Brad Hill

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In 1978, soon after graduating from the University of Evansville, artist Brad Hill sketched a tranquil, wintry scene: a police officer standing on a hill under a starry sky, looking down on a snow-covered city. He mailed photocopies of the drawing to friends and family as Christmas cards, and for nearly three decades, Hill has carried on the tradition of spreading good cheer by delivering hand-drawn holiday greetings (now scanned, colored, and printed via computer) to more than 500 people.

Hill, the chief of the Evansville Police Department, finds time to draw in the evenings and on weekends, especially during the holidays. His cards often are comical scenes that include his wife, Sue; son Travis, 25; daughter Amy, 23; and Hill as “the butt of the joke,” he says, “falling off the roof while trying to put a star on the house or stuck in the chimney as Santa Claus.”

Hill also draws caricatures for officers retiring from the department, and he’s created a coloring book for National Night Out, an annual event that aims to strengthen police and community partnerships. And the drawing of a scowling police officer and a firefighter facing off in the boxing ring? That’s Hill’s, too, seen on the program and billboards for the Guns and Hoses charity boxing match. “It’s a great event,” he says. “I’m tickled to contribute in some way without getting punched in the face.”

I felt like art was something I would do for fun rather than something I should do as a career. I felt law enforcement was God’s will for me, to be able to work with people and serve people.

But art, that talent, is something I feel is a gift. The retirement cards for officers and the Christmas cards are something you hope brings a smile to somebody’s face.

(The National Night Out coloring book) was to give kids a positive depiction of officers, deputies, and firefighters, to show they’re somebody they can trust and turn to. Of course, you had to have the obligatory cat in the tree for the firemen to get down. The cover for the coloring book is not the same as the cover for the brochure for Guns and Hoses … This one, we’re buddies, and that’s in fact the truth: We work together every day, helping each other out.

Link Up

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Dancing Across Borders chronicles the intimate and triumphant story of Sokvannara Sar.

Inspired by local happenings — and news from Evansville Living magazine — we present these links that made us click for more.

Before GPS: At the new exhibition at Angel Mounds, archaeologists showcase artifacts nearly 2,000 years old from one of the most important Native American sites in the Midwest: the Mann Site in Posey County. Our feature story “Uncommon Ground” shows how evidence found there links Southwest Indiana to the archaeologically relevant Leake Site in northwest Georgia. That’s a six-hour drive. Imagine how long it took Hopewell people to travel that distance in 150 A.D.

Sketchy Policemen: Evansville Police Chief Brad Hill shared with readers his hobby, cartooning, in Model Citizen. An excellent artist, Hill uses his talent to create hundreds of Christmas cards every December. In contrast to Hill’s ability is this showcase of somewhat less impressive — but hilarious — artwork by police officers, The Huffington Post’s 14 funniest police composite sketches.

Just Like Us: In Encyclopedia Evansvillia, we look at the historical parallels between the old Roberts Stadium and the new Downtown arena’s beginnings that faced a vocal opposition. Is such a debate common in other cities? This Minnesota television station suggests citizens in major cities such as Minneapolis discuss new stadiums with the same gusto.

And He Sings: Former NBA pro and Evansville native Walter McCarty starts his first season with the Indiana Pacers as an assistant head coach. His story is featured in our Sporting Life department. Here’s a video showcasing McCarty’s talent on the court. McCarty also sings. Listen to tunes from his album here.

Broad Appeal: We introduce the new artistic director of the Evansville Dance Theatre, Lisa Dillinger, in 15 Minutes. Committed to diversity, Dillinger booked Sokvannara Sar, a Cambodian ballet dancer, in the lead role for this year’s Nutcracker. The documentary Dancing Across Borders shares Sar’s story, and the trailer documents his incredible journey from teenage folk dancer to ballet prodigy.

Safe for Work: In our feature “Dream Parties,” we let local event planners help readers plan the ultimate fantasy bash. We learned online that the keywords “dream parties” bring search engine results not safe for work. Whoops. To learn tips for throwing a dream party, read our story. It is safe for work.

Dream Parties

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The party season is fast approaching. Don’t let new ideas wane. We asked a local event planner and caterer to design a fantasy bash to spark your imagination.

Here are the rules: There are no rules.
Here is the budget: The sky is the limit.
Here is your invitation: You are the guest of honor.

Invitation Ideas: The invitation is ornate, not over-the-top, not too busy. The font is pretty and legible. Parties celebrate life, and a well-chosen font shows your party is fun — to celebrate life. Several websites — www.invitationland.com, www.americangreetings.com, or www.makeyourowninvitations.com — give hands-on invitation application to the most novice graphic designers. Or, ask professionals at Nussmeier Engraving (933 Main St.) or PenPals Stationery Shoppe (5040 Bellemeade Ave.).

Party Prep: For this party, Nancy Bennett, event planner and owner of Limelight Events, let the invitation inspire the party’s decorations. “The basics are flowers and food,” Bennett says. “Everything else is just window dressing.” It’s one reason why people sometimes find party hosting so intimidating. Dress it up if you like, Bennett says, or keep it simple, but however you do it, “I don’t know too many people who would be critical.”

Decorating Do’s: Elements incorporated into this party: bold crush romance satin tablecloth, white linen napkins, Two’s Company flower vases with one cherry brandy rose at each place setting, silver corsage pins with green feather ranunculus (lacy leaf flowers) for each guest, Chinese bouquet green Herend dishes, European crystal water goblets, Baccarat crystal wine glasses, silverware, engraved silver bread plates, gold Chiavari chairs, and gold charger plates. Table favors, Bennett says, such as the green blown glass wine bottle stoppers make it a party.

