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Weather Watch

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Check out the our full weather feature in the May/June 2009 issue.

In Evansville, the weather offers plenty to discuss — wicked winter wind chills, spring storms, and the summer humidity. Here, we look beyond the daily highs and the chance of rain. How does the weather define our city? We’ve teamed up with the local weather experts at 14WFIE to give you a glimpse of how the weather impacts our lives.

Changing Weather

From wacky reports to serious forecasts, today’s meteorologist needs both
By Jeff Lyons

By 10 p.m., the old Zenith in my childhood living room had been glowing much of the night. Under the spell of its hot Bakelite aroma and the precise positioning of the rabbit ears, I joined my family as Gunsmoke, Hawaii    Five-O, The Waltons, and I Love Lucy all had their turn on the tube. But there was one more show I begged to see. “Just 15 more minutes, Mom. Just let me watch Marcia!”

For Tri-Staters throughout the 1970s and ’80s, there was one place to be at 10:15 p.m. Sunday through Friday: sitting in front of the TV, watching Marcia Yockey’s weather forecast. For 35 years –– from the debut of local television in Evansville in 1953 to the year of her retirement in 1988 –– Marcia was the queen of local television weather. Her meteorological background, wacky personality, and charisma drew top ratings.

She presented her forecast using a huge map of the United States covered with Plexiglass. On this surface, she drew wavy black lines to show pressure patterns and cold and warm fronts. She’d write temperatures for at least 100 cities on the map. Scotch-taped to it were Polaroids of her cat named “Bird.” When her weather segment began, she’d dip a jumbo magic marker into an ink jar, drawing on the map and talking simultaneously.“It’s raining buckets in Pocatella,” she’d exclaim. “This front wig-wags through St. Joe to Tucumcari. I’ve got a lady going up to the Sioux. Better take a jacket, lady!” It was eight minutes of interaction with her viewers before the screen faded to a Hesmer’s Mush commercial featuring Marcia in her kitchen. By today’s standards, the technology was arcane, but the connection between Marcia and her viewers was as tight as the rubber band in her ponytail. She was like a member of the family.

I couldn’t get enough of it! I had a map in my room covered with waxed paper that I could put the cold fronts on. I watched Marcia every night on summer vacation. Everybody seemed to have a Marcia Yockey story to tell. My dad loved to take the family on Sunday drives. Once, while cruising along the river in Newburgh, he spotted Marcia on her bike. “Hey Marcia, how’s the weather?” he shouted out the window as we whizzed past. We were transfixed. We saw Marcia! Sure enough, that night, Marcia recounted the story on the air, and my dad nearly burst with pride. “That was me!” he exclaimed.

Fast forward to 1988, the year Marcia retired, and I began working at 14WFIE where I landed a job as a weathercaster/reporter for the midday news. I was assigned Marcia’s old desk, complete with a drawer full of rubber bands for her ponytail and a treasure trove of old tapes of her weathercasts. I worked alongside Marcia on a couple of telethons and paid tribute to her at her 75th birthday party.

For Marcia, technology was largely invisible on the air. Folks tuned in to be entertained and informed, but mainly, entertained. The nightly weathercast was a vehicle to give a little weather forecast and have a lot of fun. As I entered the field, personality was still the top draw. Not only was creativity and humor encouraged, my managers and viewers expected it. After all, it was our legacy. The station had a long line of crazy weather personalities who were well-known for their antics. I had a lot of fun in the first half of my career dressing up, falling down, and taking the weather on remote to joke around with folks. Then, right at the new millennium, technology began to take center stage.

With the advent of the Internet and access to almost instant information, viewers came to expect more from their television weathercasts, and we could deliver with the whiz-bang technology of today that melds the science of meteorology with the flash of a Wii game. I can track storms on radar from the chroma-key wall via a video “touch screen” that I use to select high-tech tools to look at thunderstorms in 3-D. Our viewers submit up-to-the-moment reports, photos, and videos, which can appear on the radar display the moment they are sent.

Weathercasting today is a fine balance between technical expertise, meteorological knowledge, and personality. In my 20 years with 14WFIE, I’ve tracked many tornadoes, severe storms, winter weather, and everything in between. Through thousands of forecasts, the viewers know that I’ll be there for them at any hour of the day or night when storms roll through, but they also know that I have a sense of humor and don’t take myself too seriously. They want to trust me and know that I’ll use all of my tools to track storms and keep them safe. After all these years, the connection with viewers is still king. From Marcia’s marker to the completely interactive 14 First Alert Dual Doppler Radar, the tools keep getting better to continue the rich tradition of connecting with the viewers. After all, we’re practically family.[pagebreak]

Chasing the Wind

Adventures from an on-the-go weather spotter
By Bryon Douglas

As a meteorologist  at 14NEWS, I can learn a lot about the weather from computer models and real-time information produced by our 14 First Alert Dual Doppler Radar. But to verify the complete story, I often venture outdoors with my video camera and cell phone to observe the sky. I’m a mobile weather spotter –– also known as storm chaser –– and in that role, I’ve learned you never know what to expect.

Preparations for a chase day usually begin a day or two before the advent of severe weather. A powerful thunderstorm requires moisture, instability, wind shear, and a charging cold front to lift and rotate itself into a tornado. Looking for those approaching conditions helps me determine when and where to start my day. Since most storms that hit Evansville move in from the West, I often begin in Southeast Illinois, which has a topography similar to Oklahoma and Kansas that allows me to see great distances. If I see a storm structure favorable for severe thunderstorms, I call my colleagues, fellow meteorologists Jeff Lyons and Chad Sewich, to pass along the information.

Once I spot a storm, I try to view it from the right flank, staying on the southeast side of the storm. It’s the safest viewing location to keep me out of the storm’s path. Contrary to popular belief, storm chasers do not purposely put themselves in harm’s way, but our plans don’t always work out.

A case in point: On Jan. 29, 2008, I shot a video of a tornado while driving west on Interstate 64 near Poseyville. There was no way I was going to stop the car to get out; Jeff had just reported 70 mph winds in nearby Carmi, Ill., heading my way. So I lowered my window, and once I put the tornado in my viewfinder, I put my eyes back on the road and held the camera steady for as long as I could. When it was safe, I pulled off the interstate and drove into Griffin to relay the information back to the station and the National Weather Service. Unfortunately, the tornado claimed two lives in Posey County.

As a storm chaser, I am most scared of lightning –– the most unpredictable part of a thunderstorm –– and flash flooding. The latter caught me off-guard one night in Wayne County, Ill., while I was busy viewing a rotating thunderstorm while driving. The roads were flooded more than I thought, and my vehicle started to hydroplane. Soon I saw that the highway was littered with snakes from the Little Wabash River. I stopped in Fairfield, Ill., where I filmed residents evacuating their homes due to the flash flooding. I returned to the station with a flooding story on a night that was supposed to be packed with violent thunderstorms and isolated tornadoes. But on this storm-chasing trip, flash flooding was the story Mother Nature provided.[pagebreak]

First Response

Knowing a storm’s strength requires a hands-on approach
By Chad Sewich

On the second Sunday in March, a line of severe thunderstorms and tornadoes swept through the Tri-State but spared Evansville. The National Weather Service later rated one of the tornadoes an EF1 and another an EF-2 on the Enhanced Fujita Scale, the official rating system used in the U.S. since 2007 to determine tornado intensity.

How did they know where to rank them?

Discovering the answer to that question can best be told by a look at what happened the day after the storms hit when I traveled with damage-assessment teams from the NWS. Four teams of meteorologists determined the intensity of the damage inflicted on the area and to find out its cause.

My position at 14NEWS is unique in that I’m almost always in the studio during severe weather and then out in the field reporting on the aftermath. It’s a perspective that gives me a hands-on approach to forecasting.

On March 9, the day after four confirmed tornadoes had hit the area, the teams arrived with this goal in mind: to determine if tornadoes or straight-line winds caused the toppled trees, the flipped mobile homes, and in some cases, the severely damaged houses in the area. Complicating the investigation was the widespread damage that had been done to trees by the January ice storm.

I met up with one team that spent the day combing through Wayne County, Ill., for signs of a tornado footprint. The storm’s path was easy to spot. On a farm south of Cisne, Ill., we saw what remained of a large, metal machinery building that had been blown into the air, slicing off treetops. We found twisted metal from the building in a farm field about a quarter of a mile away. Based on those signs and others, the National Weather Service declared that an EF-1 category tornado wwith winds approaching 110 mph had hit the area. Later that day, again based on a site assessment, the NWS discovered a tornado track through Enterprise, Ill., indicating an EF-2 tornado with winds up to 135 mph.

Since storms rarely pass over a wind gauge –– and would probably destroy the instrument if they did –– determining the strength of a tornado is a scientific “best guess.” But there are clues. Straight-line winds, for example, typically leave damage falling in the same direction and over a wide area; tornadoes, on the other hand, typically leave a twisting footprint in a narrow path.

As a replacement of the Fujita Scale, the Enhanced Fujita Scale, designed to determine the strength of winds within a tornado, serves as a reminder of the damage, often fatal, that can be caused by a storm. The EF scale runs from EF-0, a relatively weak tornado that may only topple small trees, to a terrifying EF-5, a tornado with winds over 200 mph that rip a home off of its foundation.

The Best of Everything

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View the full feature in the January/February 2011 issue of Evansville Living.

Stylish shops, inspiring people, and plenty of fun — it’s hard to pick favorites, but every year, our readers and editors cast their ballots and declare what makes our city great. From the classic to the quirky, we present this year’s list of winners.

Fun

Weekend Getaway

City Museum, St. Louis   Editors’ Pick

A geography lesson: Evansville is a great city surrounded by numerous great cities. Part of our location’s charm is its proximity to weekend trip destinations, including the City Museum in St. Louis. The wacky museum boasts reasons for every family member to attend, including the Enchanted Cave, built within a historic shoe factory’s spiral conveyor tunnel system, and MonstroCity, a playground built with aircraft fuselages, a fire engine, and a castle turret. Want more adult appeal? The Four Seasons Hotel in downtown St. Louis boasts the Lumière Place Casino on its first floor. The hotel offers amazing views of the Gateway Arch, the Mississippi River, and beautiful Midwest sky. The contemporary look of this five-star hotel brings a sense of relaxation — and the indulgent spa services certainly calm the nerves, too.

Bar for Grownups

Bar Louie   Readers’ Pick

In summer 2009, this chain opened in an East Side building (7700 Eagle Crest Blvd.) where restaurants hadn’t lasted long. (Remember the ill-fated Pasta Grill and Mangiamo Italiano?) Bar Louie is the success story. With oversized sandwiches, a cosmopolitan appetizer menu, and a huge martini menu, it feels like a big-city bar where people mingle after work and late into the night.

Place to Take a Person Visiting Evansville for the First Time and Place to Bike

Downtown Riverfront   Readers’ Pick

Credit former Mayor Frank McDonald II for the $11 million renovation of the Riverfront. The new face of the city opened in 2001, and the renovation with a greenway trail, scenic overlooks, and seating for thousands of people continues to attract bike riders, joggers, and visitors.

Venue to Hold an Event

The Centre   Readers’ Pick

Known for Broadway shows, touring comedy acts, and concerts in the Aiken Theatre, The Centre (715 Locust St.) also hosts nearly 300 events a year — from wedding receptions to trade shows to charity galas.

Formal Charity Event

Deaconess Party of the Year   Readers’ Pick

“Party of the year” is a tough name to live up to, but when the president and CEO of the region’s largest employer rides a Harley into a gala, the fundraiser is hard to forget. And when Deaconess leader Linda White lets loose, others follow. Last year’s Fire and Ice theme encouraged attendees at this black-tie-optional gala to wear red — all in support of Deaconess’ charitable foundation.

Non-Nut Club Festival

Tie: Jazz, Wine and Arts Festival and Wine, Art and Jazz Festival   Readers’ Pick

We love the West Side Nut Club Fall Festival as much as the next Evansvillian, but there are parties to be had off Franklin Street. Our ballots are write-in only, and our readers enthusiastically submitted so many combinations of “jazz,” “art,” and “wine” that it was impossible to choose a winner between two great events: the Jazz, Wine and Arts Festival and the Wine, Art and Jazz Festival. The first is a fall event on Downtown’s Main Street. The second, a May festival on Newburgh’s Riverfront, comes from Evansville Living and Historic Newburgh.

Radio Station

WIKY   Readers’ Pick

Last year, WIKY’s Diane Douglas won Best Radio Personality, but she’s just one part of a dedicated, experienced team familiar with the city. In the world of journalistic outsourcing, WIKY (104.1 FM) is a rare gem: Its news and talent are right here in town.

Ladies’ Night Out

Blush   Readers’ Pick

Flat-screen TVs hanging from the ceilings play sports events, but they almost disappear into the stunning atmosphere at the cosmopolitan-cool Blush (615 N.W. Riverside Drive). A two-story bar, lists of fancy cocktails, comfortable modern chairs, and walls of windows make this a place for gal pals.

Guys’ Night Out

Fox and Hound   Readers’ Pick

Shuffleboard. Check. Pool tables. Check. Darts. Check. TVs to watch the big games and bigger fights. Check. With an impressive drink menu ranging from imported dark beers to Indian pale ales, Fox and Hound (5416 E. Indiana St.) is all about spirits, sports, and fun.

Free Culture

Evansville Vanderburgh Public Library   Editors’ Pick

When the late Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges declared, “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library,” he probably wasn’t envisioning a giant map of Asia covering the floor in the children’s section. Or a Tales and Scales performance in the lobby. Or exhibits of photography, sculpture, and paintings. But in our city’s fantastic public library system, these programs — like the books — are worth checking out. The best part: You won’t need your wallet.

Day Spa

Absolute Beauty   Readers’ Pick

Here are a few spa buzzwords: paraffin dip, vitamin C mask, aromatherapy, and microdermabrasion. These services (and plenty more pampering) are available at Absolute Beauty (7144 E. Virginia St.). Try the Fusion Massage, a blend of relaxation, deep muscle, hot stone, and aromatherapy techniques.

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Shopping

Virtual Knowledge

GameStop   Editors’ Pick

The simple joystick of the first video game system is long gone. Today’s systems have multiple functions — from gaming to online video streaming to playing Blu-rays. For questions beyond our comprehension, it’s nice to have GameStop (800 N. Green River Road; 6401 E. Lloyd Expressway; 222 S. Red Bank Road), a place staffed with gamers who not only sell systems but also passionately play them.

Lingerie

Victoria’s Secret   Readers’ Pick

In 1977, Victoria’s Secret was founded by a California man who was mortified trying to buy lingerie for his wife in a bustling department store. When Victoria’s Secret opened in Eastland Mall (800 N. Green River Road) in 1992, it followed the formula of the first store in San Francisco: a shopping experience low on embarrassment and big on sexy (not sleazy) lingerie that offers a luxurious mix of form and function.

Place for Statement Shoes

Dillard’s   Readers’ Pick

Marilyn Monroe once quipped, “Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.” Our readers say they find just the right shoe at Dillard’s in Eastland Mall (800 N. Green River Road), whether it’s a killer heel by BCBG, a funky Coach sneaker, or a cozy Ugg boot.

Athletic Attire

Dick’s Sporting Goods   Readers’ Pick

It’s that time of year: the post-holiday rush of making New Year’s resolutions, joining gyms, buying treadmills, registering for road races, and signing up for exercise classes, all in a madcap attempt to bump the scale down a few digits. From footwear to fitness equipment, our readers say Dick’s Sporting Goods (6601 E. Lloyd Expressway) helps them gear up for an active lifestyle.

Shop Girl

Beth Martin, The Barefoot Cottage   Editors’ Pick

The custom-built wooden hutches. The playful “What Would Julia Do?” kitchen towels. The fabric-covered journals, hand-painted wall art, and bath soaps creatively displayed in an egg carton. We can’t help but swoon over just about everything in The Barefoot Cottage (1021 Lincoln Ave.), including its charming owner, Beth Martin. Martin’s manner is as easy and breezy as her shop, filled with whimsical yet down-to-earth treasures reminiscent of Anthropologie (but at Evansville prices).

Sexy Jeans

House of Bluez   Readers’ Pick

Arguably one of the best reasons to purchase the aforementioned athletic attire: rewarding your newly toned butt and thighs with a fabulous pair of jeans. House of Bluez (333 Metro Ave.) owner Jodi Merrick is a diva of denim, helping customers navigate a myriad of designer labels — and their oft-tricky sizing — to find the perfect fit.

Men’s Suits

Men’s Wearhouse   Readers’ Pick

Some men’s clothing stores only offer pleated, cuffed suit pants — a fine style that always will be with us. How about flat front pants? For both options: Men’s Wearhouse (163 N. Burkhardt Road; 6401 E. Lloyd Expressway).

Kitchen Gadgets

Kitchen Affairs   Readers’ Pick

Packed with high-tech gadgets (such as the electric griddler that’s a contact grill, panini press, full grill, or griddle all in one) to simple, well-done utensils (such as white porcelain measuring spoons with a blue filet border), Kitchen Affairs (4610 Vogel Road) boasts more than 80,000 meal-making items at their store and online.

Stylish Gifts

Basket Kases   Readers’ Pick

The gift-giving season may have slowed, but our readers say they frequent this shop near the University of Evansville (2009 Lincoln Ave.) for classy gifts that are perfect any time of year: gourmet food, art, accessories, home décor, jewelry, candles, and then some.

Outdoor Furniture

Lowe’s   Readers’ Pick

It’s winter now, but by March — well, probably April — we’ll be outside again enjoying spring-like weather. From hammocks to umbrellas to swings to gazebos, Lowe’s (103 S. Red Bank Road; 6716 Oak Grove Road) packs plenty for an outdoor living space. If you can’t wait until spring, check out the fire pits and outdoor heaters.

Darling Duds

Downtown Newburgh   Editors’ Pick

Three of the newest additions to the Downtown Newburgh shopping scene are targeted to the tiniest fashionistas: Hooray! (103 State St.) specializes in European designer children’s clothing. Clare & Co. (10 W. Jennings St.) is an upscale resale shop, and Sprout (102A State St.) offers stylish, personalized clothing and gifts for babies and kids.

Natural Food Store

Adele’s Naturally/Adele’s Natural Foods   Readers’ Pick

Convinced of the benefits of wholesome food, Adele Cottrell opened a natural food store in Evansville nearly 40 years ago — “at a time when ridicule was pretty pervasive,” says her daughter, Karen Yoe. Today, the 95-year-old Cottrell lets the next generation run her business, but her forward-thinking legacy continues with Adele’s Naturally (2704 Lincoln Ave.) and Adele’s Natural Foods (3415 N. First Ave.), two shops that carry organic foods, vitamins and supplements, and natural health and beauty projects.

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Dining

Second Coming

Jeanne’s Gelato and More   Editors’ Pick

When the owners of Jeanne’s Gelato and More (2003 Lincoln Ave.) vacated their Fourth Street digs (now home to Eclipse Spanish Tapas Bar and Restaurant), their departure carried a question mark. Was the restaurant moving? Gone for good? We’re happy to report the former. Now serving creamy Italian ice cream from a spot near the University of Evansville, the restaurant’s vibe is appropriately college coffeehouse. The warm-colored walls are welcoming, the furniture comfortable, and the atmosphere cozy.

