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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Former FBI Official Says he was Watergate's "Deep Throat"

NEW YORK -- A former FBI official claims he was "Deep Throat," the long-anonymous source who leaked secrets about President Nixon's Watergate coverup to The Washington Post, Vanity Fair reported Tuesday.
W. Mark Felt, 91, who was second-in-command at the FBI in the early 1970s, kept the secret even from his family until 2002, when he confided to a friend that he had been Post reporter Bob Woodward's source, the magazine said.
"I'm the guy they used to call Deep Throat," he told lawyer John D. O'Connor, the author of the Vanity Fair article, the magazine said in a news release.

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Monday, May 30, 2005

Five Bronson Brothers and sister Doris

Hi Sally,

A quick Memorial Day note about Lindley Veterans. We can be very proud of them.

When up-dating my Veteran's project for Memorial Day, I put together a few statistics. Much is lacking, but will pass along what I do have:
As of 2002--- (I know there have been Veteran's burials added since then.)

Lindsley Burying Ground had markers for 6 Veterans .

3 Revolutionary -Lindsley,Mulford, Seelye
1 Steuben Militia -Samuel Lindsley
2 Civil War- Milton Orton and Delos Westcott (Not sure if Westcott is buried here-he died in service)

Fairview Cemetery- 32 Known + 3 uncertain of where they are buried
( Not all are marked as to which war and I haven't had the time to figure them out by date of birth and death)

Civil War- 2
Spanish American 1 (?)

Presho Cemetery
Again some markers do not designate which war -

Rev. War 1
Civil War 16
Korea 1
Vietnam 6

The following pieces of information that I have gathered are interesting; ( I cannot list it all here and know there is more that I do not have.)

One WWI veteran had his tongue cut out by the Germans. He ate with a tube and bottle-(per Dick Peer column)

KIA - WWII 2 (Stood side by side in a school photo )
Battle of the Bulge WWII 1 known
10th Mountain Div. Italy 1
USS Enterprise (Sub) 1
Civil War Units
Steuben Rangers 86th Reg. (Read somewhere that there were 94 men from Lindley)
50th NYEng.
Penna . Rifles
5 Bronson Brothers served in WWII (3 enlisting same day) All came home ( Clayton, Daniel ,George, Linwood and William)
WWII Clayton Bronson recalls celebrating the Christmas before his discharge aboard a captured German troopship in the Atlantic on his way home. (Dick Peer column)

Chet Randall and his father were both in WWII. (per Chet)

I know there were several that received the Purple Heart and other medals. This information should be added to the files.
Enjoy the Holiday and remember the Veterans.

Kitty Pierce Town Historian
PS- Don't forget to check the Town Hall Lobby for photos, stories of some of the Veterans. It is an on-going project.

Click on headline for an enlarged view of the Bronson Brother's photo.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Stephanie Semple

Stephanie Semple
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
I received this announcement from Harold and Mary Jane Semple: They said:

"I am sure you have seen all the articles concerning EchoTaps. Just to let you know that our daughter, Stephanie played her trumpet in EchoTaps. She played on Church Street in Elmira. We were there and also at the ceremony at the VA Center. It was awesome to hear that many playing Taps at once. Stephanie feels it was a great honor to be able to be a part of it.

Even though Stephanie no longer lives in Lindley we feel Lindley was represented by having someone who was born and raised in Lindley.

One of the many purposes of EchoTaps was to make it aware that players are needed to play Taps at funerals. Stephanie was so moved by it that she is seriously considering signing up to play at funerals."

Note from Sallyann: Thank you Stephanie for serving your country with the talent you have.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Tony Vickio-Lap 15

Laying down the lines
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Experiences of "The World Famous"
by: Tony Vickio

Painting at the Famous Race Tracks

Lap 15: We "become "Highwallers

It's 7:00am and having made the trip up the 5 story high banking, we all grab onto the fence and take a minute to catch our breath. That is one hell of a walk! We look around, getting used to the new environment.............working sideways!

"Let's find the center line of the logo and get this pattern pounced", I say. We layout the dimensions, it takes twice as long as usual, because everyone is getting used to walking on the 34 degree bank, turning, bumping into each other. You find yourself standing face to face with someone who you thought was you're friend, glaring at each other. You see, no one wants to let go of the catch fence to go around the other! We are all nestled up against the wall, afraid to let go! One week earlier, a worker at the track, slipped and fell down the banking, breaking a leg. We get the pattern ready to tape on the wall, when I holler, "Who’s got the tape?" Everybody looks at everybody else, no one's got the tape! "Oh s***!", I holler out! "Who was in charge of the tape!", I immediately scream! I figured if I put the blame on someone else first, I wouldn't have to go down, get it and do the "dreadful" walk back up! Steve, Larry and Brad look at each other, all blaming the other, while I secretly grin. Ahh! I love being the boss! Since Brad is the youngest, I say, "Brad, go down and get the tape". Brad, not saying a word, goes down the banking, sort of shuffling down sideways. For only the second or third time on the "high banks", he's going down pretty fast......actually, quite impressive! We all watched in awe. Like I said, it was quite impressive....... until he stepped on the lower lane white line! In a millisecond he was down! Good thing he was near the bottom! He jumps up, looks up at us and hollers, "I'm OK!" He grabs two rolls of tape and starts back up. After a few times of forgetting something, you make damn sure you bring everything up the first time! Also lesson for the day......Don't step on the lines!

We find out that the wall is even different up here. Being in a turn, there is a slight curve in the wall, making it necessary to tape the pattern down at much greater intervals. "Hey Orr!" I holler (why am I always hollering?). "Get that pounce bag ready"! Away he goes pouncing like a man possessed as we all watch. To look at us, we are hanging off the catch fence like ripe fruit, as Larry, once more disappears it a cloud of charcoal dust! "Man, can that guy pounce", Steve says. We roll the pattern up and we are ready to paint. Just then we hear a noise! A vehicle of some sort is coming around the outside of the track. At Talladega (and Daytona), just outside of the track and retaining wall, is a one lane road. It goes around the entire track. It is used for emergency vehicles to get access to any part of the track fast. That was not the reason for the road. The road was built for heavy Dozers! That's right, large Bull Dozers. When they were building the track, the banking was designed with such a high (steep) banking there was no way to run the heavy equipment around the corners. So, what they did was, on the road above the track, were huge dozers with specially built arms to which large cables were attached. These cables were attached to the heavy equipment, the asphalt trucks, pavers and rollers as they moved along, so did the dozers, holding them in place. It was a huge undertaking! There are photos in the Motorsports Hall of Fame showing the construction. It is awesome! Now, like I said, the road is used for emergency access. There is a special "High Bank" Rescue Team at Talladega. They are trained to do repelling over the wall if a car happens to crash on the High Banks and gets hung up in the catch fence and stays up on the banking. There are slots cut in the Catch Fence at intervals around the corners so the rescue team can get access to the track.

We all stand up, clutching the catch fence, and look through the fence to see a white van approaching (come to find out, the van was a "Tour Van" from the Motorsports Hall of Fame. It would come by every couple of hours.) As it gets closer, it slows down and stops. We hear doors opening and there are about six people that get out and walk towards the catch fence, about twenty feet from us. They come up to the fence and we can hear them talking. They see the banking and all you hear is Ohhh's and Ahhhh's, Oh my Gods and Holly s****! Then, one of them says............"Hey look over there!" They see us! They all run over and with fingers sticking through the fence they all talk to each other saying, "Oh my God, look at them! What are they doing? How did they get out there? How do they dare do that?” All they would have to do is ask us! We are only three feet from them! It became obvious to us that we were just like animals in a zoo! They were talking among themselves like we couldn't hear or understand them! It was really weird! Later that day we went back to the shop and made a sign..................."Please don't feed the Sign Painters". We would attach it where we were working, on the catch fence, facing towards the road. Now when the van stopped, the people would laugh and talk with us! This was a lot better!