Flower Power: “I have clients who love carnations,” Bennett says, “and I have clients who wouldn’t pay their bill if I put a carnation in a bouquet.” Her point: No flower is a universal crowd pleaser, so pick floral arrangements you like. Your friends have similar interests, and they’ll probably like them, too.[pagebreak]

Floral Cheat Sheet: Are your vases filled with the time-tested roses or fail-proof daylilies? Good choices. Here are more options: cherry brandy roses, purple-throated white mini calla lilies, pink ranunculus, green feather ranunculus, coral wax flower, antique green hydrangeas, variegated pittosporum, and matsumoto asters.

Main Event: Because this is meat and potato country, we love steak, says Ronnie Lee, an independent caterer with nearly four decades of experience, which means we’ve tried plenty of wonderful beef tenderloin — and plenty of bad beef tenderloin. Keys to perfecting the dish, says Lee: Serve it medium rare with a nice sauce. (For this party, Lee used a reduced merlot sauce.) Also, go heavy on the garlic. “Beef and garlic are a good complement for one another,” Lee says. “When you cook, you have to over-season. Just a little garlic burns off.” But the breath? “If everyone has it,” Lee says, “no one notices.”

Great food ignites conversation: The creamy cheese grits, served as a side, are the best reason to start talking. Here, “people think of (grits) as the breakfast they get on the way to Florida at a little cheap restaurant,” says Lee. “Those are just one form of grits.” Grits are versatile, but if you’ve never made the popular Southern dish, begin with “your favorite cheese,” says Lee. “The trick is to cook them in milk and beat them in a mixer while adding cheeses. It makes (grits) smoother and takes some of the grit away from them.” Just follow the recipe we’ve posted online.

Expert Advice:
If hosting a party and someone compliments a dish, don’t keep the recipe a secret. “My theory is to share,” Lee says, “because for every recipe you give out, you get five back.”[pagebreak]

My Showstopper Bash: Donna Logan

Our “Shaken Not Stirred” party probably is our most talked about. The invitations were a takeoff of a James Bond poster with my husband, Mark, in a tuxedo shooting a Glock pistol through the legs of a woman holding a crossbow. (Everyone thought they were my legs — if only.)

When people arrived, they passed through a “security checkpoint” manned by two “Soviet Army soldiers.” Most guests made it past easily, but a few were detained and had their entries delayed. (The soldiers must not have liked their looks.) Upon entering, guests were served drinks by staff dressed in army fatigues complete with ammunition belts. In the middle of the main room, the former owner of Kanpai rolled sushi behind a sushi bar that came out of the restaurant. As people exited from the main room toward the back patio and yard, a young, stout man dressed as the villain Oddjob opened and closed the door.

In the back yard, we had a tent with a seating lounge, a bar on the back patio, and another bar and a DJ by the fountain. The main attraction in the back was a young model lying on her stomach, wearing a gold bikini, gold wig, and all-over gold body paint like the girl from Goldfinger. She lay so still that people thought she was a mannequin, and the partygoers gave her a standing ovation when she arose for her first break after an hour and a half.

Late in the night, we had three ninjas infiltrate the party and wreak a little havoc. They actually scared one guest so badly that we had to curtail the ninjas’ activities early.

— Donna Logan is an Evansville resident.[pagebreak]

My Showstopper Bash: Sherry Wright

My husband, Kirk, and I love to bring people together — around the table, usually. Our most memorable event is our annual New Year’s Eve formal dinner party. We seat about 36 people for a multi-course meal — friends and family. Everyone is welcome to bring their children: The adults all dress up in their finest, and the kids go upstairs for their own party.

We have a 55-foot marble hallway that leads to our dining room, so we use the dining room table plus five or six more. Last year was a “musical chairs” dinner party — when guests came in, they got a passport for the tables and moved with their partner to a new table every course. The main course was prime rib au jus, sea scallops glazed with honey and white wine, garlic creamed potatoes, and crab-stuffed portabella mushrooms.

We choose a different wine for each course, and we uncork our new batch of limoncello (a lemon liqueur). In the late summer or early fall, I peel 100 lemons to start the making of limoncello, and every year I make a new label for the bottles. Everyone at the party takes home a bottle and tries a new vintage that night.

After dinner, everyone spends the night. Our home used to be the Oliver House Bed and Breakfast, so it has lots of bedrooms and private baths. In the morning, we all cook breakfast together, then sit around until afternoon and share our New Year’s resolutions. Although we would have loved to continue the operation as a bed and breakfast, we still make the house come alive with friends and family — we just give it away for free.

— Sherry Wright lives in Downtown Evansville.[pagebreak]

My Showstopper Bash: Greg Gibson

Themed dinner parties are our idea of the ultimate way to celebrate. Nibby Priest and I agree that one of our best dinner parties was given for our friends Adell and Jerry Martin of Henderson, Ky. The Martins purchased the dinner for six at an auction fundraiser in April 2009. The dinner, originally marketed as a “Sunset and Fireworks Dinner Party,” was planned for July 4 but took place on May 22, 2009, due to scheduling differences.