First Date Restaurant

Bonefish Grill   Readers’ Pick

Surrounded by shops, restaurants, and bright lights at one of the city’s busiest intersections, Bonefish Grill (6401 E. Lloyd Expressway) keeps the interior lights dim. All the better to set the mood for a romantic first date.

Vegetarian-Friendly Restaurant

Penny Lane Coffeehouse   Readers’ Pick

While this cozy, artsy Downtown coffee shop (600 S.E. Second St.) may not have a complete menu, it does have to-die-for daily specials that attract everyone from dreadlocked hipsters to businessmen in suits. On a cold winter day, try the African peanut soup, organic vegan black bean chili, or Turkish spinach lentil soup.

Late-Night Dining

Bar Louie   Readers’ Pick

With 13 big-screen TVs, 20 beers on tap, and a chic, urban atmosphere, time tends to slip away at Bar Louie (7700 Eagle Crest Blvd.). That’s OK: A double winner in this year’s Best Of competition, Bar Louie stays open until 2 a.m. Monday through Saturday. We’re partial to $1 burger night on Tuesdays.

Restaurant Opened in 2010

Café Arazu   Readers’ Pick

Located in a historic Newburgh icehouse, the Café Arazu menu boasts Middle Eastern dishes with Midwestern personality. Read more about the “Best Restaurant Opened in 2010” (17 W. Jennings St., Newburgh) in First Impressions.

Reason to Say Amore

Vecchio’s Italian Market and Delicatessen   Editors’ Pick

Growing up in the Bronx, third-generation Italian Frank Spadavecchio was surrounded by bakeries, meat markets, and delis. When he moved to the Tri-State, he wanted to bring such an Italian staple here. His tiny shop (14 W. Jennings St., Newburgh) serves lunch daily, and the shelves and coolers brim with a gorgeous selection of imported meats, cheeses, pastas, and other groceries. A hidden treat: the domestic microbrewed beers in the wine cellar.

Deli

Emge’s Deli and Ice Cream   Readers’ Pick

The small staff size is a blessing at this local restaurant (206 Main St.). Employees’ faces are familiar and friendly. Go there often enough, and they’ll remember your name. The traditional deli menu is the primary draw. A few standouts not regularly on the menu are the taco salad and chess pie.

Chicken Salad

Maxine’s Café and Bakery   Readers’ Pick

We asked readers to vote for their favorite chicken salad — singular — but Maxine’s (1322 N. Green River Road) offers three. The house variety has walnuts and honey-mustard mayo; the vegetable chicken salad brims with artichoke hearts and broccoli; and the curry version includes golden raisins and celery.

Chocolate Chip Cookie

Just Rennie’s Cookie Co.   Readers’ Pick

The plump and hefty Just Rennie’s chocolate chunk cookie (not chip, owner Doug Rennie insists) earned top honors from our readers. The cookies start with premium ingredients such as imported Belgian chocolate and pure vanilla. The result: a sinfully rich cookie with an unbelievably soft center. Buy them Downtown (102 S.E. Fourth St.) or satisfy the sweet tooth of out-of-towners by ordering online (www.justrennies.com, shipping available to all 50 states).

Fried Chicken

Log Inn   Readers’ Pick

We love buckets of chicken, but we love overflowing plates of fried goodness, too. The family-style serving at the Log Inn (Warrenton Road at Old State Road) is just part of the allure of this (very) North Side restaurant. It’s the oldest restaurant in Indiana, visited by Abraham Lincoln in 1844.

Fiddlers

Knob Hill Tavern   Readers’ Pick

Fiddlers — the catfish kind — are serious business in Evansville, and most restaurant owners are tight-lipped about the recipes. One secret to the taste of the Knob Hill Tavern (1016 Highway 662 W., Newburgh) fiddler is that every catfish is prepared in the same fryer. No other food receives such special treatment.

Burrito

Los Bravos   Readers’ Pick

In a world where Mexican restaurants tout burritos for numerous reasons (They’re cheap! They’re quick! They’re big!), it’s nice to hear this reason: Los Bravos’ burritos are good. In our world, taste matters as much as price, speed, and size, and Los Bravos shines in every category.

Ice Cream

Lic’s Deli and Ice Cream   Readers’ Pick

In the 1950s, Lloyd’s Ice Cream shops were an Evansville institution. Nearly 60 years later, the legacy lives on (L-I-C’s — get it?). Our readers say whether they want a treat that’s sinful (try the chocolate-chip ice cream sandwich) or saintly (the fat-free strawberry margarita sorbet, a warm-weather favorite), Lic’s is the top shop.

Unexpected River View

Temptations Buffet   Editors’ Pick

Inside the Casino Aztar Hotel (421 N.W. Riverside Drive) is a second-floor restaurant available for locals and visitors alike, and a main attraction for dining there is the river view. A wall of windows along the river’s edge offers a long look down the Ohio River. You may feel like a visitor; you’re not. It’s just a new perspective on your city.

Strip-Plaza Secret

Pizza Chef   Editors’ Pick

In a weathered strip plaza long past its glory days is a restaurant with wood-paneled walls, local sports memorabilia, and interior neon signs. Pizza Chef (4938 Highway 261, Newburgh) feels as if nothing has changed in 40 years, except for the steaming pizza that’s carried from the oven to the lunch buffet. The spread is an admittedly weird mix of salad bar fixings, country cookin’, and crisp thin-crust pizza. Go for the pizza.

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People

Trainer for the Weak-Willed

Tony Maslan   Readers’ Pick

In 1998, Tony Maslan deadlifted 611 pounds, then a Junior American Deadlift record. Later, he’d win a bodybuilding contest. Maslan is not here to bulk you up, though. As the owner of Custom Fit Personal Training, he’s here to make you fit and healthy — often with his trademark humor.  Evansville Living once asked Maslan his advice for eliminating the dreaded muffin top. “Push away from the table,” he said.

Civil Servant

Eric Williams   Readers’ Pick

Eric Williams begins his second and final term as the sheriff of Vanderburgh County this year, and when he speaks about his position, he talks less about crime statistics and more about community. “I do feel — and it’s purely a feeling — that we’re on the right track,” he once told Evansville City View, “that there’s a sense of honor and pride to be part of the sheriff’s office.”

Most Creative Evansvillian

Bob Renock   Readers’ Pick

Bob Renock is a principal partner in Zero Echo Media, a local advertising agency offering services from video production to marketing research, but his creativity isn’t limited to the workplace. Our readers recognized Renock, who admits he was raised on Motown and pro wrestling, for his abilities in Web design, music, digital media, and more.

Homebuilder

John Elpers   Readers’ Pick

Nearly 30 years ago, John Elpers began working in the construction industry. Today, he heads John Elpers Homes, a company dedicated to building family-friendly homes. It’s the perfect fit: Elpers is a family man who proudly displays his family of five on his business’ website.

Voice to Wake Up To

Micah Schweizer   Editors’ Pick

At 6 a.m., when we’re rolling out of bed and brewing coffee, WNIN’s Micah Schweizer is clocking in to host NPR’s Morning Edition on 88.3 FM. The onetime German teacher turned reporter/producer knows there’s more to radio than a great voice. When it comes to reporting, Schweizer chooses quiet insight over noisy sensationalism, and he knows how to connect with his audience across the airwaves.

Woman on the Move

Andrea Hays   Editors’ Pick

When the young, energetic Andrea Hays accepted a job as program director of the Welborn Baptist Foundation’s move•ment initiative, she shouldered a huge responsibility: Encourage Evansville, a city with high rates of overweight, obesity, and associated health problems, to eat well and get moving. She walks the walk. At a recent Welborn Baptist Foundation event, when a speaker asked how many people had purposely parked their cars at the back of the lot, Hays’ was one of a few hands in the air.

Community Muscle

Tom Petrig   Editors’ Pick

When construction began a year ago on the new Evansville Arena, Tom Petrig looked at the building schedule and knew it would be tight. The challenge is achievable — says Petrig, the superintendent of subcontractor Deig Bros. — and worth it, considering the multimillion-dollar project needs to evoke a sense of community pride. Petrig keeps spirits high on site with a sense of humor. When asked if he’ll attend the first event in the arena (a men’s basketball game pitting the University of Evansville and Indiana University) in November, Petrig jokes, “If I live that long.”

Real Estate Agent

Carol McClintock   Readers’ Pick

After a varied career that included stints as the city’s director of parks and recreation and work in public radio and TV, our readers say Carol McClintock has found her true calling. As a Newburgh-based broker associate with F.C. Tucker Emge Realtors, she’s been named the company’s top real estate agent for the region and the state. Gov. Mitch Daniels tapped her expertise for the Indiana Real Estate Commission, a government-appointed body that shapes the real estate profession in Indiana.

Sports Coach

Marty Simmons   Readers’ Pick

Marty Simmons may have lost more than 100 pounds, but there’s still a huge weight on his shoulders: to return the University of Evansville men’s basketball team to greatness. So far, it hasn’t been a slam dunk, but the road to the top has had positives — including a triumphant win over Butler University (then a top-25 team) this season.

Nonprofit Leader

Linda White   Readers’ Pick

Linda White is president and CEO of Deaconess, a health system of six hospitals and more than 40 sites across the Tri-State. White, who began her healthcare career as a registered nurse, exudes compassion in the health system and in the community. From serving on countless nonprofit boards to taking the stage at Evansville ARC’s Really Big Show, White has been known to do most anything for a good cause.

Local TV Personality

Mike Blake   Readers’ Pick

In the TV industry, often said to have a revolving door of anchors and reporters, Mike Blake’s 40-plus-year career at WFIE is an anomaly. The Northern Indiana transplant is a definitive Southwest Indiana staple: From sports reporting to anchoring, Blake has covered every aspect of our city, and guests are booked on his midday show months in advance.

Heart and Soul

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Julie Stucki and Dr. Prasanna Yalamanchili

When Julie Stucki was born, she was one of seven babies in the neonatal intensive care unit with tetralogy of Fallot, a rare congenital heart defect. All of the babies died — except for Stucki. Thirty-three years and four open-heart surgeries later, the Evansville resident works as a cardiac rehab exercise specialist at The Heart Hospital, where she helps other heart disease survivors improve their well-being. This fall, Stucki earned a new title: WomenHeart Champion, which places her among a select group of women nationwide who are trained to educate their communities about prevention, detection, diagnosis, and treatment of women’s heart disease.

After an intensive application process, Stucki was accepted to and attended WomenHeart’s Science and Leadership Symposium at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn. The four-day event in October drew female heart disease survivors from across the nation to participate in activities ranging from a red wine cocktail hour to anatomy lessons to classes in meditation and relaxation. Of the 53 attendees, Stucki was the youngest, but the group was diverse: One woman from California, a 41-year-old fitness buff who was “skinny as can be,” Stucki recalls, suffered a massive heart attack that doctors passed off as everything from lung problems to swallowing a bug. Another woman in her 40s, convinced she was experiencing symptoms of heart disease, visited four doctors before obtaining a correct diagnosis.

Stucki’s own history and her fellow WomenHeart Champions taught her that heart disease doesn’t discriminate, and that’s the message she hopes to spread with the help of Dr. Prasanna Yalamanchili, a physician with The Heart Group. “Women have to be aware that it’s not just a man’s disease,” says Yalamanchili, describing the stereotypical heart disease patient: an overweight, male smoker over 50 with hypertension. But WomenHeart notes that heart disease is the leading cause of death for women, killing more than one-third of women in the United States. According to the American Heart Association, that’s more than breast cancer and all other cancers combined. 

To raise awareness, Stucki and Yalamanchili have planned numerous activities and projects: presentations, a presence at Feb. 19’s Day of Dance, and more. For Stucki, the WomenHeart symposium helped shape those programs and her passion for advocacy. “I sleep with a notepad beside my bed,” Stucki says. “This always has been a dream. I just never had the tools to carry it out.”

Flu Fighter

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One line on the flu webpage for the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention states, “Flu is a serious contagious disease that can lead to hospitalization and even death.” Oh boy. And, the H1N1 virus (first known as the swine flu) still is around. It is the first flu pandemic in more than 40 years, and CDC officials expect the H1N1 virus to spread this season.

Panic? No. Prevention? Yes.

The CDC recommends the flu vaccine as the first step of prevention. We asked Dr. Donald Brake, a St. Mary’s family physician, about common flu myths.

If I get a flu shot, am I more likely to get the flu?

No! It is a “killed” virus, and it helps the body stimulate your immune system to form antibodies against the flu virus. Unfortunately, some may experience flu-like symptoms while their immune system is forming these antibodies.

Do Airborne-like products work?

Great marketing but no real scientific evidence to support their claims. I view these as overpriced vitamins. Yes, appropriate nutrition and well-balanced meals help to keep your body in good shape. Good hand washing, covering (your mouth and nose) when you cough or sneeze, and disinfecting common utensils and products that come in contact with people are great methods of prevention.

Do dairy products make sore throats worse?
I do not believe it to be true. Unless you have milk allergies, it is very beneficial to one’s body.

Women First

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The YWCA's Tea Room

When Albion Fellows married Hilary Bacon, a prominent Evansville businessman, she quit her job as a court stenographer and lived a tranquil, comfortable life in a First Street mansion. But Fellows Bacon, born in 1865, felt called to more. A tour of a slum tenement opened her eyes to the poverty and homelessness plaguing a fast-growing Evansville, and she wrote, spoke, and lobbied the government about social reform issues. The YWCA, an organization she founded, turns 100 this year. Executive director Erika Taylor and city leaders, including Mayor Jonathan Weinzapfel, will celebrate the centennial on March 3.

Helping Women
The Working Girls’ Association, a forerunner of the YWCA (118 Vine St.), provided refuge and support for women who had long commutes for their Evansville jobs. In 1979, the YWCA became a shelter for victims of domestic violence. “I think that showed a lot of vision and guts on behalf of the board,” says Taylor. “It was a controversial topic in 1979.

Later, leaders added a residential program for homeless women with substance abuse problems. The program has found success: Eighty-six percent of women remaining in the program for at least 90 days find employment, and 70 percent of graduates maintain sobriety for a two-year monitoring period. Several have returned to the program to act as mentors, advocates, or sponsors.

Helping Futures
One YWCA program, Live Y’ers, begins with at-risk female students at Lodge and Glenwood schools and follows them through Bosse High School. The after-school program encourages girls to graduate from high school and delay pregnancy, and it connects girls with mentors and leads them in activities from cooking to career education. Taylor says that in 2010, the program boasted a 100 percent graduation rate (compared to 78 percent for Bosse High School overall) and a pregnancy rate of 2.1 percent (the national average for at-risk minority girls is 15.3 percent).

Helping All
Tea rooms were the coffeehouses of the first half of the 20th century. Women owned most of these fashionable places to meet friends. The YWCA’s tea room remains today, but it isn’t just for ladies who lunch. The YWCA welcomed Food Network star Alton Brown when he stopped in Evansville during a cross-country trip. He raved about the tea room’s herb chicken salad, proclaiming it “just the right balance of tarragon and dill.” High praise for a menu comprised of recipes from board members.

The YWCA does more than fill bellies. In the mid-1920s, the YWCA’s Aqua Maids formed. Their legacy of synchronized swim classes continues as seven women, most in their 70s and 80s, meet often to practice their routines.

On March 3, the nonprofit celebrates its milestone birthday with the Founders Day Celebration and Open House, an event honoring 100 Evansville women dedicated to improving the city over the past 100 years. To nominate, visit www.ywcaevansville.org. Nominations are due Feb. 1.

Natalie Jost

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One midnight around Christmas, a 5-year-old Natalie Jost awoke with the urge to “just get up and make something,” she recalls, so she cut up a pile of hair ties and transformed them into a tree ornament. The San Diego native’s creations have long since matured, and today, the Evansville mother of three works from her basement studio as a Web designer and owner of Olive Manna, a company selling textiles and paper goods: journals, stickers, gift wrap, ribbon, fabric, and more.

How she got started:
Before the birth of her first daughter, now 8, Jost worked a secretarial job at a small company with a “really terrible” website, she admits. Jost was interested in learning about Web and graphic design, so she approached company leaders, asking if she could spend a few hours a week learning the ropes. She eventually left her full-time job to design websites from home.

How she got started (again):
Jost launched Olive Manna in 2007, the year she and her husband welcomed twin girls, now 3. She began her business by licensing patterns she had designed as website backgrounds, but soon, customers began requesting products that featured Jost’s patterns: notebooks, stationery, etc. Then, to complement those items, Jost began selling packaging materials such as paper, twine, and gift tags.

Her inspiration:

“Life,” Jost says. “Everything I do is sort of by accident.” Once, while painting a frame, she dripped paint onto a clothespin that was holding down the frame. She liked the look and painted the whole clothespin. After she refined the process to be more eco-friendly — hand-staining instead of painting — the colorful clothespins became a hallmark Olive Manna product.

Your inspiration:

On her personal blog, Jost intersperses reflections on faith and family with do-it-yourself craft tutorials. Learn how to crochet drink coasters, cover a book in fabric, and create wall art on a budget. (Jost painted and distressed a $1 set of oak frames from Goodwill, giving them a country cottage look.)

Follow Jost on her blog, www.nataliejost.com, and shop for Olive Manna products online at www.olivemanna.com.

Link Up

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The Rollergirls of Southern Indiana

Roller Rules: In E the People, readers discovered the combined weight of the roller derby team, the Rollergirls of Southern Indiana, had a combined roster weight of 2,100 pounds. That’s an average of 150 pounds per skater. These women make one fierce bunch. Never seen a roller derby game? Watch ROSI from your desk.

“V” Is for “Vaginas”: The Vagina Monologues, a woman-powered production about gender issues in America and around the world, returns to Evansville under the direction of longtime local thespian, Steve Small. His efforts support the Albion Fellows Bacon Center, a domestic violence shelter. Yet, the University of Southern Indiana and the University of Evansville also have performed the inspiring show. Learn what students think about their vaginas here and here.

The Hidden Homeless: In our Comfort Zone department, readers learned the tribulations experienced by clients and the executive director of Ruth’s House, a shelter for homeless women with addictions. Recently, the Indy Star published a gripping story about the “hidden homeless.” Read it here.

Circus Stunts: Like many Cirque du Soleil productions, La Nouba includes daring stunts such as aerial ballet, bicycle stunts, and power track/trampoline, which lets performers bounce off the walls and through the windows of an onstage building. See the spectacle in this trailer.

Evansville native Cheryl Ann Sanders currently performs as La Petite Madame, or the Cleaning Lady, in La Nouba at Walt Disney World. The show didn’t require Sanders to participate in any acrobatic feats, but she told Evansville Living she’d “love to learn something new and daring.”

Sounds like Ice Cream: Columbus, Ind., native and Evansville Living senior staff writer Kristen Lund returns to her hometown to witness the revitalization of a longtime staple: Zaharakos, a soda fountain and ice cream parlor more than a century old. Indianapolis Monthly magazine recently made a list of 50 things every Hoosier must do. Number one: “Sit at the counter at Zaharakos.” The atmosphere is one reason for your visit. The popular orchestrion is a hoot. Listen.

