Casino in Foxboro is a losing bet

On January 23, 2012, in Around Foxboro, Foxboro, by admin

by Robert Gillis
Published in the Foxboro Reporter 9/2011
(Keeping it at the top of the web site for a while)

Please sign the online petition to Mr. Kraft at http://www.change.org/petitions/mr-kraft-please-do-the-right-thing

“Well I got a job and put my money away / But I got debts no honest man can pay / So I drew what I had from the Central Trust / And I bought me and my baby two tickets on that coast city bus… Meet me tonight in Atlantic City.” — Bruce Springsteen, Atlantic City

I write these words not to any particular elected official, board member, or organization, but to everyone in Foxboro. This one may be a little all over the place, so bear with me. It’s from the heart.

People of Foxboro, PLEASE do not even consider building a casino in Foxboro. It will be the beginning of the end for this town.

I’m not a Foxboro “townie” but have made this village my home these past 20 years. My love of Foxboro is well known.

While Foxboro has changed much in two decades, it still holds onto many of its small town characteristics, it’s “Mayberry” charm. Patriot place is classy. Our new post office incorporated architectural facades to honor our past. The new senior center likewise is beautiful. Chestnut Green is remarkable. Plans for the new library take into account our history and how well the new building will fit in the old neighborhood. It seems that when new development is underway here in town, measures are made to ensure the new construction fits in with the old.

Like all towns, we have seen good times and bad. We fight amongst ourselves, but Foxboro is unique because united we can do anything. Look at the 9/11 memorial a few weeks ago. THAT was what we can accomplish as a community. We are blessed with so much generosity and abundance. For uncountable reasons, this is indeed, a great place to live.

Build a casino here and that will change. It is the road to hell. It’s George Bailey wandering the altered streets of his beloved Bedford Falls and seeing “Girls, Girls Girls” and gambling dens.

I’m not overreacting here. I’m not being funny. I’m honestly worried. I can see the future, and I don’t want to live here when it arrives.

I have no moral opposition to gambling; it’s your money, do what you want with it.

But I’ve been to Atlantic City exactly once, back in the 80s. First thing we were told? DO NOT go off the boardwalk after dark. Because two steps outside the bright lights and excitement is the worst poverty I have ever seen in the United States. Atlantic City was promised a lot to get those Casinos built. All of the promises made to improve the surrounding poor neighborhoods were forgotten once the Casinos went up.

I also visited Las Vegas once, also in the 80s, and have made several trips to Foxwoods to see concerts. Being in a casino is fascinating. After I gamble (and lose) my usual $20 on 25 cent poker machines, I like watching the “high rollers” play and I’m always amazed by the dead, robot look in so many gambler’s eyes as they keep pulling the arm of the one-armed bandits. I am stunned to watch people who are not wealthy gambling away a mortgage payment on a hand of blackjack.

New jobs? Please — as what, card dealers and housekeeping staff? Economic benefit to the town? Please – it just means thousands more people on route one all day and night and stretching our excellent fire and police departments even further. Any monetary compensation will be mitigated by bottlenecks on route one all the empty promises that go unfulfilled.

Casinos: Glitzy flashing lights, free watered down drinks and a million perfectly legal tricks to separate you and your hard earned cash. What’s next? Elvis impersonators, legalized prostitution and our own Sphinx and Eiffel Tower?

Do you want Route One in Foxboro to look like Route One Saugus, or the Las Vegas strip?

Step by step, day by day, we’re losing what makes this town special.

We’re about family, about community. Casino gambling destroys lives. It destroys families.

You want a Casino? Build it someplace else. You want to go to Foxwoods or Mohegan Sun? No one is stopping you. Have fun. Look, if you have the discretionary cash and want to gamble, go ahead. I buy a few scratch tickets myself once in a while. I once won $500 on Keno but probably spent twice that over the years on losing tickets.

The promise of the get-rich-quick and the bright neon lights are an illusion. A deadly, evil illusion.

Lest you forget, as a town we commissioned a detailed, comprehensive study several years ago, and based on the findings, we voted overwhelmingly NOT to have a racetrack/”Racino” here because of the POSSIBILITY that if the State ever approved slot machines, the racetrack would install them – and we didn’t want that. Well, the day of approved casino gambling in this state came sooner than expected – looks like our paranoia was well founded.

Bring the casino here, and ten years from now, twenty years from now, we’ll look back and say, “That was the beginning of the end, when we approved the casino.”

Well, YOU’LL say that. By that time, many of us will have moved away.

Think about it. PLEASE, just think about it. Make a decision based not on quick money now, but good planning for the next generation, and the next.

A Casino in Foxboro is a losing bet for all of us.


UPDATE 12/2011: From my friend David Brown – “As you may know we may be asked to make Zoning changes to allow casinos in Foxboro. A group has been formed to oppose these changes or any others that may be needed to permit gambling in Foxboro. It is made of a group of level minded people. They are presently circulating an on line petition and have established an website. I respectfully ask you give a look and if you agree by all means sign up. I am very much opposed to gambling in Foxboro. If a casino is built it will very much change our quality of life.”

The link is:
http://nofoxborocasino.com/

 

Retro-Review “A Christmas Carol” (1951)

On January 23, 2012, in Christmas, by admin

by Robert Gillis 1/2012

There have been countless adaptations of Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” over the last century. One of my annual Christmas traditions is to watch several of them. This is one of my very favorites…

Version: 1951 (VCI Entertainment)

Note: The film was released in Great Britain under the title, “Scrooge.” United Artists released the film in the States as “A Christmas Carol.”

Scrooge: Alastair Sim

Cast: Kathleen Harrison (Mrs. Dilber), Mervyn Johns (Bob Cratchit), Hermione Baddeley (Mrs. Cratchit), Michael Hordern (Jacob Marley), Francis De Wolff (Spirit of Christmas Present, Rona Anderson (Alice), Carol Marsh (Fan Scrooge), Brian Worth (Fred), Miles Malleson (Old Joe), Ernest Thesiger (The Undertaker), Glyn Dearman (Tiny Tim), Michael Dolan (Spirit of Christmas Past), Olga Edwardes (Fred’s Wife), Roddy Hughes (Fezziwig), Hattie Jacques (Mrs. Fezziwig), C. Konarski (Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come) Jack Warner (Mr. Jorkin)

The star: Scottish character actor Alastair George Bell Sim appeared on stage and in a string of classic British films. He is best remembered in the role of Ebenezer Scrooge in the 1951 film Scrooge, (In 1971, he voiced an Academy Award-winning animated film version of Dickens’s story).

“I’m too old! I’m beyond hope!” — Ebenezer Scrooge

As Ebenezer Scrooge, Sim is simply perfect. He isn’t a typical leading man, and because he was not as well known here in the States, the viewer can easily think of him as Scrooge, and not as, say, George C. Scott, or Reginald Owen playing Scrooge.

Sim, known for comedies, not serious drama, was a celebrated and terrific actor and conveys so much by gesture, hand motions, and little looks that he succeeds brilliantly as — to many — the quintessential embodiment of Ebenezer Scrooge.

