabre’s website. For the fans discussing “throwback” mini-helmets styled after the 1978 uniforms, one more sideline angle on a touchdown run might be a big draw.—Paul Fain

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Tuesday, June 15
The Freshman 100

UVA today held a meeting in the Newcomb Hall Ballroom with about 100 local residents to discuss the school’s many plans for growth. Though the lengthy presentation by UVA architect David J. Neuman had the somnolent effect of an academic lecture, several specifics emerged. Neuman said the incoming freshman classes at UVA should grow by about 100 students annually, and though the school will build housing to handle the influx, most construction will focus on denser development within the current campus boundaries. Also on the agenda: the UVA Medical Center, which is getting a new parking garage, and an upgrade to UVA’s coal-powered heating plant. The $50 million improvements to the plant are to be completed by late 2008. The community meeting featured visual aids depicting before and after pictures of the plant, which, to a casual observer, appeared virtually identical.

 

Wednesday, June 16
Toast to Dublin

James Joyce’s epic, if not impenetrable, 732-page novel Ulysses was based on one day in Dublin, exactly 100 years ago. That centennial—called Bloomsday to honor protagonist Leopold Bloom—drew celebrations worldwide, including a reading at Gravity Lounge. The event, organized by the Irish American Society of Central Virginia and drawing a crowd of 65, featured hours of reading from Joyce’s work, the Irish band King Golden Banshee and many bottles of Guinness. Marie Moriarty, an organizer who wore the recommended spring frock and hat for the event, said she held the shindig at her house last year. At the microphone, Eric Wilson, a Washington and Lee English professor, began his reading by saying, “I also think Joyce is a better short-form writer. That may be heresy here.”

 

Thursday, June 17
Gunplay on Garrett

A man suffered minor wounds shortly after midnight when he was shot on the 400 block of Garrett Street. The unidentified victim was hospitalized, and Charlottesville Police report that at least one suspect remains at large.

School Board preps for new class

At its regular meeting this evening, the City School Board commended Chair Linda Bowen, who will retire on June 30. The following day, City Council will name the new board’s new seven-member contingent, which will be joined in charting the future of the 4,400-student system by incoming Superintendent Dr. Scottie J. Griffin. She will succeed Ron Hutchinson, whose two-year interim tenure as superintendent, also to end on June 30, followed a previous failed attempt by the School Board to hire a new superintendent.

 

Friday, June 18
Park and Locust slowed again

Drivers cruising the 250 Bypass encountered the familiar sight of closed lanes at the Park Street and Locust Avenue ramps as workers commenced bridge-painting projects expected to last at least three weeks. Last year, bridge repair work successively closed the ramps for several months each.

 

Saturday, June 19
Gillen sinks a deuce

Cavalier men’s basketball coach Pete Gillen has announced two additions to his coaching staff that might help dull the memory of the squad’s disappointing 18-13 record in the 2003-04 season. Improbably, both men, John Fitzpatrick of the University of Houston and Mark Byington of the College of Charleston, coach teams named The Cougars, adding to the hope that their presence will put some bite into Gillen’s style.

 

Sunday, June 20
County’s first murder of 2004

Two days after the bullet-riddled body of 23-year-old Shawn Gavin Hatcher was found near Oakwood Mobile Homes on 29N, Albemarle Police have identified 21-year-old County resident Daniel Bradley Limbacher as a suspect in the murder, the County’s first this year. Described as 5′ 10" and 150 pounds, Limbacher was last seen, police say, driving a 1996 Mazda four-door sedan as late as Saturday morning, the same day that the County force celebrated its 20th anniversary with festivities and public-safety demonstrations in the parking lot of Fashion Square Mall.


Monday, June 21
City computer $y$tem

A group of eight locals, mostly computer experts, has been raising hay about the cost and scale of the City’s $6.6 million new computer system, called CityLink. One of the group, Jim Moore, claims that Charlottesville’s new system is 10 times more expensive than what cities the size of Charlottesville typically spend on a computer upgrade and will cost $434 per household. “Computer systems are supposed to save money,” Moore says. Hefting its own math, the City fired back, claiming in a press release that CityLink is cheaper than a similar system used by Danville, and would pay for itself within nine years. At tonight’s City Council meeting, the City planned to issue an update on the contested computer system.

Written by Paul Fain from local news sources and staff reports

 

Bantu banter
Somali Bantu refugees navigate life in Charlottesville

Any parent could relate to the conversation that took place at a recent counseling session at the International Rescue Committee (IRC) office on E. Jefferson Street.

 “She doesn’t hear, she’s like a deaf person,” one woman, speaking through another Somali Bantu woman as a translator, said of her misbehaving daughter.

 However, the three refugee women face far more exceptional challenges than a willful child. The language spoken by Somali Bantus, Mai Mai, lacks a written component, so literacy is a novel concept for the new Charlottesville residents. Even the strawberries the two young children were munching on while politely weaving around their mothers’ chairs during the counseling session are no ordinary treat. It was the first time the women and children had ever eaten strawberries.

 The three women are among 48 Somali Bantus who have recently come to Charlottesville from a refugee camp in Kenya. Bilal Abanoor, 21, the first of the group to arrive, landed at the Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport on January 15. A winter storm shortly followed Abanoor’s arrival, giving him a transition from blinding dust to ice and snow. Since then, the English-speaking Abanoor, who spent 12 years in refugee camps, has gone to work as a translator and refugee liaison for IRC. He has also spent much of his free time riding the bus and walking around his new town.

 “Now I know most of the places in Charlottesville,” Abanoor says with a smile.

 Asked if he hopes to ever return to Somalia, which he left at age 9, leaving his mother behind, Abanoor answers: “For me, no. I will never be in Somalia. I don’t think so.”

 Though Abanoor says he might like to visit the refugee camps in Kenya, he is glad to be in Charlottesville, and says he’s more than content to learn about his new home and neighbors.

 The Somali Bantus are descended from slaves who were taken to Somalia from Tanzania and Mozambique in the late 1800s. A racial minority that has long been ostracized in Somalia, the Bantus have often been attacked, raped and killed in the warlord-fueled anarchy that ignited in that country in 1991. As a result, about 12,000 Somali Bantu refugees have amassed in camps in Kenya. At risk from bandits and disease and with no homes to return to, the Somali Bantus have been classified by the United Nations and United States as high-priority refugees. The U.S. State Department began resettling members of the group—with a big hand from nonprofit groups—in several areas around the country in 2003.