Back to the painting! "Don't get a drop of paint on the track", Mike's command comes to mind. We go down to the truck to get our paint supplies. We use paint trays with the "pad painters", so I decided to put a small amount of paint in the trays and take the can up with us. If we did spill a tray, it would be a small amount and we could clean it before anyone would see us! Once back on top we found that finding a place to store the gallon of paint was a problem. I just thought we could put it on top of the wall. After we got back to the top, we found that the wall was angled too much (same as the track) and the catch fence was tight to wall, to put the gallon of paint. Back down with the gallon of paint. Every time we needed more paint in the trays, we had to go down and get it. Doing this all day takes a toll on you! One good thing that did come from doing this all day is a new way of walking up the banking. Now, we see the spot where the logo is to go, drive down the track 50 yards and park. We walk up the banking at an angle towards the logo. A longer walk, but much easier. It's the same way a mountain goat goes up a mountain. They don't climb straight up. We are now up to the intelligence of a goat! Up and down, up and down all day long. I can't feel my legs! Let's get back to the shop and do some more small signs for a change of pace. That night, we go Lowe's. The way the wall angles over you, on the banking, you have to kneel to paint. This meant Knee Pads. We are learning!

It's another day and back to the "high banks". We are more at ease going up and working on the "banks". The more time you spend up there, the more things become natural. It's a beautiful day, the sun is bright, a slight breeze is blowing over the wall, and it is quiet, not a sound except the music from the radio. It is on an "oldies" station from Anniston, AL, and the woman DJ is asking for requests. I get on the cell phone and call her. She is really interested in where we are from and what we are doing. In a little while, she comes back on the radio and says, "This song was requested by the boys from Watkins Glen, NY down here painting signs at the Talladega Speedway. Tony requested Hot Rod Lincoln, by Commander Cody". Hot Rod Lincoln is probably my favorite song! "Son, you're goin’ to drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop driven' that hot rod Lincoln". I stop painting, turn with my back to the wall, slide down into a sitting position and sing along to the song. I get goose bumps every time I hear the song! Ah! This is good! From my high vantage point, I look over to the Tri Oval grass and think of past jobs and how glad I am to be away from the pressure of grass painting. I notice someone walking on the grass. I wonder who it is. It's too far away to see who it is, but I can tell it is human. The painting is going good, so I will go down and get in our John Deere Gator and ride over and see who is there. It takes a while to get there, the Gator runs at about 20 mph, tops. I finally get there and I see a guy out on the grass with a tape, measuring and sticking flags in the ground. I get off the Gator and walk onto the grass. Another man is standing off to the side with another tape. I walk up to him to introduce myself. He is about 45, 5'-6", 220 lbs and has an intense look on his face. I don't want to bother him, so I stand back a little. How the heck is he laying this out? No patterns, no horizontal or vertical marks for a grid. I don't get it. He finally looks up and see's me and stops his work and walks over. We shake hands, introduce ourselves and start to swap stories. We talk for an hour. His name is Allen Jones, from Atlanta. I remember his name, because it's the same as a past Formula 1 Champion. I ask him what method of layout he is using; I have never seen it before. He smiles and I can see he is a little hesitant to tell me. He thinks for a second and says, "I'll show you an easy way I found to layout large logos". I listened and as I got more and more details, I smiled. I smiled and in a low voice said, "holly s***! That's awesome"! "Well, I’ve got to get back or the guys will kill me"! He asked, "What are you doing?" I turn and point over to Turn 2 where the guys are painting. They look like ants, they are so far away. "We are putting logos on the retaining walls", I say. "That don't look easy!” he says. "It's different", I say back. We shook hands, and with my newfound knowledge, jump on the gator and headed back to the guys. When I got back, I had bugs on my teeth from smiling so much while driving with no windshield! The guys said, "Where the hell have you been? You’ll do anything to get out of work!" I said, "You wouldn't believe what I just learned. I'll tell you about it later. Let's get this wall done". A couple of times, in future "tales", we use this new method. I will tell you then how it is done.

It's now Wednesday morning and we are standing on the front straight. Steve has his truck on the track (a Toyota with a cap on the back). He walks up to me and says, "Hey boss, can I take a lap in my truck?" I say, "Sure!" Away he goes! Could only get 100 mph on the high banks. He comes back and stops, gets out of the truck, all smiles. "Oh my God, that was a blast"! He says, "Thanks Boss for letting me do that, I didn't know if we could do that". I said, "you stupid s***head, how the hell do I know if it's OK, I'm just a sign painter". He looks at me with this, dumb" look on his face and starts to laugh. We all start laughing. We still laugh about today.

(Note from Sallyann: For those of you who don't know Steve Hughey, he’s pretty much a smartass and his sense of humor, renowned. He will do the darndest things to get a laugh, but whatever pranks or quips he comes up with, he always got a laugh from me, except on the day he decided to take Harriet and me on a “hot lap” around the track in his truck. I’d like to think that before we went on the lap from hell, he had promised me he wouldn’t “go fast” otherwise I can’t believe I would have gotten in the truck. You see, I don’t have the “thrill gene” in my DNA. Harriet has the thrill gene, that’s why she kept hollering “go faster, go faster,” and I kept screaming “if you don’t slow down, I’ll puke in your truck, Steve.” You see, Steve’s a neat freak and I was desperate to get his attention. I felt my life depended on it. Thrill seekers like Steve and Harriet get into the feeling of speed, you know, the wind blowing through their hair, or in Steve’s case, feeling the lift under his hat that hides his bald head and of course, the ultimate thrill seeker feeling of “defying death!” People like me think a lot about death when they are thrill seeking by accident. As we sped by the four turns on the Talladega track I envisioned four different ways to die; the classic “head-on” into the wall, then there’s the always favorite slam sideways into the wall, then the slingshot into the field where we hit something immovable and of course, the rollover, airborne thing I’ve seen so many times on TV. I didn’t allow myself to imagine the “burst into flames” scenario. Too gruesome. When we landed, that’s an appropriate verb to use because we were flying around the track, I didn’t kiss the ground. No. I kicked Steve’s bad knee and spit on him. Tony forgot to tell you all that.)

After the "hot lap", we get in our trucks and head for the next logo location. We park our vehicles about 50 yards from where the logo is going and "goat walk" up the banking. We've been working about an hour when way off in the distance I can hear a sound like a paint sprayer. I look towards the Tri oval and no one is there. Back to the painting I go, but the sound doesn't go away. I look around to my right and way down the track, coming towards us is two, no, more like three men with some kind of machine. They are walking, on the track, up towards the outside lane. They are getting closer. It is a spray machine! I knew that sound anywhere! The sound of and gas powered Paint Sprayer is burned into my brain from the "grass days"! What the hell are they doing? They finally are close enough to see them good. I can't believe what I'm seeing. "Holly s***", I say and everyone looks over to the direction of the three men. They are painting the white lines on the track! There are three lanes on the track, plus the line around the bottom. The track has two rows of "dash" lines on the track, what Brad stepped on. These guys have to walk three laps around this 2.6 mile track, spraying these lines. The banking is so steep; two of the guys are walking above the machine, holding on to ropes that are attached to the machine. The third man guided the wheeled paint machine and painted over the old lines. The machine is a 3 wheeled sprayer, but the unique thing is, the engine and pail of paint are angled to match the banking. This is weird looking! He stops when he gets to us and says, "What are you doing?" I say, "What are you doing?" He laughs and says, "Puttin' stripes down man". "Hell, you got a lotta' walkin to do", I say. He laughs, sticks his right hand up in the air, index finger pointing up, twirls it in a circular motion (must mean "go") and points then points it straight ahead! In one motion, they all take off at the exact same time! Oh my God! You had to see it to believe it! Watching them walk off, paint machine purring away, on the high banks was a sight! I never did think of how they painted the lines. A truck would not stay on the banks going that slow. We will meet the same guy while he's striping the grass, marking the reserved camping spots. You won't believe the paint rig he uses!

Except for a few small signs that my come to the sign shop, we are done. Time to enjoy the races! Tomorrow we visit the NASCAR Garage!

Lap 16: Race Time

Friday, May 27, 2005

U.S. Thumbs its Nose at Rights

I'd take the opinion of this New York Times editorial seriously if the author's point of view was legitimate/true. It's not. The Left does not care about detainee's rights. What they care about is poking the US Military and George Bush in the eye. The Left hates war, Republicans and of course, the good ole USA because it is a "capitalist, Judeo Christian" country. They use the "plight" of detainees only as a political tactic, to ultimately get a Far Left Liberal elected as president so they can turn the US into a Socialist country where any hint of a "traditional American culture" no longer exist. It ain't rocket science, and if you're falling for this propaganda crap stop watching CBS, NBC, ABC and stop reading the New York Times and the other Liberal rags and believing what they're spewing is "sincere". It ain't.

Click on the headline and read this most offensive, insincere article.

