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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Roll Inspections and Tax Grievance Day



DATE: MONDAY MAY 9TH, 2005 TIME: 5:00PM-9:00PM

DATE: THURSDAY MAY 12TH, 2005 TIME: 6:00PM-10:00PM

DATE: MONDAY MAY 16TH, 2005 TIME: 5:00PM-9:00PM




DATE: TUESDAY MAY 24TH, 2005 TIME: 2:00PM-4:00PM &
TIME: 7:00PM-9:00PM


Update from Pantry of Angels

Hi Sally,

I have another announcement from the Pantry:

Pantry of Angels will be open the 2nd, 3rd, and 5th Wednesdays of each month for bread and produce pickup only. Time - 5PM-6PM only. The pantry will still be open on the 1st and 4th Wednesdays for the full selection of food from 4PM-6PM.


Lindley Senior Citizens First Trip

The Lindley-Presho Senior Citizens will be taking their first bus trip
Wednesday...April 27,2005

To Salamanca to see the Tom Netherton show
and lunch at the Seneca Casino after the show.

The Seniors will be leaving the Town Hall at 10 a.m.
Pictures and comments from the Seniors about their first trip to come in the week ahead.....

Tai Chi Day on Market Street

jack and eloise
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
From Kathy Biggio:

The photo is Jack and Eloise Childs with their grandson AJ who is also in our Tai Chi class. We have all age ranges from teens on up.

Our Tai Chi day is this Saturday, 4/30 on Market Street in Corning, starting at 10:00AM and we will be
demonstrating some Tai Chi and also teaching anyone who wants to learn it some basic moves, etc.

Tai Chi is a wonderful stress reducing exercise. Check it out this Saturday.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Five year old handcuffed

Five year old handcuffed
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Anyone who wasn't living in a cave the last couple of days has been tuning into the story about the five year old who was handcuffed by police for acting up in her classroom. And there are plenty of opinions going around about the girl's, school officials and police behavior.

I was checking out some of the comments about the incident on other blogs and came across this one: He said, "They used to beat the crap out of us for doing that."

My advice to all parents who are having financial difficulty or would like that long awaited trip to Hawai, to train their children, preferably the younger ones for a more "Oh my God" effect, to throw the biggest kicking, screaming, spitting, destructive tantrum in class so they can sue the school district AND the police department for restraining their child. After all, in today's environment, bad behavior can and often leads to riches. And to think the rest of us were teaching our children to "behave in class and respect their teachers." What fools we were!

Click on the headline to view the video of the five year old earning big bucks for her parents. Just once, I'd like a jury to come out with a verdict against the "parents" for not supporting school officials and the cops for trying to correct such bad behavior.

Someone left a comment about this subject in the "A Must Read for Liberals" post. I've moved it below on this post. Read's a good one.

Presho School 1948-1949

Presho School 1948-1949
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

This is the Presho School June 1949 donated by Tracy Rumsey Overdurf.

Starting with back row: Teacher Hazel Stowell -(right back row)

1.Ronald Preston, 2.Ronald Orr, 3.Robert Khrahulek,

4.Carl Treat, 5.Lyle Cook, 6.Tommy Pierson, 7.George Root, 8.Douglas Sullivan, 9. Beverly Horton,

10.LLoyd Stratton, 11.Francis Horton, 12.Howard Soules, 13.Jerome Smith, 14. Patty Welty,

15. Faye Randall, 16.Sheldon Ward, 17.Anita Piersons, 18.Jo-Anna Abbey, 19. Patty M.----, 20. Lola Mae Luce,
21. Rosie Soules, 22.Jeanette Warner, 23.Sandra Gorges, 24.Lawana Ward

Sally- Couldn't get the names of ones I knew to match up with the way the names are listed on my copy. Maybe someone can help us out.


Click on the headline to see an enlarged, and I mean enlarged, view of this photo.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Tony Vickio-Lap 10

tri oval-Talladega
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
Painting at the Big Tracks
by Tony Vickio

Lap 10: Major Problem

I leave the Grounds Keeper standing there, still talking, and run down the bottom side of the logo, with Bobby right on my heels. When I get there I look at the black paint on the ground. Paul is standing there, looking at me with the spray gun in his hand...."what"? he says. I tell him what the cameraman said. He says, "Oh"! It looks like the arc between the marker flags is too "sharp", but I can't really tell by looking at ground level. Looking at a 30' letter you are standing on, you can't get the perspective, you can't see a mistake. Doing these large signs, you have to totally rely on your layout. The camera man saw something bad enough to make him call in and that was enough for me. He has a good view. The roof of the Control Tower is 13 stories in the air! I have to go up and look for myself. Oh man, I don't want to do this! I don't want to (I'm petrified of heights) but I have to see what's wrong and the only way is to go up! We get in the Mustang and drive around the backside of the main grandstand and walk towards the elevator. When you look at the backside of the grandstand, it is a whole new perspective.

Yes, there is an elevator that goes up to the "Control Tower". When we drove up to it I said to Bobby, "I'm walking up, I'm not getting in that %***in' coffin"! It was the type of elevator a construction company would use. They would attach it, temporarily, to the outside of a building they are working on. Part of it looked like it was purchased from a bankruptcy auction and the other half was homemade! Being petrified of heights this was a real challenge, but due to the seriousness of the situation, extreme measures had to be taken. Two of us get in this "thing". It is a square box made from angle iron and wire mesh. It is painted a dingy red and you can see through it on all sides, even when you look down! The floor is made from metal grating! Yes, don't look down! The maintenance guy on the outside pulls the sliding door shut. "Clang"! Sounds like a jail cell shutting. He turns around and reaches for a large switch on a light pole. He pulls the switch ............nothing! Oh NO! He wiggles the junction box and there is a sudden "jerk" and a hideous clanging sound of dry metal rubbing on dry metal and we are headed up. This thing is clanging, banging, jerking from side to side and making the metal on metal grinding sounds that have the same effect as when you hear someone scratching their fingernails down a blackboard! Half way up, I can actually see in my mind, the cable, one strand at a time, fraying and snapping!! We are going to get almost to the top and drop like a stone, I can feel it! Finally we stop and Bobby slides the metal/mesh gate open and we step (more like jump) out of the "thing" onto the platform of the Control Tower. I quickly look around and I don't even see the track, only the mountains in the distance. Now I'm really scared! We walk over to the outside of the Control Booths where this metal ladder is attached to the wall. It goes up to the roof. We are now 13 stories in the air and I am not doing so hot and now we have to go up on the roof!

I slowly climb the ladder. Hand over hand. Yes, my knuckles are white! I get to the roof and step on. Oh God!!! This is high! I look over to the camera and this guy is walking around the edge of the roof like he's two feet off the ground instead of 13 stories. He says, "You the painter"? I just nod, can't talk yet." I thought I'd better call someone before you got too far along", he said. I finally got enough courage, at these heights, to say, "Thanks!" Come on out here, you can see it better". I think, "%*** you buddy"! I cautiously walk over to where the camera man is. Slowly, still hunched down a little, I reach out with my left hand and grab onto the camera leg and look down. Oh my God!! I can feel myself being pulled over the side of the tower by some unseen force that's saying to me, "fall, faallll"!! I snap straight up, shut my eyes for a second, and take another breath. My sweaty hand is locked on the camera stand leg. If I'm going, the camera is going with me! I don't like this! I look again. Oh God! As I'm looking I say out loud. "Holy S***"! I focus on the "0" in the 500. Yup, he was right, it is "deformed". "We're %*****"!

