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August 6th, 2011

Purveyor of pleasantries' path paved with popsicles

August 7, 2011

Special to the Standard

NORTH KINGSTOWN – The 1973 three-quarter ton Chevy P-20 truck is just the same as when it rolled off the assembly line. It has 357,000 miles and only two people have owned it.
Of course, none of this matters to the legions who clamor at the side window when the van rolls up playing the theme from “The Entertainer.” From the smallest toddler to the giddiest bride to the most dedicated construction worker, they all share one thing in common.
Ice cream.
This is Jack’s Ice Cream truck, a musical purveyor of summertime happiness.

SK School Committee, Union reach tentative agreement

August 6, 2011

As of 8:30 a.m. Friday morning, the South Kingstown School Committee and NEASK have reached a tentative agreement on a school contract.

The two negotiating teams met Thursday evening at 5 p.m. at Broad Rock Middle School and continued negotiations into the night. Details of the tentative agreement is currently confidential, however.

The union general membership will meet Aug. 11 to review the tentative agreement. The school committee will meet Aug. 16 during its regularly scheduled meeting to review the agreement as well.

A chance to interact with D.C. leaders for Chariho student

August 6, 2011

WASHINGTON, D.C. - Chariho High School sophomore Paige Pajarillo, 15, engages in many activities that are common for girls her age, such as reading, playing sports and spending time with her friends. However, she got the chance to do something last week that very few high school girls can say they have.

Sunfish posing as sharks at Narragansett Town Beach?

August 6, 2011

NARRAGANSETT—Visitors to Narragansett Town Beach had something of a false alarm on Wednesday when a shark sighting was reported to the lifeguards at South Beach Pavilion. Lifeguards shut down the beach for about an hour in order to make sure that all of the beachgoers were safe, and no further shark sighting was reported.

August 5th

Work begins on Fishing Cove playground

August 6, 2011

Special to the Standard

NORTH KINGSTOWN – The Fishing Cove Elementary School playground will soon be accessible to handicapped children, the result of a directive from the Rhode Island Governors Commission on Disabilities.
Lisa Windham lodged a complaint on behalf of her daughter, Laura, 7, who suffers from spastic paraplegia, a neuromuscular disease. The child uses a walker and could not reach the equipment because the playground had a mulch surface.

School Committee, union discuss how to fill $755,000 deficit

August 5, 2011

SOUTH KINGSTOWN – At Tuesday night’s meeting between the school committee and union, the two parties discussed how to fill the $755,000 school deficient. This meeting was one of the four mediation meetings scheduled in August with mediator John Harrington.

Stump dump case nearly resolved

August 5, 2011

RICHMOND - A multi-year long court case filed by the town of Richmond against Richie Realty Corp. over a stump dump off of Skunk Hill Road is on it’s way to being resolved. The dump has been the cause of some local cockroach infestation and the sight of underground fires due to wood waste erosion.

Proposed RIPTA cuts impact South County routes

August 5, 2011

NARRAGANSETT—The Rhode Island Public Transit Authority (RIPTA) has developed a cost-saving plan which will drastically reduce service to the smaller towns of South County. RIPTA representatives were available on Tuesday evening at Narragansett Town Hall to listen to the public’s comments and concerns regarding the bus cuts.

August 4th

NK business cited for 18 OSHA violations

August 5, 2011


NORTH KINGSTOWN – Almost five months after a 26 year-old Composite Rigging employee, Andrew Pelletier, was killed in an industrial accident, the company is now being cited with 18 serious safety violations.
The Glocester resident and 2003 graduate of Ponaganset High School had just begun working at Composite Rigging, located in West Davisville, days before his March 15 death.
Composite Rigging produces rigging for various types of sailboats.

There's no mini-vacation from life's little lessons

August 4, 2011

We all like to make a difference in lives, to think we're hip and tolerant creatures, to pat ourselves on the back for being such wonderful, understanding beings. It's not always necessary (or welcome).
Sometimes it's better to let nature take its course.
I had both lessons reinforced on my recent journey to Cape Cod. The first required a ride out to Provincetown. The second took place virtually outside my back door.
It takes a lot to nudge my butt off the private beach at Linnell Landing in Brewster (shared mainly with a large family reunion whose weeklong bocce tournament is as competitive as any Cape Cod Baseball League game I've ever seen), but an overnight storm blew in a brisk wind from the north and the only real break we've had from the heat and humidity this month. My wife and I decided it was a good day to drive out to P-Town.
The sky was cloudless, the waves at Race Point were spectacular, and downtown was packed with visitors, including quite a few families. There was absolutely nothing to be afraid of on this day. I could even picture the Bachmann clan enjoying some ice cream out by the dock, or the Santorum kids begging their parents to let them take home the large, fluffy black cat crashed out on a pile of T-shirts and scarves at Shop Therapy (I'd be willing to block their view of the rack of bumper stickers near the entrance).
I have one major issue with P-Town, however: that its largest parking lot requires one to cross or creep down Commercial Street. I just wish the town's founding fathers, when they laid it out, had ensured it was wide enough for two horse-and-buggy contraptions, let alone two cars.
And that led to a mini-confrontation.
After crawling around a van parked halfway up a curb, I finally reached the right turn that would take me out of downtown. A middle-aged female couple, however, did not watch where they were going as I slowly made the turn and practically walked into the side of my car.
In most places, that would prompt one or both parties to engage in a little name-calling, middle-digit waving or a few words unfit for general interest print publication. Instead, it prompted this sniff from one of the women:
“Heterosexual tourists!”
Now, I've been called the gay F-word a time or two in my life, but this is the first time I've heard “heterosexual” as a perjorative. My mind raced with choice replies like “Thank you, Madame Obvious!” or “Sorry, my wife's not switching teams!”, but thankfully, I had enough room ahead to drive away. (And I would've been lucky to get away with only a “Shut up!” from the passenger seat.)
It did leave me a little shook, though, hearing people whom I accept as they are attack me for what I am (although I could pass for a bear – P-Town has a lot more of those these days than the stereotypically young, ripped, fastlane-type gay male party animals). After all, they were old enough to have dealt on numerous occasions with being attacked for what they are (at least beyond the town line).
What I would like to tell them most, after some consideration, is that their behavior was right in the wheelhouse of those who exploit mistrust and dislike of the gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender community for political gain or broadcast ratings points.
By the time we returned to our studio on Cape Cod Bay, the air had warmed enough for some beach time, although we were just past low tide. At low tide, I could walk over the dune to the beach, stroll nearly a half-mile past the high tide line, and barely be up to my ankles in water.
It was strange to see small signs out in the mud flat, at a 50-yard perimeter around what looked like a piece of driftwood, perhaps something left from the previous night's storm.
Only, that piece of “driftwood” on the sandbar which usually featured bocce for blood had some protection from two women warning kids to stay away from it. Good advice – the dark gray seal, one of several species that inhabit the waters around the Cape, is known to scare easily, bite humans and often perceive them as unfriendly.
Walking around the perimeter, I wondered if the little guy was alive. I could see him laying on his side, occasionally sticking his head up to see what was going on. The poor thing had been beached, and would have to wait awhile for the tide to come back in.
The women, local wildlife and conservation volunteers, had called the state Department of Environmental Management to notify them of the beached seal, and kept it under observation until help arrived.
Human help never arrived, but the ocean's cycle did lend a hand.
Not long before sunset, the tide arrived. With the signs having been removed, I cheated a bit, getting close enough to photograph “Buster,” as the kids named him, but still keeping a respectful distance. Finally, the water crept far enough over the sandbar to sweep him away.


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