 “They don’t seem to have any nostalgia for Somalia whatsoever,” says Susan Donovan, IRC’s regional director. “The Bantu can’t wait to put it behind them.”

 Though the desperate, pre-industrial lives the Bantus faced in Somalia and in refugee camps make the adjustment to Charlottesville an extreme leap, it may also give them a leg-up on locals and other immigrants.

 “They have all this pent-up desire for education and to work hard,” Donovan says.

 The IRC, which receives only $800 from the State Department for each refugee it helps resettle, places about 150 refugees in Charlottesville and Albemarle each year. Donovan says the IRC helps the new arrivals find jobs, mostly menial work for the Omni, UVA Medical Center, Farmington Country Club and other employers. If the refugees work hard in these jobs for six months, the IRC will often help them upgrade to higher-paying, more skilled jobs.

 Tom Hubbard, the CEO of the Inova Solutions, a Charlottesville-based company that makes LED displays (including the one that fronts the City Center for Contemporary Arts), hired one of the Somali Bantus for a janitorial position. The new janitor does not speak English and had never seen a vacuum cleaner or an elevator before being hired. Inova employees staged pictures of someone vacuuming to help train the janitor.

 But despite the extra training effort, Hubbard says of hiring the refugee, “we’d do it over again,” adding, “he had no trouble adapting.”

 Over at IRC, Abanoor is clearly working hard to adapt to his new life. In addition to a full-time job with the IRC, Abanoor hopes to earn his GED this month, take a computer class and enter Piedmont Virginia Community College sometime soon. Furthermore, Abanoor’s t-shirt, sneakers and ringing cell phone are all evidence of his rapid acculturation as a young American.

 And, just two weeks ago Abanoor got his driver’s license, taking perhaps the most important step toward becoming a Virginian.—Paul Fain

 

Rock ’n’ roll, but no drugs
BAR approves Capshaw’s amphitheater, disses Walgreens

On Tuesday, June 15, the City’s Board of Architectural Review gave tentative approval to Coran Capshaw’s plan for a new Downtown amphitheater scheduled to open next summer.

 City Council had already signed off on the project earlier this month, transferring control of the amphitheater to its real estate arm, the Charlottesville Industrial Development Authority, which in turn leased the land to Capshaw and loaned him $3.4 million to develop the new space.

 Although the amphitheater project is a done deal, with construction scheduled to begin in October, board members had a chance to ask questions and encourage Capshaw’s architects—New York City’s FTL Engineering Design Studio—to tweak the design.

 The firm uses lightweight fabrics to achieve swooping, modern designs. Their design for the amphitheater includes a fabric roof stretched over an 80-foot metal arch. It will cover about 2,750 portable seats, including about 250 “VIP” seats where concertgoers will enjoy extra legroom and service from waitstaff conveying food and drinks. The protocols call for the portable chairs to be set up on the afternoon preceding an event and removed by the next day. There’s space for another 1,500 people on a grassy lawn.

 In his contract with the City, Capshaw claims that he will hold about 40 concerts a year at the amphitheater, including a “Fridays After 5-type event” during the summer “for free or at a reasonable cost,” according to Aubrey Watts, the City’s director of economic development. The rest of the year, the amphitheater will be open for public use.

 Capshaw also owns the Merrill Lynch building near City Hall. Although there are no public plans to redevelop that site, don’t be surprised to see some mixed-use combination of a restaurant and residential units appear on that site in the not-too-distant future.

 In particular, the BAR wondered about what kind of trees would be planted around the amphitheater, and whether pedestrians will be able to easily get from the Mall to the Belmont neighborhood. FTL will answer the questions at the BAR’s next meeting, on July 20.

 

Also on June 15, the BAR delivered a smackdown to pharmacy chain Walgreens, which asked the board’s permission to move a historic home to make room for a new location on Riverdale Drive.

 The BAR approved the company’s request to demolish newer portions of a 1912 farmhouse at 1328 Riverdale, but denied the company’s request to relocate the historic structure, saying Walgreens didn’t show enough concern for the house.

 “The application suggests no respect will be paid to the siting of the building,” said BAR member Katie Swenson.

 Walgreens’ representative, Ned Vickers, asked the BAR for feedback on tentative drawings of the pharmacy, which included a two-storey tower with a fake window, and a parking lot surrounded by a 15-foot wall reading “Welcome to Charlottesville.”

 The BAR roundly dissed the proposal. Yes, the City wants taller buildings, said member Joe Atkins, but the upper storeys should house offices or apartments, not ornamental windows. He also suggested Walgreens could save money by removing the wall, which the BAR found cheesy, and moving the parking lot behind the building.

 Chain stores like Walgreens, accustomed to building with the same style in every town, usually experience similar troubles when moving to Charlottesville. Chair Joan Fenton said Walgreens could talk to the BAR members individually to help the company figure out how to meet the City’s design standards.—John Borgmeyer

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This is your government on drugs

It sounds a bit like the answer to one of those old late night “so whatever happened to…” questions. Tommy Chong, 65-year-old grandfather, the lesser-known half of the goofy late-’70s burnout comedy duo Cheech and Chong, was convicted of the illegal sale of drug paraphernalia over the Internet (i.e. he marketed a line of glass bongs). In a bit of priceless comedic irony, the investigation was code-named Operation Pipe Dreams. Chong was sentenced to nine months in prison on the second anniversary of September 11.

 Chong, with no prior arrests, is an unlikely figure to wind up in prison for rarely enforced paraphernalia laws. However, much to his misfortune, he does have one asset that the Bush Administration’s Justice Department covets in spades. He’s got a high profile. Chong’s takedown was meant to send a message to every stoner in America: Dude, you cannot wink at The Man.

 Even as issues like Iraq, gay marriage and the environment command greater attention, the Bush Administration has renewed the war on drugs. In this faith-based administration, the drug war is the ur-“values” war, the blueprint for the conservative kulturkampf. In fact, the drug war is even more ancient than most people realize. Temperance as a movement emerged in the early 1800s when drinking, previously considered healthful and a basic component of life, was identified with social disorder. It quickly became an issue of hearth, home and morality.