I look at Bobby and say it again. I get that "cold" feeling of panic when all of a sudden you are confronted with a situation and you don't know what to do. "Here is where you earn your money" comes into my head! Calm down and think, I tell myself. I get back from the edge and sit on the roof. I have to think! After about 30 seconds of deep thought, an idea pops into my head just like to proverbial light bulb thing! Eyes wide and with a look of pure genius on my face, I turn to Bobby, "I think we can fix it! I have an idea. I stand up and pat Bobby on the back while saying, "You will have to do the painting". "What the hell you talking about, I can't paint that "0"! he says back. I say, "We will have to do just the left edge of the second "0" and maybe part of the edge of the other "0", I said. He looks at me, "are you nuts"? "It's the only way. I will stay up here. When you get back down, go to maintenance and get a radio. Get the gun and I will guide you from up here on the radio. You will be my hand". I said. "OK, I'll try it", he said, shrugging his shoulders with the "I don't know about this" look.

Bobby gets on the grass and looks up at me waving the two way radio above his head. I think, "Oh God, you don't use hand signals with the damn thing, you talk on it"! I click the button on my radio and in a strong voice I say, "Talk on the damn thing you nut"! He jumps and looks at the radio and in a minute he says, "I'm here"! "Yes I know", I think to myself. He looks like an ant down there! I start to give commands over the radio. At first it was little awkward, but we got into it as we went along. I even forgot how high in the air I was! It went like this, "face pit lane. Now start walking.......slow! walk, walk, walk.... straight.... ok, spray, keep walking and spraying....... right, right, straight, right, right..........stop". This took hours. The cameraman watched us for a while then got bored and left. When we were done, I was happy with the results. It was acceptable. I got back in the elevator for the ride down. I was so burned out I didn't even care if the cable did break! I didn't even hear the clanging and banging.

I went out on the grass, looked at Bobby, and with a slap on the back......."good job man"! I said. Bobby was my "right hand man"! The entire job was done and I was happy with the results. We left the extra paint on the trailer hoping we wouldn't need it for the weekend. "Hit the walls all you want, just don't slide through the grass", I thought. The "Michigan Gang" surprised me by saying they were headed back to the motel to pack up and head back north, right now. They didn't even want to stay to watch the race. Paul had a business to run and being away from home is not easy! Off to the side, Missy was crying. She wanted to stay so bad to see the race. She thought part of the deal to come down here was they would be able to stay and watch the race. She had never seen a NASCAR race and was a Dale Earnhardt fan. To be at Talladega, Earnhardt's favorite track, it was a dream come true! It truly is a race every NASCAR fan should see in person at least once. There is no description to seeing a race at Talladega. Mike found out about her wanting to stay and to show you how nice the people that run the track are, they let her stay at the motel and even bought her an airline ticket home Monday after the race! Now she was happy! Bobby and I were staying until Sunday; no way would I miss a race! We planned on leaving right after the race was over. Actually we had to stay until Sunday. If someone slid through a logo during Saturday's race, it had to be repaired before Sunday. It had to look perfect for the race on Sunday.

We all were at the motel saying our goodbyes, shaking hands wishing them a good trip home. The old Ford pick up sat level now. You could still see traces of paint on Charlie. I guess you could say he won the duel between himself and the sprayer from hell. He was still alive! One of the good things to come from this trip was meeting Paul Britten (owner of Britten Banners). He is one heck of a guy! We are friends to this day and in a later tale, we do another job for Britten Banners at Watkins Glen. It is not on grass, but on Glass and you will not believe what happens in this "tale".

That night (Thursday) we headed for the motel bar and our Styrofoam containers of food. We have a whole new attitude as things are done and everything turned out OK! When you are done with one of these jobs, you feel "lighter" and a little prouder. Especially when you have a serious problem and you figure it out and fix it. All the pressure is finally gone!! What a feeling!

The race is getting closer and people are starting to arrive. It's getting very crowded at the motel. The atmosphere is changing! We are at our two "usual" seats, thanks to the bar tender, eating our supper and sipping on a Bud. Race atmosphere is hard to explain unless you have been there. Everyone is hyped up for the same reason! I glance over to my left and there is the bartenders husband (Jerry), engulfed in his smoke cloud playing the Poker Machine. He glances back and nods his head as to say, "how ya doin?'". I nod my head back and give a slight acknowledgement with my bottle of Bud. The tables behind us were almost full of people eating dinner. Most of them were dressed pretty casual. The two couples right behind us stood out from the rest. They were all in their 60s, but were dressed as a wealthy person would dress. The men had suits and the women wore dresses and lots of jewelry. Just the way they talked, ate and looked, they were wealthy and flaunted it. Done eating, we decided to have another "cold one", sort of a celebration. Soon we hear loud voices, not the normal "bar talk". Not wanting to get involved in anything but curious, I turn and looked over my right shoulder. A waitress is at the table of the wealthy couples was talking to them in an unusually loud voice. Within minutes, right out of the blue, all hell breaks loose!

Lap 11: The Bar Brawl

Friday, April 22, 2005

Tip from Pantry of Angels

United Way
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
Hi Sally,

Did you know that people who make regular payroll contributions to the United Way can actually designate the specific agency they want their donation to go to? We have people who are doing this for the Pantry of Angels. Any chance you could let people know on the blog that they too can do this?

NY School Spending Among Highest in Country

Census Bureau finds New York's spending on public schools is second-highest in the country, according to new statistics published by the U.S. Census Bureau.

As of 2002-03, New York schools spent an average of $12,140 per pupil. That was 51 percent above the national average, and second only to New Jersey's.

Click on headline and read a state by state analysis of spending per pupil.

How to be a Good Wife

1950's Housewife
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
The following is excerpted from a 1950's high school home economics book:


Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.

Prepare yourself. Take fifteen minutes to rest so that you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.

Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc. then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too.

Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and if necessary change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.

Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer, dishwasher, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Greet him with a warm smile and be happy to see him.

Some don'ts: Don't greet him with problems and complaints. Don't complain if he's late for dinner. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day. Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest that he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind. Listen to him. You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.

Make the evening his. Never complain if he doesn't take you out to dinner or to other pleasant entertainment. Instead try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to unwind and relax. The goal is to try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can relax in body and spirit.

Your comments please.....and don't hold back.

Thursday, April 21, 2005


New York State
What a Dilemma!
Click on the headline, read, and get a headache......

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Pope Benedict the XVI

Pope Benedict the XVI
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
"Having a clear faith, based on the creed of the church, is often labeled today as a fundamentalism," he said Monday. "Whereas relativism, which is letting oneself be tossed and 'swept along by every wind of teaching,' looks like the only attitude acceptable to today's standards."

"We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires," he warned.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Lindley Town Board Meeting-April 12, 2005

Harold Semple-Supervisor
Paul Stermer-Councilman
Jacob Gross-Councilman
Paul Mortzheim-Councilman
Gerry Simcoe-Councilman
Diana Hill-Town Clerk

Public Comment: Mary Lentzen, Chairperson of Planning Board, would like people to review the new zoning laws to see if they are easy to understand.

Reports: It was noted that Monthly Reports were received from the Town Supervisor, Town Clerk, Highway Department and the Code Enforcement Officer for the month of March. Copies are on file at the Town Clerk's office.

