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24 - CAPE GAZETTE, Friday, November 27 - December 3, 1998 CAPE LIFE The spirit of Thanksgiving abounds in Cape Region Preparing 2,500 Thanksgiv- ing dinners for needy families in Sussex County is a huge ef- fort that is sponsored by the Dagsboro Church of God and Mountaire Farms of Sel- byville. More than 300 volun- teers turned out at Mountaire Farms Tuesday, Nov. 24, to help package the frozen broil- ers that were the centerpiece of each meal delivered on Wednesday, Nov. 25, by more than 200 volunteer drivers. Shown at left are (l-r) dinner coordinator Gene Mion, Church of God Pastor Kim Tephabock and Mountaire Farms representative Roger Marino. Below, left, The CHEER an- nual Holiday Feast at Re- hoboth Beach Convention Center, Tuesday, Nov, 24, brought busloads of seniors from all over the county to partake in a group Thanks- giving dinner and some fine entertainment provided by the Cape Henlopen Singers & Swingers and the Fabulous Jim Cretmon photos Hub Tappers. With 1,400 pounds of sweet potatoes to boil, mash and sweet- en as part of their holiday menu of roast turkey, candied sweet potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and dessert, members of the Church of God and Saints of Christ in Seaford began food preparation Tuesday morning in the kitchen of Grace United Methodist Church, Georgetown. Pictured abore are (l-r) din- ner coordinator Vernon Grice, Ruth Harris and Pastor Frank Hinson. It took 65 volunteers two days to make 1,900 of the de- licious and nutritious meals that were delivered by other vol- unteers early Thursday morning to needy families throughout Sussex County. And for the 15th year, Grotto pizza employees manned 22 delivery cars and trucks and convoyed many of the meals to group dinners in church halls at Coverdale Cross- roads, Possum Point, Ellendale and other areas. After enjoying a meal of roast turkey, potatoes, green beans and dressing, each senior diner in attendance was  given a fruit basket to take home with them. Seated above right are (l-r) Al- ice Truitt and Jeanne O'Connor receiving the baskets from CHEER nutrition program direc- tor Florence Mason. As the 500 holiday diners were being served their Thanksgiving turkey at Rehoboth Beach Convention Center, they were treated to a fine performance by soloist Cathy Gormanand a rendition of "God Bless America" by Pat Rust. Same road, different tactics as Thanksgiving arrives One of the things I dislike about this time of the year is driving at ' night. Now there are all kinds of scientific reasons why blackness descends so quickly during these winter months. But basically, it's so that Moth- er Nature can once again demon- strate her sense of humor by al- lowing people with night blind- ness to take to the road early and terrorize all drivers within a 50- mile radius. During the summer months, they have to wait until at least 8 or 9 p.m. Not that I'm one of them, but on a few occasions, I've braked for a farm house I thought was in the middle of the road. Now I've interviewed a lot of people with this condition known as night blindness. It is only natur- al that I would be curious about drivers whose habits are more dangerous and more pathetic than my own. And most of them claim AROUND TOWN Nancy Katz that they find it relaxing to watch a driver's face contort into a per- manent exorcist like scream, so that their very lips stretch to Mick Jagger's size and their tongues hang down, attaching to the St. Christopher's medal mounted on the dashboard. It's sort of like finishing a six- course meal at a restaurant and then getting a look at the chef, who emerges from the kitchen, werg a muscle:shirt, covered with :toos and whose hair looks  an oil slick somewhere off the coast of Nova Scotia. Others claim some sort of natural high from the use of ballpark head- lights targeted for the back of a driver's cerebellum. Personally, I've shared the road so often with these night warriors that I have taken to carrying in my purse one of those laminated plas- tic prayers about footsteps in the sand. My fear runs so deep, I actually would have this blown UP, lighted and mounted on the roof of my car, like a taxicab, if those bureau- crats in the motor vehicle depart- ment would let me. But there are a lot of other vam- pire drivers on the road besides the ocular special-needs driver. For instance, the other night I am driving north. Actually, I have no idea what that means, since I couldn't tell north from south even if I was given a compass with just the letters N and S on it. I would just assume those letters stood for Nordstrom or Sax Fifth Avenue. Anyway, I'm not worried as I head from Rehoboth toward Lewes. For I know, in this stretch of the road, under Route 1, is a gi- ant magnetic field that accommo- dates the flow of up to a thousand cars per minute easily. The field is synchronized so that the maxi- mum amount of time is spent idling at lights, until the driver ei- ther runs out of gas or turns around and goes home. But it's when I leave the Five Points area that causes me the most concern. For now cars travel in packs, much like Siberian huskies, following and trying to keep up in a race called the Iditar- od across the barren wasteland of Alaska. It's the same road, but everyone feels the need to keep together. Otherwise, you will meet a fate like one of those stories told late at night around the campfire. Yes, he's out there. He is in his early 20s and dri- ving a machine that you see on those truck demolition derbies on television. A hand with a hook on the end of it is sticking out of the front door, no doubt torn off from someone who parked next to him. And he's right behind you, hon- ing in for the kill, by attaching his front bumper to the rear of your car like a giant MRI. You can hear thelaughter long after you exit the road. Next time you are driving at night, check it out. The vehicular boogeyman is everywhere.