My name is Jeff Cook and I’m a Leave It to Beaver addict.
I was making my way through town the other day when I stopped to chat with Eric Maitland.
“I saw Eddie Haskell this morning,” he proclaimed.
“Me too,” I admitted, not at all sheepish.
Eric and I have already discussed the beloved black and white sitcom a few times. When we first watched the show, it wasn’t reruns. It ran from 1957 to 1963, with around 40 episodes each year. Eric and I are getting our respective patches on ME TV (channel 248 on your Comcast dial). Back-to-back installments begin at 8 a.m. and end before Perry Mason arrives.
Speaking of Eddie Haskell (a friend’s mother from high school called me that, was I too obsequious?), actor Ken Osmond’s character was supposed to be part of an episode, but he stole this scene and has become unavoidable. So did Clarence Rutherford, who debuted as a big kid who bullied Wally and the Beave.
Here is a quiz about this character (answers appear at the end of the play):
1. What was his quintessential nickname?
2. Who was the actor who played him? (hint, his first and last names rhyme)?
3. What objects did the boys put in Clarence’s driveway to try to trip him up (of course, it was the father, Fred Rutherford, who took the fall)?
If you get more than one of these questions correct, you might have an addiction. Do not hesitate to ask for help. We have Zoom meetings Monday through Friday mornings.
Tony Dow (Wally) passed away a few months ago so Jerry Mathers is the last of the cast. Eric and I will keep their memory alive.
Answers: Lumpy, Frank Bank, wire hoops.
The agenda and scope of ACTPO, the county’s transportation planning group, may seem bureaucratic, but I was happy to cover it recently when there were other staffing issues at the newspaper. . I remembered the vital support and involvement of this group ten years ago when I was advancing the creation of the historic trail on Seminary Ridge. This route has been an excellent investment and is used extensively.
Even more interesting to me was Rusty Ryan’s report on electric vehicle infrastructure planning for the Commonwealth. I own a fully electric vehicle (EV) and I know how essential it is for our road network and our destinations to integrate EV charging.
The interstate highways need a lot more charging stations, and they will need them soon. The I-95 corridor is pretty good these days, but I like to travel US Routes 81 and 84 when I travel to New England and EV charging is rare. Right now I’m driving through the Midwest, and as I leave the I-80/I-90 lanes, it quickly becomes sparse. Minnesota and Iowa, and even southern Illinois, are awfully thin on the ground. Rusty noted that highways are a priority.
But he also said destinations along smaller highways, like U.S. Route 30, are the second most important tier for pricing. People come to Gettysburg with electric vehicles. We have museums, performing arts venues, rows of restaurants within walking distance, and interesting streetscapes where someone can benefit from a level two charger. The college has two in a remote parking lot, the borough parking ramp has one, the park visitor center has one that’s almost impossible to find from the parking lot, and Sheets near US Route 15 has one awesome Tesla charging station. That’s not enough for the EV conversion that’s on the way.
Rusty was helping ACTPO members plan for the future by sharing what’s already to come in the Cut Inflation Act of 2022. There are tax credits, rebates and more incentives in legislation putting significant national investment into this type of infrastructure.
I hope Gettysburg sites, for-profit and non-profit, will hear what Rusty had to say about Gettysburg understanding its role as a destination in what is clearly a historic automobile-rich destination. Our region should not wait to take advantage of this forward-looking opportunity. Living and thinking green is no longer an argument, it’s a necessity.
Vanessa Pellechio Sanders
The first real gig I attended was for teen idol Aaron Carter when I was in college. On November 5, he died suddenly at the age of 34.
I got so many texts from friends and family, remembering the embarrassing big poster of him that I hung in my childhood room. At the end of this concert, Aaron walked through a line of screaming girls and signed our tickets.
His autograph was one of a kind because it signed the letter “A” in the shape of a star. He was a star to me throughout my college years.
In high school, I may or may not have been teased for my green and purple Aaron Carter folders that a friend gave me, but I didn’t care. I loved all of his songs.
He rose to fame in 2000 with his album “Aaron’s Party” and my favorite song “I Want Candy”.
Aaron was the younger brother of Nick Carter, who is part of the Backstreet Boys. On the Sunday after his passing, the Backstreet Boys hugged Nick on stage during their concert and paid tribute to Aaron through a beautiful song.
Since he died, I listen to his old music. I subjected my cousin to it when I was hanging out with her last weekend. I tried to explain its meaning to myself, calling it the Harry Styles of my time. He’s never been more famous, but he was very important to me growing up.