Comments from the Board:
Paul Mortzheim: Paul requested that NYMIR (town insurance) representatives attend a Town Board meeting so board members could ask them questions about coverage and premium payments. Harold said he would check with them concerning the matter, but there was no guarantee they would attend.

Diana Hill: Asked to close the Town Clerk's office on Friday May 6, 2005. The Board said yes.

Kitty Pierce, Town Historian: Asked if anyone knew about the cemetery by Frank Hake's old place.

Steuben County Legislator Bob Nichols was in attendance and reported:
-that 911 will start up in about a month.
-Rural Metro (ambulance service) will be up-dating their system.
-Bob said the county will fight against having Rural Metro into the 911 system. He said he would vote against it also.
-The one-lane bridge on River Road would be replaced in 2008.
-Gibson Hill Road to the Landfill will have hot mix put on it.
-One-half of County Route 106 will be repaved to give it a better base.

Jake Gross asked Bob why the wings/blades on County truck snowplows are dropped so low. Bob said they are union, there is one man per truck and they get paid $1.00 more an hour for having the wings out.

Deputy Swan: Checked in with the Town Board and asked if they had any concerns. Deputy Swan will try to stop in during the monthly Board meetings.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Tony Vickio- Lap 9

Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Painting at the Big Tracks
by Tony Vickio

Lap 9: Right out of Stephen King

Charlie and the "Michigan Gang" have the cardboard patterns scattered all over the Grass. It resembles a giant jig saw puzzle. The Winn Dixie logo is center front and fairly large. Looking at the drawing, it shows a white background with Red and Blue letters. Charlie had already started laying out the pattern for Winn Dixie when I walked over and told him, "instead on painting the red letters first and "cutting" the background white around them, let's paint the whole background white, then paint the letters". It will take more time but it will be brighter. The red will show much brighter if sprayed over white instead of the green grass. "Your the boss", he said grinning. "Let's get a gun and some white and we will spray this huge, white rectangle". It measures about 70'x175'. We string the guide lines and gathered everyone around to give them lessons on the sprayer. Paul jumped right in, clean cloths and all. He was over aggressive! Before I could explain something, he was already trying to do it! A big problem later! Charlie was immediately at "war" with the gun! If he touched it, he somehow got paint on himself. The gun was brand new, but as you will see, this machine was "alive"! I missed Raymond, the guy that helped me when I first came down here. He moved on. I don't know if he did it on his own or was let go, but I missed him. He would have earned his keep hauling the paint buckets out to the sprayer on this job as there were 200 five gallon pails! The projected amount of paint required for this job was 850 gallons. We had 1,000 gallons sitting on the trailer!

After an hour or so and 150 gallons of paint, the rectangle was done. We packed up and headed to the motel. I wanted to be at the track at sunrise as tomorrow was a going to be a long day as I wanted to paint the five small logos. Bobby and I headed for the bar at the motel. The bar tender had our supper behind the counter. Time to relax! The bartender's husband was at his usual seat at the end of the bar, by the fake wood panel wall, where the light was dim and he could hide in his smoke cloud (non stop smoker). Off to his right was an ashtray filled with freshly smoked buts, some of them still smoking, a mug of draught beer sat between him and the computerized Poker Game. The glare from the screen cast a bluish tint to the smoke in front of his face. He would sit there, sip the beer, puff on the cigarette hanging from his mouth, head turned sideways at a tilt and tipped back a little, one eye partially closed to avoid the smoke in his eyes and play that thing all night! It made me wonder why anyone would go through that annoyance of smoke in your face instead of just putting that cigarette down for one minute! I turned back to my beer and slowly took another sip. We ate like pigs out of our Styrofoam containers right there at the bar, had a few more beers and headed for the room. Long day tomorrow!

The alarm goes off! I reach out to hit the button. My eyes suddenly open wide and I remember where I am! "S#*#" is say out loud. Bobby says, in a low sleepy voice, "what"? I say, "s#**, it's time to get up"! "Yea", he says. "let's get moving, long f#**+# day today", I say. Bobby says, "Christ, it's still dark". "I know, it will be light when we get there", I said. As we were driving in, I was wondering if the Michigan crew was up. I should have called Charlie, now we will have to wait until they show up, I thought. We drive right by the entrance to the track, on purpose, and headed for the Deli. I turn right, into the parking area and stop. Coffee, Apple Pie and walk up to the counter. Hi "honey", the cashier says. She's still there! The other girls are already starting to cook lunch, you can smell it. Mmmmm, smells good! I look at the "stuff" they are cooking......I actually find myself staring at the "stuff" for a moment before I snap out of it. I realize I don't know what it is, but it smells good. I say "hi" to the cooks, who are now staring at me, and I walk out the door.

By the time we pull into the track, the Michigan crew is right behind us. I couldn't believe it! Good, I thought. This is good, something is going good! We pull up to the 1,000 gallons of paint on pit lane and stop. Where do we start? We gather in a group meeting at the paint trailer. Everyone has a coffee in hand waiting for me to give the orders. I can see it in everyone. They are excited and anxious to get started as they have never done this before. I decide it is best to split into groups of two. I wanted Bobby with me. They would each take a logo and layout the patterns (made of cardboard) on the ground in their locations. Some of these logos took over 50 pieces! Just like a huge jigsaw puzzle. The grass being 6 acres, it took time just to walk from one logo to the other. As we are putting the Winn Dixie Patterns down, I think of the hours, or days, it must have taken to cut these cardboard patterns. I could see it made it fairly easy to paint, but the time to produce them was not the way to go! Doing a grid would have been less time and effort. Anyway, we were stuck with this method, let's get it done!

We had two spray units. New ones! No more smoke rings! Mike McWilliams (general manager) gets things done! Bobby fires up the gun, puts a new 5 gallon pail of red paint on the sprayer and we are spraying! This time we're shooting "turf" paint (water based latex). Goes on better, more coverage. Spraying, once the patterns were down was brainless and fast. I would spray the edges and the guy on the other gun would fill in. Charlie was on the other gun. This is where it got ugly and it never got any better. Charlie had a big problem! After Raymond spilled the paint on the grass the first time I painted a logo, I now set up a "Paint Zone". It is an area where the sprayer and opened pails of paint sit. The area is covered with a blue tarp or lots of cardboard. It's a good thing I did this as Charlie had some sort of negative reaction with the sprayer. It was as if the sprayer suddenly took on a "life" of its own. Honestly, it was right out of a Stephen King book! It was like his book, "Christine", the car that had a life of its own and was out to kill people. This spray unit was "alive"! I swear, at times I actually caught Charlie and the sprayer staring each other down! It was all to clear to me, that sprayer was out to get Charlie! I don't know what he did or said to it, but their first contact there was serious hostilities. The first shot was fired when Charlie put the first pail of white paint in the sprayer. He was getting ready to prime the gun (you turn the nozzle to "prime" at low pressure you point the spray nozzle into the empty pail and hold the trigger down. You hold it until the paint starts coming out. You "bleed" the air out of the hose). Somehow, the nozzle got turned from "Prime" to "Spray". Not only that, but the pressure was at "high". The instant the air stopped coming out of the hose, the paint hit the bottom of the empty 5 gallon pail at about 200 mph and 1,500 lbs of pressure. Naturally, it bounced right back at Charlie! Basically, the front side of Charlie is now red! It covered Charlie! Good thing it was latex! He looked over at me with this "what the f*** did I do"! I look and I swear I saw him lick his lips to taste the paint! You can think what you want, but I know the nozzle was on "prime, because I put it there. This machine was "alive"! For the next two days, I actually found my self nodding to the sprayer as I walked by as to say "hi, how are you today" and not making eye contact. Humbly, I would think, "you are a nice sprayer, please don't hurt me"! as I walked past a little faster taking a quick glance over my shoulder to see if was chasing me. After the first few hours, it was clear, Charlie was doomed! The hose actually came loose once, right by where Charlie was holding it, spraying him again. He was coved with a different color of paint every night!