The Martins invited two couples to join them at 330 N. Water St. in Henderson. After pre-dinner libations and hors d’oeuvres in the parlor, we moved upstairs for appetizers prior to dinner being served. Next came a salad of mixed greens tossed with roasted pecans, blue cheese, and blueberries with balsamic vinaigrette. Dinner included filet mignon served with firecracker shrimp, twice-baked herb-infused potatoes, and roasted root vegetables in a balsamic drizzle. Dessert was bananas foster served over homemade vanilla bean ice cream. Our friends left with gifts of white and dark chocolate hand-dipped strawberries.

The most beautiful part of this dinner party was the opportunity to serve two of the most gracious people on this earth who are always serving others. It was an honor to serve them and their friends, and that’s what makes great memories: being with those you love most.

— Greg Gibson of Henderson, Ky., is a producer, design consultant, and advocate for children.[pagebreak]

Familiar Standouts
Three foods to make guests feel comfortable yet daring

In meat and potatoes land, home-style cooking rules, admits Chef Doug Rennie. The longtime Evansville caterer also owns Just Rennie’s, a Downtown eatery known for light gourmet meals. The menu is traditional, but that doesn’t mean boring. Rennie’s focus is wholesome foods with culinary twists. We asked what three dishes fit in — and stand out — at a party.

Pecan encrusted pork tenderloin with sesame aioli (mayo with garlic, ginger, and soy sauce)
Why It Fits In: Following the heated presidential primary election that gave  Indiana national attention in 2008, a food writer with New York’s Village Voice wondered what dish Indiana is known for. Her discovery: pork tenderloin.
Why It Stands Out: The place to find sesame aioli is a sushi restaurant, and the pork tenderloin finds depth with this Asian import.  

Asparagus crepes with black forest ham, herb cream cheese, and asparagus tips, wrapped in a homemade crepe
Why It Fits In: Asparagus glommed with hollandaise sauce belongs on the kitchen table.
Why It Stands Out: Wrapped in a homemade crepe, this asparagus dish provokes an inspired brunch menu.

Coconut shrimp with pineapple and cucumber relish
Why It Fits In: So popular is the shrimp cocktail, astronauts rave about it on space stations.
Why It Stands Out:  The shrimp is a familiar standby packed with protein, but this dish is sans cocktail sauce. The added coconut makes it a little salty, a little sweet, and completely satisfying.

Uncommon Ground

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Charles Lacer Jr., pictured in a basement workspace that formerly housed his collection from the Mann Site

Wearing his best Stetson hat and khaki pants, Paul Mann Sr. climbed atop an ancient Native American mound on his farmland, television cameras following him. It was the mid-1970s, and Mann’s Posey County farm — long fabled to harbor rare artifacts — just had been named to the National Register of Historic Places. As a skeptical TV reporter asked about the relics buried deep underground, Mann glanced down, bent over, and plucked an arrowhead from the soil near his feet.

Mann, a farmer known for his down-home, Midwestern friendliness, since has passed away. Corn and beans still spring up every summer, but his farm, tended by descendents, has faded from prominence after attracting archaeological digs and media attention in the ’60s and ’70s. The land and its mysterious history have “sort of been sidelined,” says Staffan Peterson, who researches Southwest Indiana archaeology. “Not many people know anything about it.”

This November, an eclectic group of archaeologists, researchers, Mann’s children, and a retired grocery store employee in his 70s aims to change that. In the highly anticipated exhibition “Cherished Possessions: The Mann Hopewell Legacy of Indiana,” which opens Nov. 6 at Angel Mounds State Historic Site, the Indiana State Museum and Historic Sites and the Glenn A. Black Laboratory of Archaeology will reveal artifacts never before seen by the public.

The family farm is part of a Southwest Indiana phenomenon known as the Mann Site, a 500-acre area with stunning historical significance that rivals the better-known Hopewell sites in Ohio. The site dates back to around 150 to 450 A.D., and unlike other mound sites in the Hopewell tradition (a Native American culture that flourished in the Midwest), the Mann Site was a place of burial, civic proceedings, ceremony, and habitation. Archaeologists have uncovered a cosmopolitan array of artifacts: jaguar carvings, obsidian from Wyoming, copper from northern Michigan, hundreds of human figurine fragments, and pottery that has a striking connection to a site in Georgia. “It probably is the most important site in Indiana,” says Mike Linderman, site manager at Angel Mounds State Historic Site, “if not the entire Midwest.”[pagebreak]

Back when Charles Lacer Jr. of Evansville first explored the Mann Site, making history was the furthest thing from his mind. As a young boy, he tagged along on fishing trips with his father, Charles Sr. “I wasn’t that interested in fishing,” says Lacer, now 75, “so I’d just go back in the fields and start walking.”

Soon, Lacer’s pockets sagged with arrowheads and other finds. In 1950, he was searching the shores of Hovey Lake, near Mount Vernon, Ind., when a game warden asked the boy if he knew about the Mann Site. On his first visit to the farm, Lacer walked along a gravel road and found a small crystal quartz knife. He kept returning, and one day, he spotted Paul Mann Sr. riding a combine through the fields. Lacer had no permission to be on the property, but Mann didn’t shout or shoot. Instead, he pulled up next to Lacer, held out a jug of cold water, and asked, “You wouldn’t be thirsty, would you?”