Came across this outrageous article in LittleGreenFootballs. Go here to read it

Here's a sample of their crap mentality: "WASHINGTON, D.C., May 26 (OneWorld) - Rights watchdog Amnesty International urged foreign governments Wednesday to investigate and prosecute President George W. Bush much as they once did former Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet."

I'd like to see the US government start arresting some of these moonbats for treason! What's good for the goose should be good for the gander, don't you think! Here's the irony. The Left via International Amnesty and other Human Rights Groups have been real busy writing ariticles and getting air time to make the international public believe terrorists and the Iraqi insurgents are legitimate "soldiers in the War on Terror" according to the Geneva Convention. When was the last time any of you read a scathing "we are soooooooo offended" article about the "abuses inflicted on innocent people by these murderous thugs?" Where's the editorial from the New York Times condemning beheadings and the constant murder of Iraqi civilians by car bombs. Car there's a legitimate military weapon that every standing, uniformed army has in its arsenal! Yeah, right.... If International Amnesty wants to make terrorist and insurgents legitimate "soldiers" so they can arrest George Bush for war crimes, then they best start holding the terrorist accountable for their practice of disembowling innocent women who just happened to be in Iraq at the wrong place at the wrong time. I've been reading Lefty editorials since 9/11 and I've never read an article about bringing the terrorist up on charges for violating the rules of the Geneva Convention. Obviously, the Left thought the Right was too stupid to notice the discrepancy in fair play.

Middle School Informational Meeting May 31st

Superintendent Judith Staples will facilitate an Informational Presentation on the Middle School Proposal May 31, 2005 at 7 p.m. at the Erwin Valley Elementary School cafeteria.

Rabies Clinic Saturday

Our Rabies Clinic is Saturday May 28th, 2005
from 9am-11am
at the Lindley-Presho Vol. Fire Hall on Tannery Creek Road.

Little Boy Lost

Little Boy Lost
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
Last night the Lindley-Presho Fire Department was called out to search for a lost child at the Lindley-Presho-Caton Little League baseball field in Presho. An eight or nine year old boy came up missing before his team had finished playing their game. When the child couldn't be found the fire department as well as neighbors and other parents at the field organized a search for the missing child. The boy was found a while later at the entrance of Gibson Hill Road near where he lived. Sources said the "boy had had enough and was going home."

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Ammon Titus Memorial Dedication

Commemorative Tree and Chair
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

The Lindley-Presho Elementary School presented a Memorial Dedication for Ammon Titus today.

For the last few days the weather had been very un-Spring like, cold and rainy, but today, the day of the Ammon Titus Memorial Dedication, a late warm May Spring had returned. When I pulled into Lindley-Presho I could see that the Dedication service was well attended. And why shouldn’t it be? We were there to honor a man who represented the best of us.

During the ceremony several people who knew Ammon gave tributes to a man they all knew well and admired; Harold Semple, Town Supervisor, Pete Watson, Director of Transportation for the district and Matt McGarrity presently the Director of Personnel but who had been the principal at Lindley-Presho and had gotten to know Ammon, but one local fellow, David Ballard, who’s been the school’s custodian for years, gave a speech that spoke of who Ammon was. David’s words truly captured the content of Ammon’s character.

David started by saying that “Yes, Ammon was truly loved by all of us,” and then he looked out at the crowd sitting and standing in a semi-circle and said, “And Ammon loved all of you. Ammon was a man who loved people.”

David went on and said: “As I was unlocking the building one morning, I looked up at a banner that said, ‘Character Counts’. I thought of Ammon and how he fulfilled all the traits that exemplify a man with good character. Ammon was highly respected and he respected others. No matter who you were or what your views might be. You could count on Ammon because he took his responsibilities seriously when he farmed and especially when he drove a bus. Maybe some mornings it was cold and miserable and his old bones ached, but he always met the challenges of the day. Ammon was fair. He was definitely one of the fairest men I knew. He would never cheat you of anything. He would cheat himself first. He often did things for others for free, whether it was helping someone with his truck, his time or plowing out driveways. He never turned anyone down.

Honesty. Ammon was a very honest man. You could trust him with anything you had. Citizenship. Ammon showed good citizenship. He served his town as a councilman for years. He cared about his town and he cared about the people in his town. And Ammon was a tolerant man. Nothing seemed to worry or upset him. And then I thought he must have been a tolerant man. He drove bus for years, and everyone knows the kind of tolerance you need to drive a bus with all those kids.

This last character trait seems to sum up who Ammon Titus was inside. Ammon truly cared about people. He was a very caring person. A man who would do anything for you. He was always putting others before himself. And he never wanted to hurt anybodies feelings. Ammon would often say, can’t we figure out how everybody can be happy.

These are just a few of the great character traits that Ammon had. That’s the reason we’re here today to honor Ammon. He will always live on in our hearts and minds. And today May 26, 2005, we would like to officially dedicate this tree and chair in memory of Ammon Titus. Shall we take a moment of silence as we reflect and remember Ammon.”

At the end of David’s speech, he asked how we could best remember Ammon. He answered by saying that we could sing the song, For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow, along with the Lindley-Presho Choir.

One of the finest moments during David’s speech was when he recited the following poem:

Love lives on forever
In each memory and thought
Of the special ones
Who meant so much
And the happiness they brought.

Love lives on forever
It will never fade away
For, in our hearts,
Our loved ones
Are with us every day.

We would all like to thank the staff at Lindley-Presho Elementary School where Ammon spent the better part of his life for putting on the Memorial Dedication.

Click on the photo in this post and go to Sallyann’s photostream for more pictures of the event. Other’s took pictures as well and when they are developed I’ll post them.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Fillibuster Compromise-Defeat in the Jaws of Victory

If your "hair is on fire" over the last minute Fillbuster Compromise by 12
centrist Senators go to the following links: to read what bloggers are saying about the compromise to read an interview with Zell Miller to read the actual "Memorandum of Understanding on Judicial Nominations"

Monday, May 23, 2005

Lindley Town Planning Board Meeting-May

Mary asked the visitors if there was any Public Comment. Jack Smith’s concern was the mining permit application approved by the DEC. Jake Gross asked how long must a notice of a public meeting be posted in the newspaper prior to the meeting? Mary stated that the public must be notified five days prior to the hearing. Jake stated that the ZBA, Zoning Board Application, meeting regarding the storage shed for Steve Ritter on River Road is scheduled for Tuesday, May 17 and does not meet the five day public notice requirement and is therefore illegal. Mary stated the storage shed request never came before the Planning Board.

The CEO Permit Summary for April included the following: James Potter a deck, Manley Davis storage, Corey Plumley a three-car garage, Lanny Plumley a two-car garage, Deborah Smith moving a 1981 single wide and Ira Stiles replacing a dry well.

Mary stated the Town of Lindley has received a letter from the NYSDEC regarding: Notice of Complete Application stating they have completed their initial review of a Mined Land Reclamation permit application submitted by Fred J. Robbins for the development and operation of a new 22.8 acre sand and gravel mine. The mine site is on the east side of County Route 120, approximately 500-feet north of the Lindley-Lawrenceville Road intersection. A Public Hearing is scheduled for June 20, 2005.

As this application was never presented to the Planning Board prior to DEC’s approval, the Board has many unanswered questions and must study the impact of this operation on the neighborhood, roads, etc.

Jack Smith noted that in 2002 Harry Pierce and Fred Robbins applied for a permit but never appeared before the Planning Board.

Other questions and concerns include: Who owns the property? Where are the property boundaries? Where is the small cemetery that is known to be on the property? What about water run-off, traffic control as the property entrance is near a blind curve. Can the Lawrenceville Road handle heavy truck traffic and can large trucks make the necessary turns onto River Road without blocking the entire roadway? Where is 24-feet road right of way? Maximum permit grade is 12%, the road site is very steep. Is the Town obligated in case of an accident with a gravel hauler?

Mary will invite the Steuben County Highway Superintendent to the Public Hearing scheduled for June 20.

Mary also invited Glen Hobacker who owns Indian Hills gravel and recently purchased Joe Young’s property near Manley Hill Road to attend a Planning Board meeting.

The Lawrenceville Town Board has asked that Brownie’s Mini Mart be checked for possible violations with the paving of the back lot. Since the paving was done some residences now get water in their basements after a heavy rain.