Same routine. Go to the bar, drink a Bud, eat out of Styrofoam containers, hit the sack, wake up by the alarm, deli, "hi honey", grass. Here we were, back again. Once again we have hit the weather perfectly. It is a beautiful, sunny morning. The grid layout for the Die Hard 500 went pretty smooth. The flags were all in and I am feeling good! Now that the "big" Die Hard 500 logo is laid out I decide to finish all the other logos and all we have to do tomorrow is paint the 500 logo. We are not using boards for the lines, it's all freehand. We start to paint. All morning we are laying paint. We have a system. Charlie and Paul are taking turns filling the outlines I am spraying, Peter is hauling paint to the sprayers and Bobby is helping me. Oh, and Missy is helping anyone who needs assistance. It is going good! We will be done painting the small logos today! I am smiling, it is going really good! Oh I try to keep it out of my head, but this one thought keeps haunting me................"it is going too good"!

We break at noon. To the deli. It is hot and I need some Gatorade. You can tell it's getting near race weekend. The tables are gone as is the isle shelving. Stacks of cases of beer, floor to ceiling, thousands of them, fill the deli where the tables and isles used to be. There are so many cases of beer, they are stacked six feet high and have isles between them. They are unloading the cases from a tractor trailer as we walk in. The closer to race weekend, the more things change. They are so busy in the Deli she doesn't even call me "honey"! I walk away, Gatorade and some of that "stuff" in hand, with my head down. What's going on? Get a few new guys around and all of a sudden, no more "honey"! Oh well!

Back at the grass. I needed something from the shop. I can't remember what it was, but I do remember Bobby saying, "I'll go get it"! Either, he has seen enough grass or he just wanted another chance to drive the Mustang. I think it was the Mustang! Away he goes, tires smoking! The crew from Michigan watch in awe. I don't want to look. We are so used to no one being here we usually run on the old air strips around 80 mph. Well, a few days before the race, they open the Jail. Yeah, they have a permanent one right at the track. For the weekend, this fat guy parks his motor home right across the road from the jail and sets out a sign. It reads "Bail Bonds"! No kidding! State Police and Sheriff Deputies come in and take over securing the track. The track grounds run under state law from about four days before the race. Bobby got the part I needed and was on his way back, yup, about 70 mph. The Mustang has a strobe caution bar light mounted on the trunk with yellow lights in it. The top was down and Bobby was haulin' ass, back to the grass! Come to find out later, Bobby is color blind! As he's driving across the old runway a flashing in the mirror caught his attention. "Where is the switch, must have hit it with my knee and turned the lights on", he thinks to himself. He doesn't slow down, just keeps going while fumbling for the switch to shut the lights off while he's flying down the runway. Then came the siren! He thinks, "I don't have a siren"! He snaps upright in the seat, eyes wide and looks in the mirror. Alabama State Police in Hot Pursuit! Being color blind, he didn't know the yellow light from the State Police blue light. He thought it was the light bar on the Mustang flashing all that time! Bobby slows down and pulls the car over. The Trooper, who followed him about a mile was not happy! He steps out of the car, adjusts his hat and sunglasses and walks up to Bobby. Here is Bobby, hands 10 and 2 on the wheel, sitting there with a slight hunch, top down waiting for the ass chewin'! Right out of a movie was the trooper. About 6'-8", 250lbs. "What the f*** you doin' boy"? "You can't drive like that around here. Who the hell do you think you are? When you come down here you gotta obey the rules!"! he said. Bobby is sliding down in the seat. All he's thinking is here he is with the Official Watkins Glen Pace Car and this huge Alabama State Trooper towering over him.....what are they (Watkins Glen Race Track) going to say"? Yes sir, no sir", was all Bobby could say. The trooper, I don't know why finally let him go. Because of the Pace Car I would guess. When he got back, his eyes were really wide and he was all jittery. The weird part was how slow he was driving! I said, "What the hell is the matter with you? You look pale"? He says, "You ain't gonna belive what happened"! We gather around and with arms waving and sticking his stomach out to mimic the Trooper, he told the story. We all had a good laugh. It is too late to start the 500 logo, so we call it a day.

The routine.... Bar, Styrofoam, bed, alarm, deli, "honey" and grass. Today we paint the Die Hard 500 logo and we are done!! I'm getting really good at spraying lines. We move right along. Of course, instead of white, Charlie is now Black and Red. The battle with Christine goes on. Bobby and I are spraying right along when the Grounds Keeper comes onto the grass with his John Deere Gator. He pulls up to me, gets off of the Gator and slowly walks over to me. "What do you need"? I say. He says, "Mike (general Manager) just got a call from the NBC camera man on top of the Grandstand Tower (he looks over his right shoulder and up to the tower, 13 stories tall). He said you better go look at the "0" in the 500, it is not right. I said, "I haven't painted the "0" yet". I whip around and look! 300 feet away and Paul is trying to paint the "0" on his own!! Up until now, things were going good. Now, we have a crisis!

I turn and run towards the "0", hollering at the top of my lungs, "STOP, STOP"!

Lap 10: A major setback

Click on the headline "Tony Vickio-Lap9" for an enlarged view of Charlie's drawing.

Winn Dixie 500

Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

A "Must Read" for Liberals

I didn't write this. KB sent it to me. It's been circulating on the internet and was too good not to post.

What was my mother thinking?

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes too, our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e-coli?

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors.
I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now. Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym. Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson [and provided comic relief] by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches. I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant lot, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot? He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm. Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we go
t hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat. We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked (physical abuse) here too and then we got butt spanked again when we got home. Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks (Remember why Tonka trucks were made tough .. it wasn't so that they could take the rough Berber in the family room), and Dad drove a car with leaded gas. Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.

Summers were spent behind the push lawn mower and I didn't even know that mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck. To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that? We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?

Stars Line Up for Cooking Class

"Development Meeting"
Where: My house
When: April 27, 2005
Time: 7 p.m.
Bring: Ideas, Chips & Chocolate
Development meeting is open to anyone interested!
See you then...

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Stars Don't Line Up for Cooking Class

Planned on posting an item today about a "Cooking Class" I've been organizing, but then I read my horoscope. This is what is said for today:

Cancer: Consider keeping things low-key today. If you try to convince others to help, you will be put in your place quickly. This is not the time to take action but rather to formulate what you will do next.

I'll post tomorrow......because I'm going to do a lot of "begging".

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

A Slap in the Face

By NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF Published: April 12, 2005

Click on the headline and read one man's opinion on the state of the media.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Lindley Presho 2&3 Grades 1963

Kitty said, "Let's have some fun with this one. Maybe someone can give us a missing name."

