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' 18-' IE, lI, Decenr 26-""a 1, 1908 ( .",APE LIFE Henlopen Ruritan hosts national president at holiday dinner Above, Ruritan National President Braxton Bell, a former Virginia police officer, received honors when he visited the Henlopen Ruritan. One of the honors that seemed to touch him most was the presentation of the Honorary Trooper Award from Delaware State Police Superintendent Col. Alan Ellingsworth, left, and Major Joseph Forester, right, state po- lice field operations officer for Kent and Sussex counties. 00iiiii: 00ii00i!i!!i00 '00iii!iii,00:j Michael Short photos Above, left, the Henlopen Ruritan rolled out the red carpet on Thursday, Dee. 18, when it hosted Ruritan president Braxton Bell. The national leader received many honors, most seri- ous and a few less serious. The Delaware State Police, Delaware's Senate, Sussex County Council and Delaware's House of Representatives all made presentations. Among the slightly less-serious honors was the presentation of a time-honored tradition, a Sussex County pass- port. Making the presentation to Bell is Sussex County Councilman Lynn Rogers, who was lat- er recruited to help lead the Ruritan in singing, "The Twelve Days of Christmas." Above, right, the Henlopen Ruritan named its Ruritan of the Year during the annual Christ- mas party in Harbeson. Chaplain James Scott, left, is shown presenting the award to Win Stewart. Above, the Henlopen Ruritan presented its Business of the Year award on Thursday, Dec. 18. Shown accepting the award from Allen Riley is Sandy Prettyman. Prettyman, who was al- so honored for helping with the Ruritan auction, owns Cinna- mon Treasures South. Above, the new officers for the Henlopen Ruritan are chosen. The officers are (l-r) Director "Randy" Manship, treasurer Earl "Jake" Warrington, Secretary Abraham "Jack" Refsnider, vice president Edward Kopple and president Guy Phillips were inducted. Recuperating With a sigh of relief, we can turn the page on another Christ- mas past. And none too soon, judging from the looks of the clerks, who have been driven deaf, dumb and blind from listen- ing to "It's a holly, jolly Christ- mas..." 18 hours a day. The store clerks who physically survived the holiday season have been stock-piled behind the stores, loaded onto military trucks and in the middle of the night driven to places like Wisconsin and Min- nesota, where they have been giv- en jobs in toll booths that require them to simply hand out a coupon for 10 cents off every purchase of "strudelheusen." My car is passed out in the dri- veway, depleted from the continu- ous reconnaissance patrols of looking for a parking space in shopping malls. The brakes are shot and there is fram (,hristmas as New Year's Eve arrives AROUND TOWN Nancy Katz some sort of synthetic animal fur that is stuck to the front end, that you couldn't get off with a blow- torch. The broken left hand turn signal was mistakenly wrapped and shipped out as a Christmas gift to a cousin in New Jersey. And now it is on to the New Year's celebration. Everyone has their own favorite way of ringing in the new year. As humans though, we are all united on this night in trying to figure out what "Should old acquaintance be for- got and never brought to mind..." actually means. Now, photographs are an excel- lent opportunity to document your New Year's Eve past. And in cases like my brother, it's of historical value to catch himself on film dancing the "pony" with his shirt wrapped around his head as a bandanna, just before he blacks out. My husband and I always take the same picture at formal New Year's Eve celebrations. We are seated at a table with another cou- ple that we are clueless about. The guy looks like Sadam Hus- sein, and the woman is one of those model types who weighs about 40 pounds and has never eaten anything beyond one green bean in her whole life. It is re- quired that at every party I attend; I am seated next to a model in a tube-like black dress. My husband and I are leaning into the camera so that it looks like we are hogging the whole table. In fact, we are hogging the whole table, since it was original- ly designed to seat 10 people, but after we sat down, even the wait- ers had trouble passing by. Consequently, there is a lot of spilled food in front of us and chunks of chicken down the back of my dress. But you don't have to go the formal route to celebrate New Year's Eve. You can be casual about your night. I know a guy who follows the same routine every year. He puts on his coat, gets in the car, drives to the same 7-Eleven convenience store, picks up a slice of pizza and two nuclear hot dogs, gets back in the car, drives home, takes off his coat and enjoys his dinner and celebration with life- size, card-board cut-outs of fake guests, strategically placed in front of his windows. This is known as "The Lonely Guys New Year's Eve." And you have to go back to the convenience store to view your photos, which are on the surveil- lance tape. But whether it's a casual evening with 10 million intimate friends in Times Square and an ageless Dick Clark, or a more for- mal dinner with two strangers, it is on New Year's Eve that we come to the realization that there are on- ly 200 more shopping days until the next Christmas.