Let It Snow

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Last year, nearly 60 million skiers and snowboarders reported to U.S. slopes. One resort looking to cash in on the snow bunnies with downhill passions is Paoli Peaks. The nearby winter attraction waits for cold weather every mid-December through March, and this ski resort in Southern Indiana needs snow. If Mother Nature doesn’t cooperate, the snow show must go on.

More than 110 stationary towers and artificial snowmaking machines can produce approximately 12 inches of manmade snow over 65 ski-able acres in 24 hours. All that snow means that even if your front yard isn’t quite a winter wonderland, Paoli’s landscape is.

Paoli may not need freezing temperatures, but the right weather makes a difference. Ideal conditions for the resort call for low humidity and temperatures in the teens or 20s, but dense manmade snow withstands temperatures up to 50 degrees. “You can come and ski even when you think you shouldn’t be able to,” says Vickie Lincks, Paoli’s marketing director.

To blanket the slopes with fresh powder, Paoli officials fired up the snow machines Dec. 1. The goal was to reach an average snow base of 30-50 inches — a mark Paoli reached Dec. 17, 2010, when it opened for the season. The staff still dreams of snow. “I say ‘snow’ a thousand times a day,” says Lincks. “It takes over everything here. Snow is why we exist.”

For more information on Paoli Peaks, visit www.paolipeaks.com.

Reading List

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What books are you reading now? That’s a question I’ve been asked quite a bit recently. It’s a natural question this time of year; you likely received a book or two as a gift this holiday season.

Maybe you bought an e-book reader last year — a Nook or a Kindle. I’m very intrigued by the e-book readers. The features of the Nook or Kindle appeal entirely to my recent book-reading habits. I multitask and browse books, at times working even on two or three, and predictably, barely finishing any of them. With an e-book reader, I could browse on the go. And, when asked what I’m reading, I would reply, “The Help; A Passage to India; The One-Year Chronological Bible; Animal, Vegetable, Miracle; and a book on yoga with a racy title.” All that and more would be on my Kindle.

But I don’t have a Kindle, and I’m settling into a book early this year — one that couldn’t even be loaded on an e-book reader: Me and My Family by Gladys Groves McPeek, 1974. I’ve been carrying around this tidy 64-page book with its sunny yellow cover and intricate hand-tooled cover type, authored by my maternal great-grandmother (born in 1883). It’s the story of her growing up on rural farms in Rome and Derby, Ind., in Perry County, marrying, and later moving to Osceola, Iowa, where my mother was born to the only daughter of my great-grandmother’s seven children.

“Mother Mac,” as I knew her, was a gifted writer. I especially have enjoyed reading about her teenage years in the Ohio River Valley:

There were forty to fifty young people in our little valley who were closely associated during my fourteen to seventeen-year age period, and we had many exciting times. There were many home parties and well advertised Sunday School picnics which were almost universally attended regardless of church affiliations. Of course excitement at any age is always a relative matter, and without automobiles, television and movies, it is difficult for our teen-agers of the 1970s to understand how a bright colored croquet set and a big grassy country lawn could entertain six or eight young people for a whole Sunday afternoon.

I am treasuring the vivid scenes “Mother Mac’s” text has given me this year.

Perhaps you noticed the volume and issue number of this issue of Evansville Living, printed on our masthead: Volume 12, Issue 1. With each issue, our staff strives to convey to readers of this magazine its sincere appreciation for allowing us to share the great stories of Evansville. Thank you! We traditionally open the year with the annual Best of Evansville issue, a feature we have much fun putting together.

Happy New Year! As always, I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,
Kristen K Tucker
Kristen K. Tucker
Publisher & Editor

Lasting Impressions

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In the 1870s, a group of French artists shook up their nation’s art culture by painting city streets, outdoor cafés, picnics, and the countryside. Provocative, non? These subjects were radical at a time when paintings with classical, religious, and mythological themes drew the highest acclaim. Among the young radicals who challenged the establishment, arguing that art should mirror real life, were Claude Monet, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, and Camille Pissarro.

Their work, characterized by brilliant color, changing light, and visible brushstrokes, gained tremendous favor with the public. Today, these paintings are known as some of the most enduring in the modern world. Through Jan. 23, 100 definitive Impressionist paintings will be on display in “The Birth of Impressionism: Masterpieces from the Musée d’Orsay” at Nashville, Tenn.’s Frist Center for the Visual Arts. Then, the works will return to their permanent home in Paris’ Musée d’Orsay, an art museum housed in a former train station.

The chance to view art by Monet, Renoir, Edgar Degas, Édouard Manet, and other champions of the Impressionist movement is well worth the two and a half-hour drive from Evansville to Nashville, the final stop for the exhibition. (Previously, it was on display in Madrid and San Francisco while the Musée d’Orsay underwent restoration work.) When representatives from the Paris museum visited Music City, “we lucked out,” says Emily Beard, the Frist Center’s communications coordinator. “They fell in love with Nashville and with the Frist Center.”

For more information, see our Guide.

May Make You Laugh

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In 1989, Sam Kinison was a foul-mouthed comedian who screamed his jokes to his audience, and his popularity soared. Ralphie May was then a 17-year-old upstart who was honing his skills at hotel bars and pizza restaurants in Clarksville, Ark., when he won a comedy contest to open for Kinison. The prize included a limo ride with Kinison to the show. Kinison asked May if he was nervous because, after all, May was performing for 3,000 people who hadn’t paid to see him. The gravity of the situation sank in, but Kinison offered May advice: Close the act with one of Kinison’s old jokes — one that involved yelling and cursing at the audience. It was classic Kinison material.

After a solid opening for the seven-minute act, May flubbed a joke and panicked. He rushed his next joke, so May screamed obscenities like Kinison. The audience booed mercilessly, and May was horrified. Kinison came onstage unannounced. He apologized to the audience and declared May would never make it as a comedian. Despondent, May called his mother to pick him up, but while on the phone, one of Kinison’s employees told May that Kinison admired May’s courage. One after-party later, May knew he could be a comedian.

He moved to Houston to hone his act. May says he learned from “the greatest comedian you never heard of,” Danny Martinez, a comedy club owner who demanded young comics learn to write clean acts because clean acts are for TV. From there, May played clubs, made television appearances (from The Tonight Show with Jay Leno to Last Comic Standing), and sold out 3,000-seat venues. May rolls into the Victory Theatre in February.

Since that moment with Kinison, who was your comedy idol, how has your act changed?

I’m way more honest, and I’m way more in touch with who I really am. That’s the best part about it. For most comedians, they don’t know who they are until about eight years into it, and now at 21 years (later), I think I got it.

Why is honesty an important part of comedy?
There are a lot of comedians who have great careers playing characters, but the comics I like best are the ones who are honest. If you don’t know who you are, you won’t have the confidence to believe you can make any audience love that joke.

How does who you are play into your show?

I’m only contracted to give 45 minutes, but my shows are generally close to two hours. The reason I go long is because I didn’t come from rich people, and my fans don’t have a lot of disposable income. When it takes them nearly two hours (from wages) to pay for my ticket, I respect that, and I try to give them that much time back.

For more on May’s performance, see our Guide.

Brown Bagging It

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To celebrate the opening of the Arts Council of Southwestern Indiana’s new gallery in 2007, executive director Mary Jane Schenk brought in the Evansville Philharmonic Orchestra’s Eykamp String Quartet for a public performance. In attendance was EPO conductor Alfred Savia, who noted to Schenk the amazing acoustics of the gallery. The cork floor and 17-foot ceiling created a musically conducive space. Soon, the quartet returned to practice.

More than a dozen restaurants line Main Street over six blocks. In the center of it all is the arts council’s gallery. That convenience, combined with the music-friendly gallery, inspired the Brown Bag Lunch Series. The weekly event’s concept: Patrons visit Downtown restaurants for a carryout lunch, and bring it to a free performance inside the arts council’s building. There, a different act entertains the audience every Wednesday through April. Now, nearly 100 people watch performers — from small jazz groups to big choirs to dancers. A few on tap this January: David Schnerr, a classical and jazz artist, and Carol Dallinger and Anne Fiedler, University of Evansville music professors and EPO musicians. The musicians are fans, too: One jazz performer once confided in Schenk, “I need to record here.”

Just Desserts

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When Lynn Kyle arrived at the Lampion Center 16 years ago, the nonprofit organization needed a major fundraiser, she thought. As the new executive director, Kyle tapped the advice of her twin sister, Leslie Luebcke, a marketing specialist. From Luebcke’s mind came A Chocolate Affair, a long-running gala.

Kyle and Luebcke asked local restaurant leaders for desserts with an emphasis on chocolate. Five responded, including Kirby’s Private Dining owner Scott Schymik, who offered his Downtown location for the event. Today, the Chocolate Affair’s popularity has outgrown Kirby’s, and nearly 600 people arrive at the annual event held in the atrium of Old National Bank’s headquarters.

Restaurant owners’ commitment to share a dazzling array of rich desserts remains. On Feb. 5, Kyle expects around 10,000 chocolate pieces (roughly four per attendee) from 10 restaurants. The experience nets Lampion more than $60,000 every year, but it does more than raise funds, Kyle says. It spreads the message of the Lampion Center’s range of services such as family counseling, adoption programs, and crisis help — and when there’s dessert, people listen, Kyle learned from her sister Luebcke. Kyle says, “She knows what people like.”

For more information, see our Guide.

Top Dog

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Bacon wrapped hot dog from RJ's Smokehouse

I’ve written about the Fall Festival — that heavenly first week in October when booths with fried food line West Franklin Street — so much that just writing about it makes me feel full. When I heard about the bacon-wrapped hot dog at R.J’s Smokehouse, I rushed over. The dish evoked Fall Festival fantasies.

Robert Jackson, the owner and R.J. of R.J.’s Smokehouse, opened the restaurant in 2005 on Riverside Drive. Then, the menu boasted soul food, but a move two years later shifted the focus on the Kansas City-style, tomato-based barbecue. Jackson’s soul food roots remain, though, especially when touting the Chicago-style hot dog.

Known for plump portions, the Chicago-style hot dog comes clad with ample toppings chopped in chunks or cut in slices. Jackson’s dogs, such as the bacon-wrapped hot dog ($3.75), follow that method as he heaps generous helpings of neon relish (a sweet-pickle condiment with a fluorescent tint), tomatoes, and onions onto the meaty dish. He calls this version, “dragged through the garden.” Served on a poppyseed bun, this monster boasts a smoky bacon flavor, and yet it feels un-Fall Festival-esque. Where is the grease? Jackson credits his use of peanut oil as the reason for this fun and surprisingly light meal. The heartier option is the pit bull dog — a foot-long topped with barbecue beef and onions. Jackson says, “It’s a bad boy.”

For more information on R.J.’s Smokehouse, see our Dining Directory.

Feeling Groggy

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In the 1700s, as one theory goes, British sailors discovered the proof and flavor profile of Caribbean rum overpowered the algae-laced warm water stowed on ships. That discovery became Grog, a rum-based cocktail — a way to stretch their daily ration of rum over long journeys.

Today, Grog remains a popular cocktail, and so powerful is the drink that some bars throughout America limit customers to two. The sailors drank well, but Grog doesn’t have to knock you out. The recipe below is wonderful, light, and complex.

Ingredients:

•  1.5 ounces of Sailor Jerry spiced rum
•  1 teaspoon sugar
•  Squeeze of lemon juice
•  Cinnamon stick
•  Boiling water

Instructions:

Combine all ingredients in a coffee mug except the cinnamon stick, adding boiling water last to fill the rest of the mug. Stir with the cinnamon stick until the sugar is dissolved. Though not necessary, add three to four black peppercorns, grated nutmeg, or coriander. Honey — a softer nuance — may be substituted for sugar, or try an orange peel for depth and complexity.

Tom Fischer of Evansville is the host of an online show, BourbonBlog.com. He works closely with his website’s drink advisor, mixologist Stephen Dennison.

Persian Persuasion

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Shepherd salad platter: kalamata olives, feta cheese, fresh sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, pita bread, hummus, and mumarrah dip.

State Street nosedives toward the Ohio River in downtown Newburgh. Two- and three-story buildings packed tightly together line the street. Children’s boutiques sit near antique furniture stores. A small Italian market nestles by a stained glass shop. A red telephone booth stands by the library. On this chilly evening, the whole scene is a real-life snow globe yet to be shaken with winter fluff.

My friends and I dash from State Street to Jennings Street into a former 1800s icehouse rehabbed several times over — most recently as a restaurant, Café Arazu. The atmosphere is welcoming. Exposed brick walls mesh with the hardwood floor. Tables removed from a corner create space needed for a guitar-playing songstress to perform later. Dashes of color sprout from the low-hanging modern light fixtures. On one wall are hookah pipes and colorful Middle Eastern cloths, items collected during owner Penny Nejad’s world travels.

As the sixth of nine children, Nejad hit the kitchen as soon as her mother returned to work. The Pennsylvania native made home-style food — big on casseroles. When she met her future husband Ben, a Persian, he introduced his wife to a world of lavosh, tandoori, and curry. In 1993, Ben transferred to Evansville for a job in the plastics industry, and Nejad, a onetime pastry chef at a hotel in upstate New York, became a stay-at-home mom for her three children.

In 2008, with her children grown — and a recession that affected everyone — Nejad looked for job opportunities. Fascinated with world cultures, Nejad had studied art and history education. She envisioned herself a connector, a bridge to understanding other global traditions. On a walk with a friend one spring day in 2009, Nejad passed a historic building. It oozed charm, she thought, and the “For Sale” sign prompted possibility. “I’m a big believer in Newburgh, in general,” Nejad says, “and this place became available.” That space transformed into Nejad’s vision — a world mixing Persian, Indian, and Mediterranean dishes with her roots in her mother’s Pennsylvania kitchen creating suburban comfort food.

During my visit, we began with the wine menu with more than 40 selections, and the beer menu is equally as impressive. The appetizers sound recognizable such as the bruschetta and spinach artichoke dip. We chose the latter, a hot dip with grated Parmesan cheese served with warm pita bread or lavosh, a Middle Eastern bread I would come to obsess over. Lavosh tastes like naan bread, an Indian leavened flatbread. Indians and Persians “still share a lot of the same names for food,” says Nejad. She uses lavosh brilliantly throughout her menu, and during lunch, the soft and lightly charred bread is the wrap for many sandwiches.

At night, my entree was the tandoori butter chicken. The chicken pieces — a mild version of Buffalo wings with moments of spice — are accented with a creamy, colorful tandoori sauce, which mixes wonderfully with jasmine rice. The side of garlic potato wedges came with an intriguing house-made chipotle sauce with intense flavor.

This is meat-and potatoes land, and if you have a cantankerous friend who basks in familiar foods, Café Arazu is a place accommodating such a stickler. Take, for example, the Caesar salad, a safe bet. Ordered by my friend who loves home-cooked meals, he enjoyed the dish — a large, crisp lettuce wedge and a side of Caesar dressing. Nejad’s menu offers plenty for the trepid: marinated beef kebobs, a hamburger called the “J” Street NewBurgher, and a broiled, mustard-crusted salmon. The latter was a honking helping of salmon coated with a whole grain, white wine mustard. Grey Poupon it’s not. It’s light, thin, and subtle.  

Nejad designed her menu to be inclusive, and she refuses to throw the word “authentic” around. Persians “do more with herbs then I think Americans are ready for here,” Nejad says. Her in-laws, too, point out the differences in her dishes and the cooking from the Middle East, but authenticity isn’t a requirement for remarkable food. “It’s not that I think I have the best way,” Nejad says. “I just thought this is a chance I have to take.” 

It’s a chance worth visiting on a cold night — or any time of day.  

Café Arazu
Location: 17 W. Jennings St., Newburgh • Phone:  812-842-2200 • Hours: Open: 11 a.m.-10 p.m. Tues.-Sun. Closed Mon. • Adult Beverages: Yes • Prices: $8-$15 • Reservations: Yes • Payment: Major credit cards accepted (no American Express)

South of Philly Cheesesteak

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To a native Philadelphian, a cheesesteak simply can’t be considered authentic if it’s prepared more than an hour from the city. However, I couldn’t resist the challenge posed to me by a fan of Evansville Living’s Facebook page: Create a cheesesteak that looks and tastes like the real deal.

Although Evansville is far from Philly, I tapped a few of my favorite local sources for quality ingredients. I experimented with two different cuts of steak: a tender ribeye from Rivertown Butcher Shop (7766 Fruitwood Lane, Newburgh) and a flank steak from Stonewall Farms (10540 Schissler Road). As tradition dictates, the best cheesesteak is served on an Italian roll. Thank goodness for Vecchio’s Italian Market (14 W. Jennings St., Newburgh).

Philly Cheesesteak Recipe

Ingredients (for two sandwiches):
•  1 pound flank steak or ribeye
•  1 tablespoon minced garlic
•  Kosher salt
•  Fresh cracked black pepper
•  1/2 pound baby bella mushrooms, sliced
•  1 bell pepper, sliced thin (green is traditional, I prefer red or yellow)
•  1/2 yellow onion, sliced thin
•  6-8 slices Provolone cheese
•  2 8-inch Italian loaves
•  Extra virgin olive oil
•  Mayo or mustard (optional)

Preparation:
Freeze the steak in advance. This is the most important step, as it allows the steak to be sliced paper thin and stay tender when fully cooked.

Instructions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Sauté the bell pepper slices, garlic, and olive oil in a hot skillet for approximately 2 minutes. Add the onions and mushrooms and cook for an additional 2 minutes. Add the thinly sliced steak and cook until steak is fully browned, approximately 3-5 minutes. While cooking the vegetables and steak, toast bread in the oven for about 5 minutes.

Place half of the veggie/steak mixture on each toasted loaf and cover with Provolone cheese. Place sandwiches in the oven to finish. Once the cheese is melted, they’re ready to eat.

(Variations: Many Philadelphians swear by Cheez Whiz, but I prefer the less-processed Provolone. For a pizza steak, add 1 ounce of your favorite pizza sauce before topping with cheese.)

— Eli Haddix of Evansville has worked in the restaurant business for 12 years.

Soda Shop

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Lime flavored Green River ice cream soda

A century ago, Zaharakos was a bustling soda fountain and ice cream parlor in my hometown of Columbus, Ind., three hours northeast of Evansville. But five years ago, the once-vibrant Downtown institution, founded in 1900 by a trio of Greek brothers, was in trouble. After the third-generation owner died in 2006, Zaharakos closed, and its future looked uncertain. When Columbus entrepreneur Tony Moravec walked inside with a team of locals interested in saving the restaurant, “it was really in rough shape,” he recalls. A leaking roof had damaged the tin ceiling, interior woodwork, and 1890s maple wood floor. The orchestrion, a self-playing organ that merrily pumped music through the restaurant, had been sold to a collector in California.

