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22 - CAPE GAZE57FE, Friday, March 13 - March 19, 1998 (I',APE LIFE Rehoboth Beach Volunteer Fire Company honors its own The Rehoboth Beach Volunteer Fire Company recognized the ser- vice of its members at its annual banquet on Saturday, March 7. With Craig Stephens of the Delaware State Fire School as master of ceremonies, the 1998 officers were also sworn in that evening at Rehoboth Beach Con- vention Center. They include: Chris Quillen, president; Don Messick, vice president; Joe Wastler, secretary; Rob Dobak, assistant secretary; Bob Scala, treasurer; Ted Doyle, assistant treasurer; Chuck Snyder, fire chief; Leonard Tylecki, first assistant chief; Jeff Blizzard, sec- ond assistant chief; Denny Quillen, captain; Mike Simpler, lieutenant; Howard Blizzard, chief engineer; Gordon Davis and Bill DeileDonne, fire recorders; Craig Fatten, ambulance captain; Rick Catts, first lieutenant; and Water Sutherland, second lieu- tenant. Also on hard were fire po- lice Charlie Martin, Preston Dyer, Kerry Nickerson, Bill McManus and Jerry Simmons, who were recognized for their years of ser- vice. Recognition of members with more than 50 years of service in- cluded Donald Palmer, 59 years; John "Grennie" Williams, 58 years; William J. Thoroughgood, 57 years; William E. Blizzard, 54 years; and Granville Kunsman, 53 years. Recognition of members cele- brating service anniversaries in- cluded Dennard Quillen Jr., 45 years; Willard T. Hill, 40 years; Richard Morgan and Fred S. Karl, 35 years; Ernest T. Wagner Sr. and John A. Futcher Jr., 30 years; Sam Cooper, 25 years; Dawn Lynch and William DelleDonne, 10 years; and Harvey Ryan and The 1998 Rehoboth Beach Volunteer Fire Company officers were sworn in during ceremonies at their annual dinner, held March 7, at Rehoboth Beach Convention Center. They include (l-r) Rick Catts, Howard BHzzard, Walter Sutherland, Craig Far- ren, Mike Simpler, Jeff Blizzard, Leonard Tylecki, Chuck Snyder, Chris Quillen, Don Messick, Rob Dobak and Ted Doyle. Dawn Lynch and Leonard Tylecki, members of the Re- hoboth Beach Volunter Fire Company Fire Safety Awareness Committee, hold the Edward C. McCormick Jr. Memorial Award, bestowed by the governor for excellence in fire pre- vention and fire education. President Chris Quillen, left, not- ed that the two devote a lot of time taking school children on tours of the fire hall, present fire safety talks and hold the an- nual Fire Safety Awareness Day at the Bandstand. Ted Doyle, five years. The top 10 fire incident respon- ders for 1997 are Howard Bliz- zard; 286 calls; Chuck Snyder, 275 calls; Bryon Burton, 258 calls; Preston Dyer, 234 calls; Bob Scala, 223 calls; Richard Catts, 217 calls; Joe D. West, 213 calls; Walter Sutherland, 201 calls; Lenny Marsch, 198 calls; and Charlie Martin, 198 calls. The top 10 ambulance call re- sponders for 1997 are Fred S. Karl, 165 calls; Craig Farren, 151 calls; Chris Phillips, 140 calls; Joe D. West, 138 calls; Sandra Wheel- er, 130 calls; Bob Scala, 100 calls; Don Messick, 97 calls; Bob Shinn, 89 calls; Dick Catts, 88 calls; and Walt Brittingham, 75 Rehoboth Volunteer Fire Company Chief Chuck Sny- der presents service award tributes to three long-stand- ing members (clockwise from top, left) Fred "Sonny n Karl, 35 years; Dennard Quillen, 45 years; and Dick Mitchell, 35 years, during the annual awards banquet on March 7. Don't be intimidated by your new computer I've never thought of the com- puter as an integral part of my life. Well, unless you would consider rage as one of my main preoccu- pations. Basically, 90 percent of my time, on any computer, is spent issuing threats, complain- ing, yelling, screaming and be- moaning the fact that I was ever born. All right, I admit most of this behavior is involved in find- ing the "on" button, but it still counts. The actual percentage of time writing anything meaningful turns out to be about 5 percent. And the remaining other 5 percent is spent watching my documents disappear, never to be heard from again, into some sort of Bill Gates sewer treatment plant. I figured out that "Windows 95" actually means that if you are on the 95th floor of any building, it is justifi- able homicide to throw the darn AROUND TOWN Nancy Katz machine out the window, no mat- ter who it lands on. And so it was last week that I had to replace my original com- puter with a new updated model. I knew the time had come when the computer installation person, after viewing my old machine, was eventually able to pick himself up off the floor and stop laughing. Well, it might have been the pic- ture of me on the desk or my last paycheck I had sitting around, but I seriously think it was the com- puter model. Now the new computers are much larger in size and therefore take up a lot of space. They are so big, that once installed you will take on the appearance of Captain Nemo seated at a command sta- tion of some evil nuclear subma- rine, as you prepare to blow up the lost city of Atlantis. But this should not intimidate you. Even if you are not mechani- cally inclined, using a computer should be very basic. First you need to find the "on" button and turn the machine operational. Well, sometimes this is a problem, but can be accomplished with the aid of simple things around the house, such as a flashlight, stepladder, divining rod, rosary beads and anything made by "Ronco." Usually, you will hear a short blast of music when the machine acknowledges it's ready. The new computers play the theme from the movie "The Godfather," and a tiny icon of a fish will appear on the screen. This is to let yo.u know that the machine already under- stands you are a complete moron about these things, and any docu- ment you attempt to save or re- trieve will, as they say in Italian, "be sleeping with the fishes." Now you are ready to type onto the screen. You will have to use what's called a mouse, which is basically a clicker or pointer. This device is very crucial to any writer. Its main function is to smash open the lids of cartons of Chinese food that are now piled in a mound in front of the screen, thus blocking your view. Learning to use this mouse in- volves a high degree of manual dexterity. It's very sensitive to the touch and I've heard is made up of tiny animal embryos, so that the slightest movement produces a live sheep named Dolly. This is why you will sometimes end up in classified documents stored in the Pentagon and sharp shooters will surround your house. But there is really no cause to be afraid of the new computers. Just place a piece of cheese, along with a glass of water and two Advil in front of it and you should get along just fine. Myself, I am heading for the 95th floor.