Respectfully submitted,
Janice Oberlander
Recording Clerk

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Tony Vickio-Lap 14

don't feed the sign painters
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Experiences of "The World Famous"
by: Tony Vickio

Painting at the Famous Race Tracks

Lap 14: We become "Highwallers"

I get into the truck with Mike McWilliams (General Manager of Talladega Superspeedway) and we drive through the familiar tunnel and up the grade to the infield of this huge speedway. As we come up out of the tunnel, I turn to look back at the track between turns 3 & 4. It doesn't matter how many times I've seen this view, it still gives me goose bumps down my arms. You can't take a picture of "it", you can't see "it" on TV; you have to see "it" in person to get the full effect. "It" being the degree of banking of the turns at Talladega. "Holly s***, what a sight", I say to Mike. He just smiles and says in his low, southern voice, "yeah, you're gonna see 'em from the top". We drive out onto the track, near Pit In, just off Turn 4. We head to the Start/Finish line. Mikes slows the truck down and stops. We get out. He points to the Start/Finish line and says, "It needs painting. They want a checker board line". I say, "OK" and think "all hands and knee work, this is not going to be good on the back". Then he points to the retaining wall, to the right of the Start/Finish line. "we are going to need 4 Talladega logos, one here, one in turn 1, one on the back straight and one in Turn 4. I don't have exact locations yet or the artwork, but it will be here by tomorrow". I say, "That's fine". We get back in the truck and drive around the track, on the apron (the flat part of the track inside the banking) to Turn 1. We stop and get out. I look up at the banking. All I can think of saying is "holly s***"! Mike says, "go on up and see how it feels. When you come back down, don't turn around; come back down the same way you went up until you get used to it". From where I am standing, to the retaining wall, it is 5 stories high! I'm petrified of heights! I've been on the "high banks" in a car, but not on foot. I walk to the banking and start to go up. I find myself walking on the "balls" of my feet and one hand out in front of me actually touching the track. I get to the top, slowly stand up and grab onto the catch fence that is located on top of the retaining wall. Slowly I turn and take a look. My fingers are through the fence and I have a death grip on it. I can't believe what I'm seeing! First, there is Mike, way down there! I look left towards Turn 1 and the banking fades off into the distance. The same to my right. I look towards Turn 3 and 4 and I am overwhelmed at the size of this place. Mike hollers up, "How is it?" I holler back down, "Holly Christmas!" I've got to go down. I turn back facing the fence, my left hand is on the top of the retaining wall, I hesitantly, let go of the catch fence with my right hand and place it on the retaining wall. "Oh God", I think. I go back down backwards, bent over, one hand on the track, step by step. Once on the ground, I turn to Mike and say, "holly s***". He laughs and says, "Get used to it; you'll be spending a lot of time up there. Most of the logos are in the turns".

Back at the shop, Steve, Larry and Brad are sorting the Big & Bold signs. Mike has a list of smaller directional signs he needs. I start to design them on the computer and cut the vinyl lettering. We are in full motion. One good thing about bringing sign guys with you is you don't have to babysit them. We all know what to do.

One thing I forgot to mention, Larry and I brought our wives with us. This would be the last time they go with us. They did not like being away so long. My wife, Harriett, was working, at the time, converting Court Stenographer notes to English for Attorneys. She brought her computer with her and the track gave her an office and internet hook up to do her work. When her work was done, Sally and she would go tour the area.

The next day Mike has artwork. I look at the Talladega logo and my first impression is I don't like it. It will not fit on the walls. It is a curved type logo with long slashes on the "L"s. I draw it to scale on the computer and show Mike. He agrees. He said, "Can you come up with something I can show them?" I said, "I'll make a drawing for you". "Thanks, that's why I have you here", he says as he's walking out the door. I turn to the computer screen and go to work. I draw a TALLADEGA that is straight across. The two "L"s drop below the letters and go all the way under the rest of the letters, fading to a point. At each end are two slashes that are used in the new logo. I printed their logo and mine to show the comparison of how they would look on the wall. The retaining wall at Talladega is a 44" high x 8" thick concrete. On the wall the logo they wanted was 8 feet long. Mine was 64 feet long. They chose mine. Since we were doing 4 of these, we did a "pounce pattern". Because of the length, we did it in four sections. When putting these patterns on the wall it harder than you think, especially on the banking. The track is banked at 34 degrees. The wall is 90 degrees to the track, so when you are up by the wall, in the turns, it actually is angled over you. The pounce pattern wants to hang down. Then there is the wind. That's why we do short patterns.

It's about 7am the next morning and we are ready to tackle our first wall job. We start on the front Straight logo. It is the easiest. I do the layout on the computer and send it to the plotter. The plotter has a pen in it that will draw the layout on the roll of paper. The layout will be printed in 15 foot sections. Once the layout is printed, it is taken into the shop area where it is placed on a large table. Now we need to put the holes in the paper around the outlines so we can pounce the pattern. I use an electrical pounce machine for burning the holes. A metal sheet is placed under the paper, grounded to the machine and the pencil like tool is dragged around the outlines. An arc is formed, burning small holes in the paper. This is where the charcoal dust will go through the holes and leave a charcoal outline on the wall so we can see where to paint. I don't want to do this job, so I just say, "here it is boys, have at it". AAHHhhhh! To be the boss!!! Life is good!

Holes in the pattern, we pack up our paint, patterns, chalk lines and tape and head for the track. Mike meets us out there. We gather in front the wall on the backstretch where the track is flat. I want to get the easy ones done first. Steve Hughey and Brad have coffee in hand, I'm just standing there and there is Larry with his stupid pipe. You can always tell if he's been someplace......ashes all over the place. You should see my truck! One good thing about it is, he can never get lost, just follow the "ash trail".

Anyway, we are ready to start our first of many wall jobs. The placement is set and Mike gives us one word of warning: "Don't get a drop of paint on the track! Especially when working on the banks". He gets in his truck and drives off towards Turn 4. We look at each other and I say, "Let's get at it"! The first step is to locate where the logo is to go on the wall. You can't imagine how important this is. A story on this later. We tape our pattern to the wall. The wall has been painted white and is ready for our artistic touch. Talladega Superspeedway has a group of guys that do nothing else but "paint". It's unbelievable how much white paint is used at this track. The next step is to pounce our pattern. This is one messy job. The charcoal dust is put into a cloth bag, tied shut and this is what you tap onto the pattern to get the dust through the tiny holes onto the wall. I don't want to "pounce", nobody wants to pounce. Just then Larry says, "I'll pounce it". This secured Larry a job at the tracks for the next 5 years! The "pounce man". He was a machine, going down the pattern, slamming and rubbing the bag on the pattern as he went. Bang, bang, bang, swirl, swirl, swirl, and the further he got down the pattern, maybe 40 feet or so, he finally disappeared into the cloud of charcoal dust. When he came back out of the cloud, you knew it was time to paint. Oh yeah, he was black! We carefully roll the pattern up from right to left. This way when you go to the next site, you set a centerline, measure a certain distance left and you have you're starting point. Tape the pattern down and roll it out. Do it the same way every time will eliminate mistakes.

Thinking of what Mike said about paint on the track, I send someone for some cardboard. I don't want to take a chance of spilling paint on my first wall job. The pattern turned out good on the wall. This is where Larry comes up an idea that we use to this day. While working on a job in Corning, NY, painting designs on a concrete walkway over a river, he discovered that using a "Pad Painter" was the ticket to use on rough surfaces. It has a plastic red handle. At a slight angle, a 1.5" x 2.5" bristly pad is slipped on the flat pat of the handle. You lay the pad, flat, on the paint, then you just pull a stroke (line) down the outline. It puts a perfect line on the wall. When we go to Lowe's to get them, we buy them out. They are the only ones that carry "our" brand. All of us being sign painters; it doesn't take long to knock off a 64 foot long "Talladega".

The two flat logos, front and back straight, are done. Tomorrow we will attack the high banks. We drive around the bottom of the track to look at tomorrow’s job. I stop the truck and get out. Everyone else gets out and we are all looking up at the wall...........5 stories up! "Holly s***", I say. "I can't wait, I have to go up and see what it's like to paint up there", I mumble. "Me too", Me too", comes the responses from the others. Away we go, trudging up the 34 degree banking. You think you are in shape? Try this! We get to the top and grab on to the catch fence. Like I said before, the wall (44" high) is 90 degrees to the track. It sort of goes over you when you kneel down to paint. How is the pattern going to stay on, how the hell are we going to paint up here. Oh my God! This is going to be an experience. We are al mumbling to each other, no one listening, all talking. We start back down with this look of wonderment on our faces.........wondering what the hell are we going to do? I must have said "Holly s***" 30 times from the track to the motel. That's all I could say.