Lacer became a frequent visitor to the family farm, combing the land for artifacts that rose to the surface when Mann plowed the fields. He befriended the farmer’s five children, and daughters Carolyn West and Susan Boyer, now 62 and 63, remember how Lacer brought them bottles of Coca-Cola and gave the family baskets of fruit for Christmas. They remember the arrowheads, knives, and pottery shards he collected, which Lacer stored on shelves in his grandmother’s basement, in cigar boxes, and in sturdy tomato boxes he brought home from his job in a grocery store produce department.

Both sisters say the significance of their farm and Lacer’s finds eluded them as children. They would ride deep into the forest on their father’s tractor, explore the woods, and pick pecans, “but as far as being interested in the artifacts and what they meant?” Boyer says. “We didn’t understand it.”

In other words, when a bemused Lacer says, “We had no idea it was going to make a big splash” in his deep voice, you believe him.

Lacer is the kind of man who catalogues his world in lists and files that exist on paper and inside his quick mind. He rattles off milestones in his life (first archaeological site explored, 1949; first visit to the Mann Site, 1950; first archaeologist met, IU’s James Kellar, 1964). He still has the first arrowhead he ever found (1949, age 14, in the river bottoms near the old Dogtown Tavern). It’s his dogged determination to create order and chronicle history, say several Indiana archaeologists, that has made him one of the most important figures in the Mann Site’s exploration. Lacer is what professionals call an avocational archaeologist — a non-professional who makes valuable contributions to the field. (“You can go to almost any book (on Hopewell culture) by any academic archaeologist,” says Michele Greenan, director of archaeology at the Indiana State Museum in Indianapolis, “and see Charlie Lacer referenced.”)[pagebreak]

“From 1956 on up,” Lacer says, “I could tell you every day we went out, where we went, what day it was, who was there, and what each person found.” His meticulous record keeping made him a darling of the Glenn A. Black Laboratory of Archaeology, a research center that opened on Indiana University’s Bloomington campus in the 1960s. The laboratory largely was funded through a gift from Eli Lilly, founder of Indianapolis-based pharmaceuticals company Eli Lilly & Co., who was fascinated with Indiana’s prehistory and is said to have visited the Mann Site in the late 1800s.

In 1964, Kellar, the laboratory’s first director, arrived on the Mann farm with a team of Indiana University students to conduct a dig. Lacer was there, too. Their painstaking work was a striking contrast to that of the looters who preyed on the site, combing for artifacts and selling what they found. One Posey County man told Linderman he’d spotted cars parked deep in the woods, presumably belonging to looters trying to stay undercover, and had counted license plates from all 50 states. “It’s a black-market world,” says Linderman, “and those kinds of people talk to each other.”

Some of the neighbors became infamous for threatening trespassers with firearms. It’s not that they ever shot, say Boyer and West, but their warnings sent a clear message: This land belongs to us. Today, state and federal laws protect archaeological sites and promise stiff prosecution — possibly steep fines and prison terms — for looters. Still, says Lacer, “the stuff they found is lost to history.”

Lacer’s aging knees and a past heart surgery now keep him from the fieldwork he once loved, but he collected tens of thousands of artifacts over his 60-year history exploring and researching the Mann Site. Despite offers that encouraged him to sell, he kept the collection tucked away on display tables he built in his Southeast Side basement. “There were times I could have used the money,” admits Lacer, who’s retired from his job at Wesselman’s grocery store. But his purpose was preservation, not profit.

“Most folks would have sold it,” says Greenan. “Every time it gets sold and moved, it loses its value for archaeology. It loses everything. But Charlie, intrinsically, never wanted to separate anything. Not only did he keep it all intact, he kept it all intact for 50 years. The value of that cannot be overstated.”

Several years ago, the Indiana State Museum approached him about acquiring his collection — not to re-sell, not to separate the artifacts, but to preserve them in a safe place for educational and research purposes. Lacer accepted. Says his younger brother Bill, a retired truck driver living in Hatfield, Ind.: “It was like a big weight came off our shoulders. Now we know his life’s work is going to be kept together.”[pagebreak]

Less certain, but no less significant, is the fate of the Mann Site itself — owned partly by the Indiana Department of Natural Resources (which oversees the Indiana State Museums and Historic Sites) and partly by private landowners. The area most recently was investigated in 2006 by Staffan Peterson, then a doctoral candidate at Indiana University. Peterson’s research interests focused on archaeology in Southwest Indiana, specifically Angel Mounds, occupied from 1100 to 1450 A.D. by people of the Middle Mississippian culture. Through research for his dissertation, Peterson met the Mann family and gained approval to conduct a magnetometry study that would map patterns of ancient activity in the soil.

Peterson spent a month walking through the fields, collecting data with a portable magnetometer. Every few hours, his team imported the data into a laptop and analyzed it. Archaeological features would appear as yellow images, and when the data appeared on screen, “our jaws went down to the ground,” he says. The field was so awash in yellow that it resembled an aerial night view of a brightly lit city.

Peterson detected two circular “woodhenges,” circular monuments similar to Stonehenge but made from wooden posts. With diameters of 60 and 175 feet, he believes they may have been used for astronomical observation — unusual in Hopewell cultures — or to enclose a ritual. The study also detected the charred remains of 6,000 cooking pits and signs of large-scale geometric earth formations.

Based on his findings and the multitude of unusual artifacts found at the site, Peterson concludes the people who lived at the Mann Site were “very proficient and cosmopolitan,” he says. Shark teeth from the Gulf Coast, rocks and minerals from the Appalachian Mountains, and flint from the Dakotas are proof that residents of the Mann Site forged continental-scale relationships, and archaeologists speculate that the Mann Site was a port, a hub, or the ancient equivalent of a capital city.

