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In it to win it

When Tim and Dory Doyle made their grand entrance into their wedding reception three months ago, one honored guest almost stole the spotlight. “You can actually rent the Hokie bird for $200,” says Dory, who managed every aspect of the big day. The feathered Virginia Tech mascot preceded them into the Farmington ballroom to the tune of “Enter Sandman,” the same song that inspires the Tech football team before games. Even Dory’s father, a UVA fan, wanted a picture with the bird. Dory also surprised her new husband with his own cake replica of the Tech football stadium.

Although the bride still opted to wear traditional white instead of maroon and orange, the reception was rich in sports symbolism. That day, in front of hundreds of cheering fans, Tim and Dory began their marriage like a game they were about to play forever, hard knocks and all. 

Tim Doyle and Dory Tucker
April 4, 2009
Photo by Sarah Cramer

Tim and Dory were born months apart at Martha Jefferson Hospital, but they didn’t meet until they were both seniors at Albemarle High School. “I was a drama nerd and he was a jock,” she says. They started dating right before prom and never looked back. Dory spent her freshman year at Vanderbilt and then transferred to Tim’s Virginia Tech, where they both graduated in 2007.

When the two returned for a weekend in Blacksburg, Tim drove Dory to a duck pond on campus where the two used to walk together in the evenings. “We were both ready [to get engaged], but I had to do something a little bit special,” says Tim. Dory was surprised that her occasional searches hadn’t turned up the ring. “I had the ring for a month and a half,” says her husband proudly. 

When the two were engaged, Dory’s parents presented them with a fixed amount of money, saying “We challenge you to make your dream wedding on this budget.” Tim and Dory were up to the task. They made their own invitations, designed save-the-dates for free online, and incorporated a candy buffet in their reception (which some young cousins discovered before the ceremony).

“It was neat trying to be thrifty,” says Dory. “When we have kids that’s how we’re going to do it.” In fact Dory did such a professional and creative job that her friend chose her to help plan her April 2010 wedding. But Tim was also involved in the planning sessions: “I provided some of the muscle,” he says. “Although it doesn’t take much to fold invitations.” 
It rained every day during the week leading up to the wedding, which took place on the couple’s sixth anniversary. It was still cold and windy at their rehearsal dinner. “Some of our family almost got blown over,” says Tim. But the day of the wedding was sunny and exquisite, making the couple happy they’d chosen just a week before to hold the ceremony outside.

And in keeping with what Dory says makes their marriage work—“Every day we laugh together”—it’s been sunny days ever since.

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25 essential Charlottesville experiences for real locals

Dome Room at the Rotunda

At the risk of sounding cocky, C-VILLE knows a little something about what it takes to be a true resident of this here city. After all, we’ve been Charlottesville insiders for 20 years now. Some of our staff were born and raised here, others were transplanted long ago, and some of us graduated from UVA and then couldn’t bear to leave. We think this gives us carte blanche to publish our ideas about what constitutes a real local. But, ever humble (no, that wasn’t a typo for ingenious), we invite your feedback as well. What experience made you feel like you finally belonged to this community? Was it disputing an outrageous parking ticket at City Hall (#21)? Was it making out with a first date at the Fork Union Drive-In (#24)? Or maybe you still feel like an outsider who wants to be in. In that case, follow our lead and take on the following 25 classic Charlottesville endeavors. Even if you don’t feel like a local when the list is complete, we guarantee that each Saturday Spudnut will bring you one step closer to feeling right at home.

1. Play hooky in the Dome Room at the Rotunda
In the words of this very paper, the “Dome Room of the Rotunda is a bit like the sunglasses you can’t find because they’re on top of your head.” Sometimes the most spectacular tourist destinations in Charlottesville get short shrift by locals. And we’re not talking about Historic Michie Tavern. Like Daedalus (#5), the Rotunda’s public Dome Room encases both books and light, but it also boasts an unbeatable view of the Lawn, explaining why Mr. Jefferson found it his favorite place from which to admire his Academical Village.

“We pledge allegiance to the flag…” Each year Charlottesville releases a fledgling group of citizens to the nation at Monticello’s Naturalization Ceremony. Go forth and multiply!

2. Attend the Naturalization Ceremony at Monticello
It’s no surprise that our list features Monticello. Without Thomas Jefferson, Charlottesville would be unrecognizable as the progressive haven it is today. And one of the most moving displays of Mr. Jefferson’s democratic principles is the annual Independence Day Celebration and Naturalization Ceremony on the mountain. For 46 years more than 3,000 immigrants have pledged their loyalty to this country while their fellow citizens look on. Last year George W. Bush spoke at the ceremony, and other honored guests have included Carl Sagan, David McCullough, Colin Powell, Madeleine Albright, and Christo and Jeanne-Claude. This year’s speaker will be rookie Congressman and Ivy native son Tom Perriello. Every year this ceremony reminds Charlottesville that a community stays stagnant unless it welcomes new additions. Remember to bring your American flags and your tissues to the ceremony: Your tears and patriotism will surely overflow. And the pomp of citizenship might just inspire you to attend a City Council or a Board of Supervisors meeting. Nationality might begin on the mountain, but it’s preserved on the ground floor.

3. Tailgate a UVA football game
Charlottesville without UVA would just be Waynesboro. Not that we think there’s anything wrong with Waynesboro, but can that town fill a 60,000-person capacity venue with screaming fans clad in orange jerseys and sundresses? Say what you will about drunken frat boys, but opening a full cooler in the parking lot before a Scott Stadium football game is pretty great. At a Cavalier tailgate the students are under the influence of hope for a win, the out-of-towners are intoxicated by the thrill of rivalry, and the 21-year-olds are just plain inebriated. One of these days our local sports fans will learn moderation; in the meantime we need those people who lack inhibition to start “the wave.”

And if you like UVA football, try taking in some winning, albeit lower-profile sports. Spread a blanket on the grassy knoll of Klockner Stadium while the university’s championship soccer and lacrosse teams rule the turf. These athletes might not take to the field with galloping steeds and exploding fireballs, but they certainly know how to play their game.

