Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Alderman Art Knows BS

Does anybody remember Bo Jackson?  Bo Jackson was a Heisman Trophy winner from Auburn.  He played in the NFL with the Los Angeles Raiders and played Major League Baseball with the Kansas City Royals.  In the late 80's and early 90’s he endorsed Nike cross-trainers with the successful "Bo Knows" advertising campaign.  Some of the famous ads were; Bo Knows Football, Bo Knows Baseball, and then there's the time he went on stage and played guitar with the great Bo Diddley.  Bo Diddley states afterwards,  "Bo, you don't know diddley."

Well Bo may know football, but Alderman Art knows BS.

Before I begin let me give you my qualifications for being an expert in BS.

First and foremost we have to look at education.  I have a BS degree.  In fact, there is a gold foil stamp under my BS degree that indicates I graduated magna cum laude.   This means that I excelled in the pursuit of my knowledge of BS.

Work experience.  I sold used cars for nearly a decade in the toughest automotive market in the world...Southern California.  To be successful in such a competitive marketplace means you will have tons of BS experience.

Recently, I completed a three-year appointment to a national USPS advisory board.  This meant that I was able to travel to Washington DC several times a year and sit at the big table with high-ranking federal employees.  This experience enabled me to hear and partake in BS at a national level.

With all of this BS experience, I must say that the BS served up by the opposition is low grade.  You see, speaking as an expert, quality BS should have some elements of truth in it.

The opposition talks about stagnant.  I would suggest they look up the meaning of that word instead of selling the public their BS.

The mayor dealt with a 4-million dollar lawsuit from the EPA because the previous people practiced their "Ostrich Politics" of burying their heads in the sand and ignored 4 years worth of letters.


She acquired new computers and greatly enhanced the network environment at City Hall because the previous people again buried their heads in the sand and pretended obsolete operating systems, viruses, and an unstable network was the way to conduct the business of the city.

She allowed the Redevelopment Agency to be disbanded because when you put your head in the sand and hold the city hostage with your promises, don't meet to discuss the future, and then state you were looking at developers pretty pictures, you lose faith with the citizens of Derby.

She formed a blight subcommittee to deal with blight rather than to talk about it.  By the way, the former people were funded to do exactly what we've done, but instead, once again chose to bury their heads in the sand and do nothing.  To date, three buildings have been torn down, with several more on the way.  The blight subcommittee has led to a clean and lien program which cleans up blighted properties and bills the owners.  This has also led to the formation of a volunteer group called Derby Cares.  Derby Cares will help residents with light maintenance needs to either get off or prevent people from being added to the blight list.

On the mayor's watch we have seen the development of Pershing Drive and the clean up of the blighted former Dworkin Chevrolet.  The Derby Cellular property has been sold and we are in the final negotiations of acquiring a property in the redevelopment zone.

Our mayor made cleaning up our city a priority.  Look at the wonderful work our Public Works Department has been doing.  Have you seen the entrance to Witek Park, the Ryan Athletic Complex, and the many repainted crosswalks throughout the city?

This mayor worked with the tax office and collected over a million dollars in taxes that were owed.  The others chose to bury their heads in the sand and just let this cycle of uncollected debt drain the city coffers.

This mayor dealt with our sewage treatment plant and roads by allowing the citizens of Derby to decide what to do by going to referendum.  Despite having a referendum ready to go two years ago, the others kept their heads buried in the sand because they didn't want to deal with these real challenges during an election year.

She conducts weekly open hours for the citizens to meet with her, has hosted several public Discover Derby events to seek input on the direction of our city, and she has consistently let the best people lead.  Mayor Dugatto doesn't care if your name has a D, an R or a U after it.

So to the opposition, I would like to say go peddle your low grade BS somewhere else.  The people of Derby are sick and tired of your petty divisive antics and see that this city is becoming vibrant with each day Mayor Dugatto is at the helm...and that my friends is no BS.

Monday, July 13, 2015

From now on your Delta Tau Chi name is Flounder

In about one month, I will attempt to hike to the summit of Mt. Whitney in California.  Mt. Whitney is the highest summit in the contiguous United States with an elevation of 14,505 feet.

Normally, the hike is a 2-3 day hike to the summit.  I will be trying to climb 11 miles up and 11 miles back down in a single day.  In other words, my group and I will be doing an extreme hike.

An extreme hike sounds interesting except for the fact that I get winded walking up to my mailbox (anyone who has been to my driveway understands that there is no disgrace from being out of breath after walking up my driveway).


Anyways, my buddy, Scott has been following my progress on Facebook and has offered me advice when I've asked for it.  My latest attempt at understanding where I am (and where I need to be) with regards to training occurred when I told Scott my training regimen.


"Well Scott, I've been going to the gym and setting the incline on the treadmill to 15.  I just ran a 5k road race and I've been on a couple of small hikes."


He replied, "Sounds good.  Try doing long distance runs or hikes at least once a week and climb 3-4 thousand foot elevations and you'll be fine."


Is that all?  I'm having a problem with the "you'll be fine" line.


I just climbed the highest summit in Connecticut three weeks ago.  The elevation was 2,316 feet, but the actual elevation gain for that hike was a mere 1,560 feet.


Two weeks ago, I did a 10-mile hike up and down two moderately sized mountains (mere hills when compared to Whitney) and was limping the last 1 1/2 miles back to my car. Going downhill was taking its toll on my knees to the point that I was wincing in pain with each step.  Never mind the fact that I couldn't walk for nearly two days after the hike.


Last week, I flew up a mountain and back while wearing knee support and I felt fine.  Of course, my pace was 26 minutes per mile.  Let's see, if I use 26 minutes per mile as a baseline.  For the sake of my poor math skills, we'll round up to 1 mile per thirty minutes or 2 miles per hour.  At that pace, I should complete the 22 miles in 11 hours.


But wait...the books say it takes 16-20 hours to complete the round-trip journey.  It looks like I would need to hike at a 1.25 mile per hour pace to be in that range.


This past weekend, I went up three grueling mountains and back and felt great.  No knee pain and was able to walk afterwards.  Although it seems like the training is paying off, the hike was only 5 1/2 miles.  Twenty-two miles is a whole other ballgame.

Let's talk about my group.

It seems like there will be five of us.  Scott, his youngest son, Gus, and two of Scott's California friends (Tim and Kevin).


While communicating with Scott he told me they all have nicknames.  I don't know if this is a ritual sort of thing or tradition when you attempt Mt. Whitney, but Scott is known as Scott the Wolf.  His son, Gus is known as Gus the Bus.  Tim the Dragon is on board as is Kevin the Brown Trout.


Me?  Well I can't help thinking of the movie Animal House.  The scene where John Belushi gives everyone their Delta Tau Chi names.




It seems that Scott has proclaimed that from now on, my Mt. Whitney name is Arturo the Viking.