Whenever I was sick at school, I always had to watch “Popstar,” the 2005 film he starred in as a teenage musical sensation who had to return to public high school to fix his falling grades.
He had to face many difficulties and it seems that many of his mistakes always had to be aired in the media. Even after his death, I saw so many articles saying he “never had a chance,” blaming his past.
Many mainstream media/paparazzi news outlets are simply looking for clicks, not realizing the impact or implications of what they write. It’s incredibly frustrating.
I didn’t know Aaron personally, but I wanted to share how important he was in my childhood and try to honor his memory in a respectful way.
He gave me the best first concert experience of my life and his music inspired me.
The leaves do not change color in the fall.
Their true hue is revealed as they lose chlorophyll, the green substance that allows plants to turn sunlight into food.
The green is just the work uniform of the leaves, which is taken away from them when their job of making food is no longer needed.
There is a lesson here. Identity does not derive from productivity or consumption. Identity is not an economic function. It is its own unique music, suddenly audible when the coarse noise of the market has died down. Life is not on the “green”.
Each leaf shows its true colors for a time before the tree rejects it.
Many national surprises came out of Tuesday’s midterm elections; fortunately, there were no local surprises.
Congratulations to Adams County voters on a job well done as nearly 65% of registered voters turned out in the general election. That percentage included more than 10,000 county voters who voted by mail.
As a surprise to no one, as all the votes were tallied in the election for the 91st Pennsylvania House race, Rep. Dan Moul received nearly double the number of votes as his challenger, County Commissioner of ‘Adams, Marty Qually.
Does anyone find it surprising that Qually is already saying he will challenge Moul again in two years? This is, of course, after Qually’s re-election as county commissioner next year.
“Marty, if you’ve got your eyes set on a bigger prize, why bother being county commissioner?” Declare that you are racing against Moul, put in two years of effort. Maybe you’ll only lose by 5,000 votes and leave another Democrat from Adams County who really wants to do the job for four years for county residents.
Regardless, if Marty doesn’t feed off the taxpayers, he’d have to get a job in the private sector again and that job wouldn’t allow him to search for his next job for two years like he would if elected county commissioner. . The only people Marty has been cheating and cheating on for several years are the Adams County taxpayers because you paid his salary so he could get off work while setting the stage to seek his next job.
My question would be why would an Adams County voter vote for Qually when he has already stated that he has other ambitions. I would also suggest to Marty that with the bombing he suffered on Tuesday, what does he think will change in two years?
It may be time for Democrats in Adams County to realize that their candidate may be the problem of not being able to unseat Moul. It may also be time for Adams County’s own version of Beto O’Rourke to realize that he is his own worst enemy when it comes to running a campaign in which county Democrats and Republicans vote.
Get ready for the next Marty “Beto” campaign.
Around 2020 or 2021 (can’t remember which, the pandemic years seemed to overlap), I remember hearing about a destructive invasive species found in Pennsylvania called the spotted lanternfly.
News stations, social media posts and local governments asked the public to kill the insects if they spot them (ha) and to report sightings to Penn State’s College of Agricultural Sciences. Several of my Facebook friends have reported seeing them sporadically in the York-Adams area. Even though I looked for them like I was on an Easter egg hunt, I still didn’t see the little buggers.
Around August of this year, my fiancé complained that they were all hanging out in the parking lot of his workplace in Hannover. He spent his breaks outside breaking them. Soon he was giving me a daily death count, sometimes reaching close to a hundred. Every day, he complained about the massive amount of lanterns and corpses of lanterns he passed on his way to work. I looked and looked, but apparently the entire lantern population was in that parking lot.
We met a friend for dinner in September at a restaurant in a Camp Hill mall. I will never forget that day because as soon as I got out of the car I saw my first congregation of about 50 Lanterns. They were everywhere. I started crushing them and keeping my own victim count. It was a little macabre, yes, but I saw it as my civic duty.
I guess karma is a you-know-what because a month later their friends found my property, specifically two of our trees. As fast as I could smash them out of the tree with a shoe, twice as many popped up. I spent days eradicating them, hoping that a cold spell would finish off the survivors. It was so bad that they snagged on our mosquito nets, which amused my parrot. He would ask them, “What are you doing? and what do you want?” We had to tell him about the danger of strangers.
Weeks passed and I thought they finally went to Disney World or something. Then one day I saw some people sunbathing in the Time parking lot. And it starts again, again.