4. Walk to work
Charlottesville’s bike lanes might not have the greatest reputation, but our sidewalks leave little to be desired. Pedestrian pavement wends through city neighborhoods whose demographics and landscapes are forever changing, making a walk to work as variable as the numbers on a paycheck over the years. We’re also a city where many fortunate people live close to where they work, whether they’re crossing Avon Street Bridge from Belmont to do their shift at the Mudhouse (see #24) or walking down JPA in scrubs on the way to UVA Hospital. This town hosts an abundance of comfortable shoe stores for a reason. We get around.

5. Visit City Market
O.K., City Market. It’s time to give the bragging a rest. We all know that you’re the hottest gig in town on Saturday morning. All the savvy locals buy your flowers, herbs, strawberries and rhubarb pies. You’re the place for couples to walk complacently hand in hand, parents to push double-wide strollers, and singles to meet someone who loves John Coles’ raw milk goat cheese (available for a “donation”) as much as they do. We get it, City Market vendors. We want what you’re selling.

6. Post a comment on Cvillenews.com
Waldo Jaquith’s Cvillenews website has always been on the cutting edge. Jaquith launched it in 2001, and since then he has never lowered the bar for highbrow Charlottesville information. A hyperlocal news site before hyperlocal was a buzz word in the news industry, Jaquith covers real topics of real concern to locals. When commenters finally graduate from spurting BS on shifty blogs, Cvillenews is where they go to grow up.

7. Hang out Thursday night at Miller’s
John D’earth and Dawn Thompson have been playing jazz on Thursday night at Miller’s since the late ‘80s, and no regular Charlottesville gig can compete with that kind of history. What has kept D’earth, Thompson, and their rotating band of smooth characters at Miller’s all these years, through the bar’s change of ownership and change of menu, not to mention its infinite clouds of cigarette smoke? Perhaps it has something to do with the intimate setting and the stage that turns the performing band into a window display for passersby.

A local rising star in the Charlottesville music scene is Wednesday night at the Blue Moon Diner. Hump-day festivities and sweet potato fries have something to do with the gig’s success, but mostly it’s Jim Waive’s sweet crooning that brings the audience.

8. Visit the poetry room at Daedalus Bookshop
C-VILLE and its readers have a certain bias for all things poetic. They’re in good company with Sandy McAdams, owner and chief shelving administrator of Daedalus Bookshop for more than 30 years. Daedalus, described by the Washington Post as a “temple of secondhand lit, a bibliophile’s church,” has three extraordinary floors, and it’s on the top story where you’ll find the poetry section. The dusty light, the floor-to-ceiling mazes of bookshelves, and the literary mystique all combine here to create a poetry lover’s paradise. Like the volumes that circulate through Daedalus, great poetry is meant to be passed from person to person. The next time you’re downtown, run your fingers over some of these recycled pages.

9. Wake up early Saturday morning for Spudnuts
Since the donut chain’s Belmont shop opened in 1969, Spudnuts has routinely sold out its potato flour pastries on Saturday morning. Now known for being the only East Coast branch of the Spudnuts franchise, the store does donuts in a way that would make Idaho proud. In fact, they do them in a way that would make most C-VILLE readers balk at calling them donuts.  Nothing makes a Saturday morning like a cup of coffee and a half dozen Spudnuts (blueberry, coconut, chocolate-covered, cherry cinnamon, glazed, and whichever one you ate on your walk from the Spudnuts counter to your car) from the Belmont confectionery that’s been satisfying our early morning stomachs before brunch was the weekend hotness.

10. See the city from the air
This one is on everyone’s wish list, but airborne paradise is actually more accessible than you think. This might be your year to splurge and finally see the city and surrounding countryside from a hot air balloon. Ricky Behr, who runs his Bear Balloon Corporation from the Boar’s Head Inn, has logged more than 4,000 flight hours in his inflatable aircraft, and he hosts his “aerial nature walks” almost every day of the year. But Boar’s Head Inn isn’t the only company with hot air appeal. Blue Ridge Balloon and Monticello Country Ballooning also make it their business to elevate locals from the grass to the treetops. A wicker basket hugs the earth more closely than an airplane seat does, and balloon infrastructure is easier to wrap your head around than jet aerodynamics. Perhaps the hot air balloon should be Charlottesville’s trademark mode of transportation in the same way the sea plane is Alaska’s. We might not have whales and glaciers, but we still have a pretty sweet view of the Blue Ridge.

The Charlottesville Ten Miler: What athletes do when the alternative is running around a track 40 times.

11. Run the Ten Miler
Although ACAC treadmills have toned a lot of legs in Charlottesville, the annual outdoor Ten Miler still attracts a fit crowd of thousands. Once a year local feet pound the city pavement in the name of charity, running from U-Hall and JPJ to Downtown and back again, with plenty of entertainment and Gatorade-funneling along the way. Started 34 years ago by Ragged Mountain Running Shop’s Lorenzoni family and now directed by Dan and Alice Wiggins, the Ten Miler takes over the streets each spring with its magical combination of sweat, muscle and pain, not to mention the exhilaration of beating one’s neighbor in a foot race. And judging from the pink bumper stickers around town, another fundraiser, the Charlottesville Women’s Four Miler (begun in 2000), has its own avid following of sweaty musketeers.

12. Tube on the James River
If “cooler tubes” and “dog lifejackets” aren’t enough to get you on board with James River tubing expeditions, the meandering river should be enticement enough. The James River runs the length of the state, but nearby Scottsville holds the key to one of the most scenic, rapid-free stretches of recreational floating. Back in the day, tobacco and produce were transported down the river, but these summers you are more likely to see tubing parties and beer flotillas make their way from Warren to Hatton Ferry. James River Runners and James River Reeling and Rafting are the two main enterprises that bus you upriver with your supplies (fried chicken and cans of Budweiser are popular choices), but if you’ve got enough designated drivers and inner tubes you can play Lewis and Clark by exploring your own quiet stretch of river.

13. Attend the Live Arts Gala
Each fall the no-budget Live Arts Gala kicks every other party’s butt by harnessing a perfect storm of hot revelers, hot local celebrities (see #16), hot trapeze artists and the hottest dance floor of the year. In the earlier portion of the evening big spenders watch actors in their acclaimed roles and follow mimes or other unexpected guides through the building before sitting down to dinner, a live auction, and, of course, more booze. For the after-hours crowd the Gala opens a bar and a dance floor to a vortex of performers and party dresses. Volunteers make the whole night happen (see #14), donating their time and creative energy both out of abounding love for Live Arts and out of more general love for carousing.