 Long before Bill Bennett gambled away his virtue book profits and before Richard Nixon, the first president to proclaim a “war on drugs,” was born, the battle between the Wets and Drys was a defining political issue in America. From the 1880s until the end of prohibition, Americans endured 50 years of pitched battle over the drug, alcohol. It’s worth remembering that the drug war gave us not one but two Constitutional amendments: one banning alcohol, then another un-banning it. Despite alcohol’s decisive win, or rather because of it, the battle moved to other fronts.

 In 2000, no sane person following drug policy would have suggested that within three years Tommy Chong would be imprisoned for selling paraphernalia. The trends of the 1990s were decidedly favorable for reform. Between 1996 and 2000, voters passed 17 reform-oriented ballot initiatives on subjects as diverse as medical marijuana, limiting asset forfeiture abuse and treatment instead of incarceration. New Mexico Governor Gary Johnson, a Republican, called for legalization of marijuana and ultimately passed a range of reform measures. According to the Drug Policy Alliance (where this writer was formerly the director of National Affairs), 46 states passed 150 notable drug policy reforms between 1996 and 2002. Countries throughout the world, including close allies such as Britain and Australia, began to experiment with reform, often going much farther than the United States without appearing to suffer especially ill effects.

 As a presidential candidate, George W. Bush looked rather moderate on drug issues. In October of 1999, he answered a question from CNN about medical marijuana by stating that “I believe each state can choose that decision as they so choose.” Later, after his election, he said, “I think a lot of people are coming to the realization that maybe long minimum sentences for first-time users may not be the best way to occupy jail space and/or heal people from their disease.” However, the arc of the drug war under Bush veered toward emphasizing morality and punitive policies within months of his inauguration.

Bush turns Right on drugs

Drug Czar John Walters is perhaps the key element in this equation. In the 1980s, Walters served as an assistant to then-Secretary of Education Bill Bennett, and then as Bennett’s chief of staff at the Office of National Drug Control Policy when Bennett became the first cabinet-level drug czar. Walters left ONDCP in 1993 and became a bitter critic of President Bill Clinton’s drug policies. Prior to his return as ONDCP’s director, he solidified his standing in Republican circles as the President of the Philanthropy Roundtable, a far Right-wing nonprofit funded by the Olin, Scaife and Bradley Foundations and the New Citizenship Project, whose goal is to promote religion in public life. Thus, he is not a neocon but more of an old-line Bill Bennett values maven. Walters is in touch with his inner kulturkampfer.

 Bennett and Walters had long sought platforms from which to force national discussion about character and values. Although the drug czar does not command any actual police forces, it is a cabinet-level position that is not only tasked with creating the national drug strategy but also has some ability to force other cabinet officials to participate in the strategy. Walters was a particularly hard critic of Clinton’s drug policies, co-authoring blistering articles for the Heritage Foundation and the Washington Times accusing Clinton of “abandoning” the war on drugs. The articles call for a renewed war on drugs by using the presidential bully pulpit to get an anti-drug message out, stepped up use of the military for interdiction efforts, highlighting the deterrent effects of harsh mandatory minimum sentences, forcing source countries to reduce export of drugs and use of drug testing in treatment.

 As drug czar, Walters has enacted his calls for a renewed drug war by emphasizing drug use as a moral issue and by “pushing back” against perceived cultural permissiveness. He has used his bully pulpit to force discussion of drugs into a black/white, us-against-them paradigm, a paradigm to which the concept of war is already well suited. As a result, the major drug initiatives of the Bush Administration have taken on a distinctly combative flavor. For example, in the first year following September 11, Walters repeatedly sought to link the drug war to the war on terrorism in taxpayer-funded advertising and elsewhere. Indeed, the administration appears to view drug users as one element of a fifth column, a component of the axis of evil inside the United States.

 As part of his efforts to push back against his perception of a countercultural message favoring drugs, Walters has worked to eliminate any visible manifestation of drug culture. Thus, there can be no relaxation of any drug law for any purpose, including use as medicine. As a result, there is a renewed effort to root out physicians who prescribe higher levels of opiates than some of their peers, despite widespread acknowledgement that the American medical establishment routinely undertreats pain. This may also explain the otherwise puzzling use of precious space in Bush’s State of the Union address in January to discuss steroids. It’s a visible, highly talked-about manifestation of drug-related culture.

 Walters has also made good on his desire to invigorate interdiction efforts overseas. In Colombia, the United States is now giving aid to help the government shoot down airplanes suspected of smuggling drugs. In 2001, this type of shoot-first-and-ask-questions-later policy resulted in the deaths of a missionary and her daughter in Peru. Last year, the United States spent nearly $600 million in military aid in Colombia, including tacit endorsement of paramilitary units, despite the Columbian government’s poor human rights record. Unfortunately, reporting on Colombia is almost nonexistent in the wake of the war in Iraq.

 Similarly, Walters is intent on ending drug policy experimentation in the states, a decidedly nonconservative position. He has sought to roll back popular medical marijuana laws in the nine states that have passed them. He also directly opposed drug reform ballot initiatives in 2002 by traveling to, and directing taxpayer-funded ads to, states where drug reform initiatives are on the ballot. In a similar vein, the Drug Enforcement Administration conducted raids on most of the major medical marijuana cooperatives in California, resulting in the arrests of patients suffering from cystic fibrosis, cancer and other ailments. Finally, this pushback really does seem to be about a fifth column in the culture war. Thus, Tommy Chong isn’t merely a paraphernalia dealer, he is a personification of the ’70s—and think how gratifying it must have been to imprison the ’70s.

 In the meantime, Democrats have found it hard to articulate their interests in drug policy and at ONDCP. Why? The framework of the “drug war” is a trap. If, instead of a “war” it was an “effort to minimize dangers from pharmaceutical, alcohol, nicotine and other psychoactive drugs”—if, say, we emphasized health outcomes instead of “fighting a war”—it is very likely that rather than building jails and prisons we would stress health and education. The United States now has the highest incarceration rate of documented prisoners in the world, outstripping even China and Russia. And nearly half of all those in Federal prisons are serving time for drug crimes. In the meantime, it has been estimated that almost half of those who need treatment for drugs can’t get it.