An intimate connection between the Mann Site and the Leake Site, a mound site in northwest Georgia, also has become apparent. Ceramic vessels found in Southwest Indiana mimic the pattern of pottery made in Georgia, and analysis of a clay pot found at the Leake Site revealed it was made from Indiana clay. The relationship, says Peterson, shows these ancient people were worldly and sophisticated beyond previous imagining: “It was an amazing era of artistic expression and technical proficiency.”

“They weren’t savages by any means,” Lacer adds. “This was a civilized group of people.”

Revealing the area’s surprising past to Southwest Indiana is the goal of Mann descendents Susan Boyer and Carolyn West, who several years ago sold 48 acres of the family farm to the Indiana Department of Natural Resources. The Mann descendents, some of whom are farmers, weren’t unanimous in the decision. “When you farm the land, you have a different connection to it,” Boyer says. “It maybe is a little harder to let go.”[pagebreak]

Boyer and West acknowledge they felt mixed emotions about letting go of land passed down through four generations, but “I feel it only can do good for our part of the state,” Boyer says — building pride, showing Mount Vernon residents how the Mann Site shaped the area’s identity, and sharing local history previously unknown to most residents. The sisters believe their decision will help preserve not only the land but the family name, and they point to Angel Mounds as an example of what they hope the Mann Site may become: an interpretive center, museum, or nature preserve. “It’s not a housing addition or shopping center or bowling alley,” West says. “I was impressed at how Angel Mounds had developed the land and what they had saved and preserved.”

Eventually, researchers such as Peterson will test and date archaeological features such as the woodhenges and the roasting pits. As for the artifacts, many from Lacer’s collection, Greenan estimates it will take more than two years just to count and catalogue the items before testing can determine sources and dates. She offers this perspective: Among the pieces Lacer collected were small blades weighing less than 0.2 grams each. The museum now has 60 pounds of those blades alone.

The artifacts will make their debut at Angel Mounds at an invitation-only grand opening, which archaeologists from across the nation and former Indiana first lady Judy O’Bannon plan to attend. The artifacts will travel from Indianapolis with their own detail of conservation officers, who will remain on duty at Angel Mounds until the rare pieces return with a police escort to the high-security confines of the Indiana State Museum.

Boyer and West haven’t yet seen the collection that archaeologists unearthed from their family’s land when they were children. Their only wish is that their father, wearing his trademark Stetson hat, could accompany them to the opening. They believe the small-town farmer — the unlikely steward of an ancient, mysterious legacy — would share their sense of pride. “It becomes more than the family farm,” says West. “It becomes something historical, our legacy, that needs to be shared. It’s just not our secret to keep, I feel, anymore.”

Artifacts from the Mann Site will remain on display at Angel Mounds from Nov. 6-Jan. 14, 2011. For more information on the exhibition, visit www.angelmounds.org or see our Guide, p. 104.

Chew On This

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Cup & Chaucer Café has reopened in Central Library (200 S.E. Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd.). The menu: sandwiches, paninis, salads, and snacks. … Valerie Ewers has reopened Jeanne’s Gelato & More (2003 Lincoln Ave.) near the University of Evansville. A variety of gelato flavors joins a menu of sandwiches and soups. … In the basement of the former Hilliard Lyons building comes 329 Main Street Grille (329 Main St.). The new restaurant has a menu that screams sports bar: hot, extreme, fire, hot sweet, and sticky wings, fish tacos, five-alarm fries, pork po’boy, gas house burger, Steak-umm cheese, and more.

Dearly Departed

After a run at the revamped Marina Pointe, 2 Daddy’s Pizza (1801 Waterworks Road) has closed. Flavor of India (4614 Vogel Road) also has closed.

Santa Claus is Bringing Visitors to Town

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Santa Claus Christmas Store

Philip Koch swears he was born in Santa Claus, Ind., when the small town one hour east of Evansville had only 37 residents. Today, about 2,500 call Santa Claus home, and every summer, thousands of visitors converge at Holiday World & Splashin’ Safari, a local amusement park with nationally acclaimed rides.

A little more than a year ago, Koch asked, “Why couldn’t Santa Claus attract visitors year round?” As a native, he noticed the town’s name was enough to attract visitors; Koch wanted a bigger draw. “There’s always people who want to see something,” Koch says. “I wanted to give everyone an answer for that.” Inspired by the town’s namesake, he bought a holiday décor shop, the 7,000-square-foot Santa Claus Christmas Store.

With a 58-foot tree composed of lights, the mood for holiday shopping begins before patrons enter. Inside, lighting, ornaments, yard art, nativity scenes, and numerous Santa statues vie for attention, including St. Nick resting on a half moon hanging from the ceiling. But this is a store where details matter. Ne’Qwa Art’s glass globe ornaments are hand-painted from the inside with Christmas-themed scenes. Mr. Christmas, known for creating lovable miniatures, created a tiny mouse in a stocking cap who plays holiday tunes at a piano. Porter brings a music box, handcrafted in Italy, with a copper disc.

The store is one where people like to linger, and in the back near the Santa photo booth, customers also like to eat. From October through December last year, Koch sold almost three tons of fudge and 6,000 cookies. During the busiest months (November and December), up to 17 fudge flavors such as sherbet, orange cream, and candy cane fill the countertop.