His Scrooge seems so real because he’s not a cartoon character. He doesn’t HATE the poor; he just doesn’t pity them. He’s simply a hardened old man, indifferent to the need and poverty around him. Even as a successful businessman, he’s a bit of an oddball, not even quite fitting in with his peers at the stock exchange. His fellow businessmen respect him, but don’t necessarily like him and even make fun of his “I don’t make merry at Christmas” comments.

Sim acts the part so well. When Marley first arrives, he shows true fear. There are also countless little things he does to make his Scrooge real — like the fact that whenever he puts on or takes off a hat or coat, someone gets hit with it — he doesn’t even look to see if anyone is standing there.

And as we get to know Scrooge, he feels more and more real. For me, that realism is most apparent when Sim (as Scrooge) cries out to the Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come: “I’m too old!” He is explaining it’s not that he’s unrepentant, he’s just too old to change. With a lesser actor, the character of Scrooge can descend into caricature. With Sim, you believe this hardened old man is in his own world, conducting in his own business, and everyone around him is an annoyance or distraction. He knows who and what he is, and he doesn’t believe he can change. Alastair Sim IS Scrooge.

The Cast and Characters:

Michael Hordern (Jacob Marley) has a much expanded role in this version; not only do we see him as traditional, melancholy, listless spirit, but also as his younger, greedy, hungry self. Both aspects of the role are well acted. I really like the way he plays deceased Marley as “not quite with it.” It helps sell that this man is, well, dead.

Every time I watch this film I remark how much I like Michael Dolan (Spirit of Christmas Past). He just looks the part. He’s kindly, almost a benevolent angel who just wants to help. Also, I think this is one of the few versions where this spirit is portrayed as a male.

Kathleen Harrison (Mrs. Dilber) receives second billing after Sim and steals many of her scenes. This old cockney gal is absolutely believable. She’s funny, opinionated, world-weary, and just a delight.

The actors playing the Cratchits, Mervyn Johns (Bob Cratchit), Hermione Baddeley (Mrs. Cratchit) do a fine job but never really steal the show. The actors play the Cratchits as you’d expect them, no more nor less. They do have their nice moments, though. Johns plays Bob as a meek and mild clark to Scrooge and a very loving father and husband with believability. And there is a wonderful moment when Bob tells his wife that he feels Tiny Tim is getting stronger and Hermione Baddeley (Mrs. Cratchit)’s face goes through a range of emotion — she knows her husband is trying to be upbeat, she knows their son is dying, but she has to put on a brave face. Great acting.

Comments about the Cratchit actors noted, I particularly like the actor who plays Tiny Tim, Glyn Dearman. So many adaptations of this story show Tim as sickly, but Dearman is smiling — a real, full of life happy kid smile — in every scene he’s in. I really like him. Just a nice kid, despite his ailments, enjoying his life and family with an optimism that feels real and never sugary.

The film itself:

While not too well received when it was first released, for the last 40 years, the film has been hailed as a classic and the DEFINITIVE version of the story and is generally hailed as the best of all the versions made. While the 1938 version is dearest to my heart for family reasons, and I like many aspects of the George C. Scott version better, if one had to pick a “definitive” film version, this is THE version of a Christmas Carol.

The entire film is EXTREMELY faithful to the original story.

Made in England, like the novel, the dialogue is pitch perfect. “Your servant sir,” the men greet each other. The British formality and the poetic speech of the story have been carefully preserved and brought to vivid life.

The foggy, dreary London described in the Dickens story is very well created here, although a few of the backdrops are obviously backdrops.

As I said, although I love the Reginald Own version from 1938 (and it probably ranks as my heart’s favorite) one of its valid critiques is that the family-friendly tone of the 1938 film made everyone in the film — especially the Cratchit children — act as though they were on a sugar high. The over-the-top enthusiasm and giddiness throughout the film detracts in the Owen version is never present in this film — make no mistake, the Sim film is dark in many ways and isn’t always a “feel good” experience — and that’s the point of Dickens’ story.

The majority of the special effects are simple and well done for the era. The “faded spirit” effects work very nicely. I like that even in the past visions; the Spirit of Christmas Past appears as see-through specters and speaks in echo. I really like when Marley shows Scrooge all the spirits desperately trying (and failing) to help the young homeless woman with the baby.

Throughout the film, the attention to detail — and the added touches — is well done. As a small example, the soup Scrooge eats actually steams. It’s a little thing, but think of all the TV shows today where characters are clearly drinking from an (obviously) empty cup of coffee. Something little like that cracks the suspension of disbelief. When you watch this film, this is certainly a required suspension of disbelief, but the film stays true to the “rules” set up in its universe and recreates it faithfully.

The sets are well designed and detailed. Scrooge’s house looks old and untidy without descending into cob-webby haunted house parody. Little details add to the realism — it’s snowing outside the windows on Christmas Day. It costs people and money to create that effect, but really adds to the scene.

This film may have been made on a low budget but the film doesn’t suffer for the budget at all.

Liberties with the Dickens story (all good):

Let’s start with great lines (and there are MANY)!

When Scrooge offers to help Cratchit and his family, he calls him “Bob” for the first time ever and says, “I haven’t taken leave of my sense Bob…” [Not Mister Cratchit] “…I’ve found them. I want to help… If you’ll let me. ”

Perhaps the greatest line in any version of a Christmas Carol: On Christmas morning, a changed Scrooge gives Mrs. Dilber a Guiney as a Christmas present.

Scrooge: “Do you know what this is for?”

Mrs. Dilber: “To keep me mouth shut?”

God, I challenge you not to laugh when she asks that. And when she realizes Scrooge is sincere, she is STUNNED. You BELIEVE these people are real. You BELIEVE Scrooge has changed.

I love when Scrooge says, “I must stand on my head!” and then does it.

Another great line after Scrooge’s redemption: “I don’t deserve to be this happy.”

And the greatest “line” is actually a speech, by the Spirit of Christmas Present, the reference to Jesus: “…So it is with the child born in Bethlehem. He does not live in men’s hearts once day in the year but in all the days of the year. You have chosen not to seek him in your heart, therefore, you shall come with me and seek him the hearts of men of goodwill.” (Even a specific quote from the Gospel of Luke!) To my knowledge, this is the only version of “A Christmas Carol” where the Baby Jesus is specifically referenced. LOVE IT.

I really like how both the spirits of Christmas Past and Present are never mean to Scrooge. Other versions of the film have the spirits treating Scrooge with contempt. In this version, both of these spirits clearly have a mission, but are gentle (and even kind) as they endeavor to get their message across. It’s very refreshing. It’s like they are rooting for Scrooge to change.

I like that Tiny Tim is presented not as sickly and dying but as a cripple with an enthusiastic smile. At the top of the film, the scene with him “window shopping” at the toy store, looking at the beautifully intricate mechanized toys is absolutely charming and adds incredible depth and realism and scope to the film. I also love that Tiny Tim says he knows Scrooge sent the turkey, and gives the reason as, “Christmas” with a smile.

This film is very aware of its historical settings and actually talks about it — the world is changing, machines are replacing working men, a new age is starting. Even Fezziwig acknowledges this but is unwilling to change because he believes the work is more than work — he is helping people learn a skill, helping people be better.