From Top:

Top Row: Audi Cline, Donna Huels, Tom DeWert, Mrs. Stull, Bonnie Knapp, John Letterman, Donna Maxwell OR Donna Bathrick. Which one is it?

Second Row: Gwen Pratt, Terry Dietrich, Linda Spier and -------?Hartman.

Third Row: Kathy Warner, Donna Pierce, Rita Killigrew and Larry Childs.

Fourth Row: Who's #15?, Pam Kline, Who's #17?, Barbara Neally, Sidney Smith, Deborah Brant, and Kalla Eldridge.

Fifth Row: Candy Rogers, Cheryl Eddy, Who's #24?, Who's #25? and Pamela Knapp.

Click on the headline "Lindley-Presho 2 & 3 Grades 1963" for printable enlarged view.

Fill in the names....and send more pictures.....We love them....

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Tony Vickio-Lap 8

Green grass
Originally uploaded by
Sally Ann.
Painting at the Big Tracks
By Tony Vickio

Lap 8: Getting Started

The motel we are staying at is between the Speedway and the town of Talladega. It is old and not very big. It was painted this dull blue color that just didn't fit the place. This is the closest motel to the track. The rest are in Oxford or Anniston, about 22 miles away. It does have a Dining Room and a Bar. The bartender (Kathy) got to know us well, as we were in there every night after coming from the track. There was nowhere else to go! If there were any bars in town, I wouldn't dare go in one especially with that Mustang out front with New York plates. By the time we made it to the bar each night, the Buffet in the Dining Room was over. Kathy would always have two big platters of food for us behind the bar, when we came in, no charge! This was good.

At the track everyone talked to us. We were the foreigners with the accent. This one guy, he drove a large Ford Tractor with a huge mower behind it. He was about 6'-5", 230 lbs. If you cut off your hand at the wrist, put a fingernail on the stub, that was the size of his thumb! Shake hands with him, you don't use your hand for an hour! I saw this hand, in fist form, about 6" from my face (a little later). Through conversation we found out his wife was the bartender at our motel. He rode that tractor all day, mowing. The track is on about 1,400 acres and it is mostly all grass. They have about 3 large mowers that run everyday. It takes about four days to mow the entire facility, by then the grass where you started has grown back and you start over. It is a non stop operation.

We are usually at the track a week before the race. Basically, except for the mowers and a few maintenance men, we are alone. Monday morning, Bobby and I go out to the Tri-Oval to see how it looks, prior to painting the logos. Driving around this huge facility is fun. No one around, you can drive eighty on those big runways and no one bothers you! Especially with the Mustang, it's hard to slow down. We fly out to the Tri-Oval, pull the car out onto the track and stop in front of the "grass" at the Start finish. Sometimes it takes a lap to come to a stop! We get out of the car and look at the grass. It looks like s#**! They have had a drought and it is an ugly, dark brown! I get on the Radio al call Mike McWilliams. Larry Johnson retired and Mike is the new General Manager. Mike is about 45 years old, 5'-8" and 220lbs. He has a neatly trimmed white beard and short "salt and pepper" hair. He is slow talking but has the respect of everyone. When he wants something done, he only says it once. Over the years, Mike and I became friends. When I talk to him on the phone I always say, "Mike, how are you doing"? I know the answer I am going to hear, "I'm workin' like a dog"! His favorite saying. I call Mike on the radio and ask if he can have the grass mowed on Tuesday. "Where are you", he asks. I said, "Out on the grass". I'll send a grounds keeper out to see you. I look at Bobby, "grounds keeper"? Sure enough in about 5 minutes, here comes a John Deere Gator and the "grounds keeper". I'd say he was around 35, 5'-9", 170 lbs. He had short hair and sharp facial features and rugged looking. He did not look friendly. He walks out to us and says, "What's the problem"? "No problem, I just was wondering when you could cut the grass". I didn't want to cut it this early, but I was afraid of the time that was going to be needed for the painting, especially with the crew I had and the use of their "cardboard patterns". I told him I would like to cut it down to 1". He didn't like that because the grass was already looking bad because of the drought. He finally said "OK, but right after we mow it, I want to spray for Fire Ants and then we will paint it green". I looked at him with a puzzled look and said, you are going to paint 6 acres of grass green"? He said "Yup, can't have it look like this on TV". When the fans come to a Race Track, most of them never think how did this or that get there or who did that? The Track is groomed, polished to perfection for the show. Behind the scenes is so interesting!

In about an hour, here comes a large John Deere riding mower. The "grounds Keeper" is riding it. He is sitting upright in the seat, his feet are on two pedals and he steers the thing with two upright levers, one on the left and one on the right. The engine is in the rear and the mower deck is right under the driver. He revs the engine and "he's off"! We go back to the shop as it will take a few hours to mow. Back in the shop, Charlie, Missy and Peter are trying to sort out the patterns. As I watched them, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I was wishing I had the artwork for these "patterns" before I came here so I could have done a grid drawing. You don't know what a "grid drawing" is? I will explain! Let's say you have a sheet of paper. On this paper is capital letter "A". On the paper it is 6" tall. The paper is covered with horizontal and vertical lines at 1/4" spacing. On the grass, you also "string" horizontal and vertical lines. Not a 1/4" as on the paper, but 12" apart. Now you count your spaces for the height of the letter on the paper (the height of the letter "A" on the paper is 24, 1/4" spaces. 6" tall), on the grass you count your spaces, (24) but on the grass the spaces are 12", not a 1/4", so you have your letter height 24 feet. I hope I didn't confuse you. If I did, don't worry about it until you go outside and paint some grass! I go over to where they are getting the patterns ready and walk up to Charlie. "Charlie", I say. "Is any help coming down"? I need help! He said, "Paul (owner of Britten Banners) is coming down, he will be here until we are done". One more man, not enough, but I was lucky I brought Bobby with me or I would be in serious trouble! Bobby became my "right hand man", literally!

Back out on the Tri-Oval, the mowing was done and the spraying of Fire Ants was underway. There are about three guys with these small tanks strapped to their backs, similar to the ones fireman use on brush fires, walking all over the Tri-Oval grass. A hose is attached to it and a "pump" handle is on the end. Here they are walking around, pumping "poison" on every ant hill they come to! More waiting! I get nervous! "Come on"! I whisper. I walk up to the "grounds keeper" and ask, "How much longer"? He doesn't answer, just walks away. Another hour goes by! I hear a tractor coming! I look. it's another John Deere type thing with a big tank on the back. A young girl is driving it. Walking along side of the tractor is an older woman (her mother) and a man (the father) each holding a coil of hose with a spray gun attached to the end. (They own a landscape company and do work for the track). It is a similar gun we use to paint the grass. In the transparent tank, on the back of the machine, is a greenish mixture, sloshing around as the tractor drew closer. The girl driving twisted around in the seat al pulled a lever. The engine revved up and the mother and father started spraying the "burnt" grass green! I couldn't believe what I was watching! No paint masks, nothing! Painting the Tri-Oval at Talladega Superspeedway green! WOW! When they were done, they were green! When you watch a NASCAR race on TV, look at the tri-oval grass. It will be a nice dark green. Then look as the cars go around the track at the other grass........scruffy and brown. A big difference.

Almost ready! I am anxious! I have these mood swings about this job. I feel good about things for a minute then I "swing" to a mood of severe depression! I think, "I opened my big mouth, I said I would do I have to do it"! Stop thinking of all this crap and get this job started, I tell myself.