14. Volunteer
In a town like Charlottesville volunteering is just as rewarding for you as for those you help. The community service that began as a court order might just turn into the highpoint of your week. Charlottesville hosts hundreds of benevolent organizations (just ask the Center for Nonprofit Excellence) in our neighborhoods like CASA, SARA, Habitat for Humanity, school mentoring programs, literacy programs and arts organizations, as well as a fleet of young athletes who need coaches. And let’s not overlook the Madison House, a UVA organization that has donated over 110,000 volunteer hours to the community since its inception. If you want to translate that time into cash money, it’s over $2 million worth of service. Every week 1,300 students volunteer their time to making Charlottesville better, and they didn’t even have to get arrested to find their motivation. To track down volunteer opportunities that suit your talents, visit the websites volunteermatch.org or beavolunteer.info.

15. Call the C-VILLE Rant Line, 817-2759 ext. 55
What’s up, C-VILLE? I just want to say…um…the Rant Line is one of our last phone-based forms of free expression, and um…we live in a democracy…Hold on, my other line is beeping. I’m back. You guys seriously need to publish this because I…well, I took issue with a rant last week about…I mean the Free Speech Wall is, like, always out of purple chalk. God, have you ever noticed how good Pringles are? This is one Rantalicious potato chip. Can you pick up what I’m throwing down? And by the way, if I ever get the time or money I’m going to change the pedestrian crossing beeping noise to the song “White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane. Peace out.

16. Spot a local celebrity
Nothing makes us feel more metropolitan in our Blue Ridge enclave than a celebrity spotting. Sure, the longer we live here the more nonchalant we try to appear when standing in line behind Grisham, Matthews, Spacek or Dove at the grocery store, but we can still gush privately when we get so lucky. Although we’re all aware that Charlottesville is a happening place, it’s still comforting in a tabloid journalism sort of way to know that big-shots like The Rock (can you smell what he’s cooking?) think it’s special, too. We won’t be selling Charlottesville star maps anytime soon, but we can disclose that the Downtown Mall has been rich in celebrity sightings lately. That being said, we rarely get to wander farther than two blocks from our downtown office.

You can still put meat platters under the tree on Christmas morning, but Reids Super-Save Market has pork products and other essential groceries all year round. Meanwhile little Jace Wright wishes he was at the toy store.

17. Shop at Reid’s
Known for its central location, its unparalleled meat department, its killer sales prices, and its expanding selection of organic and local produce, Reid Super-Save Market is one of the most socioeconomically diverse shopping experiences in Charlottesville. In a city that’s been clamoring for a pretentious downtown grocery store for years, Reid’s has been quietly doing the job of a Giant, a Whole Foods, and a convenience store wrapped in one. Swing by for a lotto ticket, a can of soda or your week’s worth of groceries. This unassuming Charlottesville market has a little bit of everything.

18. Attend a fringe/DIY art or culture event
Although local art and cultural events like the Virginia Festival of the Book, the Virginia Film Festival, and LOOK3: Festival of the Photograph are now fairly mainstream, the Charlottesville art community still stirs the pot every year with creations like outsider circuses, female arm wrestling extravaganzas, and new gallery spaces to challenge the status quo. The gutted sections of the Ix Building have now hosted two celebrations of weirdness: Wunderkammer and Shentai. The Bridge Progressive Arts Initiative in Belmont holds fundraisers where animal sounds and fake mustaches are mandatory. The Twisted Branch Tea Bazaar and Dust help ensure that obscure bands always stop through Charlottesville on their way to Indie-ville. And the Blue Moon Diner has been taken over by the Charlottesville Lady Arm Wrestlers more times than we can count. The fact that the line for last year’s CLAW Smackdown wrapped around the block should tell you something about Charlottesville’s enthusiasm for all things fringe, and we’re not just talking about leather jackets from the ’80s. Read about all art events in the C-VILLE calendar listings, in Arts Editor Brendan Fitzgerald’s weekly highlight reel Feedback, or on the Piedmont Council of the Arts calendar: http://charlottesvillearts.org/calendar.

Before gentlemen scholars there were barber statesmen. Ken Staples reigns over his sideburned dominion at the Staples Barber Shop in Barracks Road Shopping Center.

19. Get hair cut at Staples or Jokers
Plenty of tributes have been paid to the barber shop mystique. For instance, Ice Cube’s film Barber Shop comes to mind. Also Barber Shop 2: Back in Business. But Charlottesville has its own haircutting establishments worthy of the Hollywood treatment: Staples and Jokers. The barber pole beside the door of Staples in Barracks Road makes the shop instantly recognizable as a place to get trimmed. The trademark helix of red, white and blue stripes has been turning since 1923, first downtown, now caddy corner to Ben & Jerry’s—convenient for parents who want to reward their little boys with ice cream after their first haircuts.

Jokers Barber Shop resides on Commerce Street in the historically African-American neighborhood of Starr Hill. It remains central to a community that has seen a lot of changes over the years including the closing of Jefferson School, the opening of Is Venue and the demise (we hope) of the trend of shaving jersey numbers and zigzags into young men’s hair.

20. Drop off recycling at McIntire
Despite the irony of burning fossil fuels to drive to a recycling facility and then idle in your car while you wait for a parking spot (500 customers a day!) so you can dump some old newspapers in the name of the environment, the 35-year-old McIntire Road Recycling Center is a paradise of good intentions. It’s where your cereal boxes, New Yorkers and Diet Coke cans begin the next phase of their long lives while you free up room in the trunk of your car. And fortunately for this literary city, the Recycling Center is also home to the McIntire Library, a.k.a. the Rivanna Solid Waste Authority’s Book Exchange Bin. Here you can deposit books that have worn out their welcome and load up on new-to-you volumes. As the old saying goes, one man’s Tuesdays with Morrie is another man’s Gravity’s Rainbow.