We see more scenes and dialogue of how the “old world” is fading away, and how Fezziwig loses his favorite clark, Scrooge, (to Mr. Jorkin) and his business, in a hostile takeover. Again, characters so familiar seem so much more fleshed out that they seem real. As Fezziwig watches his business sign being taken down, there is such sadness in his face. It’s not the money — he was building something in people.

Mr. Jorkin (played by Jack Warner) is a new character who does not appear at all in Dickens’s original story. He lured Scrooge away from the benevolent Mr. Fezziwig. When Jorkin is discovered to be an embezzler, the opportunistic Scrooge and Marley offer to compensate the company’s losses on the condition that they receive control of the company for which they work – and so, Scrooge and Marley is born. LOVE IT. This makes the characters so much more three dimensional.

Speaking of his former employer, that it is Ebenezer Scrooge that ultimately helps put Fezziwig out of business is brilliant. And as young Scrooge wishes he could have a word with Fezziwig but doesn’t, it makes him seem more real.

We see Jacob Marley’s death in this version. Scrooge is all business as his friend is dying — “Seen to last rites and all that?” he asks in the same tone you’d ask if it’s still raining outside, and is annoyed with Marley because he can’t understand the words the dying man is gasping out. “Save yourself.”

A few minutes earlier, as Scrooge is on his way to visit dying Marley, Scrooge and Cratchit have the familiar conversation about having Christmas off, and Scrooge mocks the “If it’s quite convenient” comment by stating, “You say that every year.”

I like how the Spirit of Christmas past asks Scrooge is he felt anything when Marley died and he inherited his worldly goods.

As in the 1984 George C. Scott version, Scrooge’s mother died giving birth to him, which is why his father holds such a grudge against him.

We also see Fan’s death in this version. Ebenezer’s hardness — and rejection of his humanity — comes quite slowly. It is only when his beloved Fan dies from complications giving birth to Fred that Ebenezer’s heart closes. Ebenezer referred to Fan as the only person who ever loved him, and earlier said she must live forever.

It is only years after her death, reliving it the moment with the spirits, that Scrooge learns that after he (his younger self) left the bedside of his (presumably dead) sister, she was still alive enough to gasp out a request that Scrooge take care of her son (Fred). Scrooge is devastated to learn this so many years later. He never knew.

Scrooge’s great romantic love, called Alice in this version, is not married but working as a caretaker at what appears to be a refuge or hospital for the homeless. It’s touching when one of the patients tells Alice, “This is the “Happiest Christmas I ever had.”

The secondary and even tertiary characters — such as the undertaker — are fleshed out so the story feels larger than it actually is. Everyone has a moment or two. When Scrooge observes that the undertaker is waiting in the hall for Marley to die, the undertaker explains, “Ours is a competitive business.” It’s a scene that’s not needed but expands this universe into something real.

It’s just a moment, but when the two men seeking donations visit Scrooge at the beginning of the film, there is a small look of compassion as one of them notices Bob Cratchit warming his hands around the candle. There are a hundred moments like this — no exposition, just a glace, a light in the face changing, a look in the eyes, a gesture that you might not even notice.

Interestingly, the Spirit of Christmas Future is not a skeleton but clearly a pale human male. You can sometimes make out the face beneath the veil.

And on a personal note, I have a vivid memory of watching this version with my father one Christmas Eve, and remember the iconic scene where Scrooge runs away as the Spirit of Christmas Present has vanished, only to be stopped by the outstretched hand of the Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come. The composition of this scene is brilliant. No special effects, no flashes of light, just a hand raised into the scene, stopping Scrooge’s flight. Awesome.

The end scene where Scrooge visits his nephew is incredibly touching. While I like the George C. Scott version of this scene better, Sim does a lovely job conveying his apprehension. Also, it’s a very small thing, but when he takes off his coat and scarf, he is gentle, and gives then GENTLY to the maid. And it is to her encouraging nod that he gets the courage to enter the parlor and talk to his family. And the end dance with Fred’s wife to the folk song “Barbara Allen” is lovely. When Scrooge asks forgiveness, you believe he means it. This is all Sim’s outstanding acting.

One final note: The team that restored this film did a brilliant job. Whether you like the original black and white or colorized version, the team, working with the original film elements, did an incredible job restoring this sixty year old film to pristine quality.

The Not-So-Good:

It’s not fair to judge the special effects of over a half century ago with today’s standards, but the effect where young Fan passes through older Scrooge is particularly poor and should have been reshot or cut. But — I am happy that the restoration team did not cut it — no matter what its flaws, a film is the product of its time. Cleaning a film to its original condition is wonderful, changing or editing it would be wrong. See also: George Lucas.

The character of Fred is rather subdued and his appearance in Scrooge’s office, inviting him to dinner, is all too brief. He doesn’t even give the powerful “I say God Bless it” Christmas speech, and his visit is so brief that Scrooge never even makes the “go into parliament” comment.

Not so much a complaint, but there is so much rich detail in the “past” spirit scenes (and also the present) but the future seems perfunctory. There is the scene at the Cratchits, the scene where Scrooge’s businesses associates speak of his death, and an extended seen with the housekeeper, undertaker and laundress pawn Scrooge’s goods, and suddenly we’re in the cemetery. It seems a little rushed.

Summary:

Considered by the majority of critics to be THE epitome of  “A Christmas Carol,” I could not agree more. Charming with its quaint special effects and succeeding brilliantly in fleshing out all-too familiar characters into believable human people and a compelling story, and showcasing the undisputed epitome of Ebenezer Scrooge by Allistor Sim, this is THE version of the story if you only choose one. Like, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” the film may not have been a commercial success when first released, but has become a very beloved Christmas film, and to many, including myself, the definitive take on Dickens’ classic. I urge you to see this film and discover its magic for yourself.

 

by Robert Gillis
1/2012

What was so special about the silver age of comic books? Read about it HERE
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Another slow news day so I thought we’d have even more fun with some gems from the Silver Age of Lois Lane comic books.

Lois Lane #80: Surprise! A birthday party for Lois! And just like in real life in the 1960s, the adults wear children’s tiny party hats (so we know it’s a birthday party) and there’s Lucy Lane,  once again dressed in her freaking stewardess outfit. She’s not in the military, why is she always wearing that damn thing? And wow, “We went all out and created a photo-mural of your greatest scoops!” Yeah, it’s a LOT of trouble to clip out SIX newspaper stories and scotch-tape them to cardboard when you work at a NEWSPAPER.

Here’s a great gem the next issue, Lois Lane #81. Lois Lane suspects that this guy is working with organized crime so she fakes a call telling him to get rid of the evidence, which he does by {wait for it, wait for it} tearing it up and throwing it into the wastebasket. Maybe shredders weren’t invented back then but couldn’t he have lit a match to them or something? Important security tip, kids, if you’re a member of organized crime or selling codes to safe-crackers, and have evidence that could implicate you in mob crimes, the above method is NOT a way to security dispose of your secret papers. Especially if you have suddenly have a cleaning lady you’ve never seen before! (This guy probably disposes of his credit card receipts the same way: “I’ll just tear this Visa statement into six pieces, and throw them into the wastebasket, that way NO ONE will ever be able to ready my credit card number!”)