Moravec decided the longtime community treasure had to be saved, and he tapped into his retirement money to fund a two-year renovation. In June 2009, a line stretched down the block when Zaharakos opened its doors. When patrons stepped inside, they saw a dramatically redone space with a pair of onyx soda fountains, a 50-foot double backbar, and the much-loved orchestrion, restored and repurchased from its previous owner. Zaharakos since has earned national acclaim and been featured in Indianapolis Monthly’s August 2010 issue, which included a list of 50 things every Hoosier must do. Number one: “Sit at the counter at Zaharakos.”

That’s what I did when I headed home for the holidays. Zaharakos now is a gleaming, 1900-esque ice cream parlor and soda fountain that serves a simple menu of sandwiches, soups, and salads. The sweet treats are the highlight: Fountain soda syrups number more than a dozen, and a popular flavor is the lime-flavored Green River. My husband ordered an ice cream soda (above), which blended Green River soda with Zaharakos’ homemade ice cream. I tried the raspberry chocolate chip ice cream, an unusual flavor that balanced a tart fruit taste with rich, flaky chocolate. The menu also includes milkshakes, malts, banana splits, and other diet-busting treats entirely worth the calories and the doable day trip from Southwest Indiana.

Working (Out) at Home

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With an impressive lineup of exercise equipment, this Warrick County home gym is a favorite spot for Howard and Cindy Nevins.

In 2008, when Cindy Nevins and her husband, Howard, moved from Newburgh’s Victoria Manor to Boonville, one of their house-hunting priorities was space for a home gym — a longtime staple in their residences. Two elliptical machines, a treadmill, a stationary bike, and plenty of weightlifting equipment fill a window-lined space in the family’s rural Warrick County home. Joining the setup is a Pilates reformer, which uses pulleys and springs to create resistance in exercises that aid core strength and flexibility.

The Nevinses and their two adult daughters, Breann Ellis and Courtney TenBarge, are “all into running,” Cindy says. This January, she’ll travel to Orlando, Fla., to run her first half-marathon, the Walt Disney World Half Marathon, with TenBarge.

The experience will be all the more significant after Cindy’s breast cancer diagnosis in 2007. “I always was into exercise,” she says. “It just made me more vigilant and aware that you need to keep going.”

Family Fitness Suite

When Dr. David and Doris Kim moved into their East Side home, the brick-floored, dark-paneled basement was “very rustic,” Doris recalls, “almost Byzantine.” The couple spent a year transforming the space into a family entertainment hub with a bar, a pool table, a home theater area, and a gym.

The gym occupies a space the Kims debated using as a home theater or a fitness room, but “we thought looking after our health was more of a priority,” Doris says. A treadmill, a Cybex recumbent bike, a weight machine, and a bench with free weights custom selected by Gilles Cycling and Fitness fill the room. With an adjacent dry sauna and a spa-worthy bathroom with marble floors and counters, the space totals approximately 700 square feet.

The couple designed the gym around their workout preferences. David, a radiation oncologist, enjoys running and lifting weights. A former competitive swimmer and tennis player, he’s “an all-around athletic guy,” says Doris, who prefers the stationary bike and Universal weight machine. With its wrap-around mirrored walls and ample floor space, the gym also is a haven for the Kims’ three daughters, ages 10, 5, and 3, who love to dance. “We pump up the music,” Doris says, “and they just go wild.”[pagebreak]

Relaxation Room

The previous owners used the space above the garage as a home gym, and the long mirror left new homeowner Debra Talley with little recourse when planning the room’s use. (Evansville Living featured the home in “Regal Redux,” January/February 2002.) But Talley has never been one to pump iron. A yoga, meditation, and ballet enthusiast, she kept the room rather empty except for two eight-foot Oscar statues, leftover props from an Academy Awards party she once hosted.

As an Evansville Dance Theatre board member, Talley holds weekly classes for other adults with a ballet hobby. The athletic activity keeps Talley in shape; plus, “it also is very relaxing,” she says.

Inspired by a luxury spa treatment she had with her daughter at a Mexican resort, Talley brought crystal bowl sound therapy to her home. The resonating sounds from mallets tapping against crystal bowls provide a sense of relaxation. Talley is a believer, and she bought a CD with the soothing sounds. The skylight offers tranquility, Talley says. “It’s just a relaxing place to go,” she says, “without all the outside noise to distract me.”

Mom Cave

Her husband and son may have claimed the home theater room as their “man cave,” but Kirsten Wagmeister has staked out her own “mom cave” in the family’s Victoria Manor home. Toile window treatments add a feminine touch to a functional space that’s home to a treadmill, TV, and armoire that holds files and gift-wrapping supplies.

Every morning after her children leave for school, Wagmeister hits the treadmill. She admits that running isn’t a lifelong love. Instead, she committed to exercise the year she turned 40, telling herself, “OK, girlfriend, you have to take charge of your heart health.”

Wagmeister’s husband, Dr. Lee Wagmeister, is a cardiothoracic surgeon who touts the benefits of exercise. A further motivator is her family history: At age 35, Wagmeister’s brother almost died from heart problems. It took her six months, she says, to be able to comfortably run a couple of miles. But what once seemed a daunting challenge now is part of her daily routine. “If I don’t get moving,” Wagmeister says, “I have no one to blame but myself.”

The First Day of Forever

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Three recently married couples offer inspiration for the perfect day — and a peek inside their wedding albums.

Lacey and Eric Vollmer of Huntingburg, Ind.

Married Nov. 6, 2010, at St. Henry Church in St. Henry, Ind., with a reception at Huntingburg Event Center.

How they met
As students at Indiana University, then through Best Home Furnishings, a Ferdinand, Ind., company owned by Lacey’s family where Eric works in advertising.

Their vision
An elegant affair with a vintage feel and plenty of tributes to family traditions. The couple married in the same small-town Catholic church as Lacey’s parents, where her grandparents also recently celebrated their 50th anniversary. The wedding party traveled between sites in a caravan of vintage automobiles, and during the reception, the couple used Lacey’s parents’ cake topper and Eric’s parents’ cake knife.

Personal touch
Lacey works as a photographer, so the Vollmers rented a photobooth for the reception. Guests entertained themselves by taking pictures both silly and sweet.

Most memorable moment
The quiet, private time Lacey and Eric shared before the ceremony. “We had all the hustle and bustle of getting ready,” she recalls, “and it was really laid-back and special.”

Ashweena Gonuguntla and Rama Mukkamala of Okemos, Mich.

Married August 12, 2006, at Montage with a reception at The Columbia Club (both in Indianapolis)

How they met
Former Newburgh resident Ashweena, now a pediatrician and assistant professor in medicine at Michigan State University, met Rama, now an associate professor of electrical engineering at Michigan State University, through their families. The introduction was what Ashweena calls a “more modern” version of an Indian arranged marriage — “it’s not like I didn’t have a choice,” she says. The couple met two days before Christmas 2005 and immediately clicked.

Their vision
A formal Indian wedding, which included a three-hour ceremony and hundreds of flowers in the traditional red and white wedding colors. Since the bride and groom both were raised in the United States, their non-Indian friends made up approximately half of the crowd. A program explained the significance of each event.

Personal touch
“I’m obsessed with Mike Libs pecan flipovers,” confesses Ashweena. The couple gave the Evansville treats to their guests as wedding favors.

Most memorable moment
At the reception, two family friends performed a lively Bhangra dance. “It riled up the whole crowd and set the mood for a fun party,” Ashweena says.

Toni and Ken Tadlock of Evansville

Married April 5, 2008, at Neu Chapel on the University of Evansville campus with a reception at Paradise Pavilion in Newburgh

How they met
On the job at ThyssenKrupp Elevator, where Ken is a mechanic and Toni formerly worked as a sales representative.

Their vision
Since the wedding was Ken’s second and the couple was older when they tied the knot, they opted for a small, intimate ceremony followed by a blowout bash with live music by The Pits, a popular Evansville band playing rock music from the 1950s and ’60s.

Personal touch
A St. Louis Cardinals baseball-themed cake and miniature baseball helmets filled with candy. “We’re both diehard fans,” says Toni, “so we wanted to incorporate the Cardinals.”

Most memorable moment
Celebrating with family members including Ken’s father and sister, who traveled from Texas, and Toni’s 93-year-old grandmother, who passed away four months after the wedding. “We wanted people there that we truly loved,” Toni says. “That was very meaningful to us.”

Read more articles from the 2011 Wedding Book:

•  Peas in an iPod How two self-professed geeks planned an offbeat wedding
•  A Groom’s Guide to Weddings – What advice is there for the first day?
•  Picture Perfect – Saying cheese on the big day begins with engagement photos

Cheryl Ann Sanders

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Cheryl Ann Sanders on stage at Walt Disney World resort as La Petite Madame in Cirque du Soleil's La Nouba.

Until Evansville native Cheryl Ann Sanders was 15 years old, she wanted to be a professional race car driver. But during her first season in the Evansville Vanderburgh School Corporation/Public Education Foundation’s summer musical program, Sanders, then a North High School student, grew convinced she could make a living in theater. After graduating from Webster University’s theater arts conservatory in 2003, Sanders taught musical theater at Signature School and acting at the University of Southern Indiana, choreographed numerous high school musicals, and worked as an actress in professional theaters across the region. 

After a friend submitted Sanders’ resume to the casting team at Cirque du Soleil, Sanders was invited to audition. After a seven-hour audition in Chicago and a callback on stage in Orlando, Fla., Sanders was cast as La Petite Madame (or The Cleaning Lady) in La Nouba, the troupe’s permanent show at Walt Disney World. She moved to Orlando in May and premiered in La Nouba less than three weeks later. Her current contract runs through December 2011.

While Sanders’ character doesn’t participate in the show’s jaw-dropping circus acts — aerial ballet, high wire, or power track and trampoline — she’s a central figure in La Nouba, named for the French phrase meaning “live it up.” When La Petite Madame opens the door to a long-abandoned attic, “she walks into this scary, fascinating world and lets herself dream,” says Sanders, who performs 10 shows a week. “It is very much a fairy tale as only Cirque du Soleil would tell.”

As a child, how were you exposed to the arts?

My parents (Pam, the owner of Creative Embroidery Designs, and Jay, who teaches automotive technology at the EVSC’s Southern Indiana Career and Technical Center) placed me in dance class when I was 3 years old, and I fell in love with performing. At recital time, I was the little kid in front cheesing it up for the audience when the others in my group were watching the teachers off in the wings. I got involved in more theatrical ventures through my dancing abilities and discovered I could sing when I was about 10 years old.

Musical theater requires per-formers to act, sing, and dance. Are you partial to one of these?

No, not really. All of these disciplines help tell a story. A great actor can reel you into their world and communicate with words. The singer picks up with song when mere text can no longer support the emotion, and the dancer is the embodiment of feelings. When all words, lyrics, and music are not enough, movement is the most universal form of communication. 

What goes through your mind when you’re onstage? 

I think about ways to make my performance just as honest as it was the very first night. I focus on the action around me and remain aware of my surroundings. Should something happen that is unplanned, I need to be able to respond in an appropriate manner to keep the show going.

What’s the craziest thing that’s happened to you during a performance? How did you handle it?

That’s the joy of live theater: Anything can happen and usually does. There haven’t been too many crazy nights on stage here yet. But I’ve had my fair share of “oops” moments at other theaters: I’ve fallen two feet through Plexiglas and into a platform and had numerous wardrobe malfunctions in front of sold-out audiences. You just have to roll with it. If audience members want to see a perfectly put-together and controlled performance, they can go to the movies.

What’s the best advice you’ve been given about performing?

It actually came from my parents, who are not stage parents or used to being in front of people. They’ve always said to simply enjoy what I’m doing and do it to the best of my ability. My mom always told me that if I was the third tree on the left, to give it my all and be the best tree that anyone had ever seen. I think that advice is applicable to more than just performing. They are so supportive and have given me courage to go out and make this happen for myself — and they’ve followed me across the country to see every production I’ve ever been in.

For more on Cheryl Ann Sanders, visit her website at www.cherylannsanders.com.
For information or tickets to
La Nouba, visit www.cirquedusoleil.com/en/shows/lanouba/default.

The Killers

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When I was growing up, yews and barberries trimmed as geometric shapes were all the rage. Today, it seems knockout roses and goldmound spirea are the frontrunners for the most overused plants. These plants, known for their dependability, are great in the right spot, but history shows us never to rely heavily on one or two plants. Such homogeny means pest or disease infestation can more easily wipe out your garden.

During the 20th century, the Dutch elm disease slowly spread across the country and killed nearly all the elm trees in its path. Many cities were left barren after they lost 77 million mature trees. Today, the emerald ash borer — an exotic beetle now invading the upper Midwest and eradicating the ash tree — gives us a similar problem (though experts are uncertain if the borer will move south). One of the best ways to protect your landscape is to diversify.

Over the past few years, the City of Evansville has been working to diversify the trees around town. For your landscape, the same should be true. Mixing it up not only limits the potential damage an invader could cause but also adds colors and textures. Plus, variety invites wildlife into the garden and benefits the soil.

Finding diversity is easier now that researchers and growers introduce hundreds of new plant varieties each year after successful cross-pollinations. I see them in gardening magazines nearly two years before they commonly are available, which is why I love wandering a garden center and finding a new plant. It almost makes me forget about the yews and barberries. Almost.

— Brian Wildeman is a designer with Landscapes by Dallas Foster and Keep Evansville Beautiful’s 2010 community volunteer of the year.

Second Chances

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Ruth’s House, led by executive director Jennifer Dick, will reopen in January.

At the front door of Ruth’s House, a flowered wreath and stained-glass panels welcome visitors. Upstairs, inspirational drawings from local elementary school students — Crayola rainbows and butterflies with the words “Keep on trying!” — line the walls. Lamps cast a soft glow in the bedrooms, and comforters are folded back as if weary residents soon will arrive home and collapse into bed. But for more than a year, no one has come home. The house is paralyzed in time. A long-outdated recycling schedule hangs in the laundry room, and bedside alarm clocks blink the wrong neon digits.

When Shana Head walked through the same door in June 2009, the house was full of women who, like her, arrived in a last-ditch effort to beat addictions and rebuild their lives. Before Head, 34, came to Ruth’s House, she had been homeless for two years — bouncing between friends’ homes and sleeping on the streets. The brick house on the corner of Walnut and Governor streets “was like a home,” Head says. “Everyone was so welcoming.”

For Head and dozens of other local women, opening the front door of Ruth’s House symbolized a gateway to a new life. But in October 2009, those journeys were interrupted by devastating news: Ruth’s House, a ministry of Reflecting Waters, had decided to suspend its services due to a lack of funding.

This January, the facility once again will open its doors. Stories like Head’s were so compelling and the services so vital that “in our minds,” says Jennifer Dick, executive director of Reflecting Waters, “there was no option for not reopening.”

The vision for Ruth’s House, a faith-based, transitional housing program for homeless women facing drug or alcohol addictions, came from Ruth Milgate, a longtime United Methodist pastor in Evansville. Contemplating retirement in her 70s, Milgate sold most of her belongings, headed to Washington, D.C., and spent a year volunteering with Samaritan Inns, a residential recovery program that helped homeless addicts transform into strong, confident, capable people. After that year, Milgate decided her calling wasn’t to retire. It was to bring strategies from Samaritan Inns back home to help local women.

The need was real. On any given night, around 400 people sleep in Evansville shelters or transitional housing facilities. The 2000 Census reported that Vanderburgh County has the highest per-capita rate of homelessness in the state. When shelters are full, women arriving without children — the individuals served by Ruth’s House — may be harder to place than those with children, Dick says. 

After a 2006 groundbreaking on a vacant lot near Downtown, the 12-bed facility was completed in December 2007. The following January, Dick was hired as executive director. The Newburgh native brought a background in women’s ministry through Student Christian Fellowship at the University of Southern Indiana. In addition to a passion for helping women in crisis, “my heart has been broken with the rate of homelessness and number of people living at or below poverty level,” Dick says. “As a community, we aren’t always informed or aware of the need.”

When Ruth’s House opened in March 2008, it offered more than a safe place to sleep. The intensive recovery program lasts a minimum of six months and requires residents to attend daily 12-step meetings, weekly one-on-one counseling sessions, group therapy, and house meetings. Women also are expected to find jobs, perform household chores, and cook for themselves.

Adjusting to such a structured environment wasn’t easy, admits Head, who came to Ruth’s House following a decade of addiction first to prescription pills, then methamphetamine. After landing in jail on charges of conspiracy to deal, she stayed at a local substance abuse treatment facility before moving to Ruth’s House. Tasks such as developing a budget and managing time were foreign concepts when her life was ruled by addiction, Head says: “I didn’t have any responsibilities or priorities; I didn’t have anything. It was all about getting high.”

Despite the scars carried by residents of Ruth’s House — often caused by traumatic experiences including homelessness, generational poverty, and sexual abuse — both Head and Dick agree the atmosphere is positive, compassionate, and encouraging. “Women often cry when they walk through the doors,” Dick says, “because it’s beautiful. Many of them have never had something beautiful.”

Ruth’s House staff and board members believe that investing in women’s futures is invaluable. But like any investment, the organization’s work comes at a price. Ruth’s House operates solely through small grants and donations from individuals and churches. The home opened with six months of reserve funds. That was six months before the recession became apparent with the September 2008 collapse of investment giant Lehman Brothers, the $85 billion bailout of AIG, the failure of Washington Mutual Bank, and other high-profile events.

Soon, as competition for grants intensified and the need for services grew greater, Ruth’s House began operating month-to-month. The board of directors considered taking out a mortgage against the house (which is debt-free), but they learned the facility was too young; they needed three years’ worth of documentation to secure the loan. After seeking advice from nonprofit leaders and consultants, two options emerged: close their doors or cut services to the point that operating successfully was impossible.

The news was delivered to residents during an evening house meeting. “I started crying,” Head recalls. “I felt scared. This was my home, and it was going to be ripped out from me again.”

Ruth’s House leaders explained that no one would be on the streets; the staff would work with other local organizations to help residents find housing. After the staff was laid off, Dick moved into the house to stay with the women still living there until they found housing arrangements. “Even though it was handled as well as it could be,” she says, “it was awful.”

For more than a year, Dick and her board have been in fundraising mode. The house will reopen in January, and the need still is great. The week before Ruth’s House announced it was closing, Southwestern Healthcare (a mental health and addiction treatment service provider) released a study that found a shortage of transitional housing for individuals recovering from addictions. At closing, Ruth’s House was at full capacity. And for more than a year, Dick says she’s received several phone calls a week from women who want to stay at Ruth’s House once it reopens.

In its first year and a half, Ruth’s House served 35 women and graduated nine, although the number of graduates likely would have been higher if residents’ stays had not been cut short by the closing. “The number we serve may look small on paper,” Dick says, “but the ripple effect is great.”

That’s true for Head, who has reunited with her children (now 9, 6, and 5), whom she once left in the care of her mother. After a stint at the YWCA after Ruth’s House closed, Head secured her own apartment and now works two jobs. She started a business, Head’s Cleaning Service, which she runs in partnership with her sister. Head still keeps in touch with friends from Ruth’s House, and once the home reopens, she plans to volunteer as a mentor.

Head credits Ruth’s House for helping her “basically learn how to live again,” she says: “I found my self-respect again. I learned how to be a mother again; I learned how to love myself again.

