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60 - CAPE GAZETTE, Friday, Feb. 24 - Monday, Feb. 27, 2006 CAPE LIFE [ Jim Westhoff photos Winter Wine Fest raises funds for Rotary Four masked partygoers mug for the camera at the fourth-annual Winter Wine Fest held by the Georgetown,Millsboro Rotary Club at the CHEER Center in Georgetown. Shown are (l-r) Richard Lankford, Lisa Lankford, Ron Smith and Nancy Smith. Held Saturday, Feb. 18, a sold- out crowd of more than 300 people wore beads and masks as part of the Mardi Gras theme. The event raises much-needed funds to continue the charitable efforts for the Georgetown- Millsboro Rotary Club. The amount raised was not available at press time. For just $1, Carol Hansen was telling people their fortunes. Despite having no formal training at fortune telling, Hansen volunteered for the job. "I thought it would be a fun way to help raise some money," she said. She said many people were asking if they were going to win the Powerball. "I tell them they have as much chance as anyone else. At right, Aaron Dickson, manager of Liquid Assets of Seaford, pours a glass of Charles Desere sparking wine. Dickson said Liquid Assets donated 22 cases of wine for event. Any bottles that were not poured were sold for charity. Busted! Bill Whelen, at left, member of the Rotary is caught coating a strawberry into the chocolate fountain. More photos on page 61 If it looks suicidal it has to be the Olympics Now I get it. It took me a while to figure it out. Like millions of Americans last week, I looked forward to watching some cover- age of the Olympic Games on television. You know you love to get involved in all that patriotism, flag waving, pride and sportsman- ship. But I had trouble finding the coverage on the television until I realized one night that I was actu- ally watching the Olympic Games. So there I was with my genera- tion slip showing below my hem- line, except no one wears slips anymore. They all have those, well, whatever those slivers of material are called today. At one point I was watching some kid nicknamed the "Flying Tomato," flipping up in the air, twisting and turning on a board, high above a snow covered tube like tunnel, then hang motionless for a few seconds before diving straight down like some kind of AROUND TOWN Nancy Katz seagull freaked out on PCE This performance was good enough for a gold medal too; I assume the judging was on a scale from suici- dal to wetting your pants, which I'm told is the highest ever. Apparently there are a lot of sports for these talented young performers in the Olympic Games, youngsters who all seem to have come from a valley in southern California. Hats off to their parents too, who I'm sure directed this energy into some- thing positive; energy that usually is found on warning labels that say "Do Not Operate Heavy Machinery While Taking This Medication." But congratulations to them anyway, or as they say, "Awesome." But you see, my mistake was that I'm used to the old Olympics. It was around this time ,Cohen the most excitement came because of the Russians who purposely entered couples With names like Natasha and Andre Sklatakovia in the sport of iceskating. Not only were you terrified of their names, but you also knew they had noth- ing to lose. They lived in govern- ment housing in Siberia. It con- sisted of one room with 30 rela- tives and a black and white televi- sion with rabbit ears made out of tin foil for an antenna. All the rel- atives took turns standing on top of the television while the others yelled directions/or better recep- tion of government sponsored programs. There were so many people housed in that little abode, you had to raise your hand just to make a path togo to the bathroom. So there was that sympathy factor going on for them. Anyway, Natasha and Andre performed perfectly in their gov- ernment sponsored costumes, which were almost always made out of discarded uniforms when tsars were in power. And they always won the gold medal, usu- ally based on the score of ten given to them by an enormous woman judge in a fur coat, from East Germany, who basically vas legally blind. Eventually Natasha and Andre defected, opening a liquor store in L.A., so it all had a happy ending. Now that was an Olympics! Of course, I'm not yelling sour grapes. I tried watching other tra- ditional sports too, like the cross- country ski event. But unless your name is Eiener, Arne, Johann or anything else Norwegian, you may _as well stay back at the lodge. These athletes know how to chicken walk up a hill on thin pieces of wood attached to their feet faster than a guy with a load in his pants rushing for the men's room. And I watched the luge, which is French for death wish. It's prob- ably every divorced woman's dream to push that sled with her "ex," strapped on his back down into an "ice covered tunnel about the size of an MR. This is definite- ly a reflux esophageal event. So I guess I will have to adapt. As they say in Italy, "Come' de villagia idiozza?" Loosely trans- lated this means, well we aren't sure, but I think it does apply. Ciao.