A common theme in Silver Age Superman stories was that Superman would drop off some incredibly dangerous item off at the Daily Planet before leaving on a mission with the admonishment, “Do not touch!” (Think apple tree in the Garden of Eden or Pandora’s Box).  Invariably (i.e. EVERY TIME), Lois or Jimmy would then OPEN the box and all hell would break loose. In one, Jimmy unleashes a ray-gun that turns him into a giant turtle (really) and in countless others, Lois opens the box and things go wonky.  Here’s a great example from Lois Lane #16, where Superman drops off the forbidden treasure, says “do not touch,” and Lois ignores him and ends up shooting Kryptonite out of her eyes.  Her sister Lucy is on hand, this time wearing a DIFFERENT stewardess outfit.  And when the hell did they get a dog?  Oh, right, so Lois can use him as a seeing-eye dog later in the story.  Riiiigggghhhhht.

 

Four issues earlier, in Lois Lane #12, after Lois learns a scientist is working on a formula to help people breath underwater, Lois decides it would be a great idea to become a mermaid so she drinks an experimental solution.  “I hope it tastes good,” she says.  Lois, you’re drinking an EXPERIMENTAL formula that will fundamentally alter the way you BREATHE.  I’d be more worried the scientist didn’t mislabel the Drain-O.

Ah, the silver age, making us more impetuous one issue at a time :)

 

Slow news day! Entertainment edition!

On January 6, 2012, in Humor, by admin

By Robert Gillis
Published in the Foxboro Reporter and Boston City paper 1/2012

Back by popular demand, and because we REALLY need some humor in the local news, slow news day, random thoughts, entertainment edition!

The New Year begins with the heartbreaking word that Katy Perry and Russell Brand are divorcing. My immediate and obvious question comes up — is she too young for me (27?). Probably. I mean, she’s adorable, I love her music and she doesn’t scare me.

Lady Ga Ga scares me. A lot. I like a few of her songs but she scares me. Then again, in a bar fight, I guess I’d want Lady Gaga and not Katy Perry backing me up. Then again, I haven’t been in many bar fights lately. So maybe Lady Gaga could do the fighting and Katy and I could go make out. Wait, did I just say that?

Speaking of bars, did you ever notice that on TV, the character walks into a bar and orders a beer. Not a Budweiser Light, not a Heineken, but a BEER. NO bartender ever asks, “What kind of beer?” or says, “We have 75 brews on tap,” they just give the customer a BEER. This never happens in real life.

On the same subject, sometime after Christmas I’m watching TV and a commercial of a beautiful Christmas tree comes up with a crowd gathered around it. The tagline says, “It doesn’t matter what’s on the tree, it’s what’s around it,” and it shows bottles of Jack Daniels whiskey around the tree. I busted out laughing. I just think it would be hilarious if the commercial ended more TRUTHFULLY with the words, “Jack Daniels whiskey: Ruining Christmases since 1846.”

Speaking of truth in advertising, a new commercial for a truck shows it SNOWBOARDING (or perhaps skiing) as it plunges down a snowy mountain, doing a barrel roll before safely landing at the bottom of the mountain. “DO NOT ATTEMPT!” is displayed on the bottom of the screen.

Do not attempt? Seriously? Really? You, mean, I shouldn’t SNOWBOARD my new truck (should I ever buy one) down Mount Attitash? Good Lord, even if I COULD find a way to get the truck UP the mountain, surely there are laws against this sort of behavior? What about the poor skiers? It’s enough they have to watch out for trees and other skiers, but plunging, barrel-rolling TRUCKS?

I mean imagine the funeral: “Did you hear about poor Jimmy? Got killed skiing.” / “Oh, did he hit a tree?” / “Nope, Ford-F50 got him.” / “Man, I hate those plunging, out of control trucks. They shouldn’t be allowed on the ski slopes.”

Thank God the disclaimer was displayed — because I was THIS CLOSE to heading up to the White Mountains and doing some serious truck-skiing. Wait, I don’t own a truck. I don’t even ski because I fall down a lot when I do. Anyway…

Back to TV and video: “Dear Netflix: Please stop writing to me. It’s been months; I haven’t changed my mind; we’re over. We had a good run, and maybe I’m going through a selfish phase right now, but your cavalier attitude your customers, your disregard for the economy, and your habit of often shipping unplayable disks just got annoying. Perhaps someday we’ll be friends again, but for now, just let me be. No hard feelings, OK?”

Speaking of that, I get a little sad when I see a shuttered video store. I always liked them. And kids today probably don’t know what, “Be kind, rewind” means. Farewell and goodbye, brick and mortar video stores, we hardly knew ye. On that note, the only time you hear the words “brick and mortar” these days is when an online store has forced a “regular” store to close.

Speaking of farewells, no one on TV ever says “Goodbye” when they end a cell phone call. Watch for it, it’s true; they have their conversation and just hang up. It’s really rude.

When critics hail an upcoming film as, “The best movie of the year,” it’s a good idea to remember this is JANUARY or FEBRUARY.

Speaking of quality cinema and its exact opposite, I have tried to watch Jersey Shore. I simply can’t do it. I can’t get through five minutes of an episode. I mean, I can literally feel my brain cells begin to scream and die. I just don’t understand the fascination with these frivolous people. I mean, I’m frivolous and often clueless, and you don’t see ME going to Italy on reality TV and writing million-dollar best-sellers about doing laundry, going to the gym, and tanning.

Even if a show is good, I think most TV shows should only go about seven years. Even the best shows, by seven years, start running out of story ideas, get tired, or hire Ted McGinley or Cousin Oliver. Seven seasons and done, I say. {cough} The Simpsons {cough}

Speaking of not knowing when to get off the stage, how exactly is it that stars like Justin Beiber and Miley Cyrus can write autobiographies? I mean, if you’re going to tell your life story, don’t you have to, I dunno, LIVE more than 17 years first? I mean, your freshman year at high school just WASN’T that fascinating.

Speaking of social media (I wasn’t but work with me), here’s a generic FaceBook post you can use when you are out of ideas: ” I am 71242th in line to win a car, had scrambled eggs for breakfast, my beagle did the funniest thing yesterday, all our country’s problems are caused by immigrants from some foreign land or planet, today is the first day of the rest of your life or something, A Jolly Vindaloo Day to everyone, today is National Giraffe recognition day, here is a picture I took of {place}, great game yesterday by {local sports team}, and remember the words of St. Betty of Narnia, “We need more cowbell.”

In closing, I recently posted this on FaceBook, a quote I stole from John Wesley but one I think is a nice way to try to live your life: “Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can.” And I always add, “…And love will steer the stars.”

Slow news day. Hope I gave you a few laughs! Remember, keep smiling — we need more of that these days around here!

 

A letter to Mom on Christmas Day

On December 16, 2011, in Christmas, Life & Times, by admin


By Robert Gillis

Sent to Mom Christmas, 2005
And published in the Boston City Paper 11/2011

I thought I would share a letter I wrote to my Mom on Christmas a few years back. I emailed it to her this morning and she loved these wonderful memories, and I thought it would bring a smile to the readers during this Christmas month.