21. Fight a parking ticket
We’ve all been there. You’re just running into a store for a minute but the Downtown Mall sucks you in and by the time you return to your car some overzealous cop has given you a parking ticket simply for doing something illegal. Maybe you were an inch over the white line, maybe you had a tire or three on the sidewalk, or maybe you forgot that yield lights do not constitute a parking spot. Whatever your excuse is for the parking transgression, City Hall does not want to hear it. But that doesn’t stop you from taking your grievance downtown. A little white ticket is just a reason for our voices to be heard, right? A persuasive letter, a few tears, a killer outfit: We all have different tactics for contesting a ticket. But let us not forget the lesson taught by John Grisham in 2006 when his Porsche was unceremoniously towed from a parking lot adjacent to Feast and he very vocally disputed the action: No one is above the law, but our vehicles are always worth fighting for, even the non-Porsches in our midst.

22. Dabble in graphic design, writing, or architecture
If you’ve lived in Charlottesville for over five years and haven’t headlined an art opening or a book signing, you’re in the minority. Our city must be built on some kind of creative bedrock, because here artistic pursuits are the norm and not the exception. We could estimate how many trust funds have been directed toward amateur hobbies, but you can’t put a price on personal fulfillment.

In Belmont the soy lattés are in walking distance, the tapas are around the corner, and the houses are out of your price range.

23. Shop for and reject a house in Belmont as being too expensive
Belmont remains Charlottesville’s own little Brooklyn, and like Brooklyn, its prices have only climbed higher over the past few decades. But property values are not the only factor responsible for gentrifying Belmont over the years. Its restaurants, parks and proximity to downtown continually make the neighborhood hipper to home buyers. But start saving your pennies if you want to live there: In 2007 the average house price in Belmont was $192,000. There’s no harm in window shopping though. Who doesn’t want to check out the closet space in a renovated Victorian and fantasize about the abstract art that will hang over the mantel? Sadly, the nearest most of us will get to these fabulous Belmont homes is when we collect the good candy while trick or treating on Halloween. If we can’t live there, we at least deserve that much. So what if you have to rob a kid to get your consolation prize?

24. Complain about living in Charlottesville, move to Brooklyn, return, then get your old job at Mudhouse back
Although everyone has a few good-natured complaints about living in Charlottesville (i.e. it’s a fishbowl existence, it’s impossible to be naughty without everyone knowing it, it’s still bragging about its number one city status from 2004), eventually the complaints reach a climax and then it’s off to Brooklyn. If you haven’t driven a couch down the New Jersey Turnpike at some point during your fraught relationship with Charlottesville, we speculate that perhaps you are an untested lover. But for whatever reason, the Brooklyn layover never lasts. Charlottesville’s siren call eventually summons the neo-New Yorkers home. What’s the secret? Unlike Brooklyn, somehow we’re able to maintain our small-town charm with the big-city advantages of great theater, non-Starbucks espresso (barrista’d by just about everyone at one point or another) and vintage clothing shops that put the secondhand stock at Urban Outfitters to shame.

25. See a double feature at Fork Union Drive-In Theatre
When the Fork Union Drive-In opened in 1953, the owners couldn’t have predicted that one day it would boast 1,723 Facebook fans (at press time) and show a movie about a teenage undercover rock star named Hannah Montana. But the movie theatre has adapted to the times while still preserving its old-fashioned roots, namely the idea that movie theatres themselves are immaterial. Hannah Montana doesn’t need brick and mortar to entertain audiences. Every summer Virginia’s smallest drive-in boasts a multitude of grade-A movies, and you can watch them all from the comfort of your own vehicle, which is great if your vehicle is a BMW or a conversion van, not so great if your vehicle is frequently used to carry compost. 

 

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Natural progression

Not every married couple has the good fortune to meet as teenagers, but when Opal Schooley was 15 and Tony Lechmanski was 16, the two were introduced on the Downtown Mall by Opal’s sister. “The day we met he told me he was going to marry me,” said Opal. “I thought he was joking.” At the time Tony might have been being playful, but his teenage self had intuited something about his romantic future. “I was taken by her. She was really sweet and so pretty.” 

Opal Schooley and Tony Lechmanski
May 30, 2009
Photo by Alanna Wiggins

The two quickly became the closest of friends. Eleven years later they were married in the gardens of Montpelier while the Frankenstein tattoo quivered on Opal’s arm. The three-year courtship was short when considering they’d known each other for over a decade, but for a long time neither Tony nor Opal wanted to take a risk. “On my end I was scared to take a chance on that,” said Tony. “I would rather stay best friends than lose my girlfriend and my best friend….But I finally realized it was so much harder on the both of us not to be together.”

Opal Schooley is given credit for “Assistance & squid costume” in the Shentai Carnival lineup. The much beloved nanny is also identified by the leather luchadora mask she wears when selling merch for the Charlottesville Lady Arm Wrestlers (CLAW). Meanwhile Tony plays guitar both for The 40 Boys and for Bella Morte, a goth rock band that has been notoriously touring the world since 1996.

Opal accomplished the majority of the wedding planning while Tony was on the road. He returned to Charlottesville two weeks before the big day. “He would call and tell me what city he was in and how the [Bella Morte] show was and I would tell him about our wedding plans,” said Opal. The wedding guest list, as one might imagine, was heavily tattooed. All Tony’s bandmates attended in addition to Opal’s arm wrestling peers. “It was exactly what we wanted,” she said.

Although both Tony and Opal describe their relationship as too natural and inevitable to have turning points, Tony vividly remembers two significant eras in their friendship. Years ago when he worked in the underground club of Tokyo Rose, Opal was the only nonemployee allowed to join him behind the bar. “She had a stool [beside me] so we could make fun of bad bands together,” said Tony.

Then about five years ago as they were walking across Rio Road, a van crossed the median and hit Opal, fracturing her pelvis and her shoulder. Tony rode in the ambulance with her, but he wasn’t allowed in the emergency room. When he could finally see her, the first thing she said to him was, “I’m so glad you didn’t get hit.” “I was floored by that,” said Tony.

He slept beside her bed, cleaned her wounds, and made sure she got to her doctors’ appointments until she recovered from the accident. No one was surprised when the two finally got engaged, least of all their friends and family, who unanimously responded, “It’s about time.” As Tony says of his marriage to his best friend, “There was no other direction to go in than where we are now.”