What the Dems can do

Democrats need to find a way to begin to step out of the trap of the “drug war.” Although all too many Democrats are enthusiastic practitioners of the drug war, some are beginning to reevaluate the issue. For instance, Congressman Charlie Rangel (D-NY) was a confirmed drug warrior in the ’80s, but after years of his Harlem constituents being convicted and sentenced to hard time upstate, he has spoken out about overreliance on incarceration, introducing a series of bills to reduce sentencing disparities in crack cocaine.

 Representative Rangel’s turnaround on sentencing is a good example of how the Democrats can begin to change the conversation. They need to tell the real stories of the real people affected by our drug policies. Kemba Smith is an African-American woman who, stuck in a controlling relationship with her college boyfriend, ended up playing a marginal role in her abuser’s drug crimes. Eventually, despite neither actually using nor selling drugs, she was convicted under conspiracy laws of all the crimes of his gang. Under mandatory minimum laws, she received 24 and a half years, a longer sentence than manslaughter in many jurisdictions. She was eventually freed after six years when President Clinton commuted her sentence in 2000. Women, especially African-American women, are now the fastest growing segment of the prison population. Like Kemba, they often play a minimal role in a conspiracy but have little information to bargain with authorities. African-Americans already know Kemba’s story, but white America doesn’t have a clue. It would be interesting to see her onstage at the Democratic convention.

 When Americans talk about drugs in the context of pain management, they express far more nuanced views than our current dialogue allows. The baby boomers are getting ready to retire just as the DEA has announced a war on oxycontin, vicodin and other drugs used with little harm by millions to control pain. Certainly they will be ready for a more subtle dialogue. For the same reason, medical marijuana garners up to 80 percent approval in some recent polls. Americans intrinsically understand its potential benefits as a last resort in helping people to find relief from the pain of cancer or other diseases.

 In addition, people convicted of drug crimes face a set of invisible punishments beyond prison. They lose access to housing and needs assistance, and they are often forbidden from receiving licenses. In one state, they cannot receive a license to be a hairdresser. A particularly self-defeating law prevents people convicted of drug crimes from receiving Federal grants or even loans for higher education. Education is the most likely indicator that an individual will not recidivate.

 In the meantime, parents are screaming for assistance at the community level. There are parents who have lost their houses and their jobs in the process of trying to get their kids into decent alcohol or drug treatment. HIV is resurgent in America, and intravenous drug users, their spouses and children are at particular risk. Study after study has shown that syringe exchange coupled with education can slow the transmission of HIV. Americans want to do the right thing on HIV. The lack of health care and the lack of substance abuse treatment (including the startling lack of most kinds of treatment other than 12-step treatment) is a national disaster. A clear, consistent, highly prioritized message by Democrats on this topic could work.

 Democrats can also emphasize both the out-of-control costs of the criminal justice system and the failure to prioritize more serious crimes over drugs. They know that Tommy Chong is not a major threat to their kids and they cannot be happy that it will ultimately cost the government at least $18,000 to imprison him and many thousands more to prosecute him. Ultimately it is up to Democrats to free themselves from the straightjacket of John Walters’ war for morality.

 As for Tommy Chong? He’ll get out of prison in July.

William McColl is an advocate and activist in Washington D.C.

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Tuesday, June 8
Home Depot off Fifth Street?

Albemarle County planners today discussed a new plan for a Fifth Street/Avon Street development, a 92-acre Coran Capshaw venture just beyond the City’s southern border. The development has been substantially reworked, dropping all of the housing units (up to 100) that had been planned under the belief that a retail-heavy development could serve as a “town center” for the surrounding neighborhoods. As a result, the retail square footage got a big boost, to 370,000 square feet from about 230,000 square feet. Though Capshaw’s team has yet to book any tenants, the plan calls for a “major” grocery store, drug store, bank, three or more sit-down restaurants and a home improvement store. The next step for the development is a public hearing, which should go down sometime this summer.

Wednesday, June 9
Dirty South

The Charlottesville-based Southern Environmental Law Center today touted a new report claiming that Virginia ranks eighth among U.S. states for its share of public health impacts caused by pollution from power plants. Three national environmental groups were behind the report, “Dirty Air, Dirty Power,” which said power-plant pollution leads to 1,000 premature deaths and 24,000 asthma attacks in Virginia each year. The findings were said to be based on the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency’s “own air quality consultants.” There are 15 coal-fired power plants in Virginia, according to the report. The one closest to Charlottesville is Dominion’s Bremo Bluff plant in Fluvanna County.

Thursday, June 10
New police shooting trial

On May 15, 1997, four Albemarle police officers responding to a 911 call entered Frederick Gray’s apartment in the Squire Hill complex off of Rio Road. In the ensuing confrontation, Officer Amos Chiarappa shot Gray two times, killing him. Gray’s father, Abraham Gray Jr., later sued the four officers and the department for the wrongful death of his son. Gray lost the suit in Albemarle Circuit Court. But today, the Virginia Supreme Court overturned the decision, stating that Gray’s legal team was wrongfully prevented from using written statements from the police officers during the previous trial. The appeal victory for Gray means Albemarle police will be back in court for another trial on the 1997 shooting.

Friday, June 11
Tinselville?

Charlottesville resident Barry Sisson, who helped produce the indie film The Station Agent, today told WINA listeners that he’s formed a local film production company called Cavalier Films Inc. According to the new venture’s website, Sisson and business partner Marc Lieberman’s new company will “produce story-driven and thought-provoking feature films with mainstream appeal on a low-budget.” Cavalier Films hopes to make movies with budgets in the $500,000 to $800,000 range with an eye toward following the low-budget road to glory of My Big Fat Greek Wedding and The Blair Witch Project.

Saturday, June 12
CHS Champs

The Charlottesville High School boys’ soccer team today brought home the team’s first ever State championship with a spectacular 6-5 win over Jefferson Forest, The Daily Progress reports. With the score knotted at 1-1 at the end of the third overtime, Nemanja Cetic, a senior midfielder, went down on a hard tackle and broke both his tibia and fibula. Despite the injury, CHS held on through the fourth and final overtime. Next came five penalty kicks for each team. The injured Cetic had been slated to take a penalty shot for CHS, but Reuben Baker volunteered to take Cetic’s slot. He and the other players from both teams all scored in the round, sending the game into sudden death. In this round, CHS goalie Nick Kell, who had been replaced for the first round of penalty kicks, blocked the first kick. Michael Negash from CHS then scored on his kick, icing the win.