Dear Mom,

Over twenty-five years ago, you, Theresa and I would make our annual Christmas shopping trip into Boston an extremely enjoyable day. We didn’t own a car and this was in the pre-mall days, so this trip to the city was a big deal for us. We rode the bus to the T station, and took the red line to the station that was simply called “Washington” back then. As the rackety and antique Hawley street escalator made its wonderful “clack clack clack” noise, I thought about the $35 bulging in my wallet and how rich I felt. I’d saved for weeks for this day.

We stepped off the escalator into the cold December afternoon, and we heard the familiar ringing of the Salvation Army bells. I smiled again. Boston! Christmas time! We’d be so excited that we could barely contain ourselves. Our first stop was always Arch Street Church, to go to confession (“Bless me father, I took the name of the Lord in vain twice”) and then we’d light candles and say prayers.

From there we’d head to the store that used to be called Jordan Marsh. The store was always mobbed, and it was very exiting to be flooded with all the scents from the perfume counters and the visual explosion of Christmas in every direction. We’d get on the escalator and head upstairs to the Enchanted Village, and then head upstairs to see Santa.

At the mature age of 11, I was already “in the know” about who was really delivering the Christmas presents, but at age 8, Theresa still got her picture taken. I’ve often reflected about what a joyful period it was when Theresa believed and I didn’t — it really made the holiday more special.

After Theresa got her picture taken, we’d begin our shopping. We’d head to Woolworth’s, Grants and Kresgees, and I remember the roar of the heating air vents as they blasted us with warm air as we entered each store. We’d go in separate directions, buying little presents for each member of the family. By dinnertime, the bags were already heavy and we were starved. We usually had dinner at the Kresgees basement cafeteria — it might not have been the best restaurant in town, but it sure felt like it to us. Our hamburger fries and drink (and chocolate pudding) were more than enough to make us happy.

After dinner, we’d start our shopping again, and by around 8:00 we were done. We’d head back to Grants and pick up some Spanish peanuts, and then walk over to Boston Common to see the Christmas lights. It was cold out, but seeing all those beautiful colors hanging from the trees was well worth the discomfort. We might even take the trolley to Prudential Center to see that famous Christmas tree. Ablaze with over 15,000 multi-colored lights, it was (and still is) quite a sight.

After the subway and bus ride home, we’d find that Dad had made us some of his terrific homemade fried rice, and then it was time to wrap! Although we still had two weeks until Christmas, both Theresa and I made sure that we carefully wrapped our purchases that night. The day wouldn’t be complete until this was done.

I’m so grateful to you for the many years you took us into Boston. Back in the leaner days when money was tight and trips to McDonalds were special, that one day meant more to us than any other day leading up to the Christmas Holiday. Sure, it was a much simpler time, yet I think back to those shopping trips and realize that it was a day that flooded all five senses with Christmas. It was a day of joy — so much joy that I thought I’d explode.

You always made Theresa and me so much a part of the Christmas season — we could decorate any way we liked, you taught us the importance of the Nativity set Memere gave you 9that you still display every year), and I remember the special treats like the raspberry candy, peanuts and M&Ms; you put out every year.

I remember your Christmas dinners. I remember the joy we felt sitting with you and Dad opening presents.

I remember it all, and I am so grateful for all of it.

Thank you, thank you. Merry Christmas Mom. I cherish my Christmas memories with you.

Love, Bobby

 

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by Robert Gillis
12/2011

What was so special about the silver age of comic books? Read about it HERE
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Slow news day so I thought we’d have some more fun with some gems from the Silver Age of comic books.

From the cover of Batman #101 (August, 1956): Whoosh! Batman’s cape and cowl have blown off his head! Robin yells that that particular cape, “…contains a clue to your secret identity!”

Hey Robin, you know what ELSE contains a clue to Batman’s secret identity? THE FACT THAT BRUCE WAYNE IS STANDING ON A ROOFTOP IN BROAD DAYLIGHT WEARING A BATMAN COSTUME!

 

 

From the same issue and story, the cowl and cape is later found by Clark Kent.  Proving he still doesn’t understand the whole “secret identity” thing, Robin blurts out, “SUPERMAN” as Batman says, “Clark Kent!”  Way to go there, boy wonder.  I mean, if Batman and Robin are on the street in DAYLIGHT certainly they’d attract attention, and Robin is standing there doing the, “HEY EVERYONE!  THIS IS CLARK KENT, HE IS REALLY SUPERMAN!” shout-out.    Hey Robin, why don’t you just frigging sky write it?  That way people in Metropolis can see it!

 

Speaking of things in the sky…

Here’s an interesting sequence from Lois Lane #73 (1967). Clark Kent has been possessed by an alien and doesn’t know he is Superman. Jimmy Olsen, expert pilot, is attempting to land on the roof of the Daily Planet (which seems impossible given that the Daily Planet globe covers nearly the entire small roof and there’s no obvious helicopter landing zone in sight) but anyway, the controls freeze, Jimmy loses control of the helicopter and crashes it THROUGH THE BUILDING into the newsroom.


ONE PANEL LATER, “After Jimmy is taken to the hospital and the debris is cleared away…”

  • Does the staff relocate to a safer area of the building (you know, one without some plastic and cardboard blocking the massive hole in the wall on the 28th floor the HELICOPTER CRASH caused?  I mean, there has to be a fire, ignited fuel, shredded metal and massive damage!   What about all the people in the streets fleeing the razor-sharp helicopter blades that have likely shattered in every direction?  Is the building even evacuated while the fire department checks that the building is safe after it was hit by a HELICOPTER????!!!!
  • Or do they rush to the hospital to see if Jimmy will even survive from CRASHING A FREAKING HELICOPTER THROUGH A BUILDING?

NOPE.

Nope, they just call housekeeping to grab a dustpan, sweep up the helicopter, and it’s back to business.  The show must go on and the intrepid reporters get their next urgent assignment – go judge the “Miss Pretzel” beauty contest. Yep — just another example of: a) the hard hitting journalism the Daily Planet was known for; and b) a perfect example of how Perry White would not recognize a great news story if it crashed into his office. Literally. I’ve read this story several times and the helicopter crash seems to serve no other purpose than to call attention to Jimmy’s signal watch (which only appears one more time and is not key to the story).   Jimmy isn’t even mentioned in this story after the crash.  Maybe the staff just sent a card and flowers.  After all, the Daily Planet has to keep covering these important news stories — such as the Miss Pretzel contest.

By the way, don’t worry; in the very next issue Jimmy is flying the copter again (seriously!).

I know, I was hoping the crash would have killed Jimmy, too.

In Lois Lane #74 (May, 1967) Lois is having her own adventures on Earth while the entire Justice League is having a meeting on a faraway planet. At the meeting, Superman correctly points out that the team should speed up their discussion since EARTH IS UNPROTECTED with the ENTIRE JUSTICE LEAGUE in a meeting. But Flash dings Superman for not following parliamentary proceedings and Robert’s Rules of Order. What would be nice to see: “There’s a motion on the floor and it’s been seconded to hit Flash in the head with his stupid little gavel a million times. All in favor? Motion carries.”