Unless you have experienced it, it is hard to describe the pressure doing this type of work. When you take on a job like this, no one wants to hear an excuse. There are no excuses! Not even weather. You may have to work all night! When the race is televised "live" on Sunday afternoon that grass better have lettering on it.......period! The sponsors pay the freight! Enough of the pressure thing, lets get to work.

Charlie and the "gang" are unloading patterns. Piles and piles of cardboard. "Do you have a drawing of the placement of the logos on the grass"? I ask. "We have it", he said. I feel better! Now comes the slow job of measuring the "six acres" of grass to place the 6 logos. You do a lot of walking! I look up! The sound of a car coming. It pulls to a stop on pit lane and a man gets out. He is about 38 years old, 150 lbs, brown hair and dressed in Hager slacks, golf shirt and sunglasses. In a later "tale", wait til you see our sunglasses! It is Paul from Britton Banners. We shake hands, he thanks me for being there. He's looking all around, he's ready to work! I ask Charlie another question, "Did you order the paint"? He looks at me with this "why didn't I think of that"? look. My heart sunk to my knees! He said, "Sure, isn't it here yet"? Oh wow! things are looking better! I get on my radio and call maintenance. "Has anyone seen any paint for the grass yet"? I asked. Someone came back on the radio and said, "Yup, we unloaded the tractor trailer yesterday and put it on one of our trailers. Do you want it out there"? "No", I felt like saying. "Bring it out, we can park it on pit lane", I said. Paul said he ordered what the drawing called for, plus some extra, just in case. Damn good thing he did!

Lap 9: Here we go......Painting

Friday, April 08, 2005

Nominations for "Citizen of the Year"

The Lindley Heritage Days Committee is accepting nominations for the 2005 "Citizen of the Year." Please mail your nominations in the form of a letter telling why you believe your candidate should be Citizen of the Year to:
Lindley Town Clerk's Office
PO Box 62
Lindley, NY 14858
Drop it off at the Lindley Town Clerk's office during regular business hours. Please mark all nominations with C.O.T.Y. on the outside of the envelopes. Nominations are due by May 31, 2005.

Heritage Days Senior Scholarship Applications

The Lindley Heritage Days Committee will award one $500 scholarship this year to a deserving highschool senior. Home-schooled and West High seniors must be current residents of Lindley having lived in town for at least one year. All applicants are required to write a 250-word essay entitled: "Lindley's Influence on My Life"

The rules:
1.) All essays must be produced by word processor or typewriter. They must be double spaced.
2.) They must be at least 250 words. (a, and &, the, are not counted.)
3.) Your social security number must appear in the upper right hand corner. Your name should not appear on the paper.
4.) A 3x5 card should be attached to the upper left-hand corner of your essay. The card should include the following information: Name, address, social security number, phone number, date of birth and the college you will be attending.

Essays should be forwarded to the Lindley Town Clerk's office at 637 US 15, Lindley, New York 14858. All essays must be submitted or postmarked no later than May 16, 2005. The Town Clerk will forward the essays to the Judging Committee. These essays will be graded on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the highest possible grade. The winning student will be awarded the scholarship upon proof of actual college enrollment.

Good Luck!

Spaghetti Supper-Presho Church

Presho Church
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
There will be a Spaghetti Supper, April 9, 2005 at the Presho United Methodist Church for 4 to 7 p.m.

12 and Under-$3.50

Blogger is under repair

Resourceful Canadian Geese
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
Hopefully I can sneak through the "flickr door" to get a post on the Red-StaterWisdoms blog. It appears the site is "down again" for repairs. is growing by leaps and bounds and must shut down for repairs and to add more servers to handle the traffic. I haven't been able to post in 24 hours, and I see that readers trying to post comments can't do that either. Blogger said they would have it fixed by the end of the day. Sorry for the inconvienence.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Public High School Graduation and College-Readiness Rates: 1991–2002

Kathy Biggio sent this article along from the Manhattan Institute for Policy Research.

Click on the headline and read the report on graduation and college-readiness rates. It appears our nation's school districts have been inflating the rates.

Call Me a Racist

I attended the Corning-Painted Post School District school board meeting last night at Lindley-Presho School. Except for the “overly perfumed” lady who sat one row ahead of me, a little dab goes along way, everything was going okay until the board began to discuss “a new district policy” on the evening’s agenda.

The policy proposal was titled, “Commitment to Diversity and Non-Discrimination” and it read as follows:

[The Board of Education affirms its commitment to honoring diversity and non-discrimination among staff and students. In addition to non-discrimination policies required by law, the Board wishes to establish a higher standard in terms of its commitment to all members of our educational community and to fair employment practices.

In order to provide our students with exposure to the diverse cultures and people, excellence in hiring standards will include seeking the most qualified candidate for each position, thus offering a diverse work force helping the District reach its full potential. It further wishes to recognize and develop the talents of all staff members and students to the best of its ability, encouraging new ideas among the school community. The District benefits from the creativity and innovation that results when diverse people bring different experiences, perspectives and cultures into the schools. It further encourages cross-cultural understanding that enables staff and students to understand, relate and respond to a changing population over the years.

As students prepare to enter higher education or the world of work in a global society, an inclusive, flexible school environment that values differences encourages all to contribute their best. It also promotes the hiring of a more diverse workforce. Trust, mutual respect and dignity are fundamental to positive behaviors and actions.

All students and staff should be treated with dignity and respect. The Board of Education discourages any type of discrimination or unfair treatment of students and staff. Appropriate efforts shall be made to find and attract diverse talent among educators and staff members in the District’s hiring process.]

Many who read the “Commitment to Diversity and Non-Discrimination” policy will think “that’s just beautiful, Man and get warm and fuzzy all over.” But after you hear my particular take on the matter, you may very well call me a racist. That’s the standard response these days when someone dares to speak outside the boundaries of “political correctness.” I am a result of a growing reactionary movement that was born out of our culture’s obsession with “the prevention of racism and affirmative action.”

I hopped off that ridiculous politically correct train years ago. I stopped caring about people perceiving me as a racist after the O.J. Simpson trial when Johnny Cockhran, God rest his soul, played the race card. Up until that point, O.J. was just….O.J., not black, not white….just O.J. Johnny reminded me he was black and I was profoundly offended. Since then I have a hair-trigger reaction when anyone seeks special treatment, a job, legislation or excuses bad behavior because of the color of their skin.

And that’s how I reacted when the policy was approved by the Board last night. I was offended as any Liberal gets when Right Wingers accuse them of being “traitors.” I was offended because the “Commitment to Diversity and Non-Discrimination” policy in its glowing politically correct language forewarned of a “racist climate” in the Corning-Painted Post School District.

Do any of you reading this believe the dedicated C-PP administrators and teachers were not already committed to valuing diversity in their student body and workforce?

Apparently someone didn’t. They asked to “establish a higher standard in terms of a commitment to all members of the educational community and to fair employment practices.” Did they assume that without a policy the C-PP School District would lose its way ethically in a changing world?

The idea that an anti-discrimination policy must be in place at this time to “respond to a changing population locally and to prepare students for work in a global society” is an excuse for the proponents of this policy to commit their own brand of prejudice—the assumption that all “white people at C-PP” have racist tendencies. Doubt my words? Then why was the policy drafted in the first place? What was the motivation behind it? What were they trying to prevent by securing a policy to “commit to diversity and non-discrimination?”