Sunday, June 13
Big bucks on campus

UVA is hoping to land $3 billion in donations by December 2011, The Daily Progress today reports. The plan, which seeks to offset State-funding shortages and to emulate the fundraising tactics of Ivy League schools, will require UVA to reel in $1 million per day. According to The Washington Post, private donors accounted for 8.3 percent of UVA’s funding last year—more than the school received from Richmond.

Monday, June 14
Kerry-ing Virginia?

The numbers are close to final, and a Democratic fundraiser for John Kerry at the Charlottesville Ice Park on Saturday netted $24,200. Though a Democrat has not carried Virginia since Lyndon Johnson took the State in 1964, Larry J. Sabato, director of the UVA Center for Politics, says Kerry might not be wasting his time in Virginia. But, as Sabato says in his “Crystal Ball” e-mail, Kerry will likely only win Virginia if he wins the whole enchilada, by a “large popular vote margin, period.”

Written by Paul Fain from local news sources and staff reports

 

Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
Celebrating D-Day with America’s most powerful symbol

On Sunday, June 6, Mike Binney crouched on the ground at the Rivanna rifle range, and aimed an M1 Garand, the rifle issued to American soldiers during World War II, at a paper target 100 yards away.

 Clad in camouflaged cargo pants, Binney pulled the trigger and the rifle exploded like a cannon. A 30-06 bullet—a 147-gram, inch-long projectile pointed like a sharp pencil—ripped through the bullseye. Binney clicked open the gun’s chamber and out popped the spent casing.

 “It’s D-Day, Sir,” says Binney, who came out to the range to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the invasion by firing guns similar to those that American soldiers carried on beaches of Normandy. “My father was a WWII veteran,” says Binney. “This is something I had to do.”

 Few objects in American culture are held to be as sacred as the gun. Around here, the firearms faithful worship at the Rivanna Rifle and Pistol Range on Old Lynchburg Road, where shooting guns is an exercise of skill, a history lesson, a political statement and a religious ritual. And, it’s a pretty fun way to spend the afternoon.

 On June 6, the American flag flew at half-mast over the range to honor the death of former President Ronald Reagan, and the parking lot sounded like a war zone. Claps of gunfire echoed from the indoor pistol range and a pair of adjacent fields where groups of men shot rounds of skeet and trap—two games in which shooters try to hit orange clay discs flung upward to imitate the flight of game birds.

 On Sunday, Lake Monticello resident Tom Acker, who pitched for the Cincinnati Reds between 1956 and 1957, was enjoying his first round since hip replacement surgery. He went the first three rounds without missing a shot.

 “Shhh,” he said, when asked about his perfect record. “That’s like talking about a no-hitter.” (Acker went on to complete the round without missing a shot, apparently not jinxed by my question.)

 Most cars in the club’s parking lot on Sunday featured patriotic, military or Republican decals. In fact, Rivanna requires all prospective members to join the National Rifle Association, which boasts about 4 million members nationwide. Numerous postings on the group’s website (www.nra.org) paint NRA members as freedom fighters, persecuted by Democrats who would repeal the Second Amendment, ban all guns and prohibit hunting or competitive shooting.

 The NRA’s rhetoric may sound hyperbolic, but many Rivanna members hold variations of such views.

 Rivanna’s NRA requirement helps “combat the anti-gun people who want to take our firearms away,” says Calvin Dodd, a “life member” of Rivanna who joined both the pistol club and the NRA in 1953. Also, Rivanna, like most gun clubs, purchases otherwise unaffordable liability insurance through the NRA.

Club treasurer Paul Benneche says Rivanna has about 850 members and has recently been taking on about 100 new members each year. Membership for one year costs $75; the required NRA membership costs $35. Benneche says “maybe one person a year” decides not to join Rivanna when they find out they must also join the NRA.

Enough chitchat. It’s time to shoot some guns. At the rifle range, Binney offered to share his guns with a reporter, and club president Steve Sandow produced an M16 to contrast with the M1.

The Garand is heavy—about nine pounds—and when you squeeze the trigger the rifle’s kickback punches your shoulder like a fist. And it’s loud—it hurts my ears, even with the protective headphones.

“Back then, soldiers didn’t have earplugs,” says Binney. “Can you imagine a battlefield full of these things going off?”

There’s a touch of romance in his voice, and pretending to be at war seems like part of the thrill at the rifle range. It’s impossible, in fact, to aim and shoot a military rifle without imagining the battlefield.

Soldiers dubbed the M16 a “mouse gun” when it was introduced, since it is much lighter, quieter and easier to aim and shoot than the M1. This particular M16 is semi-automatic, firing one bullet each time you pull the trigger. Soldiers use the automatic version, which means the weapon will spray bullets as long as the trigger is depressed.

Sandow brought an array of pistols—a .357 revolver, a .22 caliber sport pistol, and a Glok 9mm. My favorite is the 9mm semi-automatic Beretta, the military’s standard-issue sidearm. The gun is sleek, black, heavy—perfectly designed and simple to use. After pushing 10 gold, blunt-tipped bullets into the clip and loading it into the chamber, I fire away at a paper target 25 yards out. The Beretta packs a forceful kickback, but the paper targets are too far away for me to tell how well I’m aiming. Beyond the visceral thrill of the explosion, the lack of immediate feedback makes target shooting a little boring.

Since I’m a weapons novice, I’m terrified by the fact that as I grip the pistol I literally hold the lives of everyone around me in the palm of my hand. The Beretta itself is neither good nor bad—it’s just a tool, a mechanical extension of the primal human urge to kill other people. What’s shocking about shooting guns is how easy it is.

It’s a point not lost on the club’s officials. Some shooters may come to the range with battlefield fantasies, but no one suggests that they’re playing with toys. In fact, Benneche says, the range recently asked local police to stop shooting at each other with “simu-nition,” or fake ammo, on the range’s 115 acres.