Interestingly, the JLA is negotiating a planetary treaty to set up a new asteroid prison for space criminals. I didn’t know they did this sort of thing; I would think that other planets would have their own laws about how to handle space criminals, but whatever. Anyway, speaking of exiling criminals to asteroids, maybe that’s where Superman came up with this idea:

In Action Comics #373 (April, 1969), Once again Superman proves he is a total dipshit. Supergirl tells Krypto, the dog who cannot talk (except for that one time with the cosmic meteor), about her existence, so Superman, as always, overreacts ridiculously and EXILES SUPERGIRL to a barren ASTEROID FOR A YEAR. He doesn’t even build a rocket ship; he just makes a plastic tube and THROWS her there. His teenage cousin, who didn’t do anything bad, is exiled to a frigging ASTEROID for A YEAR because she revealed her secret existence to a DOG.  A DOG!

Even though all of this is part of an elaborate ruse on Superman’s part (to see if Supergirl would obey his orders, sheesh) and Supergirl returns shortly thereafter, I’d pay real money for Supergirl to say, “You’re not the boss of me, Kal-El!” and then kick him in the jimmies and go announce her existence to the world. I mean, by this time in the comics, everyone on Earth knew Superman was not the only survivor of Krypton: There was Krypto, there was Beppo the super-monkey, countless Phantom Zone villains, the bottle city of Kandor (population 10 million, seriously) and other folks from Krypton stopping by for meatloaf every Tuesday. So what if people knew that a Supergirl existed? What in the world was the big deal?

Imagine Superman as a father:

Superman’s son: “Oops! Sorry I spilled that orange juice, dad.”

Superman: “Your carelessness displeases me! Death to you!” {Massive heat vision zap!}

 

‘Tis the season to be generous

On November 29, 2011, in Around Foxboro, Christmas, by admin

By Robert Gillis

Published in the Foxboro Reporter and Boston City Paper 12/2011

“I have always thought of Christmas time, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!” — Fred Hollwell, Charles Dickens, “A Christmas Carol.”

It’s Christmas 2011. The economy is still bad, and so many people are out of work, losing their homes, and struggling just to put food on the table. We’re still at war, and sadness and despair are blazing across every news site.

But twice this year, we have seen examples right here in town of extraordinary generosity and kindness, proving that Foxboro openhandedness is not limited to the holidays. During the massive electric outages of Hurricane Irene and the October Nor’easter, this town saw countless examples of charity, hospitality and kindness to those in need.

Some of these were well-known, but so many others were done behind-the-scenes by the usual suspects who are always volunteering their time to help others. When help is needed, they are there. God bless them.

And now it’s Christmas time, and along with the insane rush of the season, I write today to ask each of you to try to make it a point to do one act of kindness, one act of generosity, one act of charity, if you are able.  And if you are not able, please remember there’s no shame in needing help and that so many of have been where you are — My family was on welfare when I was a kid because Dad’s illness (a precursor to his cancer) had progressed to the point he couldn’t work. Once mom started working, she was incredibly generous to the church and other organizations that helped us get back on our feet, a tradition she continues to this day, and has instilled into my sister and me.

  • To start with, many people who live in this area have no idea of the great need that exists right here around Foxboro. Years ago we’d pitch in to help with food collections and deliveries to the needy. Our dear friend, the late Bob Shea, built a food collection box for the Foxboro Pantry (FFP). Did you know that the FFP (508-543-5235) provides food to needy families ALL year? You can help with a financial donation, or simply drop off one or two needed non-perishable items. There are boxes at Shaws Sharon, and the Stop & Shop’s in Foxboro and Mansfield. Just pick up something extra and drop it in. Whether it’s a bag of food or a can of soup, all donations will be taken to the food pantry for immediate disbursement to the needy. It takes a moment to donate, and it feels great. The most needed foods are usually listed right on the box.
  • The FFP operates under the umbrella of the Foxboro Discretionary Fund (FDF). Active in town for decades and run by a volunteer group of unsung heroes, the FDF has been making a difference for the needy for in many ways. In 2009, the holiday program delivered food to over 200 households on Thanksgiving and again at Christmas (along with toys, clothing and gift cards for 230 children). Each year that number grows. When the FDF delivers the Christmas dinner, the Foxboro Jaycees assemble fruit baskets to go along with the meal. Last December we made 250 baskets. The FDF also runs a “Fresh Start” Program every August to purchase all back to school supplies and clothing for almost 150 needy children and teens. They also provide fuel assistance. And they need your help. Your financial donation — large or small, can make a HUGE difference for a family in need. (508-543-5235).
  • The Boston Globe’s “Globe Santa” has been making Christmas dreams come true for kids since I was a child. Check out (http://globesanta.org) or 617-929-1525 more information.
  • The greater Boston Food Bank can always use your help to feed the hungry. (617) 427-5200 or www.gbfb.org.
  • Many churches, places of work and other organizations have “giving trees” where you select a tag or ornament with a gift written on it for a needy child that you buy, and place under the tree. A few years back I selected “toy for a three year old boy” and in I found the most adorable little stuffed animal — a toy puppy. I remembered the comfort my stuffed animals provided me at a young age and as I placed the toy into the donation box I thought, “Take good care of him, little guy.” God, that felt good.
  • Give blood. I haven’t done this recently but plan to do so again because I always felt so happy after I did so. There is always need for blood at hospitals. We often see the Knights and other groups sponsoring blood drives. It really doesn’t hurt much, just a little discomfort. Your donation may be the one that saves someone’s life. And besides, you get cookies and juice and everyone is so nice to you when you donate!
  • Mmmmm, cookies. Sorry, distracted myself there for a moment.
  • Do you have an elderly relative or friend in a rest home or assisted living facility? VISIT THEM. Call them once in a while. You will make their month.
  • Visiting Boston to do some shopping? Give a homeless person a dollar or two, or a cup of coffee. I’ve worked in Boston six years and I can tell you with certainty NO ONE wants to sleep in a doorway in winter.
  • Out shopping? Do you hear that familiar bell-ringing outside the store? Yes, it’s the Salvation Army volunteer, standing in the cold. Can you drop a dollar or two into the kettle? I was on their website recently and cannot believe the magnitude and scope of good they do around the world. Drop your extra change in that red kettle. When I was a teen and sold the Boston Globe for three years in front of Woolworth’s, I made it a habit to drop tips into the Salvation Army kettle across the street. It only amounted to $7.00 that month, but that was a lot of money for a kid selling newspapers in the cold in 1980. And it felt great.
  • Many churches and organizations are collecting new/ gently used coats and gloves for those who need them. Do you have an extra? Drop if off and help keep someone warm. (This is a lesson I learned from my dad. While he was courting my mother, it was a cold winter day and they passed a man shivering. Dad raced back to his car and got his spare coat and gave it to the man. As the man called out “God bless you!” Dad said to my mom, “I had two coats, he had none. Now BOTH of us are warm.”)
  • A great gift idea to anyone who depends on their car is a subscription to AAA. It’s not the most “Christmassy” or romantic gift, but on that night your friend runs out of gas, or can’t change a flat, has a dead battery, or needs a tow they cannot pay for, you will be their hero. Likewise, a grocery store gift card is a really nice present for a family who can use a little help. Even $10 will buy milk, bread, and diapers. Or cookies. God, what is it with me and cookies today. I really need to go buy some Oreos.
  • If you attend a church or synagogue or other house of worship, or go to La Salette shrine to see the beautiful Christmas lights, light a candle for someone. Say a prayer for them. TELL THEM YOU DID IT. Or as they used to say on NYPD Blue, “I’ll have a good thought for you.” Positive energy and good intentions work miracles. Positive manifesting is real.
  • When you’re shopping, try, please, please try, to be a little nicer (or at least have more patience) with the folks behind the counter. Most of them (yeah, admittedly not all, but MOST) are trying their best and are on their feet all day. The season isn’t very merry when people yell at them because they won’t accept their one-year-old-expired coupon. And on a personal note, could you please hang up you cell phone when it’s your turn to be waited on? It’s so rude to the cashier!
  • Here in town, the Foxboro Jaycees, Knights of Columbus, Rotary, PTO, your child’s school, Foxboro Citizens Corp (http://www.foxboroughcitizencorps.org/) and dozens of other community organizations are always looking for help to assist them with their good works. Check them out, even if only to spend a few hours helping at one community event.