The answer is simple: They didn’t trust the C-PP School District to do the right thing without being forced. There was an “assumption of prejudice” in play with the drafting of the policy. So much for trust and mutual respect.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

New Poll-C-PP Facilities Renovation Project

I've added a poll for the Corning-Painted Post Middle School Facilities Renovation Project.

Pollhost added a new option so you can vote as many times as you want from your computer. Obviously, this would not be considered a "scientific poll", but when are they. We'll see which side is the most tenacious.

Late Bus Run Cut from C-PP Budget

District Superintendent Judith Staples said they were "eliminating the late-bus run" to save the district $98,000.

Other cuts will be announced tonight during a school board meeting at the Lindley-Presho School at 7:30 p.m.

Those who had concerns about the late bus schedule might want to meander down to the school and hear what the school board has to say about that issue as well as other budget cuts.

Residents will vote on the 2005-06 budget May 17. A public hearing on the budget will be held May 10.

Hate to sound pushy (no I don't), but get involved with the issues surrounding our education system. It's important. China's going to kick our economic butts in the future if we can't compete on the global market. The global "playing field" is being leveled as I speak. Academically, the US ranks 16th out of 20 industralized nations in the percentage of students who graduate on time. That's not a good place to be. Get involved...

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Outing Red America from the Inside

I was rummaging through the "Dailykos" garbage when I came across this throwaway item, and thought it might be a good thing to save to make a point.

It's a book written by Tim Schilke called "Growing Up Red".

In it he describes how he was raised a Conservative in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and after attending three days of college he

growing up red
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

shed his Red State ideology and turned Blue. (Surprise, Surprise!)

That was the expected part. The unexpected part was when I listened to his interview on Air America, Liberal talk radio, with hosts Sam Seder and Janeane Garofalo. I'm always bowled over whenever I hear a Liberal explaining their perception of Conservatives. Catches me by surprise every time, and afterwards the only sane thing I can do is roll my eyes back into my head!

But you may have a different reaction after hearing the interview. Perhaps more of a "banging your head against a wall."

Click here for Segment 1

Click here for Segment 2

And if you run into a Liberal in the next few days, tell them to "stop imposing their beliefs on us."

Lumber City School 1946

Lumber City School 1946
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Third row back: Miss Swarthout, Marjorie Treat and Rose Cook.

Second row back: Carl Treat, Lyle Cook, Joanne Warner, Joanne Herrick, Johnny Porter, George Rook, Sally Fuller and Ann Young.

Front row: George Cook, Patty Davis, Karen Fuller, Pete Treat, Walter Porter, Vern Porter, Janette Warner, Joe Van Zile and Gary Cramer.

Click on the headline "Lumber City School 1946" for an enlarged view of the Lumber City kids. (I think it will work...)

A thumb's up to Vern Porter for sharing the photo and Kitty Pierce for sending it along.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Welcome Steuben County Town Clerks

Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

A big welcome to all the Town Clerks and citizens in the 27 towns in Steuben County. Glad to have you on board to take advantage of blogging --a unique way of communicating and publishing local news that often flies under the media's radar.

You're welcome to:

* Send news items or photos that best reflect the culture, history and uniqueness of your town.

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Sunday, April 03, 2005

Open Forum-Middle School Facilities Renovation Proposal

"On June 21, 2005, the Corning-Painted Post Area School District residents will vote on the middle school facilities renovation project to enhance the educational environment for about 1,400 sixth, seventh and eighth graders at our two current middle schools, plus a new middle school site planned on Canada Road in the Town of Erwin."

For those interested in sharing opinions both pro and con on the Middle School Facilities Proposal, please leave your comments here. This post will be the official "Open Forum" site for the month of April. Please forward a link to the Red-StaterWisdoms blog to individuals in the Corning-Painted Post School District with a note inviting them to take part in an open discussion concerning the school proposal.

Also, you can include links to other sites in the "comment text box" that pertain to the discussion. Interested readers can copy/paste the links in their browser address window and check them out.

Click on the headline "Open Forum-Middle School Facilities Renovation Proposal" for more detailed information about the proposed building project.

Harris Barn on River Road surrounded by water

Harris Barn on River Road
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

For as long as I can remember when it rained hard like it did yesterday, you drove around Lindley looking for water "out of its banks". So that's what Lar and I did today.

Saw lots of places where the rain water rushed off the banks during the rain storm and settled in the usual places, like behind Harris's barns.

Remarkably, today the river has receded significantly from yesterday's bank to bank flow. I'll tell you what though, without the Cowanesque Dam, places along the river would have been under water. And it looked like the multiple streams and creeks in town handled the run off well. Now...if it'll just stop raining.

Click on this link to see a "real time" graph of the Tioga swelling and receding during the last two days

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Tony Vickio's 1951 Chevy Sedan Delivery

Delivery Coup
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
A sudden encounter with a deer.

Tony Vickio Lap 7

Delivery Coup
Originally uploaded by
Sally Ann.

Experiences of "The World Famous"
by: Tony Vickio

Painting at the Famous Race Tracks

Lap 7: Not alone at Talladega!

I walk over to the cordless phone that's ringing on the wall above my 1923 Mills Slot Machine (my own "one arm bandit", a gift from my wife). It's a nickel machine and it works! I grab the phone say, "Vickio Signs". A woman's voice comes on the line. "I am looking for Tony Vickio, is he in"? I say, "It's me"! Nobody else here except my dog, Brandy, I'm thinking! You would be surprised the number of people who think this is a big shop with lots of employees. She says, "I'm calling from Britten Banners in Michigan. We have won the bid to do the grass painting at Talladega Superspeedway". I'm thinking, I know, rub it in! She says, "We have never done this before (Oh boy! I'm thinking, oh no, they have never done one before, they probably underbid it to get the job, plus she wants me to tell her over the phone how to do it. I should just hang up.) She continues, "We were wondering if you would be interested in going to Talladega to run the job for us? We will pay your expenses and rate and we will supply men, materials, patterns, everything. You just oversee the job". "Could you repeat that", I said. I was going to say "yes" right away, but one word sent up a Red Flag! Patterns! When the word "patterns" came up, it meant I was not "running the job" from the start. I didn't have control over the whole project. I almost said no right then! "Let me think about it", I told her.

Later that day, Paul Britten (Britten Banners President) called and we talked over the details. I told him about the size of these things, but he insisted on patterns for all of the logos except Die Hard 500. He said his men could make cardboard patterns in his "huge" shop and when we got there, we could just lay them out and spray them. Them meaning the smaller logos that were to go on the grass. Like I said, grass painting was getting more popular. Things have changed since the first, simple Talladega logo. Grass paintings have grown as you will see. For this job, There would be a large (70' x 320') "Die Hard 500", a smaller Winn Dixie500, Toro, NASCAR, Winston and a telephone company that I can't remember. Six paintings! All with patterns except for the Die Hard 500.

As we talked, I was hesitant. Something wasn't right. I wasn't in control. They were controlling me with "patterns"............I pondered it, thought, "It was their job, not mine, why not". I said "OK"! I couldn't resist going to Talladega! I didn't really want to go alone, so I asked him if I could take a "helper". He said I could take someone with me. I needed a victim! I thought who could get a week off and go with me to this fabulous speedway and have an unbelievable time to boot! I was sitting in Maria's Tavern one night having a nice, cold bottle of Budweiser, my favorite, talking to the bartender, Bob Carson.