We pull into the track at 7am. Today is going to be memorable day. I don't know who came up with the name, but from this day on we would be known as "High Wallers". A select few of brave sign artists, there are others around the country that qualify, challenge the High Banks of these famous race tracks, risking injury or even death, to apply their skill so others may enjoy!

We pull the truck to the center of turn 1 and 2, on the grass and get out. With pattern, charcoal and tape in hand we start up the banking, in an "arrow" formation, like the geese fly, with me in the lead.

Lap 15: We paint on the High Banks

Note from Sallyann: Thank God Tony didn’t elaborate on Harriet’s and my “touring skills” and other experiences in the Great State of Alabama. The day we decided to tour the area, we couldn’t even get out of the motel parking lot. Six highways converged at the front of Howard Johnsons in Oxford, three had traffic lights and to enter the other three you had to know if it was one-way or not. I made Harriet drive. The fact that we ended up in the wrong direction on the one-way streets prevented us from touring anyplace in Alabama other than the motel parking lot. We knew we were pathetic, the guys knew we were pathetic, but, guess what? We didn’t care! Eventually, Harriet figured out which street to take to get out to the track. That was a huge accomplishment, and Harriet will forever be my hero for figuring out which lane to get in.

The one thing Tony should mention in his Lap Tales, is the fact that some people born and raised in Alabama have an accent so southern, their drawl so slow and muffled, it is impossible to understand them. Larry warned me before we left for Talladega that I would find myself in a conversation with the “track boys” and not understand a word they were saying. Boy was he right. One day I was sitting in front of the sign shop at the track and a fellow came along and said something to me. Whatever he had said didn’t amount to many words. But for the life of me I couldn’t understand a word. I apologized and asked again if he could repeat what he was saying. He did, and again I just couldn’t get it. I asked three more times for him to repeat his inquiry. He’d repeat it and each time I’d strain to understand, finally I threw my hands up, totally defeated. He could have stood there for the entire day repeating what he was trying to get across to me and I would never understand. I was learning what it would be like to visit a foreign country. Finally, Lar came out of the shop, and I directed the fellow who was as desperate as me to break the language barrier to Lar. The fellow asked Lar the same thing he had tried to get me to understand for the last half hour, and just as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lar said, “He’s in the main office.” A big smile came across the fellow’s face and he hopped in his truck and left. I looked at Lar and said, “What in the world did he say?” Lar answered, “Where’s Mike?” I said, “That’s what he asked? Where’s Mike?” I was flabbergasted! For the rest of the trip if an Alabaman asked me anything, I would wave my hands in front of my face and say, “I speakee no English!”

Overall, the trip to Alabama was a once in a lifetime experience but the most memorable part occurred on our way home. Because the guys worked around the clock at the track, and, well, the fact that Harriet and I couldn’t get out of the motel parking lot to site see, Lar and I decided to take secondary roads home to New York; a leisurely ride to take in the sights of the south’s back roads. We had just crossed into Georgia and our conversation centered on what a good time we had and how great Alabamans really were, at least those we could understand. But those we couldn’t were the epitome of Southern hospitality. We were in a state of traveler’s euphoria, plenty of time to get home and the open road before us on a bright sunny day with terrific memories of the last two weeks to last a lifetime. We were feeling kind of spiritual as we passed cotton field after cotton field, until I got it in my head that I needed to pick a few balls of cotton and get some of that red earth so typical of the south for souvenirs. Before long we found a field of red dirt and cotton next to the road. Lar pulled over on the grassy shoulder and I jumped out with my plastic “Talladega” glass to put the dirt in. For some reason, I was meant to get the dirt and the cotton because I jumped over the grassy ditch to get them. However, after I retrieved my souvenirs, ignorance of the south set in. I stepped out of the field and walked through the grass on the way back to the car. By the third step, twenty feet from the car, fire ants began to crawl up my legs biting all the way. For those of you who have never been bitten by a fire ant, it is exactly like getting stung by a bee. By the time I reached the car, thank God the door was open, my feet, I had sandals on, and legs were crawling with angry, fire ants. I throw the glass of dirt and cotton at Lar, and he’s looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind. He doesn’t have a clue as to what is wrong with me. The last time he saw me I was his happy, sedate wife on a mission, now I’m screaming, cursing, ripping at my clothes and swatting at my legs and feet. Finally, the words FIRE ANTS and GET GOING escapes from of my mouth. Typical Lar says, “Can ya handle them?” and typical me, says ”Yeah.” Lar pulls out while I’m smushing, crunching, and swatting, flattening, killing ants while yowling in pain from the bites. Every one of those little bastards bit me. We travel about a mile up the road and I look up for a second, just time enough to see a black and white cat run right under our car. I wait to feel the gruesome “thump” before I chase down another ant in my shorts. Now if you thought I was hysterical before? I’m devastated. A maniac depression set in so deep a bottle of Prozac wouldn’t touch it. Lar assured me we didn’t hit the cat. He said he saw it run out from under the car and cross the road. I’m thinking, you’re just trying to spare me more pain. I didn’t see the cat run across the road BECAUSE I WAS STILL KILLING ANTS. Within twenty minutes from the Georgia border the “blush” of a great traveling experience had faded into a kind of hell. Yeah, I had my red dirt, my cotton balls and warm and fuzzy memories of Alabama up until that moment. I looked over at Lar and with a fire ant trapped between my thumb and index fingernails I pinched and chopped its head off and said, “Let’s get the hell out of the South.” We found an on ramp to next major four-lane and drove straight home.

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Talladega Slashes

Talladega Slashes
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Drugs Effect on Cancer Stuns Doctors

ORLANDO, Fla. (AP) -- No one could have been more surprised than the doctors themselves. They were just hoping to relieve the symptoms of a deadly blood disorder -- and ended up treating the disease itself. In nearly half of the people who took the experimental drug, the cancer became undetectable.

Click on the headline and read the whole article. The drug sounds promising.

Seniors First Trip

Seniors First Trip
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
The Lindley-Presho Senior Citizen's took their first trip to the Ray Evens Seneca Theatre to see Tom Netherton of the Lawrence Welk Show and gamble, yes, that's right, gamble at the Seneca Allegany Casino in Salamanca, New York. The 36 seniors who went on the trip said the trip was great. Tom Netherton was fantastic and no one lost their shirts to the one armed bandits. In fact, Florence Haar, immediately upon arrival won $500. Rather than press her luck, Florence refused to play anymore and decided to wait out the trip in the lobby to secure her winnings. Seniors are always sensible. Sharon Clark won $200, Helen Pease won $60 and Janette Miller won $45. Peggy Miller said no one was a big loser.

The Seniors also enjoyed an "all you can eat buffet" at the Casino.

You all know the saying: What happens in Salamanca stays in Salamanca.

The Seniors next trip will be June 17 to Lockport, NY to take a narrated cruise- "Fifteen Miles With Sal on the Erie Canal." They will travel under lift bridges, see the "Flight of Five" and experience the engineering marvel of the 19th century as they "lock through" the rock cut of the Niagara Escarpment. They will also enjoy a buffet luncheon at Lockport's Canalside and attend a nostalgic musical performance by Ron and Nancy OneSong in the Parlor Theater at the Medina Stone Farm.

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Wednesday, May 18, 2005

16,442 Visits to Red-StaterWisdoms

Since December 3, 2005 there have been 16,442 "first time" and "returning visitors" to the Red-StaterWisdoms blog.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Completion of Route 15 a Possibility

WASHINGTON (AP) -- The Senate moved toward approval of a giant highway bill that exceeds the spending ceiling set by the White House, challenging the administration over what would be President Bush's first veto.

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Evolution or Intelligent Design

Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

The flattid bug: A weak link in Darwin's theory of evolution.