Look, I get that many people reading this cannot make even the smallest donation of money nor time because they are the ones in need. That is fine — you’re the folks I’m asking everyone else to help. You keep doing your best because it will get better. There is no shame in asking for help. We all need it from time to time. Take advantage of the programs around town if you qualify. They are there to help you.

But for those who are able, whatever you can do makes a difference. Every donation of money or time to any of the organizations, groups, churches or funds listed above — and hundreds of others — makes a difference.

This past August and October, we saw that tremendous kindness and generosity are alive and well in Foxboro. Now at this festive time of the year, whatever your beliefs, this is a good time of year to again focus on helping those less fortunate and making a difference.

Do it because it’s Christmas, do it because it’s the season, do it because it’s the right thing to do, or best of all, do it for yourself — you will be amazed how good it feels.

Believe me, your own holiday dinner tastes much better when you realize that you’ve helped to feed and assist those less fortunate, or you’ve made even the smallest difference to someone. It’s the best holiday present of all.

Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza, Happy Hanukkah, and of course, Happy Festivus to all!

 

By Robert Gillis 11/2011

After I met JoAnna Cameron in 2004 [click here], I wrote about the incredible experience in my regular op/ed column for my local paper and published the story on my blog. Through that, I’ve made a wonderful friend in a lovely woman who refers to herself as, “The Other Isis.” While I know her real name, she is a private person and doesn’t want me posting her name or address here.

But “The Other Isis” and I have stayed in touch all year and she and her family made the trip to Salem Massachusetts for the annual Halloween blowout / Mardi Gras. She worked on her costume for months: An extremely detailed, beautiful reproduction of the original Isis costume worn by Joanna. She’ll be sending those pictures soon and has given me permission to share them here.

In the meantime, she has something else to share: The “Holy Gail” of “Secrets of Isis” sites: Reseda High School! While in California to visit friends in August 2011, she and her family detoured to Reseda to take pictures of the very high school where “The Secrets of Isis” was filmed in 1975 and 1976. “The ghost of Joanna Cameron is here,” she wrote of the experience. I wonder how many students at Reseda know that their school once served as the location of “Larkspur High School” for our beloved Isis show?

With grateful appreciation to “The Other Isis,” here are the images she took that day as well as a few images of Filmation Studios, which produced the show.

 

By Robert Gillis
Published in the Foxboro Reporter, 11/2011

Credit: Michael Webber, Foxboro Cable Access

For the second time in two months, despite plenty of weather forecasts and warnings, our town was without power for four days. The unprecedented pre-Halloween Nor’easter took out power for over two million people up and down the eastern seaboard, but my focus today is on our area, because while I can’t really speak to what people in other states experienced, I can certainly talk about what happened here. Like most of you, I’m angry, and I want to see things change.

I am deliberately writing and submitting this piece BEFORE the Tuesday meeting at the high school because I prefer not to have my thoughts affected by the atmosphere there — I feel it likely my sentiments here are probably echoed by many of you, but I thought I would commit these thoughts to paper before attending the meeting.

First off, let’s start with the good — Volunteerism and charity are alive and well in Foxboro. Once again, we saw the selfless actions of so many volunteers who worked helping keep shelters running and manning emergency lines — so many people did a lot to help others. (And my compliments to our police, fire and emergency services for once again keeping us safe in difficult conditions).

Also, grateful thanks to the Kraft organization for once again donating generators, lights and other needed supplies (and even offering warmth and recharging, free movies, and having a Halloween event for kids the following Saturday). Thanks also to local businesses and restaurants for their hospitality and kindness. And of course, thanks to Michael Webber and the folks at Foxboro Cable Access who did a round-the-clock job of keeping us informed.

Another good thing: Verizon was on the ball. They were out in force the morning after the storm. Every truck I saw (and I drove all around town for days) was a Verizon truck. That’s a company that clearly knows how to take care of its customers.

Our electrical providers? Not so much. And to be clear, I don’t mean any of the workers actually out doing their jobs, fixing lines. They had the most thankless task of all — restore power in a VERY angry environment.

Let’s cut to the chase — Power outages are a given during intense storms, and not all scenarios can be predicted. Fair enough. That said, just two short months ago this town was without power for FOUR DAYS after a downgraded hurricane — whose path had been predicted for over a week — slammed into the area. This time around, for most of us, another four days (or more) without electricity.

This is COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE. I’ve lived in this part of Massachusetts all my life and Foxboro over twenty years and have never seen this level of outages. We lost power during the Blizzard of 78 — a storm that shut down the state for a week — for five hours. We’ve weathered hundreds of storms with no power loss. Even the April Fool’s Day of 1997 that saw power restored within a day. These extreme weather events are not new here — we’re in the direct path of hurricanes every year, and each winter usually brings a ton of heavy snow, all of it forecast a week in advance.

SO WHAT HAS CHANGED? Why can’t the utility companies respond in a timely fashion anymore?

This isn’t about the inconvenience of gassing up a generator if you’re lucky enough to have one (and most people don’t). This isn’t about extra blankets on the bed.

This is about local businesses losing product and profit in a terrible economy. This is about kids not being able to go to school. This is about another refrigerator of spoiled food for families who cannot afford to replace it. It’s about pets who cannot tolerate the cold. This is about safety — our streets and intersections are DARK and dangerous.

This is about survival. Reliable electrical power is a matter of life and death for many people. And it finally happened — someone died as a result of the outage — an elderly woman died last week in her unheated North Brookfield apartment, apparently from hypothermia, after days without power. How many more have to die before things change?

Credit: Joseph Bykowski (Foxboro Patch)

Foxboro’s over 60 population is now what — 20%? 25%? Who’s ensuring they will be taken care of? There are people caring for small children, people with babies, folks managing their own illnesses, or caring for someone who requires electrical power to run their medical equipment. A Foxboro woman was interviewed on WBZ and explained her mother had to be evacuated by ambulance to a local hospital because her electrical medical equipment failed due to the outage.

So where do we go from here?