“We don’t want people pointing guns at each other out here,” he says. “You point a gun at someone to kill them. It’s not for fun.”—John Borgmeyer

 

Nameless no more
Coran Capshaw is officially unmasked as amphitheater developer

Coran Capshaw is usually the guy behind the scenes, the “unnamed investor,” the “silent partner.” For more than a year that’s been his relationship to a City project to redevelop the east end of the Downtown Mall. On Monday, June 7, however, Capshaw appeared in City Council chambers to publicly laud Council and promise he would do a good job running the Downtown Amphitheater.

 “I think it’s going to be a great addition to the community,” said Capshaw. “We look forward to enhancing it with regional and national acts, and we want to expand the charitable activity.”

 Council will spend the $6.5 million grant—with an option to ask for $2.5 million more—it received from the Federal Transportation Administration on a new east end plaza, featuring an ultramodern bus transfer station and a renovated amphitheater. Construction is scheduled to begin in October; the City aims to finish by next summer so as not to interfere with Fridays After 5.

 In December, the City leased the amphitheater to its development arm, the Charlottesville Industrial Development Authority (CIDA). Last Monday, Council approved an agreement between CIDA and Capshaw to loan the developer $3.4 million (to be repaid at 3.7 percent interest over 20 years) to rebuild the amphitheater.

 A fabric roof will cover the stage and much of the seating area—a combination of grass and hard surface. Portable chairs will be set up for some events.

 Capshaw told the City he plans to hold about 40 events each year, including a “Fridays After 5-type event” during the summer, according to Aubrey Watts, the City’s director of economic development. Watts said the Friday shows would be “free or reasonable, depending on what makes financial sense” for Capshaw. When no show is scheduled, the entire amphitheater will be open for public use. The amphitheater project will appear before the Board of Architectural Review on Tuesday, June 15.

 Some people at the meeting spoke against the project, mistakenly believing Capshaw would close the amphitheater to the public, but by the time Council got around to actually voting on the project, most people had left the marathon meeting.

Do-it-yourselfers

Also on Monday, Council gave City staff a tentative go-ahead to investigate a proposal from the State Department of Transportation that would allow the City to take over more road building responsibilities. Plenty of questions remain, however.

 This year the General Assembly passed a law allowing VDOT to funnel State and Federal road money to localities, which would design, engineer and build roads. Council voted unanimously to investigate what such a change would mean for the City.

 If the City opts into VDOT’s local control program, it could have the option of putting more road money into transit. “We’re not entirely clear we can do that,” said Councilor Kevin Lynch. “If we can’t, I don’t see a whole lot of benefit.”

 Lynch believes the City could engineer and build roads cheaper than VDOT, but Peter Kleeman, a former VDOT engineer, told Council he wasn’t so sure the City would save money.

 “It could put a very large burden on a small number of people. I don’t think it bodes well for having a high-quality product,” Kleeman said.—John Borgmeyer

 

Think fast!
Improv comedy speeds up with newcomers joining the scene

You had to pity poor Bob Taibbi. A member of local performance troupe The Improfessionals, he couldn’t win in a skit called “What’s Broken?” He had to figure out what the unseen broken thing was and what was wrong with it. The audience of about 35 at Live Arts’ UpStage Theater on Thursday night had suggested both answers, but Taibbi had been out in the hall at the time. He’d have to get clues to the solution by talking to and interacting with five other actors on stage.

 The item was an electric rake. It was being destroyed from within by angry gods.

 Improfessional originator Ray Smith gamely jumped from River Styx references to instructions about sacrificing black lambs. Still Taibbi stood, a little lost, trying to grab the handle of the narrative train speeding through the room.

 The audience howled. This is improv comedy.

 It went mainstream in the late ’90s on a Drew Carey TV show, “Whose Line Is it Anyway?” On that show, like its British predecessor, a group of actors responded with, ideally, lightning-quick wit to cues, often shouted out by audience members. Smith thinks “Whose Line” had a part in popularizing improv across the country.

  Sure enough, the scene is growing here. The Improfessionals recently scored a regular monthly gig at Live Arts. Another improv troupe plans to set up shop in the next few months. Several teachers are giving classes here, and Improvaganza has been part of the annual Live Arts Summer Theater Festival for the past four years.

 Jennifer Horne-Webster is bringing her Whole World Theatre here from Hawaii (she’ll be asking for volunteers and students later this month). The market is just lean enough, Horne-Webster says, to make Charlottesville a good new home. “All my friends here said it’s such a great art community, and hopefully it’ll really catch on,” she says.

 She began her improv training at Cillia, James Madison University’s improv group, before interning at Atlanta’s Alliance Theater. She prefers the quick-thinking theater game because “it’s a great experience for everyone, [including] the audience. It’s an active experience rather than passive, watching,” she says. It’s also great for those looking to get on the stage: “It’s a creative outlet for people who aren’t sure what their creative outlet could be. It’s about being experiential.”

 The attraction was about the same for Smith who studied improv with mentor Kerry Biondo and has also acted in scripted shows. The Improfessionals officially formed last year, but had been practicing together for years prior. Now they play out about twice a month at places like the Outback Lodge, Rapunzel’s and C’Ville Coffee, and practice weekly at a borrowed studio at McGuffey Art Center.

 “The thing about improv that everyone always thinks is amazing is that we’re thinking up these things really quickly. We’re not,” he says.

 “What we practice is removing the blocks from our minds, to free ourselves from boundaries [we build up in real life]…. Improv is an opportunity to be fearless, to say anything you want and get away with it.”—Eric Rezsnyak

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Tuesday, June 1
What’s that in your backpack?

During the fall semester, 425 UVA students will be toting a $2,000 Microsoft Tablet PC, according to a story published in Business Week today. However, the UVA students won’t have to fork over a cent for the notebook-sized PCs, as Microsoft, which has had trouble moving the Tablet since its November 2002 debut, is distributing them in a marketing ploy. Business Week reports that Edward Ayers, dean of UVA’s College of Liberal Arts and Sciences, is gaga over the nifty computers, which allow users to write on the screens. But there’s a downside: giving students Internet and instant messaging capabilities in the classroom.