"In African Genesis, Robert Ardrey mentions an example that seems to me a conclusive argument against total, uncompromising Darwinism: the flattid bug. He was standing with the anthropologist L.B.S. Leakey, looking at a coral-coloured blossom like a lilac. Leakey touched the twig, and the flower dissolved into a swarm of tiny insects. A few minutes later the insects re-settled on the twig, crawled over one another's back, and once again became a coral-cloured blossom, a flower which does not exist in nature. Some of the insects were green; some were half green and half pink; others were deep coral; they arranged themselves so as to look like a flower with a green tip." Colin Wilson

Bomb Threat at West High

Corning West students searched after bomb threat
By Bryce T. Hoffman
The Leader

Every student was a suspect Monday morning as staff at West High School rifled through purses and backpacks looking for the perpetrator of a weekend bomb threat.
Cleaners discovered the threat Saturday morning in the girl’s rest room. It was scrawled in pen on a paper dispenser, said Painted Post Police Chief Don Yost. He declined to release the text of the threat.
A state police dog assisted as officers combed the building for explosives. Parents were notified of the situation via the Corning-Painted Post school district’s automated calling system.
The searches on Monday revealed nothing unusual but “we have possible suspects,” Yost said. The district has posted a $300 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of the person responsible.
Searches will continue on a random basis, said Ellen Robinson, assistant superintendent for instruction.
A child younger than 16 would face proceedings in juvenile court in addition to school disciplinary actions. A suspect 16 or older could be charged with filing a false report, a crime punishable by time in jail, Yost said.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Town Board Meeting-May 10, 2005


























The Left-In Bed With Al Qaeda

We are at war.
The United States has a standing army.
The jihadist (our enemies) do not.
Our enemies can not win this war with military might.
How can they win this war if they do not have the weapons to bring us down?
The jihadist can win the War on Terror with propaganda: The systematic widespread promotion of a particular doctrine or idea distributed to win people over to a particular doctrine.
Propaganda influences people’s minds.
How did the jihadist know propaganda could defeat a mighty nation like the United States?
Because the jihadist studied the powerful effects of propaganda during the Viet Nam War.
The US did not lose the Viet Nam War militarily. Propaganda lost the war for the US.
54,000 soldiers died in vain in Viet Nam because anti-war propaganda generated by the Left and expertly manipulated by the North Vietnamese Communist systematically broke the political will and resolve of the American people.
Jane Fonda, John Kerry, the Smothers Brothers, the entire elite media and every stoned out rebel on our college campuses were the most effective weapons used against the United States during the Viet Nam War. Pol Pot was most appreciative.
Osama bin Laden, al-Zarqawi and the entire jihadist movement are not stupid.
Viet Nam showed them how to defeat the United States.
That’s why they included propaganda techniques in the “Al Qaeda Training Manual” to manipulate the American and European Left: Excerpt from the training manual:

If an indictment is issued and the trial begins the brother has to pay attention to the following:
1. At the beginning of the trial once more the brothers must insist on proving that torture was inflicted on them by State Security (investigators) before the judge.
2. Complain to the court of mistreatment while in prison.

Anyone with a Liberal political ideology is "predisposed" to believe anti-American rhetoric and true to form, the Left has been dutifully complicit in the widespread promotion of anti-American propaganda ever since the War on Terror started, by printing and airing countless stories on the “crimes committed by the US military and the Bush administration.” Without the Left, Al Qaeda could never launch a successful propaganda program. In order to succeed, Al Qaeda needs the Left to influence the American people and the world against the War on Terror.

Want to see how Al Qaeda can so easily manipulate the Left as instructed in the Al Qaeda Training Manual? Go here to Daily Kos, one of the most Liberal blogs on the internet.

Want to read the Al Qaeda Training Manual…go here

Al Qaeda plans on winning the War on Terror, and it will as long as they have the Left chipping away at American will and resolve by “distributing” virulent anti-American propaganda. It worked in Viet Nam and it will work on the War on Terror. More than half of the American people are against the war. The Left leads the anti-war movement. And Al Qaeda leads the Left around by its nose undermining American will, resolve and credibility.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Newsweek Reports-People Die

May 23 issue - "Did a report in NEWSWEEK set off a wave of deadly anti-American riots in Afghanistan? That's what numerous news accounts suggested last week as angry Afghans took to the streets to protest reports, linked to us, that U.S. interrogators had desecrated the Qur'an while interrogating Muslim terror suspects. We were as alarmed as anyone to hear of the violence, which left at least 15 Afghans dead and scores injured. But I think it's important for the public to know exactly what we reported, why, and how subsequent events unfolded." From the Editor's Desk at Newsweek.

Note from Sallyann: Sometimes it pays to dig a little deeper for the other side of the story. Main Stream Media has been reporting about the anti-American riots in Afghanistan that were caused by a Newsweek story. What you haven't been hearing is the story that caused the anti-American protest was not corroborated, but printed as if it were. Click on the link below and read Newsweek's updated comments. Also, go to the LittleGreenFootballs link on the sidebar for a more indepth overview of Newsweeks Liberal bias that threatens to cause an uprising in Afghanistan that will make Iraq's insurgency look like a walk in the park. I'm telling ya....the Left is just about brain dead when it comes to identifying what is dangerous anti-American propaganda...or is it? Seems to me the Left knows what it's doing. Only this time they can't weasel out of it. Their anti-American rhetoric got people killed and the finger of blame points directly at them. Do you think they'll learn from this? Don't count on it.

The Pantry Gets A New Sign

The Pantry Gets A New Sign
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Tony Vickio-Lap 13

Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Experiences of "The World Famous"
by: Tony Vickio

Painting at the Famous Race Tracks

Lap 13: Back to the Glen and then back to Talledaga!

The next morning we woke up around 7:00am. That was a good move to get some sleep! Walking out of the motel it was very humid. Looking up at the sky, it looked like we may run into some rain. "Let it rain", I thought. We hit perfect weather the last week, allowing us to get our work done, so I actually didn't mind it raining. We jump in the Mustang, I take the first "tour of duty" driving, turn the key and the engine comes to life. I think, "The poor engine doesn't realize it isn't going to shut off for 19 hours "! We stopped at the first gas station we came to, filled 'er up, get some snacks and headed north towards Chattanooga. We were on a long drive home, straight through. As you drive, your mind wanders to thought after thought. What a trip! Thinking as I drive, I can't believe we survived. I call my wife, Harriett, every night so I know what's happening back home. It's not easy being away from home for so long! I can't wait to see my wife! After being away for a couple of weeks, what work do I have waiting for me in my sign shop? I set up schedules with customers before I go on a trip, so they know what I am doing. I even keep in touch with them from the Race Track. Still, when I get back to the shop, there is no rest time. I have to start work the first day I'm back! I am going to be swamped!

Little did I know that the grass job we did at Talladega for Britten Banners would be the last "big" grass painting we would do there. The next time we go back to Talladega, I would start a whole new type of painting. We would be known as "the Highwallers". This will be covered in a future series of "Tales".

On the way home we switched off driving at every fillup. The trip went smoothly and we finally made it back home. It was a little over three weeks before Bobby touched any form of alcohol. I had no urge for the "vile brew" myself. That moonshine was that brutal!

I'm now in my shop working on business signs, lettering some trucks and going about business. I am busy! Mixed in this mess I have at the shop is a call I got from Watkins Glen International. They want to see me about some signs. I get a few minutes and run up to the track. Tim Coleman (now General Manager), tells me of some new sign work. We look over some basic signs, 4'x8's, a couple of 12' x 36' billboards, then he pulls out a drawing and smiling, shoves it across his desk in front of me. I look at it and it is a photo of a pair of Serengeti Sunglasses. What's this? "Do they want this painted on a billboard?" He smiles and says, "No, they want
to know if you can make a pair of these 16 feet wide". I hold the paper up in front of me and say, "are you s****ing me"? "Nope", he says. "They want them mounted on a platform inside of Turn 2 so the camera up in the "Esses" will catch them", he says. "Holy s***", I say again. "Can you do it? They are sending the factory drawings as they want them to be exactly like the real ones" Tim says, looking at me with a "wonder if you can" look. I say, "I will have to think about how to do the lenses". That's the only thing that I see trouble with right now. Each lens will have to be about 6' x 6' ! I left the track with my mind working at a furious pace to figure how I'm going to approach this unique "sign". I really want to do this job! Back at the shop, everything stops. I have to think. This project is going to be FUN, maybe. I will need help. Who can I get to help? I will need someone with warped "vision", an eye for getting something to look like what is on the paper and a mind that could go anywhere. I recently met just the guy! Bob Timmerman. Bob owns a sign shop (Sunshine Signs) in Dryden, NY. He is about 30 miles from my shop. I call him and ask if he would be interested in helping me on the Serengeti project. He's quiet for a few seconds and then says, "Sure, why not". You see, his mind can go anywhere, but getting it to come back is the problem. He often says about his mind, "You don't wanna go in there!" He says, "Yeah, let's do it!" He suggests we do the job at his shop because of the large open area he has. Bob's shop is on the second floor of a huge building. It has a lot of open floor space. Perfect! It's a deal. We are in the "sunglass" business.