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The brilliant wedding disguise of Fleisher and Fiske

When a few hundred people gathered on picnic blankets in Esmont at the end of May for an outdoor music festival, pig roast and potluck, only a handful knew they were actually attending the wedding of Jen Fleisher and Jesse Fiske. Having organized “Esmont Rocks” under the auspices of celebrating the host farm’s 35th anniversary, Jen and Jesse hadn’t told anyone but immediate family about their engagement.

 

Jen Fleisher and Jesse Fiske
May 24, 2009
Photo by Danielle St. Ours

“People go to weddings with a specific social construct in mind,” said Jesse. By throwing a surprise wedding, the couple was able to lift the usual nuptial pressure from their guests and their performing bands while also surrounding themselves by friends, family, happy children, and their favorite music. “I always wanted to have a mini-festival of the local band scene,” said Jesse, “so I figured [getting married] was a good opportunity to put that together.” Spoken like a true musician.

Jesse (aka Baby J), who plays upright bass for the Hackensaw Boys, first met Jen, who plays the same instrument for Jim Waive and the Young Divorcees, when he saw her perform with Las Gitanas five years ago. “I tried to put the moves on her when she packed her bass up,” he said. “I thought, ‘I’m going to date that girl in a couple years!’”

The two remained acquaintances who occasionally crushed on each other until July 2006, when Jesse showed up in a suit at a Jim Waive gig in Richmond and Jen invited him to join her and fellow Divorcee Anna Matijasic at the Outer Banks. In the Currituck Beach Lighthouse kept by Jen’s dear friend, Anna found herself relegated to the “haunted” room while the fledgling couple took the double. Approximately two years later Jesse proposed with a shell ring he’d purchased from a gas station near the same beach. The ring was significant because of its nostalgic origins, but also because of its low profile. The couple’s wedding ended up being just as sweet and inconspicuous as the engagement.
 
Because of their respective music careers, Jen and Jesse share space in their 700-square-foot home with guitars, harmonicas, cables, gear, a piano, and, course, the upright basses. At one point Jen looked around and said, “Get the banjo out of the bedroom!” Now they are building a shed/recording studio to free up room for an important addition to their household: Their child is due a month after Jen’s last 2009 gig with Jim Waive and the Young Divorcees.
 
But expecting her first baby hasn’t slowed down this bride. Because many guests camped at Copps Hill Farm after Esmont Rocks and the last band didn’t play until 3am, Jen was proud to “make it to sunrise.”

The only barefoot, pregnant newlywed on the premises, not to mention the only bride to perform with a band that evening (groom Jesse played with three out of 12 bands), Jen was truly the belle of the music festival. Although Jen is used to being applauded while she’s performing, she had never been greeted by such an explosion of cheers and whistles as when her husband took the stage at 7:45pm on May 24 and announced to an astonished crowd, “I’d like to take this opportunity to marry Miss Jen Fleisher.”

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Planning your Festival of the Photograph itinerary? Allow us to focus your lenses

There are obvious shortcomings to describing a visual medium in words. Hence this preview of 2009 LOOK3: Charlottesville Festival of the Photograph can only be a snapshot, and a poor one at that. It’s more like a Polaroid (RIP, Polaroid) photo that you’ll have to flap around between June 11 and June 13 before you see the whole image develop. Until then, here are some Festival highlights to whet your artistic appetite and add fuel to your flapping.

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Click here for an exclusive interview with photographer Sylvia Plachy!

First, some quick résumés for the three festival headliners: Martin Parr, Gilles Peress and Sylvia Plachy. They were all selected by Executive Directors Nick Nichols and Jessica Nagle, Guest Curator MaryAnne Golon, and the rest of the LOOK3 team to bring their internationally renowned work and artistic insights to Charlottesville, so this weekend you should operate under the savvy assumption that they’re not to be missed. Parr, Peress and Plachy stamp the whole festival with their personal watermarks, assuring Virginia that their work is inimitable.

Martin Parr

Martin Parr has a keen eye for social commentary, and the work he produces is relatable and often comic. He was only narrowly voted into Magnum, an elite guild of photojournalists, due to his reputation as being a dilettante’s (i.e. Margaret Thatcher’s favorite) photographer. While his peers were taking pictures of war zones, Parr was shooting the working class beaches of New Brighton, England. “Magnum photographers were meant to go out as a crusade…to places like famine and war,” he once said. “I went out and went rounthe corner to the local supermarket because this to me is the front line.” He has published numerous books, including Bored Couples, in which he and his own partner were self-mockingly featured, and Parking Spaces, about the last parking space available in 41 different countries. He brings an otherworldly focus to common scenes: “With photography, I like to create fiction out of reality. I try and do this by taking society’s natural prejudice and giving this a twist.”

INsight talk: June 12, 4-6pm, Paramount Theater
Gallery exhibit: “Luxury” at Second Street Gallery, through July 18
Gallery reception: June 12, 6:30-7:30, Second Street Gallery

Gilles Peress

Gilles Peress once said, “I don’t care that much anymore about ‘good photography’; I’m gathering evidence for history, so that we remember.” The man practices what he preaches. His photographs capture the atrocities of wars in Bosnia and Rwanda and the tension of the Iranian hostage crisis. In his emotionally taxing books, he is known for not detracting from his photographs with superfluous text. He lets his images of the world and its human dramas speak for themselves.

INsight talk: June 13, 4-6pm, Paramount Theater
Gallery exhibit: “Natures Mortes” at Michie at Seventh, through June 28

Sylvia Plachy

How does Charlottesville afford these superstars?

In a way, it’s misleading that the Festival of the Photograph attracts such high-profile names in addition to the occasional flush corporate sponsors like Canon, Apple and National Geographic. In just three years LOOK3 has built a prestigious reputation and an enviable street cred in the close-knit photo community (or “my tribe,” as Nichols calls it), but the annual event still suffers from a funding deficit. When a large sponsor dropped out in January, the 2009 festival seemed doomed to operate in the red. In fact, Nagle and Nichols might still have to pick up the tab for this year’s financial losses.