“I learned I am worth something,” she adds. “Even though I have this past, it doesn’t have to hold me back.”

To learn more about Ruth’s House (321 E. Walnut St.), donate, or learn about volunteer opportunities, visit www.reflectingwaters.org.

The Protector

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When Tess Grimm accepted a position as executive director of the Reitz Home, she shouldered an enormous responsibility.

Editor’s note: Tess Grimm passed away on June 4, 2025, 14 years after this story originally published.

When Tess Grimm first entered the Reitz Home in 1973, the water-damaged First Street mansion was without electricity and covered in dirt and dust. The home’s previous resident, the late Bishop Henry Joseph Grimmelsman, had painted the canvassed artwork, patterned wallpapers, and intricate friezes white. The drab dwelling looked nothing like the former French Second Empire home of one of Evansville’s wealthiest families, but Grimm looked at the bleak surroundings, imagined the home’s former grandeur, and envisioned the building as a museum paying tribute to River City history.

After the tour, Grimm and Junior League of Evansville volunteers — with the help of other nonprofits and philanthropists — formed the Reitz Home Preservation Society and bought the home in 1974 for $1. Their mission: restoring the home and preserving the legacy of the Reitz family, which began with John Augustus Reitz. In the late 19th century, the lumber baron branched into other industries, including telephone companies and railroads. His descendents have contributed thousands of dollars to community institutions such as Reitz High School and Reitz Memorial High School.

When Grimm moved to Evansville in 1956, she was unaware of the Reitz family legacy. But the New York City native refers to museums as her “childhood playground,” and after she and her husband, Ron, sold their lumber business in 1989, the civic-minded Grimm applied for the position of executive director at the Reitz Home. She landed the job, became a nonprofit staff of one, and took on the responsibility to return the estate to its original 1890s grandeur.

After raising funds for at least 25 home restorations and expanding the staff to three fulltime members, Grimm will retire Jan. 31. “I can’t imagine I’ve been here for this long,” she says. “The children I knew who came here with their parents at 4 or 5 years old all have grown up and graduated from college.” We talked to Grimm about the Reitz Home and her long career as its executive director.

What were the office conditions like when you first started?
My office was (last surviving Reitz daughter) Christine’s bedroom. I was greeted every morning with the canvas on the dirty ceilings — in a bunch, sort of falling down — on the southwest wall. The carpeting had so many holes in it that I tried not to trip. I didn’t have a desk, but I had an antique table that was always cluttered with things volunteers brought in.

What is unique about Evansville’s only house museum?
This house stands out because you’re not going to see too many historic houses that are complete. It’s as if the Reitz girls have gone out riding in their carriage — you can see their clothing, accessories, and books — and they’re coming home. There are beautiful crystal and decorative centerpieces in the dining and breakfast rooms. There are also ornate fireplaces, a Tiffany’s onyx mantelpiece in the drawing room, original artwork, parquet floors, and stained glass panels throughout the home. We’re really known for having the original Reitz family Victorian furniture.

So it’s as if the home is frozen in time?
Precisely. You don’t feel like it’s abandoned.

What are the biggest changes you’ve made with the Reitz Home? 
Just raising the money for the restoration and working with the conservators has been huge. Our entire complex of the Carriage House has been the envy of all the directors that come here. There’s also been the job of restoring everything in the home — the ceilings, the walls, and the floors — all of which have cost almost $1 million in restoration projects.

During your time at Reitz Home, what kept you motivated?
There constantly is something going on around here. It’s not a routine kind of a job. There’s always another deadline to make; there’s always another exhibit, event, or restoration to work on. And of course, the people and the committees — there are always surprises with donations.

What will you miss the most?
The excitement and the friends I’ve made along the way. I’ll miss seeing the completion of the events and how successful they were. I’ll miss the visitors and volunteers of the museum.

What do you plan to do in your retirement?
I plan to write a book about my life for my children. It would also be nice to spend more time with my three children and nine grandchildren. I want to include photography, and my husband and I plan to travel. I will not be bored — I can tell you that.

As of press time, Matt Rowe, a longtime community volunteer and librarian, was named the new executive director of the Reitz Home. To learn more about the Reitz Home Museum, visit www.reitzhome.com.

Under the Beams

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Liz Mumford is a founding member of the Under the Beams concert series.

Liz Mumford never set out to be a concert promoter, but back in 2001, when her friend Teresa Cheung asked her to help find an interesting venue for a Japanese pianist who was a guest artist with the Evansville Philharmonic Orchestra, the New Harmony native was happy to oblige.

At the time, Cheung was associate conductor with the Philharmonic, and her boss, Maestro Alfred Savia, had conducted a dedication concert by invitation of New Harmony philanthropist Jane Owen in a rather unusual venue, the five-story Rapp-Owen Granary, built in 1818 by a community of fervent believers with an apocalyptic view of the world.

Mumford, a member of the Evansville Philharmonic Chorus, suspected, as Cheung and Savia did, that the building with its soaring, wood-beamed ceiling and thick walls of stone and clay bricks would be both an acoustically and aesthetically ideal setting for a piano recital.

But the one element missing was a piano. Undaunted, Mumford and the Philharmonic staff arranged to lease a $65,000 Steinway piano from a source in Nashville, Tenn., and convinced a moving crew to carry it up the granary’s twisting staircase. As Mumford recalls, 10 movers spent a day wrestling with the 9-foot-long grand piano as she nervously watched from an upper floor. Glancing up at the ceiling, an idea for how to promote the concert came to mind, and it stuck: “Under the Beams with Yasuko Furukawa.” The event was such an inspired success that Mumford and a friend, New Harmony Theatre supporter Jerry Wade, began talking about what they could do next. Mumford says they almost simultaneously had the same thought: “Why don’t we leave this beast of a piano here and put together a concert series?” And that, says Mumford, is how New Harmony’s acclaimed “Under the Beams” concert series was born.

Thousands of music lovers have traveled to New Harmony in the ensuing years to enjoy what Mumford calls “world-class music” in the river town of less than 900 inhabitants. The list of performers is impressive and wide-ranging, from popular blues vocalist Maria Muldaur to Chinese classical pianist Chu-Fang Huang, a finalist in the prestigious Van Cliburn International Piano Competition. Two years ago, the concert series included the John Jorgenson Quintet, known for its French gypsy jazz, and the Brazilian samba vocalist Vera Mara. On March 14, The Lovell Sisters, a bluegrass trio who won A Prairie Home Companion’s National Teen Talent Competition in 2005, will perform at the granary; on April 4, this season’s finale concert features a nine-piece swing band from Chicago, Speak Easy Swing.

The venue is small –– it only seats about 230 people –– but is immensely appealing for both audiences and performers. Because it’s an intimate setting, the musicians who perform there often engage in conversation with the audience during their performances, offering insight and anecdotes. “It’s like a house concert,” says Mumford. “You can expect the musicians on stage to interact with the audience because of the small size of the room.”

The setting was the perfect environment, for example, for the January concert by Memphis musician Gary Hardy (named the Beale Street Entertainer of the Year in 2007 and 2008) and his band, Memphis 2; Hardy offered a primer on the history of blues music between songs and continued the conversation with guests at a post-concert reception at the New Harmony home of technology entrepreneur and art and music enthusiast Kent Parker and his wife Laurie, both members of the Under the Beams steering committee.

Fellow steering-committee members Molly Felder and Mickey Grimm –– professional musicians who moved to New Harmony in 2002 and were featured in the September/October 2008 issue of Evansville Living (“15 Minutes”) –– say a key to attracting top-notch performers is New Harmony’s hospitable citizens, who support the series in a multitude of ways, from baking cookies to serve during intermissions to hosting tours of the town’s historic sites and modern architectural landmarks. “We really roll out the red carpet,” Mumford says.

New Harmony’s inspired history as a 19th century setting for two utopian communities helps, too. Among the places where the Under the Beams guest artists are often taken on starry evenings is the Roofless Church, a landmark structure designed by internationally acclaimed architect Philip Johnson in 1960 to commemorate the town’s religious roots. Seeing a piece of work in a small Indiana town by a man who was known for his big-city modern skyscrapers leaves an impression. “Their reaction to seeing it and to the stars above is priceless,” Mumford says.

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The reputation of the concert series has grown since its early days, Mumford says, and now the agents of artists from around the world contact the Under the Beams steering committee, inquiring as to how their clients may be included. “That’s quite different than those beginning years,” says Mumford, “when we were searching for performers and practically terrified to make those initial calls trying to book musicians.”

She credits a number of people for the series’ success, including Alfred Savia, who brought the Philharmonic’s chamber orchestra to New Harmony for the early fundraising concerts that helped the Under the Beams organizers buy that leased Steinway piano. Savia has likened the Rapp-Owen Granary to European concert halls where the works of such masters as Ludwig van Beethoven were first performed. In a 2003 Under the Beams concert conducted by Savia, the 23-member chamber orchestra performed chamber music written by Beethoven. That particularly delighted Jane Owen, who, through her interesting family connection to the town, had discovered that New Harmony was one of the first communities in the United States to hear Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” after it premiered in 1824.

The 93-year-old Owen has played a key role in the restoration of significant landmarks in New Harmony, including the Rapp-Owen Granary, which was built by members of the first utopian community that founded the town in 1814. Led by George Rapp and known as the Harmonie Society, they believed the second coming of Christ was imminent. The granary, built in 1818, was constructed to hold a year’s worth of grain to sustain the community during what they believed was a biblically prophesied year’s worth of famine and drought.

But the Harmonists left the town in 1824 after selling it to Robert Owen, a visionary social reformer who set out to create a model community where education and social equality would flourish. The granary would eventually become the laboratory of Owen’s third son, geologist David Dale Owen, who founded the U.S. Geological Society there. The granary would go through a series of uses, including as a woolen mill and a flour mill, before falling into disrepair. In 1941, an Owen descendant, Kenneth Dale Owen, brought his young bride to New Harmony. As she later recalled for a historical account of the town, Jane Owen fell in love with the dilapidated old structure, eventually convincing her husband to buy it. In 1948, she hosted in the granary what was described as the “dandiest square dance you’ve ever seen.”

But it wasn’t until decades later that the granary would undergo a massive multimillion-dollar restoration, paid for with private and public gifts and grants. Among the supporters of the restoration project were Liz Mumford and her husband, Bishop, who plays a key “behind the scenes” role in the concert series and whose ties to New Harmony extend all the way back to 1825, when his ancestor Thomas Mumford Sr. came from England to teach manual arts as part of Robert Owen’s New Harmony experiment.

The Rapp-Owen Granary, which is owned and maintained by the non-profit Rapp Granary-Owen Foundation, was re-dedicated in 1999 and has served as a conference hall, attracting organizations from around the nation. It’s also become a favorite venue for weddings, receptions, memorial services, “and, of course,” says Mumford, “the Under the Beams concert series.”

One of the great joys for the Mumfords has been to bring their three children, now ages 13, 14, and 16, to the granary for those intimate concerts. “They’re all involved in music and play instruments,” says Liz Mumford. “I know that what they’ve seen there has influenced them and that they will carry that with them their entire lives.”

She’s also pleased when she hears from grateful concert patrons, many of whom travel from far and wide to attend the Under the Beams performances and then return again. “Under the Beams is just one spoke of the cultural wheel of New Harmony,” says Mumford. “It’s brought many new people to town to experience the music, and then they come back to take another look at this gem of a town on the banks of the Wabash to see its art, its gardens, its architecture, and to learn of its history. It’s a town like no other in the region.”

Peas in an iPod

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Evansville Living Art Director Heather Gray with husband Jason

A few e-mails after meeting my husband, Jason, on the online dating site Plentyoffish.com, I realized we were made for each other. We both loved computers, video games, and technology in general, worked as graphic designers and Web developers, and even had the same picky eating habits. After I met Jason in person for our first date, I instant-messaged my mom: “OMG, he’s the one! :D”

After he proposed, I began to stress. I was never the type of girl who fantasized about her dream wedding, and many of the usual components didn’t appeal to me — the formal ceremony, dramatic dress, and fancy dinner reception. Still, I didn’t want to let everyone down. Eventually, we decided to take the elements of a typical wedding and rework every detail to fit our tastes. Along the way, we were featured on a popular wedding blog, Offbeat Bride (www.offbeatbride.com). Here’s how we pulled it off.

Super Awesome Invites

Designing our own invitations was a no-brainer. We “killed it” (as Offbeat Bride noted in their review) with our colorful, creative invites, which packed as many nods to geek culture as humanly possible. We created an accompanying website just to help our guests decode the thing. We also opted for non-traditional RSVPs, asking everyone to fill out a form on our site or call a Google Voice number.

The Wedding Rocked

We married outdoors at Kingmen’s Event Facility on October 10, 2010 (101010 is binary for 42, the answer to “the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything” according to the sci-fi series The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy). We infused all of the décor with bright colors, primarily pink and orange. I wore a knee-length white dress I purchased for $20 on clearance with fuchsia accessories, and Jason sported dark jeans, shirt, and vest with a bright orange tie and socks.

His best friend got ordained online just for us and served as our officiant. We wrote the entire ceremony ourselves, including references to video games, movies, and Internet memes. Even my iPhone made it to the altar so I could read my vows from it. The victory fanfare from the Final Fantasy video games played as we were declared husband and wife.

Sweet Geeks

I have a major sweet tooth, so the reception featured a candy bar full of our favorite treats. Instead of the usual wedding cake, we constructed a tower of brightly decorated cupcakes that I baked myself. Little Caesars pizza and crazy bread, our favorites, were delivered to the venue. We traded the usual “first dance” for a Guitar Hero battle, then offered up the game for everyone to play. An iPod served as our DJ. There was no bouquet toss, no garter, and no uncomfortable shoes (I wore sparkly fuchsia Chuck Taylors).

For the Win

Were there people who didn’t understand what exactly we were doing, or why? Absolutely, but for Jason and me, it just made sense. Weddings should reflect who you are, and for us, that meant fun and low-key. Although we strayed from the “dream wedding” my mother may have had in mind for her only daughter, it was perfect for us. In the end, everyone was supportive, and the reviews afterward were glowing. Our guests said they appreciated that we celebrated our marriage in a way that was totally true to our personalities.

Crocodile Hunters

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In 1981, Don and Breeze Sobek elbowed their way through a crowded flea market in Paris, France. They shopped aimlessly until they found a three-foot African rosewood crocodile. Such an item had intrigued Don ever since a friend had visited Egypt and found Kom Ombo, a temple honoring Sobek, the Egyptian god of crocodiles. Don Sobek, though? No relation. His last name is Czech, but the similar names enticed Don and Breeze to collect all things crocodile.

Thirty years and 300 crocodile items later, the Sobeks’ home in Mount Vernon, Ind., displays a collection so impressive that the god Sobek may think it a worthy shrine. The pieces range from crocodile-shaped Appalachian folk art to more cartoonish talking cookie jars, crocodile cigarette lighters, tree ornaments, pipes, lights, soaps, bathtub stoppers, clothespins, and chocolates. “Who would even think of these things?” says Breeze. The Sobeks boast a variety, but they have restrictions. The couple’s Posey County property is “a zoo,” Don says, with two horses, two dogs, 13 chickens, 13 cats, and one goat, and these animal lovers refuse to own taxidermy crocodiles and clothes with crocodile leather.

The ancient Egyptians would agree. They revered animals associated with the gods such as Sobek’s crocodiles. Outside Kom Ombo are shallow pools where jewel-adorned crocodiles once waded, and today, mummified crocodiles remain inside the temple. Inside the Sobeks’ home in Southwest Indiana, the couple uses the crocodile-inspired items subtly. In their formal room (which is the original 1823 log cabin that the Sobeks have built their home around) sits crocodile American slave art dating before the Civil War. The décor fits the rustic atmosphere whereas the modern kitchen has more fun bits and pieces such as the colorful crocodile light switch cover and oven mitts. “When I find (a crocodile item),” says Don, “it’s good luck.”                                

Feel Good Furniture

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Pat Coslett and Barbara Hawkins

A sign in the Evansville Association for the Blind’s furniture showroom reads, “When life gives you lemons…” The metaphor of making lemonade is fitting for EAB. For 55 years, the nonprofit organization serving blind and visually impaired individuals performed subcontract work for Whirlpool. The company’s jobs helped provide employment for 110 workers with disabilities and accounted for half of EAB’s total revenue. In August 2009, Whirlpool’s news that it would close its Evansville refrigerator plant sent the organization reeling.

But on June 25, 2010, the same day Whirlpool shut its doors for good, EAB made lemonade by welcoming shoppers into its new venture: a furniture and mattress showroom. Overseen by Pat Coslett, a 40-year veteran of the local furniture industry, the store occupies a sprawling second-floor area that once housed factory operations. “Up here,” Coslett says, “we’re reinventing ourselves.”

Much about EAB’s new showroom resembles a typical furniture store. Rows of cozy, colorful recliners stretch across the floor, and sofas and chairs are neatly grouped around coffee tables in miniature living-room scenes. Spread throughout the store are solid wood bedroom sets, clusters of pub tables and chairs (including one seen in the kitchen of the 2010 Evansville Living Downtown Idea Home), and sturdy wooden bunk beds. New items arrive weekly at EAB’s furniture store, which also offers layaway, free delivery, the ability to custom-order pieces, and a willingness to haggle over prices.

Despite the similarities, compared to a standard furniture shop, “it’s not the same thing at all,” Coslett says. The major difference: One hundred percent of the money customers spend at the store goes back into the Evansville Association for the Blind, which provides a staggering range of services such as orientation and mobility training, a career development center, and in-home therapy for infants and children.

The store focuses on brands produced nearby, such as Ferdinand, Ind.’s Best Home Furnishings and England Furniture, a La-Z-Boy company with a factory in East Tennessee. The selection represents a variety of styles: A formal, elegant red-and-gold living room set has won over shoppers with traditional tastes. A sleek swivel pod chair has an urban-chic aesthetic, and a gently distressed coffee table evokes a laid-back, country feel.

Still, in this store, “it’s not about the furniture,” Coslett says. Pointing to a table covered with photographs of EAB employees at work, he adds, “This is where your money is going.”

EAB’s Furniture and Mattress Center
500 N. Second Ave. Open 9 a.m.-6 p.m. Monday-Thursday,
9 a.m.-7 p.m. Friday, and 10 a.m.-3 p.m. Saturday. 812-422-1181

A Groom’s Guide to Weddings

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Jeff Coffey with wife Jordan

When I was engaged, there was a lot of talk about what it takes to be a great husband. It was useful, but late last year, before I married, I also needed advice on being a great groom. Here, as a recent groom, I offer one important tip to the wedding’s most important man: Participate.

The cliché is every little girl fantasizes about her dream wedding, and guess what? She decided her dream wedding included you when she said, “Yes.” Therefore, your opinion counts — most of the time.

Another important tip: There’s a proper way to participate. For example, I love Air Jordan basketball shoes. I have 15 pairs in my collection. For weeks, I tried to convince my then-fiancée Jordan to let me wear my tux with Air Jordans. It was such a male idea of wedding bliss. We found a compromise: dress shoes for the church, Air Jordans for the reception.