We get the "blueprints" from Serengeti and we start to plan. We search and search (before the internet) and finally find a company in Syracuse, NY to cut our lenses. Once cut, we have them coated to match the tint on the real glasses. Now, we have this huge pair of lenses sitting in the shop. The frames are the real challenge. A combination of plywood, 2x4s, 1" foam insulation board, glue and paint and we are ready to start fabrication of a huge pair of sunglasses.

First, we take the blueprints from Serengeti and scale the drawing dimensions upward! We cut the frame shape out of 1/4" plywood. The frames around the lenses are actually curved. To accomplish this, we built a "jig" on the floor and bent the frames (plywood) over it and screwed it to the floor. Then we cut a second frame from 1/4" plywood and laminated it over the first piece. When the glue dried, the frame was taken off the floor and it retained its curved shape. The second frame we cut was a 1/2" smaller on the inside so the lenses would fit in. The bows were formed from 2x4s and a plywood shape was attached for the ear piece. Now we needed shape. We glued foam board to the frames and ear piece. With a lot of grinding and sanding, we finally got the foam into the shape we wanted. A nice paint job and they were ready for delivery. One good thing that came from this job is that Bob and I became best of friend's. He appears in later "tales".

At the track, they caused quite a stir! Drivers often commented on them after they came back in after a run. "I came around Turn 2 and there were these huge, f****** sunglasses"! was often heard. Serengeti was happy! They were a pain to put up. You see, they could not be left out. We were afraid of wind and vandalism, so before each race, they had to be put on a flatbed truck, hauled out to the platform, put together and set up, then right after the race taken apart and hauled back to the storage building. Once, after a race we caught a fan coming across the track with a cordless drill. He was headed for the glasses! As drunk as he was, I don't know what he was thinking. He never could have carried them off alone.

Jobs like this make me proud when we are done and it turns out as it should. I couldn't think of working in a factory or office. This job is for me! I often sit and wonder if something "new" is ever going to come about again. So far these "new" jobs always have a way of showing up when you least expect it.

A year goes by and Talladega calls. This time the message is completely different. Seems they contracted the grass to a new company in Atlanta. A new marketing twist at Talladega has produced a new theme, "Big and Bold". They want this all over the place. There will be a large number of signs ranging from 4'x8' signs to signs that are in the 200 sq.ft. range. We decide to use Alumalite for the panels. This is a great material. It is made of two sheets of aluminum with a 1/4" plastic core. Very rigid and light. I decide to do the signs in my shop over the winter and then put them in a truck and take them down when we go to the Speedway. They figure we will be there two weeks. Also they say, they want some lettering on the retaining walls. I want to make "Pounce Patterns", but they do not have artwork yet. To solve this, I decide to box up my 30" plotter, computer, scanner and printer and take them with me. There is an office in the sign shop at the Maintenance building that I can set up my equipment. Signs finished, we are ready to once more go back to Talledega.

I will need help. A few years ago, Steve Hughey came to my shop, when it was In Ithaca, NY, to see my new Gerber Vinyl cutter. I was one of the first in the area to have one and he wanted to see it work. He owned a sign shop in Corning, NY and we became very good friends. One day, on the golf course, Steve brought along this sad excuse for a human by the name of Larry Orr. Would you believe he owns a sign shop in Lindley, NY! Needless to say, we became best of friends. As a matter of fact, his wife Sally, hosts this "blog" site. Did you see the word "golf" a few lines back? We are all addicted to the game. To this day, we (Bob, Steve, Larry and me) meet once a week at a different course and proceed to tear each other up with verbal abuse and slurs. This golf thing carried over to our trips as you will see later.

At this time, Steve had a helper, who now has his own sign shop, named Brad Daudlin. He lives in Beaver Damns, NY. Brad had an older, Brown Ford Pick Up. Sound familiar (Britten Banner truck). He wanted so much to go on this trip, so we said, "you haul the signs down and you can go". We loaded the truck with the signs and away he went, front wheels off the ground. He left a couple of days before we did as he wanted to stop along as he had a hell of a load in the truck and wanted to take his time. We decided to take my wife's Ford Explorer. All of my computer stuff and our sign kits fit in it. Larry and Steve would ride with me. This mission would be different. Much different. So much so, it would set the stage for a different kind of painting for years to come.

We arrive at the track about 2 in the afternoon and greet Mike and the gang. It is getting like we never left. We park at the Sign Shop, located in the Maintenance building and start to unload the "stuff". Brad is already there unloading the many signs so we help him first. There are so many signs! We stack them along the wall of the shop. Inside we set up all the computer stuff. We are here! We are ready for this new challenge, whatever it is. Officially we start work tomorrow, but getting this "set up" stuff done early, really gives us only a day.

Monday we are at the track by 7a.m. We go into the "coffee" room where Mike and a few other guys are already planning the day and of course the regular round of bulls***. Today Mike wants to start putting up the "Big and Bold" signs. Then he says, "let's go for a ride, I want to show you where we want new logos." I get in the truck and we head for the retaining walls on the "high banks" off the race track.

Lap 14: We become "Highwallers"

Big and Bold

Big and Bold
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Lindley-Presho Fireman's Chicken Bar-B-Que

Lar, Cloe and I lit out at 11:25 a.m. to get to the Fire Hall before they opened the doors at 11:30 to start selling the dinners. Everyone knows if you get there too late, like Noon, the chicken will be gone. The early bird gets the "bird". As usual the chicken was delicious.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

L-P Fireman's Chicken Bar-B-Que

L-P Fireman's Chicken Bar-B-Que
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
Chicken Bar-B-Que tomorrow.

Dirt Road Perspective

Muddy road -1925
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Leave it to Kitty to put dirt roads into perspective "historically."

Kitty said: Saw your write up on roads . While at the conference met a lady researching Plank Roads. I remembered having the photo in the attachment-so sent it to her for her students to see. It is from the 2003 Big Flats,NY Calendar. Living on a dirt road could be a lot worse although sometimes-it feels like what you are about to see. You will need to enlarge to see the caption. Enjoy

Click on the headline "Dirt Road Perspective" to see an enlarged view of the photo and read the caption.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Dirt Roads Versus Paved

Dirt Roads Versus Paved
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Whenever a crowd forms in Lindley, no matter what time of year, the debate over dirt roads versus paved almost always comes up. Invariably, the dispute is between those who live on dirt roads and those who live on paved. Each has vast amounts of experience to back up their arguments. Dirt-roaders complain of dust, potholes the size of Kansas and impassable roads during the spring and winter seasons. Pavers complain of irresponsible drivers speeding along threatening life and limb, and just try to keep a cat alive on a paved road. Both sides have valid points; however I only mentioned a few.

A few years ago a team of Lindley citizens in conjunction with Planning Board Members rewrote the Zoning Laws and created a more defined Comprehensive Plan for the town. In essence, after polling the citizens of Lindley it was determined that Lindley should remain "rural". The rewriting of the Comprehensive plan closed the doors to any development that would alter Lindley's historic rural nature. Although it's not an obvious connection, in many ways, the issue of dirt roads versus paved is part of that ideology.

Dirt roads are ideologically connected to rural thought as paved roads are fundamental to progressive thinking. There is definitely more to this argument than dust versus speed.

Technology being readily available in the form of the Red-StaterWisdoms blog, we can have a "panel discussion" about dirt roads versus paved. This would be an important dialogue, especially if Town Officials will engage in the discussion. It is my understanding that the Lindley Highway Superintendent has a plan, but does it coincide with the "will of the people?" The larger question is: What is the will of the people? Hopefully in the coming weeks, if citizens and Town Officials participate in the discussion on the blog, we will investigate all sides to this debate. As it stands right now, many citizens are unsure of the town's direction concerning our roads. I believe that's why the debate continues.

A few questions for Town Officials to begin the debate:
1.) Does the Town have a Comprehensive Highway Plan?
2.) If so, what is it?
3.) If there isn't a Comprehensive Highway Plan, as a town do we need to collectively come together to decide whether or not the issue of our roads should be approached in the same focused/organized manner just as the team did when they rewrote the Comprehensive Plan to legally align the town's consensus to remain rural?

I will act as moderator of the debate, and present questions, if needed, to further the debate along and make sure all key issues of the debate are brought forward.