Wednesday, June 2
Show me the money

The Albemarle County Supervisors today named a new bean counter and also voted to give themselves a raise. Richard M. Wiggans, Albemarle’s new director of finance, will take over July 1. He will replace Melvin Breeden, who was brought on to handle the County budget only nine months ago. Wiggans comes from Texas, where he was a budget guru for the cities of Cedar Park and, previously, Arlington. As part of next year’s budget, Wiggans will tally the Supes’ new salary, which will increase by $363 to $12,467

Thursday, June 3
Gotta light?

WINA reports that late tonight, someone broke into Haney’s Market on Seminole Trial and heisted $9,000 worth of cigarettes. Albemarle Police say the thieves broke a window to get at the nicotine-laden stash. As police investigate the theft, a new report suggests that local teenagers are less likely to be the perpetrators of this sort of crime. The study, from the Virginia Tobacco Settlement Foundation, found a 28 percent decrease in smoking rates among Virginia’s high school students from 2001 to 2003. The latest results showed 21 percent of those high schoolers surveyed said they’d smoked a cigarette in the last month while only 6 percent of middle school students admitted to lighting up.

Friday, June 4
Breastfeeders say back off

During today’s drizzly lunch hour, about a dozen mothers and their babies were out on the Mall to rally for the right to breastfeed in public. The demonstration was in response to the recent plight of Suzy Stone, 30, who claims she was told by an employee of Atomic Burrito restaurant on Tuesday—her birthday—to cease suckling her wee one in front of other customers. Stone says she wasn’t trying to target Atomic Burrito with the protest, but to instead spread the word that public breastfeeding is acceptable, and legal. “I just don’t want it to happen to other mothers,” Stone says while holding her 6-month-old daughter, Phoenix. A short stroll away, two small signs were posted at the restaurant: “Atomic Burrito unconditionally supports the rights of mothers to breastfeed within the restaurant specifically and in public generally.”

Saturday, June 5
Prank gone too far?

Albemarle police are investigating an over-the-top vandalism binge that occurred early on Saturday morning at Monticello High School’s football field. According to The Daily Progress, the vandals fired up a backhoe and knocked down both goalposts. They also rolled the earthmover over chairs that had been lined up for the school’s graduation ceremony later that morning. Though the graduation took place, it was moved to the school’s gymnasium.

Sunday, June 6
Last pitch for UVA

The UVA baseball team today wrapped up one of its best seasons ever with a loss to Vanderbilt—the conclusion of a four-game weekend of NCAA tournament baseball on their home turf. The 7-3 loss to Vandy eliminated the Cavaliers from the regional tourney and gave the Commodores a slot in the super regional in Austin against No. 1-ranked Texas. The Cavs finish the season with an impressive 44-15 record. On Monday, UVA baseball fans should keep an eye on the Major League draft as several players could get the call, including shortstop Mark Reynolds and pitcher/ first baseman Joe Koshansky.

Monday, June 7
Public input on School Board

Two spots are open on the Charlottesville City School Board this year. One seat was held by Julie Gronlund—who is seeking to re-up for another term—and the other will soon be vacated by retiring Board Chair Linda Bowen. The City Council appoints members to the School Board, but today holds a hearing to let the public have its say about the nine aspiring Board members, who include Ned Michie, and Kenneth Jackson, recent Republican candidate for City Council.

Written by Paul Fain from local news sources and staff reports

 

Friend of the damned
“Grandmother” of the State’s anti-death penalty movement is honoredMarie Deans keeps a quote from Albert Camus on her refrigerator: “I would like to be able to love my country and justice, too.”

 “I feel the same way about Virginia,” says Deans, who has spent the past 20 years entrenched in the Commonwealth’s capital punishment system, “but the State makes it hard sometimes.”

 The difference between “justice” and the “justice system” is glaring on Virginia’s death row, and few people have worked as hard as Deans to make capital punishment fairer. Since the early ’80s the Charlottesville activist has worked as a mitigator on more than 250 capital cases and 90 habeas petitions, helping defense teams uncover facts about the social history and mental condition of accused murderers.

 “She’s the grandmother of the death penalty movement in Virginia,” says Jack Payden-Travers, director of Virginians for Alternatives to the Death Penalty. Payden-Travers credits Deans with helping get VADP off the ground, and for being one of the first people to work for capital punishment reform in the State.

 Deans, who was born and raised in Charleston, South Carolina, says her opposition to the death penalty stems from a politically active family and her Lutheran upbringing. “You can’t justify your sins by the sins of others,” she says.

 In August 1972, her convictions were tested when a prison escapee from Maine shot and killed her mother-in-law, Penny Deans. In 1976, Deans founded Murder Victims’ Families for Reconciliation, and today the group still works to counter the argument that executing criminals brings peace to victims.

 After her mother-in-law died, “people would say, ‘We’ll catch him and fry him.’ We didn’t want that,” says Deans.

 She joined Amnesty International just as that group was taking on the death penalty issue. She first visited death row to talk to J.C. Shaw, a schizophrenic and convicted killer. He had dropped his appeals and, ironically, the warden at South Carolina’s death house—who opposed the death penalty—hoped Deans could convince Shaw to renew his appeals. Opposition to execution, even inside the prison system, “wasn’t unusual for that generation,” says Deans. “They didn’t want to execute him at all.”

 She found a different attitude when she came to Virginia in 1982, at the request of the Southern Coalition on Jails and Prisons.

 When Deans moved to Richmond, no groups were monitoring Virginia’s death row—no one knew who was awaiting execution or whether the convicts had lawyers. Then, as now, the State routinely appointed underqualified, underpaid and overworked lawyers to defend the indigent. Moreover, the system rewards mechanics over substance: As long as the State goes through the motions of a trial, Deans says, it will ignore evidence that undermines the outcome of a trial.

 That kind of willful ignorance kept Earl Washington, an innocent man convicted of a 1982 Culpeper murder, on death row for nine years until Deans helped free him. Washington, who is retarded, is currently suing Culpeper and Fauquier County police in Charlottesville’s U.S. District Court, and his suit reveals a shocking string of investigative and prosecutorial errors.

 But without Deans, who moved to Charlottesville five years ago when her son began attending UVA, Washington probably wouldn’t be alive today. Convinced that he was innocent, Deans worked on his appeals and finally recruited lawyers Bob Hall and Eric Freedman to take Washington’s case. On Thursday, June 3, the American Association on Mental Retardation lauded Deans and the legal team who freed Washington at its annual convention in Virginia Beach.