From this discussion, though, we learned the wedding is a reflection of us — a united pair, not two individuals — and we needed to discuss details together. Be open with communication such as the atmosphere of the wedding. We wanted a rustic feel. We scoured antique shops and found most decorations secondhand such as lace tablecloths from Riverside Antique Mall, an old Underwood typewriter from Antiques & Vintage Collectibles, and a silver and turquoise brooch for my bride Jordan’s hair from Memories Past & Present in Henderson, Ky. Mismatched antique furniture pieces were perfect for the old farmhouse where the reception was held. It also reflected a sense of who we are — or aspire to be — a down-to-earth couple with classic taste.

I’ve been to plenty of weddings, and as a guest, some are torturously long. My wedding was over so quickly that it felt like a dream, and that’s why we invested in a photographer who we thought shot images that reflect our viewpoint. Find a photographer that mirrors your style. Daniel Knight of Studio B Photography, for example, has a detail-oriented style, while photographer Nicole Neff has an offbeat, edgy style. I feel like every time I look through our wedding pictures, I learn something new.

The morning of my wedding day was cold and rainy, and I felt too nervous to eat breakfast. Thinking about the gloomy weather on an empty stomach affected my brain; I forgot the marriage license, delaying the wedding almost an hour.

Your plans will not go off without a hitch, either, and you will survive. To lessen the potential for problems, eat. Also, don’t worry. It may not be a beautiful day, but it’s your day. Mother Nature can’t take it from you. (Bonus: Playing in the rain makes for great memories and pictures.)

I remember little from the day’s events except Jordan’s face at the altar, walking out of the church to our friends and family, and the first dance. At these important moments, look around. Nothing needs to be said. Those are the moments for you.

Speak Up

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Kathy Ewing, an octogenarian, performed in the first local show.

In the corner of the small coffee shop are Kathy Ewing, 82, and Paula Boenigk, 60. The two longtime high school theater teachers use their indoor voices, but with 30 minutes until close, the shop sits mostly empty while a few patrons dart in and out for an on-the-go drink. What can be heard is Ewing and Boenigk saying “vagina” repeatedly. No one flinches but, honestly, when was the last time you heard an 82-year-old woman say “vagina”? Ewing thinks it’s rare. Her friends skip over the word when they learn she is performing in The Vagina Monologues. “We come from a time when we couldn’t say the word,” Ewing says, “and I’m not sure we needed to spell the thing.” Her peers whisper the word, say only the first letter, or call it “that show.” 

That show, The Vagina Monologues, is a live theater experience involving actresses performing monologues about womanhood. It celebrates women, but Eve Ensler — the playwright, performer, and activist who interviewed women for each monologue — has pushed the show from art form to social movement. The Vagina Monologues  has been translated into 48 languages and performed in more than 140 countries. At times, it is seriously disturbing. “It’s really not about sex,” Boenigk. “It’s about abuse, neglect, and torture of women.” There’s rape, incest, female genital mutilation, and sex slavery. Yet, the show has a comedic side. The word “vagina” “sounds like an infection at best, maybe a medical instrument,” is one line from a monologue. “Hurry, nurse, bring me the vagina.”

Six years have passed since The Vagina Monologues was last performed in Evansville, and the show returns Feb. 26 at the Victory Theatre. Like the last time, women of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds take the stage — all under the direction of one man, Steve Small.

When Julia Carver Kathary of Albion Fellows Bacon Center, a shelter for domestic violence victims, wanted to bring Ensler’s work to Evansville in 2003, she tapped a longtime local thespian to direct: Sue Schriber, a passionate supporter of the Evansville Civic Theatre, Evansville Philharmonic Orchestra, and the Reitz Home murder mysteries. Schriber declined and suggested Small. When Albion executives contacted Small, he replied, “Are you sure you’re OK with a man directing this?”

The 60-year-old Small had the credentials for a community performance. His first on-stage experience was with an Evansville summer theater program when he was 9 years old. Now, Small is the president of the Civic Theatre’s board of directors, but he’s hard-pressed to pinpoint a reason he could direct 46 women talking about all things vagina. “I don’t want to portray myself as the ultimate, sensitive, aware man,” says Small. “The big thing was to have sympathy with Eve Ensler’s mission to end violence against women.” With that in mind, Small read the script and had one more concern: Could this be cast in Evansville?

Small became a marketing machine. He called colleagues like Ewing and Boenigk who spread the word about auditions. Nearly 90 women came for two, two-hour sessions. “We could have cast the thing three times,” Small says. “We knew that if there were really that many women (the show) means this much to, we would open it to as many as possible.”

The cast was a mix of experienced and novice performers, bonded by the subject matter and a passion that grew more powerful with three workshops designed by Ensler. The aim is to connect the performers beyond the stage, recognize the importance of the work, and express their issues on stage. At the workshops was Small, who at times felt he had little to share. “Some of the exercises and questions — ‘If your vagina got dressed, what would it wear?’ — I just had to say, ‘I have no idea,’” says Small.[pagebreak]

Despite the lack of proper anatomy, Small was “the perfect director,” Boenigk says. “I think he understands women. He understands the script is not like other theatrical productions. We aren’t acting. We are performing other people’s stories, so he doesn’t allow it to become overacted or open to an actress’s interpretation. It’s the story that counts.” Small is quick to deflect the praise. “If I can contribute,” Small says, “it is something I owe the women in my life: my mother, mother-in-law, two sisters, daughter, and wife.” He recognizes personality quirks and viewpoints from each monologue that reflect a woman close to him.

Though surrounded by strong women, Small learned from The Vagina Monologues. “Even men whom I think are very aware,” he says, “we don’t realize how much women have to think about the possibility of violence.” Those monologues about abuse, rape, and power — such as “My Vagina Was My Village,” which was compiled from the testimonies of Bosnian women subjected to rape camps — are moving pieces but prompt critics of the show to cite these pieces as reasons the production is a male-bashing rant. Boenigk disagrees; the performance builds women’s confidence and self-esteem — and not by demeaning men. “I think all of the pieces say, ‘Be yourself,’” she says. “We are not underclassmen. We are not part-time citizens. Stand strong.” Other monologues depict nature’s plight on women such as “The Flood,” a description of the trauma a woman experiences after teenage arousal causes her to shroud her sexuality in a lifetime of shame.

The opposition may be loud, but the support for the show is louder. When Small first directed The Vagina Monologues, the women performed in front of sold-out audiences. “I would love to be in the audience just to feel that wave of acceptance and understanding,” says Boenigk, who returns for this year’s show with Ewing. Like the last time, she expects the monologues to inspire community dialogues. Small agrees. “It’s like any great piece of theater,” he says. “It’s a real roller coaster ride.”

For more on The Vagina Monologues, see our Guide.

Picture Perfect

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Evansville Living graphic designer Jen McDaniel with fiancé in one of their engagement photos.

As a graphic designer at Evansville Living, I work with photos daily, so after my longtime boyfriend Josh proposed, photography became a key component for our wedding plans — and that includes engagement pictures. Here are a few steps that we took to announce the first day of the rest of our lives.  

Know the use.

Will you be purchasing prints or creating an album for friends and family? Will you use your engagement photos in print pieces for your wedding such as save the dates, invitations, engagement announcements, and thank-you cards? All are great ideas.

Let your photographer know how you will use these images. It allows the photographer to think about angles, lighting, and size of the shot. You might have props. (Josh and I had a fabric-covered ampersand.) Tell your photographer. He or she will know how to incorporate these items in a picture.

Know thyself.

Find a photographer who has a personal approach, capturing moments between you and your fiancé during your engagement session. Give the photographer examples of images that inspire your wedding theme: playful, romantic, traditional, or offbeat.

Know thy town.

Scout out a location with personal significance. Josh and I headed to the Evansville State Hospital grounds for the perfect natural backdrop and unique settings (check out the covered benches near the lake). We also are proud new homeowners, so we chose to have photos taken in our yard on the East Side.

Know thy closet.

Wherever you go, keep your outfits simple, classic, and true to your style. Limit patterns to one person, and make sure your wardrobe choices are complementary but not matchy-matchy. When it comes to color, avoid black or white (they’re notorious for washing you out on camera), but otherwise, simply wear what makes you shine.

Gulf Coast Comeback

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Photo provided by Alabama Gulf Coast Convention and Visitors Bureau.

Exactly one week before I arrived on the Alabama Gulf Coast, something happened that had me — and the entire nation — concerned. The Deepwater Horizon, BP’s offshore drilling rig near the U.S. southern shoreline, exploded, causing an estimated 53,000 barrels of oil a day to spill into the Gulf of Mexico. It would be another month before the oil and tar balls reached Orange Beach and Gulf Shores, but a few steps away from our well-appointed beach house, the sand was pure white, the water a deep turquoise, and the breeze intoxicating.

As the tragedy unfolded last spring and summer, I couldn’t help but think back to that moment on the beach. Would this area and its incredibly hospitable locals survive one of the worst industrial disasters in maritime history?

Of course, beaches and seafood are the biggest draws for tourists to this area. A beach deep-cleaning effort began at the Alabama-Florida state line and moved west; according to BP’s Alabama Gulf Response website, the goal is to clean all beaches by spring break 2011. As for the safety of seafood, the FDA’s website says the agency “continues to closely monitor this developing situation and its potential impact on the safety of seafood harvested from the area. Fish and shellfish harvested from areas reopened or unaffected by the closures are considered safe to eat.”

The Deep South
A short drive away from the gulf, I began my adventure in Magnolia Springs, Ala. A postcard-perfect community of about 4,000, Magnolia Springs sits on the banks of the Magnolia River and harkens back to a time when an early evening stroll under a canopy of century-old oak trees was the perfect end to the day. It still is, especially if you are staying at the Magnolia Springs Bed and Breakfast. Innkeepers David Worthington and Eric Bigelow renovated the original Sunnyside Hotel, circa 1897, and opened in 1997. Both the B&B and the hosts exemplify Southern charm and graciousness. Dinner was a gourmet comfort food treat: a whiskey marinated rib-eye steak, champagne crab bisque, and fried green tomatoes from the nearby Jesse’s Restaurant.

Well-fed and thoroughly relaxed, I started the next day with a golf cart tour of the Hugh S. Branyon Backcountry Trail. Later, I enjoyed the same trail on a bicycle where I saw an alligator in the marsh. (Fortunately, I don’t think he saw me.) The 7.8 miles of paved trails wind through wet and dry pine savannas, coastal wetlands, dune scrub, and maritime forest of Orange Beach all the way to the beach of Gulf State Park. It was like traveling through at least three seasons in just a few short hours. Also nearby is the Bon Secour National Wildlife Refuge. This 7,000-acre wildlife habitat is in a strategic location for the spring and fall migration of millions of birds.[pagebreak]

Everything You Need Is Here
A trip to The Wharf resort in Orange Beach proved to be another great way to explore more than the coastline. This recent development is an upscale multi-use resort facility featuring boutiques, restaurants, an Aveda spa, an outdoor amphitheater, the Southeast’s tallest Ferris wheel, an 18-hole championship golf course, a lazy river and wave pool, and a marina next to condominiums and resort accommodations only a few miles from the gulf.

Also a favorite, The Beach Club in Gulf Shores is an elegant vacation residence offering fine dining, a spa, fitness and game rooms, shopping, golf, a kids’ club, and magnificent views from its gulf-front location.

Royal Reds and Bushwhackers
True Southern delights showed up on every menu, but my favorite had to be King Neptune’s. Unassuming on the outside, this Gulf Shores restaurant is the kind of joint you go into not prepared to leave so happy and full. Here’s why: royal red shrimp. This crimson-colored shrimp, caught in the deeper, colder waters of the Gulf of Mexico, is a little sweeter and somewhat like crab legs in texture. The restaurant serves them piled high with melted butter because they don’t need anything else. If that wasn’t enough to double my dose of Lipitor, then the fried cheesecake rolled in cornflake crumbs and topped in a pecan praline sauce surely sent those cholesterol levels soaring.

My next meal was more of a liquid diet. The quintessential beach drink here is a Bushwhacker. This blend of vanilla ice cream, Kahlua, dark crème de cacao, and light rum is served cold and frothy at LuLu’s, a Parrothead haven owned by Gulf Coast native Lucy Buffett. She knows how to throw a party like her big brother Jimmy. On any given day, the musician may stop in for a cold one and sing a song or two. This family-friendly beach fest on a marina features live music every day.

Life’s a Beach
Back at the shore, I found out where all the cool cats and surfer dudes were: The Hangout. A popular beach destination in the 1950s and 1960s, it still is hip today. 2010 was the first year for the Hangout Music Festival. Last year’s three-day event featured bands including John Legend, The Black Crowes, Zac Brown Band, and Alison Krauss and Union Station. This year’s event is May 20-22.

My last night in Orange Beach took me all the way to Florida — at least to the state line. The Flora-Bama is an institution in these parts. This hobbled-together bar, sitting atop the Florida-Alabama state line, is part biker bar, part beach bar, part disco, and 100 percent home to the mullet toss. The game involves competitors throwing mullets (the fish variety, not the haircut) from a 10-foot circle on the beach in Florida across the state line into Alabama. 

I’m eager to take my family to Orange Beach and Gulf Shores. And when I do, I’ll be transported back to that day when the sand was pure white, the water a deep turquoise, and the breeze intoxicating.

When You Go
Alabama Gulf Coast Convention and Visitors Bureau
Magnolia Springs Bed and Breakfast
The Wharf
The Beach Club
Jesse’s Restaurant
King Neptune’s
LuLu’s
The Hangout
Flora-Bama

Chew On This

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Truffles Eatery & Catering has opened in a former Dairy Queen (4833 State Road 261, Newburgh). In addition to catering events and parties, the facility, owned by Ralph Wilson, serves breakfast Monday-Saturday: grits with spiced apples, pumpkin stuffed French toast, a cremini mushroom and pepper omelet, and more. … Leo Osipyan, owner of The Jungle, has partnered with Paul J. Black to open a jazz and blues bar in the remodeled upstairs of the iconic establishment (415 Main St.). Safari Wine & Martini Bar offers a range of wines and spirits and a menu including seared tuna, beef filets, and desserts. Performances by local and out-of-town musicians are expected.

A Love Story

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Bear with me. This is a story of hope, but I have to be honest. Once or twice a day I just want to punch something. The anger rises as the reality hits me again: my wife, Ann, has incurable cancer. I used to actually make a fist and raise it. I don’t anymore. Anger isn’t productive. It’s still there, but I don’t let it rule me.

In May of 2007 — after months of sleepless nights and excruciating, unexplained back and abdominal pain — Ann was finally diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Surgery is the only “curative,” but because Ann’s tumor is tangled up with several blood vessels, surgery was not an option.

The prognosis for people with inoperable pancreatic cancer is so grim that one reasonable option is to do nothing more than just get your affairs in order and call in hospice. This beast kills 90 percent of its victims in the first year. Only three percent are alive after five years. Randy Pausch, the Carnegie Mellon University professor who wrote the best seller The Last Lecture after he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, has said he’d gladly trade his diagnosis for that of AIDS. We know what he means. Pancreatic cancer accounts for only two percent of all new cancers in the United States, but it is the fourth leading cause of cancer deaths.

We could have given in to the brutal inevitability, but we chose to fight. I’ll never forget the night we gathered our children and parents together to pray. With tears in his eyes, Ann’s father said, “I’m not that spiritual. All I know how to do is fight.” It was a defining moment: the power of God combined with the human instinct to survive.

Ann entered a clinical trial at Indiana University Medical Center. The treatment included weekly chemotherapy, five weeks of daily radiation zapped right into her gut, and a chemotherapy pill which was under trial. The goal was to shrink the tumor enough for surgery. It didn’t work. Ann got sick, threw up everything she ate, and lost 35 pounds.

Watching her dress one day I said, “Ann, you look anorexic.” She said, “No, I don’t. I look like a concentration camp prisoner.” She was right. But even at her lowest, her unconquerable beauty shone through.

Even though the tumor didn’t shrink, it didn’t grow or spread. It wasn’t the outcome we wanted, but it gave us the chance to keep fighting. Unfortunately, the treatment caused ulcers to form in Ann’s stomach. She developed serious internal bleeding and had to leave the trial in January. The blood loss plunged her closer to death than we even realized at the time.

After months of recovery, our search for the best care possible led us to Johns Hopkins University Hospital in Baltimore. Ann is now being treated with a combination chemotherapy written by her oncologist at Hopkins and administered by her oncologist here in Evansville. As I write this in early June, Ann is stable and her quality of life is good.[pagebreak]

Battling cancer is a private affair, but early on we decided to go public. The fact that we’re public people is only one reason, and it’s not the most important one. We wanted to be supported by the community. We wanted to create awareness of pancreatic cancer and the woefully inadequate funding for research. And we wanted people to know how much God loves them — even when the evidence might suggest otherwise.

Our daughter, Erin, put together a Web site, annmoore.org. What a wonderful gift it’s been. It’s an excellent way to communicate with family, friends, and people we don’t even know. I wrote the following in my first entry on the site, and I still believe it today: “Some people approach us easily. Others approach us with hesitation. And others even though they care — just don’t know what to do or say. That’s okay. It is hard. This Web site allows people to interact at whatever degree they are comfortable.”

And, boy, have they interacted. Hundreds of people have written to support Ann. Each one has been a blessing. Our families have been unselfish in their support, but to have the community behind us adds a dimension that cannot be overestimated. I truly believe it has a therapeutic effect. But here’s the thing. Ann’s openness, vulnerability, and loving spirit have had a similar effect on those following her journey.

When you get a life-threatening diagnosis, you have two choices. You can get busy dying or you can get busy living. I have been so impressed with Ann’s decision to live. I would even say that she is more alive than some people who take for granted a long life. All any of us has is today. And today will die at midnight. It will die for you and me and Ann. Don’t waste today. Be fully alive in this moment.

Now this is going to sound contrary to what I just said, but I don’t mean we should live as if this is our last day. Ann doesn’t. She has plans — long-range plans. She is working to establish a freestanding support facility for cancer patients in Evansville called Gilda’s Club. It’s named for and was started by family and friends of Gilda Radner of Saturday Night Live fame. Radner died of ovarian cancer in 1989 at age 42. Ann expects to be around to enjoy the Gilda’s Club of Evansville.

She looks forward to seeing our daughters, Erin and Meredith, someday walk down the aisle as brides, and to seeing our son, Andrew, receive his bride. She’s extremely excited about spoiling grandchildren. And she talks about being one of the little old ladies who totter into church and sit in the same pew every Sunday (wow, I hope I’m there for that).

Ann did have to give up her jobs at the Chamber of Commerce of Southwest Ind-iana and the Small Business Development Center, but she carries on in her other roles. She is the lay leader at our church, Aldersgate United Methodist, where she recently organized and facilitated a weekend retreat. She continues her ministry to young people through the youth group at church and to the Chrysalis community of believers. She tends to her beautiful flower and vegetable garden. And she continues to create delicious dishes for our family and friends.

Seeing Ann’s approach to life and cancer has paid the biggest dividends of going public with her experience. Ann has told me more than once, “I’m not that strong.” And I can confirm that I’ve seen her in some crushingly weak moments. But she is strong. Her strength has strengthened everyone around her. It would be less than honest to say Ann doesn’t have fear, but what people see is her faith. It is a love story, really.