Nearby is Philip Koch’s warehouse boasting 5,000 personalized ornaments for his online venture, www.santasornamentshop.com. To learn more about the Santa Claus Christmas Store, visit www.santaclauschristmasstore.com.

EDT Artistic Director Lisa Dillinger

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Lisa Dillinger, artistic director of the Evansville Dance Theatre, is a former ballerina who now trains young dancers.

Before Lisa Dillinger’s fifth birthday approached, she convinced herself she’d become a ballerina. Her parents bought Dillinger a book — heavy on pictures — about dance technique, and the preschooler practiced in her bedroom. At 6, she surpassed her fellow students in ballet class. Her passion, aided with her slim, flexible, long limbs, created a beautiful ballerina. “I just happened to fall in the right gene pool,” Dillinger says.

Her career carried her throughout the United States, including Seattle’s Pacific Northwest Ballet, Kansas City Ballet, and Butler University in Indianapolis. In July 2010, Dillinger landed at the Evansville Dance Theatre as the new artistic director. She’ll make her EDT debut at the annual winter performance of The Nutcracker, which Dillinger says will be “totally different.” Sokvannara Sar, a native of Cambodia, will perform as the Cavalier, Clara’s Nutcracker come to life, and Allyson Ashley, formerly with the Dance Theatre of Harlem, takes on the role as the Sugar Plum Fairy. Dillinger intended to showcase diversity with her two leads. “There are a lot of social barriers that need to be broken down in the ballet world,” Dillinger says.

Your body is your instrument. In ballet, the notes of music appear on your body and make line, shape, and form.

Oftentimes, people who have the ideal genetics for it don’t make it as far as the people who had to struggle. They did it because they had to struggle whereas it came too easy for the others. You have to have a strong sense of drive.

A lot of people have the technical elements, but they are, quite frankly, boring because they don’t have the artistry that they need to express themselves.

Ballet is an outlet to express myself. It’s mentally intriguing because I have to figure out how my anatomy moves in time, space, and music. It’s always a challenge because the work elements dancers perform under are never the same day to day. That keeps me literally on my toes.

It’s a different kind of world. I can escape from reality and be creative and artistic. Dance is more what everyone tries to make the real world like.

It’s kind of like being a professional football player. It’s a lot of pounding, and dancers typically will work through injuries that athletes would take time off for.

Great dance can happen anywhere. Colleen Kelly Denisco (director of Carlisle Ballet) is extremely successful, but it took people a number of years to wake up to the fact that she’s in Carlisle, Penn. Now it’s one of the main training centers. If it can happen in Carlisle, Penn., it can happen in Evansville.

A lot of companies are really white. It’s sad. That needs to stop because (minority dancers) are just as talented and capable. I’ve seen too many dancers in my career cast aside because they happen to be of a certain ethnicity. Because I had a maiden name of Stickelman, I’ve actually had people ask me to change my name for a short period of time because they thought it was too Jewish-sounding. I’ve been through that. To me, talent doesn’t have a color. 

For more information on Nutcracker performances, see our Guide, p. 104, or visit www.edtdance.org.

Caring Hands

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Advertisement from the booklet Evansville 1895, Collection of the Evansville Museum of Arts, History and Science

Today, Deaconess and St. Mary’s health systems employ thousands of Tri-State residents, maintain large medical campuses, and offer state-of-the-art care. Each health system began its legacy of caring for sick and injured residents more than 100 years ago, and pieces of that history currently are on display at the Evansville Museum of Arts, History and Science. “Caring Hands: Evansville’s Early Hospitals” features photography, newspaper clippings, advertisements, and historic medical equipment and attire. The exhibition runs through Feb. 27, 2011, in the museum’s Town Hall area.

“People like to see the old buildings and medical technology because things have evolved for the positive,” says Tom Lonnberg, the museum’s curator of history. “Back then, they didn’t see it from our perspective. In that day, this was cutting-edge health care.”

Photos showcase old-fashioned sterilization equipment, oxygen tents, operating rooms, and even nurseries — but the exhibition isn’t overly clinical. One series of photographs chronicles St. Mary’s move from its original hospital (on First Avenue at the current Hacienda location) to its present-day Washington Avenue site. The move took place in one day in 1956 with the help of 800 volunteers and employees and more than 100 semi trucks. Other photos show a mid-1920s reunion of children born at Deaconess Hospital, a soda shop that once served as the Deaconess cafeteria, and a dedication ceremony for a new television set at the Evansville State Hospital. Evansville’s healthcare facilities “seem to have a real sense of their history,” says Lonnberg, “that it’s important to keep track of where they’ve been."

Close Ups

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A photograph taken by award-winning photojournalist, Barbara Kinney.

Call us partial, but we like magazines. So does Barbara Kinney, an award-winning photojournalist whose work has been published on the covers of Time, Newsweek, and People magazines. Kinney, an Evansville native, also was the staff photographer for the White House during the Bill Clinton administration. In one famous photo, she captured Clinton, the then-Israeli prime minister, the Egyptian president, the king of Jordan, and a Palestinian leader simultaneously adjusting their ties just before signing a Middle East peace accord.

Kinney’s work — no matter what the subject matter — is art, says Mary Jane Schenk, executive director of the Arts Council of Southwestern Indiana. Kinney’s photographs will be on display this winter for the Arts Council’s Fall Foto Fest. Other prominent photographers with local connections joining her include Pulitzer Prize winner William Snyder, a former photographer for Henderson, Ky.’s newspaper The Gleaner; Michael Pugh, a University of Southern Indiana graduate who has photographed for corporate clients such as Coca-Cola and AT&T; and Randy Dieter, a photographer and director of graphics at the Sunday Courier & Press for three decades.