 “I don’t think of myself as saving his life, I just did the job that needed to be done,” says Deans. “It was very rewarding to see him get out, and I’m sorry it took us so long.”—John Borgmeyer

 

A crowded dial
Is Channel 29 trying to irradiate the competition?

When Jeff Werner of the Piedmont Environmental Council strode to the microphone to testify during last week’s public hearing over a planned TV tower, most observers probably thought he would do as he’d done before during similar debates in Albemarle County, and question the aesthetic impact of a new tower.

 This time, however, Werner was speaking as an individual, and had a different message to impart.

 “I don’t have a dog in this fight at all,” Werner said, before describing that he had been “misinformed” about the identity of a resident who had come to him with worries about radiation from the proposed tower, which is to be built by Gray Television to broadcast new CBS and ABC affiliates in Charlottesville.

 Werner said the concerned neighbor claimed to be a turkey hunter who was afraid of being zapped by potentially dangerous radio frequency radiation from the tower. When the person displayed detailed knowledge about TV antennas, and of the brewing feud between Gray and NBC 29 WVIR-TV, Werner got suspicious. After questioning the person, Werner learned that the concerned citizen had “done some legal work for someone who does have a dog in this fight”—presumably NBC 29.

 “There is an intense interest in delaying [the tower],” Werner told County Supervisors. “I would encourage you all to get to the bottom of it.”

 In the end, the Supes sided with Gray and approved the 190-foot tower design for the new CBS and ABC affiliates, but not before hearing concerns from a lawyer from NBC 29, and a former director of engineering from the station, Sid Shumate, who filed incredibly detailed complaints about radiation from the CBS tower.

 It’s clear that NBC 29, which is owned by the Florida-based Waterman Broadcasting Corporation, takes the challenge posed by the two upstarts seriously. Gray only has until August 15 to begin broadcasting on Channel 19 or it loses that FCC license—an exceptionally tight timeline, acknowledges Tracey Jones, Gray’s regional vice-president of television. A tower delay at the Albemarle County Office Building could have been a major disaster for Gray, and NBC 29 apparently tried to help make that delay happen. But for now, it looks like Gray has cleared its regulatory barriers for the two new stations, and can focus on building a tower and broadcasting studio.

 “I absolutely have full confidence that we are going to make it on the air with a signal,” Jones says. “The decisions are within our control.”

 The stakes for NBC 29 are advertising dollars in a TV market it has long dominated. Susan Payne, president of Payne, Ross & Associates, an advertising and marketing firm in Charlottesville, says there is a buzz among her clients about the new television stations. Payne says some local advertisers who focus on Charlottesville and Albemarle might not need to reach customers across the broad region that NBC 29’s newscasts cover, which stretches as far as Staunton and even Buckingham County.

 “Some of my clients would welcome a more targeted broadcast,” Payne says. “I think this area is ripe for competition.”—Paul FainThe call of nature

Outsiders meet through the Outdoor Social ClubLast October, 29-year-old Jason Heuer moved to Charlottesville from Northern Virginia. By March, he was more than ready to join a social club. Disillusioned with what he calls “the whole bar scene,” Heuer found that other venues, such as The Blues and Brews Festival at the Downtown Amphitheater, offered “not a whole lot of opportunity to start conversations with people you don’t already know.”

 After hearing a plug for the Outdoor Social Club on radio station WNRN, Heuer attended the group’s inaugural open house on March 20. There he was heartened to find no fewer than 80 fellow would-be outdoorsmen and outdoorswomen crowded into the clean, well-lighted clubhouse, which is also the living room of club owner Matt Rosefsky’s apartment. “When the list of adventures was announced,” Heuer says, “I signed up then and there.”

 So did 30 others. Less than three months later, the OSC boasts 77 members, surpassing the most optimistic expectations of Rosefsky, a recent Darden graduate. College students, roughly a quarter of the club, pay yearly dues of $150; nonstudent memberships cost $198 (you can pay by the month, too). Most “adventures” carry additional equipment and guide fees, at a discounted group rate.

 When asked if he approaches the club as a place to find dates, Heuer answers, “definitely.” He favors this venue over Internet matchmaking services because it allows “a face-to-face first impression” as well as the common ground of doing something fun together, particularly an outdoors activity, which he believes “attracts a certain kind of person who’s kind and open.” Heuer rates the white water rafting trip in West Virginia “an absolute blast.” The less rigorous grill nights and cooking club also rank high on his list and he looks forward to the upcoming evening of paint ball at the Splat House.

 The club also offers overnight backpacking, camping and kayaking trips to Virginia Beach and varied sites in West Virginia every weekend throughout the summer.

 Group outings appeal to more and more people in Virginia and around the world. For instance, Adventure Club, Inc., has served 125 members a year in the Tidewater area since 1992, offering opportunities president Ed Herndon describes as “two-thirds adventure, one-third social.” Tandem skydiving and wilderness camping alternate with “adventure dining” at area restaurants. Herndon, who says he joined the club in 1993 to stop dating because he was so dissatisfied with that experience, married a fellow adventurer several years later—one of three weddings spawned by the club.

 Cindy Marks, a 39-year-old single mother, says she joined the OSC because “after living in Charlottesville for five years, I still feel like an outsider.” While she hopes to meet men, Marks chose Rosefsky’s club over dating services because she prefers “some common ground of values or interests” before introducing herself to a stranger. “I’d much rather be in an environment where the singles thing is not what it’s all about,” Marks insists.

 It remains to be seen whether Rosefsky can make a living managing the Outdoor Social Club. Adventure Club, Inc., which started as a for-profit venture with one full-time, salaried employee found itself running at a deficit; as a non-profit club run by the volunteer efforts of members who pay a low yearly fee of $25, it has flourished.

 Rosefsky has put his finger on the heartfelt and marketable demand to feel part of a like-minded community, and his club’s swelling ranks thank him for it. Says Marks, “Even if I don’t meet someone, I’ll get out of the house, and I’ll learn something. This is the only way I’ll ever get in a kayak.”—Phoebe Frosch