Bob Carson cured me from drinking and driving! You see the first night I met him, we hit it off real well. I sat there till closing, went out and got into my "51 Chevy..........I miss that car to this day! What a car it was! It was a 1951 Chevy Sedan Delivery. I chopped the front of the frame off and welded a 1970 Camaro frame to the existing '51 frame. Now it had power steering, power, disc brakes. Then I put a Camaro rear end under it. The body remained stock appearing, but had a beautiful custom, green paint job. It even had the old "sun visor" on it. My friends, Mike Wells and Ken Coats, in Ithaca owned Welco Custom Interiors. They did the interior in a saddle color. It was beautiful. Oh, I almost forgot! Rich Seely, who builds race car engines, did the motor. It had a 350 Chevy, performance heads, cam, Elderbrock intake and a Holley four barrel. It would run! I left the bar and not 500 feet from my house, doing 85 with a Bob Seger tape on full blast, a deer was crossing the road. Already more than half way across I over reacted. I lost control when the rear tire dropped off of the newly paved road. It barrel rolled three times and hit a tree with the roof. From my racing experiences, I never got in any car, especially a street car, without a seatbelt. I put one in this '51 Chevy when I built it. If I hadn't, the "tales" would stop here. I walked home. My wife almost fainted when she came to open the door for me! I had a fractured Jaw bone (from a fire extinguisher that broke loose while it was rolling), a broken collar bone and a bunch of cuts. That's how I met Bob Carson!
While I was drinking my Bud, I was telling him of my latest adventure with Britten Banners. I said, "Why don't you go with me"? He talked it over with his wife and she said he could use a vacation. Of course, this would be no vacation. I was talking to Mattman, at the Glen about the trip. He said, "Why don't you take the Pace Car down. It would be good advertisement". He didn't have to say it twice! The car was a brand new, red Ford Mustang convertible (white top). It was all lettered up (I did the lettering). On the trunk was the light bar. We packed the car with cloths for a week and once again, I was headed south!

We pulled into the motel at about 3:00pm in the afternoon. Ah! The weather! It was beautiful! We were sitting out from of our room in these white, plastic chairs enjoying the sun. We must have looked like two "motel bums". Slouched down in the chairs, legs out straight ,sneakers sticking out to the sidewalk, left arm hanging down over the plastic arm of the chair, knuckles dragging on the ground and a bottle of cold Bud in the right hand. Man.......the calm before the storm! We cracked another cold one and waited for the "crew" from Michigan. The bird chirps were interrupted by the sound of a vehicle coming around the corner of the motel. I looked, my first thought was, "please don't let this be them"! It was! Here comes a brown Ford pick up. It has a brown, tin type cap on the back with the flip up side windows. Not out of the ordinary, except for the fact, the front wheels were almost off the ground! The rear door of the cap was open. You couldn't shut it, it was full of cardboard. It had so much cardboard in the back (patterns) it was doing a "wheelie"! I couldn't believe it. They drove all the way from Michigan in that thing! They park next to the Pace Car and get out. Two guys and a girl. We introduce ourselves. First there was >>>>> (can't remember his name). He was there, but didn't want to be, I could tell. He was about 24 years old, average build, short blonde hair and a "hunched over sleepy" look. Missy was next. She was about 21, perky, and all excited to be on the "mission". Missy was good looking and already missed her boyfriend. I was thinking, "Why was she here"? Then there was Charlie. Charlie was really comical, I mean, he was so funny! We hit it off immediately. He was a blast! Later you will see he really was a "blast"! We got Charlie a beer, the other guy, >>>>> and Missy were tired from the trip and decided to go to bed. Now there were three of us "motel bums" slouching in front of the room. I said, "Hey Charlie, when is the rest of your crew going to show up"? Between slugs from the bottle of Bud, he looked at me, hair all fuzzed out, eyes sort of glazed from driving, beer running down his chin on to his T-Shirt and with a sort of wise ass smirk said, "your f@#*## lookin' at it"! My eyes widened and a big, loud "are you sh#*ing me?"! came out of me. "This is it"? He had that "real sorry" look on his face, like it was his fault and said, "Yup"!

We only had three days to do the 6 logos, as you can not start them too early because the grass will grow too much and the logos will look fuzzy by Sunday. Timing is critical. So is the weather. We were lucky, so far! I looked at him, with my "mean" look, hiding my "panic" look, and said, "You better get on the phone and get more help down here by Wednesday"! "I'll call Paul (the owner of Britten Banners), but there is no one else up there". We have been working nonstop on these patterns for a month," He said. I looked over at Bobby, he just shrugged his shoulders and with that "don't look at me" smirk, took a slug of beer. Here I go again! Down here in Alabama, surrounded by people that the only grass they have worked on is when they mowed their lawn. I sit, or should I say slouch, back in my white plastic chair and with a look of "oh S***" glance over at the brown Ford pick up truck sitting in the parking lot. The hills are in the background, the sun just starting to dip behind them, birds chirping I just start to put the bottle to my lips when I snap my head and take a second look at the truck. With the sun in my eyes I squint to see better and just to make myself feel really, really bad I look at, the %##*ing front wheels of the Ford that were off the ground!..... Cardboard patterns. "Oh, God"!

Lap 8: Getting Started

Friday, April 01, 2005

Letter to the Editor-Terri Schiavo

How deeply saddened we all are to have witnessed the extermination of this young woman's life. As a wife and mother, I cannot fathom why Mr. Schiavo did not choose the humane course in moving on with his own life. It would have allowed this matter to remain private for himself and Terri's family and would have shown him to be an empathetic and decent guy - obviously that is not what he truly wanted.

No one truly knows what this woman was feeling, understanding or experiencing. Her brain was functioning strongly enough to keep her alive.She was conscious and breathing on her own, which tells me something within her had the will to live. Denying her the basic necessities that we all require was unconscionable.

If Terri truly was unable to feel or think, what harm was there to Terri in granting her parents the right to take over her care and allow them the time to confirm their own conclusions, or arrive at other realizations? Instead, they, and the rest of the world, had to watch in agony as this poor woman was left to die a slow and very likely painful death. It's not legal to allow a dog to die that way- how could we, with the court's blessing, do this to another human being? We all need to think very carefully on this and decide whether we want our humanity to dictate our laws or our laws to dictate our humanity.

Kathy Biggio
Lindley, NY

Heritage Days Polls re-set

I re-set the Heritage Days Polls so you can vote again during the month of April.

If anyone has any "poll question" ideas, leave a comment or e-mail your ideas to

I'll be adding a poll for the Corning-Painted Post School Facilities Proposal to be voted on in June.

Spring is officially here

Spring is officially here
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
The first crocus poked through this morning and that made me happy. My son Erik celebrated his 34th birthday yesterday and that made me feel old but fortunate. My yard is full of stones and twigs and that bothers me. But the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I'm going to take a day off. Besides, it's April Fool's Day and I haven't figured out a practical joke on Lar yet. I need time to plot and scheme. I'm very good at it. He knows it's coming, but I get him every time! I learned the skill from my mother, Monnie. She sewed the sleeves and legs shut on our pajamas once. It was her finest April Fool's moment.