The Nov. 19 free public presentation of their work is no coincidence. For seven years, the Arts Council has offered digitized, a juried art exhibition featuring works of digital photography and illustrations. Running through Dec. 1, the exhibition is most popular with younger generations, says Schenk, who are more familiar with computer technology.

Light the Way

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Visitors viewing the Santa Claus Land of Lights Family Christmas Light Adventure at the Lake Rudolph Campground & R.V. R

Long ago, Philip Koch envisioned his home in Santa Claus, Ind., like Chevy Chase’s suburban dwelling in the 1980s flick Christmas Vacation. In the iconic comedy, Chase, the middle-class family’s patriarch, goes wild on outdoor Christmas lights, causing a power outage on his block. Koch wanted the beautifully lit house without the embarrassing side effects. Still, when Christmas came along, Koch jokes, he couldn’t run his microwave in fear of shorting a circuit.

Last year LED lights became a popular trend in exterior holiday decor. Patrons of the Santa Claus Christmas Store, owned by Koch, bought LEDs, touted as energy savers and brilliantly bright bulbs. Koch, organizer of the 1.2-mile Santa Claus Land of Lights Family Christmas Light Adventure at the Lake Rudolph Campground & R.V. Resort, knew using LED lights made economical — and environmental — sense.

With more than 300 light displays used in 11 story scenes, the annual event, which runs from Thanksgiving Day through New Year’s Day, shares the classic story of Rudolph, the underdog reindeer that grew up to save Christmas. Though Rudolph represents the frivolity of the Christmas season, the event reveals the spirit of the season, Koch says: Funds support the Ronald McDonald House, a 10-bedroom “home away from home” serving Tri-State families who travel to Evansville seeking medical care for their children. The event “needs to be about Christmas,” Koch says. “It needs to share the Christmas love.”

Bugging Out

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I may pen this column, but I don’t work in the Evansville Living offices. As a designer with Landscapes by Dallas Foster, my workspaces are my clients’ yards and gardens except for a crisis call to this magazine’s office, which teems with vibrant plants — besides a dying hibiscus tree. The two writers near it, who are brilliant at editing my columns, weren’t as adept at figuring out why the plant looked like Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree. They watered it regularly and kept the plant near the window.

The problem was aphids. These green bugs — nearly invisible to the naked eye — invaded the plant. The solution was simple: Sprays, insecticidal soaps, or horticultural oils, available at local garden centers, treat common plant pests.

While the problem and solution are obvious for home gardens and yards, I find many clients often forget insects can find their way into your home. With winter approaching, you soon will bring potted plants inside, and it is possible that a few pests might try to migrate in as well. Don’t fear the pest problem. Before carrying the plants inside, inspect each plant thoroughly. If you do see insects, simply wipe them away with a rag and then spray with an insecticidal soap.

Still, some pests are tough to see. Here are common bugs to beware of:

•  Whiteflies look like miniature white moths, and they fly around the plant when it is shaken
•  White and fuzzy mealybugs live on the undersides of leaves or between the stem and leaf.
•  Black specks are spider mites that create spider-like webbing between stems and leaves.
•  Scales — brown, hard-shelled insects — attach to the bottom of leaves and on the stems.

Brian Wildeman, a graduate of Purdue University’s landscape horticulture and design program, is a designer with Landscapes by Dallas Foster. In October, he was named Keep Evansville Beautiful’s community volunteer of the year.

Taking on Sacred Ground

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A poster for the Civic Theatre's upcoming holiday play, A Christmas Story.

Christmas season is here, which means it’s time for holiday tunes and movies. Specifically, it’s time for the 24-hour TBS showcase of a leg lamp, a Red Ryder BB gun, and a tongue frozen to a flagpole: the 1983 comedy A Christmas Story. The annual movie marathon starring Ralphie Parker, a young boy in Hammond, Ind., on a quest to get a BB gun for Christmas, begins Christmas Eve. If you can’t wait that long, Evansville Civic Theatre will bring the iconic film to its Fulton Avenue stage starting Dec. 3.

Christopher Tyner, Civic Theatre’s director of education and box office manager who is directing the upcoming holiday play, recalls renting A Christmas Story as an eighth grader in 1985 after receiving a VHS player for his birthday. Like the wholesome Parker family in the film, Tyner’s parents insisted on spending time together during the holidays. His memories of Christmas morning mirror the movie almost exactly, he says — running downstairs to the tree and fantasizing about the presents underneath.

The connection influenced Tyner to take on Philip Grecian’s 2000 adaptation of the screenplay, even though he says that this production will be one of the most difficult translations from screen to stage that he has ever done. The reason? Because audiences of all generations — from kids to grandparents — are familiar with A Christmas Story, taking too much creative freedom with the play almost would violate “sacred ground,” Tyner says. The classic, comedic moments — Mr. Parker receiving that one-of-a-kind leg lamp, Santa Claus pushing Ralphie down a slide — practically are mandatory.

One enhancement Tyner looks forward to using is the onstage presence of an older Ralphie, the narrator, throughout the play. He also is eager to introduce Ralphie’s classmate and crush, Esther Jane Alberry.