I do not believe burying wires is the solution — for one thing, the cost would be prohibitive, it would take years, and problems with underground wires would take much longer to fix.

And to be fair, Foxboro can do a far better job of managing trees growing between wires and hovering over wires — these need to be proactively and preemptively removed. And not just a onetime thing – this should be an ongoing process of evaluation and removal of likely troublemaking limbs. While not every “tree-threat” can be predicted, many, many are obvious as a future troublemaker. Remove them now.

Question: Is the town allowed to do so or must the utility company do it? If the town has the ultimate authority on tree removal, then we as a town need to get our own house in order and take every reasonable proactive step to trim and remove threats to power lines. That is reasonable and fair, and we can do our part. If the town is not allowed to remove trees near power lines, and that task falls under the prevue of the utility company, then either a) the utility company must step up NOW and begin a rigorous process of tree evaluation and threat removal or b) the policy needs to change and Foxboro needs to take charge of the task – even if it means hiring more people to do the work.

That said, the main problem, as I see it, is at least here in Foxboro, our electric utility is simply not capable or equipped to handle the energy needs of our town or respond to an emergency in anything resembling a timely manner. I have no idea what it takes to run a utility company — but don’t take the job for a town if you cannot meet the needs of the customers.

I think this town’s focus needs be on investigating and evaluating how best to serve the power needs of this town. Perhaps we need to seriously consider the methods used by surrounding towns that have their own power-generation capability. Perhaps utilities need more incentive to respond to emergencies — Rep Daniel Winslow of Norfolk proposes that power companies be forced to give customers two days worth of rebates for every day they go without electricity. Senator Scott Brown wrote a powerful letter to the utilities demanding answers about what happened.

Things need to change, now. It’s understandable (and expected) that any area will lose power once in a while, especially during a severe storm. But four days or more at this time of year is not just about inconvenience and spoiled food. For our most fragile citizens — babies, the ill, senior citizens — an extended outage can literally be a matter of life and death. One elderly woman in North Brookfield has already died. That’s one too many.

The time for hand-wringing is over. We cannot solve the power issues of the east coast, but here in this town I think it’s time to seriously start thinking about how best to provide this town with power over the next generation.

It’s time to stop reacting, and acting as victims. We’re a great town with smart people — what can be done to protect us and provide our needed power? These are complicated questions, and the time to start looking for answers is now.

 

 

By Robert Gillis
Published in the Foxboro Reporter and Boston City paper 10/2011

A few years ago I attended a family wedding. During mass, several of my other cousins and extended family were looking at each other during mass, unsure of when to sit, stand, and so on. I overheard my favorite cousin Michelle whisper, “Just do what Bobby does, he knows.”

I was flattered by that comment and the perception that I was such an expert on the customs of mass, but I also felt some guilt. Except for visits to Saint Anthony’s in Boston during lunch time, I’d been skipping Sunday mass for several years. I’d love to give a good excuse, but the real reason was laziness.

But a while back, I resolved to do better. I don’t go to church because of the “Keep Holy the Sabbath” commandment, I go because I need to go. I want to go. And, so far so good, the church hadn’t collapsed when I walked in and the lightning strikes have (so far) missed.

And before I continue, I should emphasize that this one isn’t just directed only Catholics, but to everyone — no matter what you believe in or not, it’s comforting to be able to gather as a community and share a common faith, whatever that may be. There is great power and healing in COMMUNITY and FAITH.

With all that in mind, here are some thoughts after mass a few Sundays back, in no particular order…

  • What a beautiful day. 80 degrees on October! It’s amazing how the weather affects people. People were so happy, in a good mood, it felt like the first day of spring. Windows open in the church in October! And it was a game day, so I was amused to see that some folks had worn their Patriots shirts to church. I was always amused years ago, on game days, when Father Tom used to insist our responses were loud and enthusiastic and he would always add, “You DO want to get home in time for kick-off, right? Say, ‘Yes, Father!’”
  • It’s such an honor to be asked to collect. I always make it a point to say thank you to the little children who put in money, and always make eye contact to let people know that I’m looking at them, not the amount they put in the basket — that’s none of my business. Last week, an older woman sort of gave a me a little smile and she palmed what was obviously some change into the basket. I was honestly reminded of the gospel story of the poor widow who donated a penny because it’s all she had — and how much more of a gift that was. I wish I could have told her that — no matter what you give, that’s wonderful.
  • Father Steve Madden is such a great guy and we are so lucky to have him back in Foxboro as pastor. He didn’t pay me to say that but I’ve long been a fan — he has a way of connecting with the congregation. Father Steve is “one of us,” along for the journey, leading us, yes, and also learning with us along the way. And I still love his sermons. Without exception, when he ends with his signature, “God bless you all,” I always think to myself, “Message received.” He likes plain M&M’s, by the way. Just thought I’d add that for some bonus points.
  • And speaking of Father Steve, I’m grateful he is finally getting another priest and deacon to help! Father Steve has been single-handedly running the parish for some time. Welcome Father Brian and Deacon Paul!
  • I find that as I get older I find that I appreciate the hymns more and more. Even the most familiar hymns sung as a child seem especially poignant to me these days. I don’t know why, they just are.

    Welcome-St. Mary's Church here in Foxboro recently welcomed a new priest and a new deacon to their parish family. From left: Deacon Paul Kline and his wife Rosemary, Reverend and Pastor Stephen J. Madden and Reverend Brian P. Smith, Parochial Vicar. (Photo by Christine Igo Freeman, Foxboro Reporter)

  • The choir at the church and singers are, without exception, some of the best I have ever heard. They have incredible talent. I love them.
  • I saw a kid, about 17 years old, texting in church. I was going to say something but I thought to myself, “Shut up, Bobby. He’s IN CHURCH.” When I was 17 I was bored in church too, but I found I learned a lot by osmosis (just being there). Besides, in my day when we were bored in church we didn’t have texting, we made the bulletin into airplanes and choppers.
  • I like how much of a role lay people have in the church these days. Whether it be the passing out the Communion wafer, doing readings, or other aspects of the mass, it seems so appropriate that more and more lay people are involved.
  • We should never forget how lucky we are, that in this nation, we have the freedom to worship (or not) as we choose.
  • I love that the church is usually standing room only every week, not just Christmas and Easter.
  • For my own reasons, my faith has taken a lot of hits this past decade — not to mention the inevitable crisis of faith or two we all get when you’re my age — but the physical act of gathering as a church community and sharing a common faith and receiving such inspiration from a church leader is a gift for which I am forever grateful. You can’t answer your faith questions by staying away.
  • I still have so many questions about life, the universe, and everything. I’ll never have all the answers, but I can find some of them by gathering with the community in church.

These days, I’m just feeling grateful that I’m part of a church community that’s so alive and vibrant, a place where I can pray, contemplate, and rejoice. At my age, going to church isn’t an obligation — it’s something I need to do to stay healthy. I still consider myself something of a “Cafeteria Catholic” but being in church very literally nourishes the spirit — it’s like going to the gym — you make all sorts of excuses not to go, but you never regret going. I always feel better after mass. What’s interesting is that at that mass a few weeks back, I just started thinking these thoughts and needed to get them out. And now I have — thanks for reading, and… see you at church!