The funding issue was very much on Nichols’ mind last week as he contemplated how to preserve the festival for future generations. “It’s got to be sustainable,” he said. “We can’t keep begging for money…and living on the knife edge. …We need to take a deep breath after the festival and figure out how to make it last forever. It can’t last if it’s just one person’s dream…or ‘Nick and Jessica’s Show.’” Federal and city aid, grants like the one from the Annenberg Foundation that LOOK3 received this year, and private funds are key to the success of future festivals. Since 2007 Nichols and Nagle have invested wisely in bringing some of the biggest names to Charlottesville; now the prestige needs to translate into dollar amounts so these artists will continue to transform the Downtown Mall into an internationally recognized photo gallery every summer.—W.W.M.

In Hollywood, Plachy’s son, Adrien Brody, is the most famous member of her family. But in the international art world, Hungarian-born photographer Sylvia Plachy is the one doling out autographs. Known for her work in the Village Voice and the New Yorker as well as her many award-winning books like Red Light: Inside the Sex Industry, Nichols has documented schoolchildren in Romania, refugees in America, and of course the life of her son, the Oscar-winning actor. If only everyone could have such striking subjects at their fingertips. Read an exclusive interview with Plachy here.

INsight talk: June 11, 7-9pm, Paramount Theater
Gallery exhibit: “Waiting” at McGuffey Art Center, through June 28
Gallery reception: June 11, 9-10pm McGuffey

Best of the Galleries

This year the word “gallery” should be interpreted a bit loosely. Charlottesville has lost a few prominent art venues this year. With fewer traditional homes for its artists’ work, the Festival of the Photograph had to get creative. This year the Festival makes art galleries not only out of Downtown treetops and the Mall’s Central Place, but also out of empty retail spaces. Exhibitions Director Will May has been challenged with creating galleries where abandoned businesses have left an opening for art. But venues like Second Street and McGuffey are still open wide for business. And Nichols still delivers on his promise that he’ll never produce an event that requires driving. Check out the following gallery highlights through June.

For both the sheltered and the socially conscious: Paolo Pellegrin at Free Speech Monument

Paolo Pellegrin exhibits his conflict photos at the Free Speech Monument on the Downtown Mall. This installation may include some of Pellegrin’s gut-wrenching work from As I Was Dying, his book chronicling his encounters with conflict and death in Lebanon, Haiti, and Afghanistan. A photojournalist who has worked in Kosovo, Cambodia and Darfur on assignment with the New York Times and Newsweek, Pellegrin’s photos are not for the faint of heart. “Perhaps it is only in their moment of suffering that these people will be noticed,” he once said, “and noticing erases our excuse of saying one day that we did not know.” Pellegrin’s images of suffering might threaten to start a censorship controversy similar to the one that Nichols’ treetop “chimp erection” photo caused last year, but as Nichols said in a C-VILLE interview last week, “If you can’t put conflict on the Free Speech Wall, you can’t put it anywhere.”

For amateur photographers: YourSpace opening at Charlottesville Community Design Center

YourSpace is an opportunity for both amateur and established photographers to show off their work in public during the Festival of the Photograph. In giving back to a younger generation of artists, LOOK3 aims to foster the same spirit of artistic generosity and accessibility that Nick Nichols has aimed to cultivate since his first Festival of the Photograph in 2007, which “was basically an extension of [his] back yard.” YourSpace encourages anyone to bring a print or a digital image with a “fortune” theme to the Charlottesville Community Design Center, where the work will be shown for the duration of the Festival.

For teens: “American Youth” at McGuffey Art Center

At McGuffey through June 28, “American Youth” presents companion images to the eponymous book capturing the daily existence of 18- to 24-year-olds in the U.S. Redux Pictures, a photography consortium out of New York City, sponsored the book. Capturing the diversity and spontaneity of young adult life, the prints feature 19-year-old paralyzed war veterans, Muslim daughters of Egyptian immigrants jumping on trampolines and Iowa teens skinny dipping at a popular river hangout. The photos are stirring in their honesty and in the voices captured both unspoken and painfully articulated by the camera.

For superlative chasers: Pictures of the Year International (POYI) at 418 E. Main St. and World Press Photo 09 at 106 E. Main St.

These two exhibits are particularly beneficial for people who might not know a lot about photography; both were curated by experts in the field who each year determine the best photographs in the world. The presence of the World Press Photo 09 collection is particularly significant because this is the first time the works will appear on North American soil. Artists and art patrons from all over the nation are expected to descend on Charlottesville this year for the debut. Rome, Amsterdam, Paris, Milan and Sydney will have left their scent on these photos, but Charlottesville will show the international art community that it is central, too.

For kids and adults alike: Tom Mangelsen’s “Within the Wild” on Downtown Mall and Joel Sartore’s “Vanishing Gems” at McGuffey Art Center

Although the Festival of the Photograph is perhaps most appreciated by adult artists and patrons, there’s still room for kids and novices to enjoy the events. For instance, no pedestrian could miss Tom Mangelsen’s larger-than-life photo installations in the treetops of the Downtown Mall. Each year the “Trees” exhibit features nature- or ecologically-minded photography. Last year’s whale photos by Flip Nicklin are taken over by Mangelsen’s images of gorillas, grizzly bears, and penguins. And make sure to take the kids to Joel Sartore’s “Vanishing Gems” exhibit of fragile amphibian life at McGuffey. Just think about covering their eyes when they reach the toad mating photos. Or is that censorship?

For wanderers: “Trees” on the Downtown Mall and “Pages” at Central Place

Part of the community fun of the Festival of the Photograph is seeing photos projected in various outdoor places across the Downtown Mall. The art is both democratic and unexpected, the way Nick Nichols and Jessica Nagle intended. After all, one of the reasons the festival has become so prestigious in just three years is its perfect placement. “The festival is designed around downtown,” says Nichols. The combination of The Paramount, the Pavilion and the enclosed pedestrian space makes it the perfect place to showcase photographs—almost a gallery in and of itself. In addition to Tom Mangelsen’s “Trees” exhibit, you can also catch “Pages” at Central Place and in storefront windows along the Mall. The latter projections show both raw images and their placement in international magazines as a commentary on how journalism both highlights and distorts the work of the photographer. Pages is open to submissions.