When Ann and I went away on vacation, the youth group secretly built the garden patio that Ann was planning in her head. They surprised her with it when we got home. It was another beautiful moment — a ray of brilliant sunshine in this endless storm.

Some of these same kids spoke at church recently. One of them said, “We don’t get miracles because we don’t believe in them.” I think he’s on to something. We believe Ann can be healed. To think otherwise would mean discarding much of the ministry of Jesus. Some Christians don’t believe in divine healing. If God heals, they say, he’s arbitrary because some who pray for healing live and others die. They can’t believe in a God who is arbitrary, so they rob him (as if they could) of his power. I’m not saying that people with cancer die because they don’t have enough faith, but I would rather believe that there is a source of healing that we somehow have to access instead of believing that God is impotent.

If not for that faith, I probably would have punched something by now.

To support PanCAN, the Pancreatic Action Network, contact (877) 272-6226 or visit www.pancan.org.

Music Men

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During the holidays and throughout the year, college men travel around Evansville to sing to patients at healthcare facilities and hospitals. They aren’t your average carol singers: They’re members of Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia, the country’s oldest and largest collegiate fraternity devoted to advancing music in society and its members. Composer John Philip Sousa, jazz musician Duke Ellington, philanthropist Andrew Carnegie, tenor Luciano Pavarotti, and American Idol winner Ruben Studdard all have pledged membership to the fraternity, often called “Sinfonia” (Italian for symphony) for short.

The organization was created in 1898, when 13 male students at Boston’s New England Conservatory bonded over a shared love of music and desire to improve themselves and their art. Since then, more than 150,000 members have been initiated into the fraternity, headquartered in Evansville. For decades, Sinfonia lacked an established headquarters. In the 1960s, when it was operating on the Murray State University campus in Murray, Ky., a group of Evansvillians launched a dialogue about opening a classical music museum in the River City. The fraternity’s staff joined the discussion, says executive director Ryan Ripperton, hoping to relocate their offices to the future museum. That museum opened, but its focus changed: It now is known as the Evansville Museum of Arts, History and Science. Sinfonia already had begun to envision itself in the River City, though, and moved its headquarters to its current home, an estate dubbed “Lyrecrest,” in 1970.

Brothers in chapters around the country socialize and host music-themed events, but a major focus of the fraternity is community outreach. More than 100 years ago, the fraternity’s founder, Ossian Everett Mills, traveled to hospitals in his hometown of Boston, using his musical abilities to lift patients’ spirits. Modern Sinfonians have adopted Mills’ “music mission” in their own cities, spreading “music, flowers, and good cheer,” says Ripperton.

Sinfonia also has a stake in the local economy. Dues from the 227 fraternity chapters total $1.1 million each year. This money not only keeps the organization running; it boosts the local economy. The Evansville headquarters houses the offices of eight Sinfonia staffers, and it frequently hosts fraternity retreats and meetings. In July, Evansville will host a four-day leadership institute expected to draw more than 200 collegiate members. True to Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia’s mission, the participants will “learn life and leadership lessons, as well as become familiar with the community surrounding the headquarters’ home,” Ripperton says.

My Workout

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Brittney Salpietra (right) and Jackie Craig practice kicks at Club Bushido.

If you’re an elected official, a busy working mom, or a pro athlete, how do you stay in shape? We asked three local fitness enthusiasts to describe their workouts.

The City Leader: Jonathan Weinzapfel
When you’re the mayor of a city that finishes dead last out of 162 U.S. metropolitan areas in a national poll on healthy behaviors, you better not be leading by example. With a busy schedule overseeing the third largest city government in Indiana, Weinzapfel doesn’t have a typical workday: Some begin with 7:30 a.m. breakfasts or morning news appearances, and others finish with after-hours events. Yet, Weinzapfel finds time to work out three or four times a week, but to be flexible, it’s “whenever I can fit it in,” he says. He runs, walks, bikes, or lifts weights — important activities he says he uses to relieve stress and stay trim.

The Working Mom: Brittney Salpietra
Between her job as a children’s department merchandiser for Shoe Carnival and her duties as the mother of two young boys (ages 3 and 5), Brittney Salpietra’s schedule can be chaotic. Still, exercise is a priority, and she works out at least five times a week. At Elite Fitness on the city’s North Side, Salpietra typically spends 30 minutes on the treadmill or elliptical machine, then lifts weights. She also teaches kickboxing classes at Club Bushido and participates in CrossFit. The goal is “to stay in the clothes I’m in,” she says with a laugh, but Salpietra and her husband, Tony, exercise together — with their boys in tow — to show them “it’s very important to keep moving,” Salpietra says.

The Enforcer: Adam Kampsen
Adam Kampsen, a strength and conditioning coach for the Evansville Otters and former Otters baseball player, was hired “to keep our athletes in peak physical condition,” he says. During baseball season, the team attends mandatory workouts at the Downtown YMCA every three days. “They’re not bodybuilding workouts,” Kampsen says. “It’s not to get the guys bigger.” Instead, he focuses on flexibility, injury prevention, and core stability with exercises such as side planks and medicine ball sit-ups. (In the off-season leading up to spring training, the Otters tackle heavier weightlifting exercises.) On the road, Kampsen coordinates an optional “gym bus” to a local facility. He also offers nutrition advice to help players make healthy fast-food choices while traveling. Before home games, the team enjoys a “healthy spread,” says Kampsen, of lunchmeat, vegetables, light cheeses, and fruit.

“And Away We Go”

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My wife is fond of saying — perhaps with too great of frequency — if she could “just shake out much of what lurks or disguises itself as brain matter in my head,” then I could perhaps remember where my phone or car keys are. That I still remember Bebe Rebozo from the Nixon administration does astonish her — but not in a good way. That bit of diatribe is how I am going to excuse myself as to passing off a bit of clutter to you, the  unfortunate reader of this column. So, in the immortal words of “The Great One” Jackie Gleason, “And away we go!”

Let’s start with something noncontroversial that we can all agree on: the arena. We can’t agree? Let’s talk about it anyway. I might not always agree with Mayor Jonathan Weinzapfel, but I really admire the mayor’s leadership position on what he knew to be a hot-button issue. I have driven by the new KFC Yum! Center (that name is just…unfortunate) in Louisville, Ky., at least 10 times now, and our yet-to-be-named arena — at about half the seats and half the cost — is definitely more appealing architecturally and visually, although the KFC Yum! Center proudly overlooking the Ohio River is certainly very nice in its own right. Economic, government, tourism, and private sector leaders ALL make sure that our arena is on any tour or mention of our city. Make no mistake about it. The arena makes a significant contribution now, even prior to completion.

I am confident that when we all are standing in the new arena concourse next fall, we will be applauding the mayor for his vision. If you disagree, please take a tour of Roberts Stadium, which is simply looking tired and depressed. I would welcome your thoughts or comments to this magazine if you feel otherwise, and I have yet to hear any naysayers’ “big idea” with what to do with Roberts Stadium that makes really good sense.

Anyone who has not ventured west in recent memory and seen the University of Southern Indiana campus would have to stand in awe (yes, awe) at what has transpired from a landscape and building perspective. Entering on the new University Parkway to the beautiful new fountain donated by the Robert M. Kent family (thanks!) at the start of the roundabout is a very important clue to the experience. The recently completed quadrangle with expansive green space and a new business and engineering building is just downright impressive. With its conical shape, the University Center renovation underway is a beautiful, new landmark to our city. New walking trails and other numerous enhancements make a major statement that USI is not what you remember even if you visited as recently as two years ago. Well done, Ray Hoops and Linda Bennett!

I am at a loss to explain the personal attacks of many officials and community leaders, which seem to be getting nastier by the month. I thought name-calling was something we all should have learned was “not polite” by the time first grade was over. I don’t agree with many thoughts, ideas, or processes either, but I sincerely do appreciate those who give their time and effort to make our fair city a better place to live. We need to do a better job of looking for ways to say, “Yes, we can,” instead of sometimes being a community of “No.” And if you’re a name caller, involve yourself in the process.

I wish everyone a terrific holiday season and thank everyone for supporting our publications. As always, I look forward to hearing from you.

Regards,

Todd A. Tucker
Publisher

A Slice of Success

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In 1956, weekends at Austin’s Drive-In oozed more retro cool than Johnny Rockets ever could imagine today. When the 80 parking spaces filled up, customers parked down Highway 41 for blocks, much to the chagrin of the Evansville Police Department. Milkshakes, hamburgers, and French fries were ordered on a new electronic system. Curb girls brought patrons their meals in less than three minutes.

Lonesome Larry, a popular radio deejay, broadcasted live from a booth built specifically to play the parent-infuriating rock-n-roll. The whole maddening scene was an example of what a successful restaurant looks like when teenagers run a business. If it wasn’t for the untimely death of their father and original owner, James Austin Hunt, what those teenagers accomplished at Austin’s may never have led to the innovative pizza found in more than 6,500 convenience stores, gas stations, and taverns in America.

After Austin passed away from a heart attack in 1955, he left his wife Matilda and seven children — Don, Lonnie, Jim, Charlie, Mary, Elizabeth Ann, and Theresa — behind. The oldest, Don, was a former Memorial High School football standout on a scholarship at Vanderbilt University two hours south in Nashville, Tenn. Lonnie was barely old enough to drive when the Memorial senior took over the restaurant. He went to school, played football, and ran Austin’s. When Don finished his final semester at Vanderbilt, he returned home and swore Lonnie’s hair was turning white.

Lonnie had help, though. Matilda asked her youngest son Charlie at age 11, “Don’t you think it’s time you went to work?” All Hunt children started in the family business at an early age. At 9, Don peeled potatoes (50 pounds a day), Lonnie sprayed the Dumpster behind the restaurant to kill flies, and Jim and Charlie washed dishes. They grew older, took on new responsibilities, and became intimately familiar with the restaurant business. “I started out at 50 cents an hour,” says Charlie with a laugh. “I worked my way up to 85 cents an hour. Then Lonnie comes to me and says, ‘Our labor cost percentage is too high. I’m going to have to cut you back from 85 cents.’”[pagebreak]

If the task of running a restaurant and finishing high school seemed daunting, Lonnie didn’t know it. Convinced he had discovered the next big restaurant idea in an industry magazine, he spoke to Don about adding the electronic ordering system. They went to a bank, asked for a $40,000 loan, and put their mother’s home down as collateral. Then Lonnie called Larry Aiken, the 16-year-old disc jockey known as Lonesome Larry, to broadcast live from the restaurant every weekend. “I don’t know,” Aiken said at first, recalled Lonnie. “I’ll have to ask my mom.” She agreed, and teenagers soon cruised Highway 41 like it was today’s Green River Road. Within a year, the Hunts paid back the loan.

Decades later, all four would meet by an indoor pool in a Lexington, Ky., hotel surrounded by snow. What they would discuss were the principles they needed to run a business. What they’d find was a new pizza crust that would revolutionize the industry.

In 1962, Don lived in Nashville with his wife when a friend introduced him to a new food craze: pizza. Don thought the market was right in a pizza-less Nashville. He bought an insulated box for the back of his station wagon and took pizzas to taverns, bars, and restaurants.

Three years later, an exhausted Lonnie, 28, was ready to leave the restaurant business. Running a restaurant took hours away from a family man with three young children. As Charlie recalls, after busy Saturday nights, Austin’s closed in the early hours on Sunday, and often Lonnie and his younger brothers worked long after close until 5 a.m. mass. Then, Sunday mornings were for sleeping. Lonnie sold the business and set off on a soul-searching trip through the South. He stopped in Memphis and stayed with Don’s brother-in-law, who showed the second oldest Hunt brother the city where few pizza places existed. Lonnie called Don. “It was the best place in the world to start a pizza business,” Lonnie says.

Lonnie was familiar with food, but he admits he didn’t know how to sell. On his first Monday morning as a salesman, he dressed in a suit, loaded his car with pizzas, and traveled around Memphis. Two days, 35 businesses, and zero sales later, Lonnie popped into a bar at 9 a.m. to sell pizza, but so much rejection left him spent. He sat on a stool, asked for coffee, and never attempted his sales pitch. “I must have looked terrible,” Lonnie says, so the waitress struck up conversation. He told her he sold pizzas. She asked if he put cherries on his pizzas; she thought it was a dessert pie. He brought a tiny oven from his car and baked a pizza pie on her counter. She told him she was the owner and said, “I could sell these like crazy.” Mamma mia!

Jim and Charlie followed into the business. The brothers expanded into more than 20 states selling pizza made by a manufacturer. One by one, each moved into individual business ventures. Don operated from Nashville, Lonnie from Louisville, Jim from Lexington, and Charlie from Evansville. For decades, the thriving businessmen brought pizza to the pie-less. Then came 1990.[pagebreak]

In the 2006 History Channel series American Eats, an episode depicted the evolution of pizza from coast to coast, noting New Yorkers’ omniscient attitude toward pizza, Chicagoans’ love of deep dish, and Californians’ penchant for blending an Italian staple with Asian and Hispanic toppings. The common theme showcased restaurant-centric pizzas requiring big, hot coal ovens. Left out of this history was the every-man’s pizza, a Hunt Brothers pizza.

Sixteen years before the documentary aired, the Hunt brothers looked at their resources. Their businesses combined to cover expansive areas, and what they needed, they thought around that Lexington hotel pool, was a new product. For decades, they’d been selling pizzas with pre-baked crusts. The product was good but tended to dry out quickly. At the time, no one distributed fresh-baked pizza with dough that rose in the oven. Crusts “would be made in a plant because they had to be pre-baked,” says Don. “You couldn’t ship raw dough. It would get rancid. The yeast would work its way out, it wouldn’t rise, and it would be as tough as shoe leather.”

The brothers contacted numerous crust manufacturers and asked for samples of pre-baked crusts. They popped them in small-draw ovens to watch the crusts brown. Finally, “one swelled up,” Don says, “and we couldn’t figure out why.” Don called the manufacturer and learned the wrong crust — a test product — was sent, but for the Hunt brothers, it was the right crust. With the manufacturer, the brothers developed a fresh-dough pizza, the staple of what would become their business, Hunt Brothers Pizza. They wore suits and hit the sales routes they knew well. There was fresh-dough pizza to sell.

Twenty years later, these kinds of crusts such as Kraft-owned Digiorno are found in grocery aisles, but in 1990, this was a novelty. The demand increased. Today, their pizza is available in 6,500 convenience stores, quick stops, gas stations, and taverns in 28 states. Though the brothers — now septuagenarians — enjoy retirement, Hunt Brothers Pizza remains family-oriented: The chief executive officer is Scott Hunt, Don’s son, and Bryan Meng, the son of Hunt sister Elizabeth Meng, is the chief operating officer. He joined the fledgling company in 1994. The excitement surrounding the new product intrigued Meng. Now, more than 20 Hunt family members are part of the 500-person company.

The brothers certainly thought the company would be successful, but none admit they envisioned the reach Hunt Brothers Pizza would have. “We went into stores to be a blessing for the people, the employees, and the store owners,” Jim says. That attitude developed, Don says, over years in the Catholic school system and decades in business. Their philosophy comes honestly, and without it, the Hunt brothers — four non-Italian Catholics from Evansville — wouldn’t have made pizza history.

To find a Hunt Brothers Pizza location, go to www.huntbrotherspizza.com.

Taking Stock

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Alan Newman says he’s witnessed a transformation in the financial sector since he joined the industry in 1980.

One Saturday afternoon in 1980, Alan Newman was on the golf course with his longtime friend Andy Present, the former manager of Hilliard Lyons in Evansville. During the round of golf, Present casually asked Newman — then a successful retailer — if he ever would consider working as a financial advisor. Newman initially dismissed the idea, chalking it up to gamesmanship. However, after they finished the game, he asked Present, “Were you serious?”

At 8 a.m. the following Monday morning, Newman sat in front of Present’s desk. Within six weeks, he’d sold the women’s apparel shop he owned with his wife, Sandy, and joined Hilliard Lyons as a trainee.

Newman now is the senior vice president and regional manager of the Evansville complex of one of the nation’s leading regional financial services firms. During his 30-year tenure with Hilliard Lyons, he has witnessed a paradigm shift in the financial services industry. From a field where professionals were paid based on how many stocks and bonds they bought and sold for clients, the industry has evolved into “a business of adding value by selling advice,” Newman says: a holistic, comprehensive approach to wealth management.

In the 2010 fiscal year, the success of that approach again earned the Evansville office high honors as the top-performing branch of Hilliard Lyons, a network of 70 branches across 13 states. The ranking is determined by a multitude of quantitative standards, but for Newman, “the credit belongs with the outstanding professionals within these four walls,” he says.

When Newman joined Hilliard Lyons three decades ago, the firm’s five professionals occupied a one-room office in the former Old National Bank building at 420 Main St. Today, the Evansville complex’s 36-person staff — including 16 financial consultants — works at First and Main streets in Downtown Evansville. The atmosphere is open and welcoming, and that’s by design, Newman says. His career in the industry began at a time when it was in the advisor’s best interest to transact lots of trades. “If there was not a transaction,” he says, “there was no compensation.”

Today, Newman and his staff follow a radically different model. The business isn’t so much about commissions, Newman says: “The business that we are in today doesn’t even remotely resemble that business.” Instead of touting the “hot stock of the day,” Hilliard Lyons professionals “ideally are able to quarterback a relationship between clients and other professionals (attorney and CPA), and to make sure that their team is all playing on the same page of the playbook,” Newman says.

The new model has taken root in a relatively short time — within the last decade — and Newman believes the reasons are numerous. In the late 1990s, before the dot-com bubble burst in 2000, investors bought companies with no earnings. Silicon Valley entrepreneurs became millionaires overnight by simply selling concepts. Sound too good to be true? It was, says Newman. So were “get rich quick” investing schemes that almost always resulted in disappointment.

The economic fallout of the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks and the recent global financial meltdown only emphasized that a comprehensive approach works best, Newman says. Wealth management no longer is a mere peddling of stocks and bonds. Instead, financial planning, education and business succession planning, estate planning and wealth transfer, risk management, asset allocation, portfolio management, tax planning, strategic philanthropy, trustee services, family consulting, and consolidated reporting fall under the same umbrella.

The concept is broad, and so is the expertise of Hilliard Lyons’ Evansville financial professionals. Many of them also have worked in fields outside of the financial services industry — for example, advertising, manufacturing, nonprofit management, and, in Newman’s case, retail. Growing up in Evansville with parents who owned a department store near Fulton Avenue and Columbia Street, “I never imagined I’d do anything else,” Newman says — until that fateful round of golf.

The common threads uniting Hilliard Lyons’ professionals, says Newman, are intelligence, integrity, and people skills. Those are the attributes his predecessor, Andy Present, saw in him; they’re the attributes Newman looks for when building his team. “This business can be taught and learned,” Newman says. “If you can find those traits, it usually doesn’t matter what business the person came from.”