For transparency purposes, all Town Officials responding to the debate/questions should attach their names to their comments.

Let the discussion begin. Keep it clean and honest!

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Brenda Caroline Mullikin-Criss

Brenda Caroline Mullikin-Criss
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.
A 1963 graduate of Painted Post High School.

Is there no wonder Jim Criss took a second look at this Lindley Assessor all those years ago?

In the Painted Post Senior Class Will: Brenda Mullikin and Scott Adriance leave their helpful hints on "How to Know Your Faculty Better" to Ed Harnish.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Remembering Painted Post High School

Painted Post High School
Originally uploaded by Sally Ann.

Note from Sallyann: Since I posted the site on the blog for an open discussion concerning the Middle School Facilities Proposal to be voted on June 21, many of the comments centered on the old Painted Post High School. Although many people would like the district to renovate Painted Post into a third middle school, we were told the cost and the lack of "green space" would keep this from happening, much to my distress. Feeling a bit nostalgic, I wandered upstairs to my library room and retrieved an old"Poster yearbook" from 1963, the last year Painted Post functioned as a high school.

As I turned the pages, most of which were stuck together, I saw old classmates, some long forgotten, but easily remembered when I traced my finger along their names beneath their class pictures. I wanted more than anything to post a photo or two of the kids who walked the halls of the "Blue & White" that last year, but what class, what group, what teacher? To scan in one photo wasn't enough to properly memorialize a building that has stood since 1868 and only recently designated useless as a school.

I have an obsession with old buildings like Painted Post High School. They are our link to the past not only for their architecture, (although it should be a crime to ignore or tear them down believing they are structurally unsound, or worse yet, to pave the way for progress), but for what they stood for in the community. That old school on Charles Street was the heart and soul of Painted Post, the town. When it thrived as an institution of learning, it filled the streets with excitement, hope and purpose. And when Painted Post became your alma mater it was a place to go back to and remember who you were and where you came from. Without an old building like Painted Post standing stoically as a keeper of the American Dream we will forget our traditions and our values. Some would say that has already happened.

I wanted to honor that old building with a photo as it passed into obsolescence, but I came across something even better in the pages of the 1963 Poster: it was a speech by E. Douglas Bonham from the class of 1900 before the Painted Post High School Alumni Association Banquet, June 23, 1962. In the speech, Mr. Bonham speaks of history, traditions and values, the essence of a building now standing empty. I yield the floor to Mr. Bonham....

Mr. Toastmaster, members of the Board of Education, members of the Faculty, Fellow Alumni, members of the Class of 1962, Ladies and Gentlemen, good evening.
There are two things that are might hard to do-kiss a girl backing up and living up to an introduction such as you have just heard. I will make no attempt to do the latter.
When it was suggested that I give a little history of our Painted Post Schools, here this evening under the title of “The Little Red School House”, it was announced that the keynote for the evening would be brevity. I will be brief, at least I will try not to be like the preacher who announced to his congregation one Sunday morning that his discourse would be upon the Prophets and so he proceeded to go down the long list of Prophets describing each one in great detail and painstakingly placing each one in his proper niche in the halls of time and at long last with his congregation tired and groggy, he said, “And now good people we come to Malachi, and where shall I place Malachi?”, and a little old fellow down toward the front jumped up and cried out, “Put him right here in my place, Parson, I’m going home.”
Right at the start, let me emphasize the fact that in whatever I may say here this evening I will be speaking not as the representative of any group or organization, but simply as an individual who is deeply interested in Painted Post, the greatest village per square foot in the USA.
Why am I so interested? My great Grandfather was a member of the State Legislature from the Painted Post Territory. He was a member of the Convention that revised the Constitution in 1821. I was born in Painted Post and am now the oldest Painted Post native living in the Village. My roots are deep in the Painted Post Territory.
Now for a bit of school history.
The first Painted Post school house of which there is record was located on the north side of the old Painted Post-Bath highway. It would be around 500 feet westerly from the present Ingersoll-Rand pattern shop. That first school house was a plank building, wood colored and not red. It was eventually taken down and a tenant house for the Hodgman brother’s farm built on its site. Some of you have seen that tenant house, for at one time it was the dwelling of the P.R.Kinsella family.
The School District on its part guaranteed to keep a sufficient supply of fuel on hand and to have the windows washed.
In 1848 or 1849, Arthur Erwin built a school house on his farm. As a boy I knew it as the Scott Erwin farm. You people know it today as the Robert Dann farm.
That school house would be in the center of the present bridge over the misplaced Conhocton River. It would be about opposite of the C.J.Chatfield house, a large two family dwelling located well back from the Addison Road. Some of you people knew it as the McCray house.
The Watson McCray and the Willis J. Masters families lived there for years. Mrs. McCray and Mrs. Masters were Chatfield sisters.
That school house as built by Arthur Erwin was a two story frame building about 50x75 feet with a one story wing on both the north and south sides so that the overall frontage on the Addison Road was about 100 feet.
Having been built by an Erwin, it had a projecting front gable supported by four colonnades just as our auditorium does today.
The model brick building together with its site and furniture cost $14,000 and it was our first red school house.
Major McGrath was also the architect for the Methodist Church built in 1850 on the corner of Chemung and Steuben Streets, as well as for the Bronson Block, now the Scudder Building, on the southwest corner of Hamilton and Water and the Baptist Church on Water Street, both built in 1860.
The Bronson Opera House on the third floor of the Bronson Block was the largest auditorium in Steuben County when it was built.
All of Major McGrath’s buildings are still in use.
When I attended the Painted Post Union School, Miss Wolcott taught the first four grades in one of the two first floor rooms and Miss Beehtel taught the next four grades in the other.
There was one large room on the second floor and one class room where Mrs. Mason, the Preceptress, taught her classes. The principal taught his classes in the front center seats in the study hall and this at times led to a bit of confusion.
For instance, a boy might be doing his bookkeeping assignment at the rear of the study hall while a Latin class was in progress at the front, and when he came to check his work he might find that instead of shipping five barrels of flour to John Smith he had consigned the flour to Julius Caesar.
There were two slippery elm trees in the side yard. A well-chewed end of slippery elm will nestle very nicely in a girl’s hair when propelled by a rubber band. The punishment for misdeeds was real and rough and nearly always came in a double dose for when a boy was chastised at school, he and his father visited the family woodshed that evening.
Folks, it was a sad, sad day for America when woodshed were abolished.
There was no physical education in the school then, but we did manage to get some exercise. In favorable weather we could play outside without supervision during recess period. Inside we could exercise an arm by raising it and then meander over to the water pail to drink from the same dipper all the other kids in the room used or we could exercise the fingers (raise the arm and open one, then two fingers) and then trudge 25 or 30 yards through the snow to the seven-holer and after an interval trudge back again.
The ground on the south side of the building sloped quite sharply and at the south boundary line there was an almost perpendicular drop-off from six to eight feet so that some winters there was quite a pond in the school yard.
The ice on that school yard pong was unusual because for some reason it would never let a boy break through until just as the last bell was ringing and then, of course, the wet boy would have to hurry home and his solicitous Mother would keep him there for the afternoon. Not an unbearable hardship.
In 1911, a three-story addition was erected at the front of the brick building. Dr. J.N.Shumway, the first of our three Shumway doctors, was President of the Board of Education at the time and was largely instrumental in getting that bond issue across.
In 1924-25 the present gym, auditorium and high school were built.
The unbounded enthusiasm engendered by the unexpected success of our 1924 basketball team was the main incentive in putting that bond issue through.
And now 38 years later some of the members of that team led by their captain have provided the spark and done much of the spade work in the reactivation of Alumni Association.
And now in 1962, the Corning Consolidated School District is about to build a new high school on the Parsons Field. But, folks, do not for one moment be misled by the name of the District. Painted Post was here first. This whole area, including six townships was the Painted Post Territory. The stained Post was here when the white man arrived.
Elementary schools in the District have been named for distinguished personages. Should the new Corning school be called Houghton High (East High) that would be just fine and logical, but here we have an entirely different situation. For one hundred and fifty years our schools have carried the name of a famous area. For Painted Post is a famous area. It has a great history. It has deep, deep tradition. And folks, here is something which for me at least bears a peculiar significance. I hope it remains in the minds of others.
Our new high school (West High) about to be built will be located on the same farm on which that first Painted Post plank school was built.
The Painted Post must be perpetuated. It must not vanish from our community nor from our High School.
“Montour” has spoken.
And thanks for not going home.