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First comes platonic love, then comes marriage

The first time Michael McElrath met his fiancée Crystal Stevens, he forgot her name. “He never was good with names,” says Crystal. But in September he’ll make up for the memory lapse by giving her his own. Michael was a year ahead of Crystal at UVA and involved in the IMPACT Movement, a national organization that promotes African-American leadership and spirituality on college campuses. Crystal introduced herself because she was interested in joining the organization. Through mutual friends, visits to Main Street’s First Baptist Church where Crystal’s uncle Dr. Bruce Beard was pastor, and a shared faith, Crystal and Michael’s purely platonic bond grew stronger. For two years they were best friends, like brother and sister, until Michael began developing romantic feelings. When he confessed his feelings to Crystal in February 2005, her first reaction was confused: “You treat me like a little sister.” But it turned out the big brother qualities she loved in him translated well into a new relationship. “He had an old-fashioned Southern upbringing,” Crystal says. He was the kind of guy who would walk her home after dark. He was chivalrous, sincere, and sweetly attentive. “You could tell he was hanging onto my every word,” says his fiancée.

 

Michael and Crystal discussed getting married and even looked at rings together, but Michael still wanted to preserve some spontaneity for their engagement. “I said, ‘You pick five rings and I’ll make the final pick so it will be a surprise.’ But by the look on her face, one ring really had her heart.” He aligned the big moment with his birthday dinner last October, in the midst of Crystal’s hectic law school schedule at Emory in Atlanta (she’s an MTS/JD ’10 candidate). Characteristically for Michael, he might have gone overboard with the planning, arranging an advance manicure for his girlfriend (“Because everyone would be looking at her hands,” reasoned Michael. “What’s wrong with my nails?” Crystal thought at the time), and selecting her favorite dress for their dinner at an upscale restaurant. But he’d forgotten to plan one key element of the engagement: How would he propose?

Michael relives the crucial moment at dinner. “It’s racing through my mind how I’m going to get her this ring. I excused myself to the bathroom, pulled one of the waiters aside, and told him to present the ring on a plate, kind of dress it up.” Michael returned to the table and was surprised by a different waiter approaching him with a complimentary birthday dessert. Crystal had also pulled some strings with the waitstaff. When Michael’s accomplice arrived with a second dessert, Crystal thought she was getting crème brulée. When Michael took the ring and got down on one knee, she began laughing, as Michael had bet friends she would, and “assaulting [him] with her dinner napkin,” which was not expected. “We received some odd stares from surrounding dinner patrons,” Michael remembers. Crystal said yes, of course, and fulfilled Michael’s birthday wish: “The only thing I wanted for my birthday was for her to be with me forever.”

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How two independents became a family

Joe Murray met Sarah McIvor in middle school, but it took the two friends until the end of their senior year at Albemarle High to start dating. The timing was not in their favor: Sarah was about to start pursuing Government and African Studies double majors at William & Mary, and Joe was about to concentrate in Physics at UVA. But from their first date that summer before college, when Joe took Sarah rock jumping on his family’s farm, Joe knew he had found his match. “She jumped off the rock without any prompting,” said Joe. Then he turned to his wife. “And didn’t we also do mud wrestling?” “That was our second date,” said Sarah. 

Joe Murray and Sarah McIvor Murray
October 5, 2008
Photo by Jack Looney

During college, the couple gave each other the freedom to grow up separately, but ultimately their independence brought them closer together. Before Sarah went to study abroad in South Africa and then Bosnia her junior year, the two discussed taking a break. “We were all of 19 and 20 then,” said Joe. “[We wondered if] we may need to date other people. . . and have space and time before we were ready for serious commitment. But we couldn’t see ourselves dating other people.”

After they graduated from college and moved in together, Joe began thinking about a proposal. He knew that Sarah wouldn’t want a “blood” diamond in her engagement ring after seeing the South African mines firsthand. He approached both sets of parents for advice. “I have to go tractoring,” said Steve, Joe’s overjoyed dad, when Joe told him he was going to propose to Sarah. “Go talk to your mother.” Joe’s mother Merrick was moved to tears and she offered Joe two family heirloom diamonds. After creating the perfect ring, Joe hid it in his glove compartment and waited for the right moment. On a September night in 2007, after driving home from an intentionally unromantic night out (Joe felt the need to throw Sarah off the scent), Joe popped the question. Sarah was surprised enough to knock the engagement ring out of his hand when she embraced him. Then they had to dig around between the car seats to find it. “The ring had big prongs,” Joe said, “because Sarah’s pretty rough and tumble.”

Full disclosure: Joe is my cousin so I had the good fortune to attend his ceremony at Veritas Vineyard. When asked how their relationship has altered since the wedding, Sarah responded, “Nothing tangible about our relationship changed, but how people treat us has changed. It’s wonderful that you no longer have to justify or legitimize your relationship to people, but it’s also sad when you think about who can’t get married.” Hear, hear, cousin-in-law.
 
Sarah works at the International Rescue Committee and is soon to pursue a graduate degree in Public Health at Johns Hopkins, and Joe works at Afton Scientific and takes the occasional photovoltaics course at UVA. He completes his homework in the “inventor’s room” set aside for him in a household where solar cells, Sudanese refugees, and all manner of relations are welcome. Before they married, neither one was looking for another family, but, as Sarah pointed out, “Our worlds collided in a really amazing way. We’re a unit. My family has become his family. His family has become my family.” “We’re one thing,” added Joe.

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Tartuffe; Live Arts, in the DownStage Theater; Through May 23

It is no accident that David Dwyer’s set design for Tartuffe incorporates dramatic, gilded picture frames that stretch from the stage to the Live Arts balcony. Like the title character of Molière’s play, the frames are attractive on the outside and empty on the inside. They are bloated, eye-grabbing symbols of hypocrisy, so it makes sense that Tartuffe should gesticulate in their figurative shadow.

’Tuffe love: Chris Patrick’s titular terror tries to woo a reluctant (and married) Elmire (Daria Okugawa) in Tartuffe at Live Arts.

Played by Chris Patrick (and the prosthetic beer belly under his costume), Tartuffe is delightfully unscrupulous in his pursuit of money, property and his benefactor Orgon’s wife, all while pretending to be a pious friend of the family into which he’s insinuated himself. The naïve Orgon (played by Adam Smith) buys the conman’s act hook, line and sinker, which makes the entire household wild with anxiety. Fortunately, Orgon’s maids and relations are wiser than he: They conspire to reveal the true nature of their unwanted guest before Tartuffe leads them all into ruin.