Newman builds his staff methodically and carefully, and he says the team is one of his biggest sources of pride. Employees contribute approximately 3,500 hours of community service each year; that’s the equivalent of one and a half full-time employees. Those hours of service come in addition to new commitments on the job: The business model Hilliard has adopted encourages professionals to complete lengthy continuing education courses. All of the Evansville branch’s consultants have completed or are involved in a six-month course in risk management, and 100 percent of the office’s eligible professionals have earned the Certified Financial Planner (CFP) or Chartered Wealth Advisor (CWA) designation.

The latter educational program, a rigorous six-month process, immerses consultants in topics such as addressing the needs of aging baby boomers, a group — almost 80 million strong — on the verge of retirement. This demographic shift demands a comprehensive approach to wealth management, Newman says: helping seniors live well in their retirement years without worrying about income shortages.

The multidisciplinary effort to ensure a client’s well-being is a far cry from the business Newman entered 30 years ago, a business that centered on the mechanical exchange of stocks and bonds. Since that time, Hilliard Lyons’ Evansville professionals have built a culture that values community, continuing education, and an innovative approach to building, protecting, and transferring wealth. “It is a business of lifelong learning,” Newman says. “It’s a business where you have the opportunity to learn something new every day. That keeps you energized.”

On Deck

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Grandchildren were the inspiration for Alan Hart to invent the E-Z Bat, a toy produced by Oregon-based Monkey Business Sports.

As a kid, Alan Hart played sandlot baseball. As a parent, he coached two daughters on fast-pitch softball teams. As a grandfather, he developed a new baseball bat. Five years ago, Hart noticed the frustration his grandchildren, then toddlers, experienced hitting rubber balls with plastic bats. America’s pastime should be fun, Hart thought, and with children’s developing coordination skills, that’s hard to do.

As a 20-year maintenance man at T.J. Maxx’s distribution facilities on Lynch Road, Hart isn’t an inventor by trade, but his job requires ingenuity, Hart says, and developing solutions to mechanical problems comes with the occupation. After watching his grandchildren’s aggravation, Hart headed for his workbench, lopped off the end of a long plastic bat, and hollowed a ball that slid onto the bat. With a swing from a child, the makeshift ball flies off the end like connecting to a thrown pitch. It allows tykes to master the mechanics of the baseball swing without the disappointment of missed pitches.

The toy fascinated Hart’s grandchildren, who have the typical attention span of any active toddler. Hart’s mind flashed back to an October with his late father-in-law, Dave Lappe. The two were wading through the crowds of the Fall Festival, the annual oasis of fried foods, when Hart noticed the popularity of slapbracelets among children. The slapbracelets were decorative plastic pieces designed to snap from a rigid line to a curved wrist, and Lappe noted simple, affordable items could make a man rich. The idea stayed with Hart, and when his grandchildren were swinging for the fences with Hart’s new invention, he knew this was the opportunity Lappe had told him about.

This fall, his new toy debuted — to rave reviews — but still, this is the toy that almost never was.

Hart needed a toy company to manufacture the bat. At the time, he didn’t have a computer and the widespread reach of the Internet. Without toy manufacturers at his fingertips, Hart headed to toy stores, wrote company names down on paper, and went to the public library. There, a librarian helped him set up an e-mail account. He nicknamed the toy “Flingball,” looked up company addresses, and sent e-mails and letters to the business leaders in the toy industry describing his idea. He wrote several messages a week for three years.

Despite rejections or ignored requests, Hart tinkered with his toy. He bought tools like a keyhole saw to build test toys with different materials such as wood, aluminum, and plastic for the bats and rubber and foam for the balls. He visited Wesselman Park on Saturdays and asked groups of children to play with his new toy. Hart was the inventor, researcher, and marketer. He applied for a patent. He waited.

In 2008, he noticed a discarded box at work that once held a toy rocket launcher from Portland, Ore.-based Monkey Business Sports. Hart e-mailed the company, and president Cole Larner responded.

The first toy from Larner’s company came in 1994. The product, named the Spiderball, was from the mind of a gym teacher, who wanted his less-athletic students to learn the mechanics of catching without the frustration of failed attempts. Sound familiar? Designed with a fun face, the colorful, bouncing ball has numerous rubber legs that fan out when thrown, slowing the ball’s speed and giving more time to children with developing hand-eye coordination to make adjustments for the catch.

From there, Larner developed Monkey Business Sports, a producer of toys with fun names: Switchblade Boomerang, Stomp Walkers, and HoverBlade. Larner noticed Hart’s invention “matches up with our toy category, which is a simple design enhancement on the traditional play pattern,” says Larner, meaning he liked that the bat didn’t contain electronic devices, didn’t flash and buzz with lights and sounds, and didn’t need a battery. “It helps kids learn how to swing a baseball bat,” Larner says. “That’s wonderful. That’s our national pastime.”

That’s the potential Larner saw in Hart’s project. “Ideas stand on their own merit,” he says. “Anybody can create if they allow themselves to refine an idea and then be brave enough to present it and ignore the folks who say, ‘You can’t do that.’ Why would you not be able to? It’s the concept that is significant.”

The bat works best as a foam product, making it safer and softer for toddlers and giving them a valuable lesson in the art of the swing. And Hart’s flingball became the E-Z Bat, which debuted this fall — just in time for the holidays. (Flingball already was coined as an English-made dog toy.) Already, it’s receiving rave reviews from toy experts and famed mommy bloggers such as Jabbering Jessi, who wrote, “I think Monkey Business Sports hit the nail on the head with this bat.” Actually, it was Hart.

To learn more, visit www.monkeybusinesssports.com.

A Dog’s Life

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Clark Pelphrey, owner of Bluegrass Dog Psychology, works with two canine clients.

At 5 feet 6 inches tall, the youthful, outgoing Clark Pelphrey hardly seems imposing. He moves slowly, speaks softly, and is anything but violent, but the Owensboro, Ky., man looms large over my dog, Lena, who’s trembling in a kitchen corner. The only thing under threat is her alpha-female complex.

As the owner of Bluegrass Dog Psychology, Pelphrey conducts in-home sessions with problem pets: dogs with aggression, phobias, and other behavioral issues. In the case of my 2-year-old, mixed-breed dog, it was a stubborn habit of jumping up to kitchen counters to steal grilled cheese sandwiches, apple slices, fresh-baked muffins, or any tasty treat she could snatch. Despite my attempts to break the habit — and catch her before she scampered away with my lunch — the mischievous Lena refused to behave.

I called Pelphrey, a Mississippi native who grew up around horses, not dogs. But as he studied the quirks of his friends’ pets, he thought, “That makes sense to me. I can fix that.” Pelphrey began reading about dog psychology, a field made famous by “Dog Whisperer” Cesar Millan, a behavior specialist known for calming the most cantankerous canines. As Pelphrey experimented with new tactics and began to find success, a friend told him, “You could make money doing this.”

Pelphrey, whose career has included stints as an emergency medical technician, a law enforcement officer, and a corporate trainer for Starbucks, founded Bluegrass Dog Psychology in January 2009. He travels to clients around the Tri-State, often accompanied by his affable Boston terrier, Bailey.

Pelphrey begins sessions by asking owners about the dog’s history and the details of its troublesome behavior. Mostly, he watches dogs in their element, observing how owners interact with them. He corrects misbehaving dogs not by shouting or hitting, but by using strong body language and few words. “I channel my law enforcement days,” he says. “What’s imposing is attitude, demeanor, and body language.”

When a curious Lena put her front paws on the kitchen counter, where Pelphrey took notes on a clipboard, he snapped his fingers and stood up, taking slow steps toward her. Lena stared at him, inching away from the counter as he moved forward. “She thinks she controls this space,” Pelphrey told me as he guided a trembling Lena into a passive sitting position. “I’m challenging that.”

Pelphrey admits that when he tells people about his job, the phrase “dog psychology” provokes raised eyebrows and skeptical looks. But as I watched him work — and observed my dog’s noticeably calmer demeanor in the days that followed — it didn’t seem so far-fetched. Pelphrey’s philosophy is simple: “You have a rule, and you have to be able to enforce it,” he says. “You’re not hurting anybody. You’re enforcing the rules.”

Bluegrass Dog Psychology
270-929-9928 • www.bluegrassdogpsychology.com

The Butterfly Effect

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Candice Perry, Jaima Graham, Jennifer Scales-Stewart, and Jenny Ballard relax in the revamped space.

For 20 years, a 12-by-12 room at the entrance of the Albion Fellows Bacon Center had doubled as an intake office, crisis call center, and storage area for the domestic violence shelter. When contractors looked at the room at 7 a.m. on a Monday in November, the bulletin boards covered with papers and the small desk crowded with overflowing binders, a computer tower, and 15-inch monitor were gone. Their mission: to transform the space into a comforting environment by following the plan from Jennifer Scales-Stewart, owner of interior design firm Y Factor Studio, and Jaima Graham, an interior designer with the company.

The following Monday, Candice Perry, Albion’s executive director, smiled inside the new office with a soothing, spa-like color palette of warm golds and cool blues. She stood by two vinyl tablet armchairs and looked at an L-shaped cherry desk with maple accents and floor-to-ceiling cabinets stretching down the south wall. Across from the cabinets is a photograph by Amy Musia, an Evansville artist, who provided the piece depicting a butterfly. The image was intentional: Like caterpillars changing into butterflies, “that’s a transformation we hope for the women who come here,” Perry says. “There’s a different life after leaving an abusive relationship.”

That transformation begins in a once-cramped, now-revamped office. “If someone is coming from a negative situation,” Graham says, “we want them to feel as comfortable as possible.” Scales-Stewart discovered that goal when she visited Albion more than a month ago. Then, Albion was among the finalists in Y Factor’s Ugliest Office competition, a chance for a local business to receive a free office makeover. During Scales-Stewart’s visit, a child staying at the shelter helped her measure the office. Another child blew Scales-Stewart a kiss as she left. “That’s when I said, ‘Albion is the one,’” says Scales-Stewart. “They need this.”

Link Up

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Clark Pelphrey, owner of Bluegrass Dog Psychology

We aren’t the only ones who knew the hard-working story behind Hunt Bros. Pizza, the subject of our feature story. Check out this clip, a segment from a food-centric show.

Alan Newman, a longtime leader at the regional offices of Hilliard Lyons, gave Evansville Business readers an inside look at the financial industry. Here, read about the subject on a larger scale.

Dog psychologist Clark Pelphrey has a Boston terrier named Bailey, but she isn’t pictured on his company’s website. The dog on the home page is Pappi, a once-troubled pit bull Pelphrey rehabilitated after finding her in a local shelter. Despite the stereotypes that plague pit bulls, Pappi became a loyal, loving pet ready for adoption into another family. Here’s New Yorker writer Malcolm Gladwell’s take on the controversial dog breed and efforts to ban pit bulls from cities.

Two days after Pelphrey spoke with Evansville Business, he hopped a plane to Virginia to meet with Dee Bogetti, a trainer of diabetic alert dogs. These service dogs are trained to recognize and alert diabetics to fluctuating blood sugar levels. Pelphrey, who has Type 1 diabetes, hopes to bring a training program to the Tri-State.

Evansvillian Alan Hart’s invention, the E-Z Bat, is a toy that teaches children the mechanics of a baseball swing — and still gives them an enjoyable experience. Mommy bloggers across cyberspace have raved about the toy. One such blogger is Jabbering Jessi. Read her thoughts about the E-Z Bat here.

Legendary Lawyer

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C.E. Oswald is the only living co-founder of Bamberger, Foreman, Oswald & Hahn.

When Charles E. (“C.E.”) Oswald was a senior at Bosse High School, a school newspaper reporter asked the class of 1940 what careers they wanted to pursue. Oswald’s answer: “An attorney.”

Today, after more than 50 years of legal practice, Oswald still wants to be an attorney. At 88 years old, he keeps regular hours at Bamberger, Foreman, Oswald & Hahn, the Evansville law firm he helped found. Oswald’s colleagues have dubbed him the “Titan of Titles” for his practice focused on real estate, and this fall, Oswald earned another title: “Legendary Lawyer,” a prestigious award presented by the Indiana Bar Foundation.

Oswald was admitted to the Indiana bar in 1948 after his graduation from Indiana University School of Law. (Prior to law school, he served in the Navy for three and a half years.) While practicing in the now-defunct Downtown Evansville firm of Ortmeyer, Bamberger, Ortmeyer & Foreman, he met the young, ambitious Robert Hahn and the more seasoned Fred Bamberger and William Foreman. In 1959, the four attorneys broke away to start their own firm: Bamberger, Foreman, Oswald & Hahn. Oswald is the only surviving founder.

In the early days, “we struggled and struggled,” Oswald recalls. The founding partners returned to their Hulman Building office most evenings, every Saturday, and many Sundays to build a reputation that began with litigation. Hahn and Bamberger were legendary tour de forces in the courtroom, and while the litigation team’s high-profile cases often drew more attention, Oswald and Foreman found their own successes as they quietly handled the firm’s business work.

Oswald focused his practice on real estate law. Among his career milestones are completing the work for hundreds of miles of utility pipeline and electric lines for SIGECO, Vectren’s predecessor, and Washington Square Mall, the first covered shopping mall in Indiana. Before the Eastland Mall area boomed, South Green River Road was the retail scene’s center of gravity, and Oswald and Foreman were at the heart of it. Oswald also has worked with SIGECO to establish gas storage fields in Kentucky, still in use today by Vectren, and helped lay the groundwork for Kentucky’s first condominium on Kentucky Lake.

The fact that Oswald was sought out for the projects across state lines was significant, says Terry Farmer, managing partner at Bamberger, Foreman, Oswald & Hahn (“Bamberger” for short). Now, around a dozen of the firm’s 42 attorneys are licensed to practice in Kentucky or Illinois. When the firm began, attorneys rarely practiced outside of their home states.

Another major change Oswald has seen is technology. Today, the firm’s attorneys blog and use Blackberry devices to communicate; Oswald has an e-mail account. Before the advent of smartphones and other innovations that allow attorneys to streamline their work and correspond electronically, Oswald and the firm’s founding partners worked countless hours to conduct everyday tasks. “C.E. still can remember the day where if you did an appellate brief on a manual typewriter and you had to file 14 copies of it with the court of appeals,” Farmer says, “you were using a lot of carbon paper and pounding very hard on the keys.”

Farmer, who joined Bamberger in 1982, has worked with all four of the founding partners and witnessed the firm’s evolution to a regional powerhouse (in addition to its Evansville office, Bamberger has offices in Indianapolis, Mount Vernon, Poseyville, Princeton, and Vincennes, Ind.). Most of the firm’s younger attorneys missed that opportunity, but Oswald is a living link to the firm’s history. “C.E. always has been very generous about his time,” Farmer says. “He really can help younger lawyers understand issues that people kind of blow past, but they still are good law and requirements that need to be observed. He always has taken the time to sit down with people and help them through those kinds of problems.”

Oswald earned a reputation for meticulously studying every page of a title that could be inches thick. He had a knack for spotting typographical errors, missing deeds, inconsistencies, and loopholes, and his peers often called him in as vacation backup because they didn’t trust anyone else with their files. One of his favorite sayings for young attorneys is, “Don’t touch a title without trying to improve it.”

For all his expertise, Oswald says he still is learning. While many of his fellow octogenarians retired decades ago, abandoning their offices for sunny beaches and leisurely lifestyles, Oswald still comes to work because “I enjoy the atmosphere,” he says, “and I do learn, just from being around, what’s happening in the practice.”

His commitment to the profession is part of what earned him the Indiana Bar Foundation’s Legendary Lawyer award, given annually to one attorney in the state. The award honors not just longevity, but major contributions to the legal profession. This fall, the Indiana Bar Foundation hosted an afternoon reception in Bamberger’s offices to present the award and honor Oswald. His colleagues gathered to honor his half-century in practice and his role in growing Bamberger, Foreman, Oswald & Hahn.

In the years that have passed since a teenage Oswald confidently told a school newspaper reporter that he wanted to be an attorney, he has built “a wealth of knowledge over time that I doubt we’ll ever see again,” Farmer says. “He’s a tremendous resource.”

Marilyn Klenck

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Growing up in tiny Galveston, Ind., near Kokomo, Marilyn Klenck never envisioned herself working in the field of philanthropy. She enrolled at Purdue University to pursue her childhood dream of becoming a teacher, and she taught for a decade, mostly in Wisconsin. Klenck came to Southern Indiana (the native region of her husband, William “Bill” Klenck) “at a time when there were more teachers than classrooms,” she says. Unable to find a job, “I had to do the mind game of retooling myself,” she recalls. “What skills did I have, and what language could I put them in?”

Her self-assessment led her to her first nonprofit job with the Evansville-based chapter of the American Cancer Society. Klenck’s passion for nonprofit work grew when she joined Leadership Evansville and learned about efforts to create a regional community foundation. The idea was inspired by a Lilly Endowment grant that helped Indiana communities launch philanthropic foundations.

The Community Foundation Alliance was incorporated in 1991, and Klenck became its first president and CEO. Under her leadership, the alliance grew to include nine member foundations in Southwest Indiana, which pool their back-office operations to devote more time and money to needs in their individual counties. In the 2009 fiscal year, the alliance awarded more than $2.2 million, and the organization had more than $49.2 million in assets.

Klenck will retire at the end of December after nearly two decades at the organization’s helm. As she looks forward to devoting more time to volunteerism and her favorite hobbies (reading mystery novels and refinishing antiques), she also looks back on her career as a nonprofit leader.

What drew you to the field of philanthropy?
I wanted to make a difference in other people’s lives, not somebody else’s pocketbook or the bottom line. I wanted to know at the end of a workday that my efforts had helped improve somebody else’s life, directly or indirectly.

What teaching skills have been helpful in the nonprofit world?
Being able to tool the communication to the person or the group — being able to pick out the important points, present those, and then fill in the details as needed later. This was a brand-new organization that didn’t have any history, policies, or procedures. It was going to be a growing process … My role was to help channel that energy and help (volunteers) do their work best.

How have you seen the Community Foundation Alliance evolve?

It has been a wonderful journey of maturation. (The member foundations) started out as a blank slate, and now, they’re very sophisticated when it comes to looking at their communities, determining how their discretionary dollars are going to be granted. Some of them, like the Vanderburgh Community Foundation, are doing wonderful initiatives that get out into the community to address a need that they’ve identified, and they want to put some big money behind it to be able to move the needle quicker. Vanderburgh has launched the initiative to try to reduce the cycle of poverty. That is a huge need in the community, and they have bitten off a big piece.

What are the top three traits that make a great leader?
One is having the confidence in yourself to intersect other ideas different from your own: the confidence that other people have valuable information and that you can, by talking with them, come to an agreement. Another is being able to listen instead of tell. A third would be tenacity. Some of the biggest changes happen not in a moment, but over a span of time. It takes understanding that we may have to go through some disconnect or chaos until we can get to some orderliness in our thinking, but not to lose sight of the fact that the end product is what we’re after.

As you prepare to retire, what’s on your mind?
Right now, the saving grace is there’s so much to do; it isn’t that I’m sitting back and worrying about it. I have every faith that the organization is going to be excellent, no matter what happens. But since I have been the first staff person with this organization and their only CEO ever to have been here, it’s kind of a heart tug.