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30 - CAPE GAZETFE, Friday, April 10 - April 16, 1998 CAPE LIFE Preservation group to open Lifesaving Station May 15 For the past several months, the Delaware Seashore Preservation J Foundation has been at work restoring and preserving the old Indian River Lifesaving Station into a maritime museum and edu- cational facility. The Visitor's Center is projected to open May 15, and the Lifesaving Station on June 15, if the required funding is received. The foundation is looking for individuals or businesses to help through either volunteering or by donating items. Volunteers are needed to help in the gift shop, administrative of- rices and to give tours to the gen- eral public at the station. Items that the foundation is looking for include filing cabinets, a photo copier, a large conference table with chairs, two desks, two desk chairs, three bar stools, a cash reg- ister, a computer with monitor and printer (preferably a 486 or Pen- tium) and bookshelves. Anyone who can donate their time as a volunteer or who has the means to donate any of the above office fur- niture is asked to call the founda- tion at 227-0478. "With a project of this magni- tude, it not only takes money, but also a lot of donated time and re- sources," said Executive Director Charity Shanlde. "This project is a success, and we want Sussex County to be proud of this major accomplishment." The foundation invites area res- idents to ride by the station to sur- vey the progress. A grand-opening party is cur- rendy being planned. In its ongoing effort to support local youth and youth orga- nizations, the Dewey Beach Lions Club presented donations to the Dewey Beach Youth Recreation program and the Cape Henlopen High School track program. Shown at the check presentation for the youth recreation program are Dewey Beach Lions Club President Harry Wilson, left, and Todd Fritchman, Dewey Beach Lifeguard Captain and program or- ganizer. Jen EIIIngsworth photos Dewey Beach Lions host youth night The Dewey Beach Lions Club hosted Youth Night at its m)nthly meeting on April 2, at the Rusty Rudder Restaurant. Cape Region youth in attendance included (back row, I-r) Monica Webb, Lindsey Barkauskie, Cary Nowakowski, Brian Keuskii, Brian Travis and Jason Wilson. In front are Jesse Billings, Edward Morrison and Billy Morriison. Cape Henlopen High School Track Coach George Peppe, left, and athlete Lindsey Barkauskie were on hand to receive a donation from Lions Club Past President Ted Nowakowski. Venetian blinds sl:',irted this fascination of ours Ever since the invention of the venetian blind, men and women have been curious as to what hap- pens in other people's lives. And now we are entering an era in what some might describe as be- ing obsessed with, addicted to, and desirous of scandals and lies. Or to put it more poetically, "Something is rotten in Den- mark." This phrase was first coined by a man named Hans Fleuchinower thousands of years ago. To which the Denmarkians responded, "You moron, you' re in Italy, not Denmark," Unfortu- nately, the phrase has stuck and nanuy popJe swwd down the path of suspicion, especially when it came to anyone hearing the name Hans. Baby boomers are now learning what our mothers have always ex- perienced peeking through those AROUND TOWN Nancy Katz tiny slats on darkcnetJ nights. That even an aardvark is capable of having a more exciting life than your own. Well, that and the fact that the banker across the street likes to wear a leash with a leather harness and have his wife walk him around the block at 11 at night, stopping at every azalea on the block. But we do have a problem when our routine consists of such mun- dane tasks as stumbling out of bed, dressing in the car, eating a taco from Wawa's in your car, ar- riving at work with part of a "No Drive Through" sign from Wawa's attached to your rear bumper, hanging around the water cooler hoping for a sexual harass- ment encounter so you can buy that villa in the Alps, leaving work, rear-ending a vehicle with the license plate "Governor," eat- ing a carton of Mrs. Paul's Bread- sticks in the car and flopping on the couch in a state of exhaustion to watch mindless situation come- dies like "Friends," which is about a bunch of losers whining and complaining about how boring their lives are. OK, so that's my pathetic routine; still, it is fairly typical. It is only natural that in this en- vironment, we would crave the details of Liz Taylor's surgical re- port from her last back operation or if investigators are on the right track in finding out that members of the royal family actually de- scended from a planet inhabited entirely by horses and a breed of dog known as the corgi. Perhaps this course all started with mothers screaming anytime you were behind a closed door, "What are you doing in there?" As a child, especially if you were my brother, you could be innocently constructing an atom bomb in the bedroom or as an adolescent inno- cently flushing the remains of a keg down the toilet in the bath- room. But because the door was shut, your mother would know, "Some- thing was rotten in Denmark, Italy and Melrose Place." Naturally, you could never re- spond with any other answer but, "I'm not doing anything." Even if you were on the phone with the Pope himself, you still had to say you were doing nothing. This re- sponse always resulted in a satis- fied grunt from your mother, safe in the knowledge that for the rest of your life, she would be the spe- cial prosecutor and you would be the prosecutee. So, it is not without reason that we should turn to other people's lives to satisfy our need to know somebody is doing something out there. Unless, of course, you come from a normal family, un- like my own or Hans Fleuchinow- er's.