Richard Wilbur’s modern translation of Molière’s 17th-century French comedy is written in rhyming couplets—a challenge for actors who want to sound more conversational than singsong. But the clever script fell into capable hands: Directed by Betsy Rudelich Tucker, the actors deliver their lines quickly and naturalistically without sacrificing the rhythm of the dialogue. Actors Shawnna Pledger (Dorine) and Daria Okugawa (Elmire) particularly shine in this regard.

But the pace doesn’t truly pick up until Tartuffe himself takes the stage in Act III, twirling his giant rosary beads and flirting coyly with Elmire. (One wonders why it took Molière so long to produce his star.) In this production, Chris Patrick takes full advantage of the play’s comic possibilities. He flaunts leg in a knee sock, he nearly sheds his pants, he inhales the interior of a high-heeled shoe. He is a fast-talking, slapsticking predator whose physical movements seem to reflect his every sordid thought.

Oddly, Molière attributes Tartuffe’s happy ending to Louis XIV, whose “one keen glance” penetrates Tartuffe’s hypocrisy and saves the day. In this manner, Molière flatters his patron/sovereign by summoning him from the literary ether and making him the unlikely hero of his comedy. These final lines seem aimed at currying favor with the one person who could prevent Molière’s play from being banned, a pretty “Tartuffian” move from a playwright who routinely satirized self-serving hypocrisy.

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Lit mag gives UVA docs a creative outlet

“A lot of doctors have writer’s block,” says Dr. Daniel Becker, “but they all have stories and they all tell stories.” Think about that the next time you describe your odd symptoms to your physician—they might just end up in her next book. In addition to being the director of UVA’s Center for Biomedical Ethics and Humanities, Dr. Becker is a professor of nearly 30 years’ experience in the School of Medicine and an accomplished poet with an MFA from Warren Wilson College. In 2006 he launched Hospital Drive: A Journal of Reflective Practice in Word & Image, an online journal that publishes fiction, poetry, essays and art to which both laymen and doctors can relate. Creatively exploring themes of sickness, health, and healing, the journal takes after the Bellevue Literary Review and Ars Medica, two longer-standing publications that feature the work of medical professionals. In the academical village itself, Hospital Drive also complements Veritas, a literary-arts annual edited by medical students.

Hospital Drive is an online lit mag where medicine and literature intersect.

Dr. Becker realized that the University needed a specific kind of literary journal after he began teaching a 7am writing course for School of Medicine faculty. Five weeks of full sessions revealed that Becker was not the only doctor with literary ambition on campus. He wondered if there might also be a number of medical professionals beyond UVA who needed a forum for their creative work. With minimal financial support and an offer of technical assistance from the dean’s office, Hospital Drive was born.

As editor-in-chief of the journal, Dr. Becker reads every poem that’s submitted. Managing Editor Addeane Caelleigh culls the prose submissions. “Sweat and inspiration” have also been provided by Heather Burns, Juliet Trail, Mary Beth Meachum-Whitehill, and former dean Sharon Hostler. For Becker, editing is not “as fun as writing,” but as a critical reader he publishes a caliber of work on par with more established medically themed lit journals, which is no small task considering that medical voices are multiplying. Perhaps more doctors are realizing, like the physician poet William Carlos Williams, that medicine and writing aren’t at odds, that “the one nourishes the other.” There’s more to medical school these days than labs and cadavers. According to Becker, “[The schools] are paying more attention to the ways in which doctors burn out and encouraging people to develop reflective habits.”

He sees similarities between the practices of medicine and writing: “Both involve intense concentration. You lose track of yourself and get absorbed in something else.” And doctors have already mastered “habits of hard work and diligence and being well organized” that are essential to the writing life. Medicine and literature aren’t so different after all.

William Carlos Williams once said, “I think all writing is a disease. You can’t stop it.” These doctors don’t seem to want to heal themselves anytime soon.

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Lucky and luckier

Giving fresh hope to all single barhoppers in town, Suzie Lucca met her husband Chris Schenkkan during a Saturday night out on the Downtown Mall in 2006. When Suzie’s group of friends collided with Chris’s between Zocalo and Blue Light, it didn’t take the girls much urging to join the boys at Zocalo.

Suzie Lucca and Chris Schenkkan
June 28, 2008
Photo by Sarah Cramer

At the bar Suzie, a labor and delivery nurse at Martha Jefferson, loved that Chris, an SNL Financial employee, named Dumb and Dumber as his favorite movie rather than something more pretentious from the Criterion Collection. Equally unguarded in matters of dating, Chris called Suzie the next day to invite her to a Super Bowl Sunday party. She already had plans, but undeterred, the two dated up a storm for the next six weeks.

Suzie and her sister, with whom she roomed on the Downtown Mall at the time, had St. Patrick’s Day plans to visit their brother in Boston, but on their drive through Connecticut they were in a bad car accident. “That was a galvanizing moment for our relationship,” says Chris. “Realizing how upset I was at the prospect of losing her forever, made me realize that this was special and I really was in love with her.”

For three weeks Chris drove back and forth from Charlottesville to visit Suzie in the northern hospital where she began her convalescence. “He was my cheerleader the whole time,” says Suzie. The following March the couple vacationed in Antigua and Chris proposed with his feet in the Caribbean. “He had already told every other person we knew [about the engagement],” says Suzie. No one was surprised when she called with the news.

Because two months wasn’t enough time to plan a June ceremony, Suzie and Chris pushed their outdoor wedding back until the next year. Discovering King Family Vineyards on a wine tasting, the couple committed to the location right away.

Suzie’s sister helped her plan her “intimate, amazing” wedding to Chris, and now Suzie is able to return the favor. A few months after Suzie and Chris hit it off, her sister met her current fiancé (who consequently performed the King Family Vineyards ceremony in June). Now the two sisters can conveniently share wedding florists and photographers. Even better, they own houses in the same neighborhood.

And Suzie’s not the only one who likes to share her good fortune with her family. While Suzie was calling her sister on the night she met Chris to rave about her new Zocalo acquaintance, Chris was calling his brother with the same glowing report about Suzie.

No one was surprised when Suzie called with news of her engagement. “Chris had already told every other person we knew,” she says.