The characters and holiday traditions are the heart of what makes A Christmas Story a modern classic. “As flawed as the Parker family is,” Tyner says, “I think everybody can see different pieces of themselves and their families growing up in these characters. This play really brings home a lot more warmth to the story.” 

Great and Small

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Eclipse's house-made sangria

Growing up in Mexico City with a Spanish father who loved to cook, Sandra Soto remembers eating plates of steaming paella: a traditional dish of fragrant saffron rice, fresh seafood, and vegetables. When she moved to Evansville and began teaching Spanish classes, “people wanted to learn more about the culture,” Soto says, so she planned outings for her students. Mexican restaurants? Check. Spanish food? Nowhere to be found.

Soto, who spent 11 years in the corporate world working in international business, decided the time was right to break into the restaurant industry. Spurred on by the revitalization of Downtown Evansville — new housing, businesses, and community projects such as the 11,000 seat arena — she thought Spanish cuisine would be a sophisticated addition to the area.

Eclipse Spanish Tapas Bar and Restaurant opened in July to enthusiastic, curious crowds who had watched the Fourth Street space evolve over the previous eight months. With brick and faux-painted walls, an elegant tin ceiling, and Spanish guitar music floating through the restaurant, the interior virtually is unrecognizable from its previous identity as a casual gelato shop. When Soto first peered inside the vacant storefront late last year, she saw potential despite the empty, nondescript space. “Every time I came in here,” she says, “I had this warm feeling.”

In December, Soto and Eclipse co-owner Ivan Davila began ripping through layers of wallpaper and dusty drywall. Finally, they reached the original brick wall — “and it was painted baby blue,” Soto remembers. They also found a stunning tin ceiling beneath a sterile layer of white paneling, and the space’s original beauty set the tone for a restaurant with a romantic, Old World feel.

I recently visited Eclipse with my husband, Eric, for a late Saturday dinner. We’d forgotten to make reservations (recommended, especially on weekends), but we gladly took a seat at the bar inside the front door. Eclipse’s interior seats around 40 people, and it’s cozy in a good way. Huddled together at the bar, talking quietly and drinking sangria, I felt like my husband and I were on our first date.

That cozy feeling was created on purpose, says Soto: “Tapas are about small portions, small dishes, and sharing with your friends and family.” The word “tapas” comes from the Spanish word for “cover” or “lid,” and numerous theories abound as to the invention of the small plate. One story claims that Spaniards used to cover their wine glasses with slices of bread to shield the wine from flies. Soon, they began creating small snacks — topping the bread with cheese and ham — and the practice evolved into a new way of eating small portions served hot or cold.[pagebreak]

In Spain, a group of diners orders a table full of tapas and shares the dishes — no hoarding, rushing, or germophobia. Patrons of Eclipse are encouraged to dine the same way: “We want Eclipse to be seen as not just a restaurant,” Soto says, “but a cultural experience.” Eric and I found that three tapas were ideal for two people, and we also ordered Eclipse’s tasty house-made sangria. Made with red or white wine, the drink is available in a half- or full liter carafe. The full liter allowed each of us two glasses of sangria.

From a menu that highlights seafood and vegetable dishes, we first snacked on the tabla fria, a plate of artisan cheeses: creamy, salty Manchego, the sharper Cabrales, and crumbly queso fresco. Spanish olives, slices of bread, and jamon Serrano (a thin-sliced aged ham) accompanied the cheeses. We also ordered cazuela de mariscos, which consisted of steamed mussels, shrimp, and fish in a savory broth of tomatoes, onion, garlic, and saffron, a common base for dishes in Spain, Soto says. Finally, we tried Soto’s favorite childhood meal — and our unanimous favorite dish. Eclipse’s vegetarian version of paella, a rice dish, came with tender green and red peppers, asparagus, garlic, and onion. The menu also includes a heavier paella with chicken, chorizo, and seafood.

For dessert, we ordered tres leches cake topped with cream and fresh fruit. I’d tasted the cake before and found the sweetness of evaporated milk, condensed milk, and heavy cream overpowering, but in Eclipse’s version, the cinnamon packs an unexpected punch that adds depth to the dessert.

Four months after Eclipse opened, the restaurant still attracts newcomers as well as devoted fans. The success has encouraged Soto and Davila to begin catering, and with Soto’s background in teaching Spanish, she’s contemplating an immersion program at the restaurant: “learning Spanish, dining, and wining,” she says with a laugh.

Still, there’s one aspect of the tapas experience that Soto doesn’t plan to duplicate: the fact that many Spanish bars and restaurants stay open until sunrise, catering to locals who love to party. She may expand the hours once the arena opens, but like an eclipse — the restaurant’s namesake, a rare astronomical phenomenon — she isn’t ruling anything out. “Eclipse means darkness and light, two contrasts that can make something really beautiful,” she says. “It’s like bringing light into the dark, into the Downtown that was forgotten for many years. Now, it’s time for Downtown to brighten and have a new life.”

Eclipse Spanish Tapas Bar and Restaurant
Location: 113 S.E. Fourth St. • Phone:  812-463-6040  • Hours: 11:30 a.m.-2 p.m. and 5-9 p.m.
Mon.-Fri., 5-10 p.m. Sat. • Adult Beverages: Yes • Prices: Tapas $5-$12
Reservations: Yes • Payment: Major credit cards accepted (no American Express)

Grits Casserole

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For Evansville Living’s feature story “Dream Parties” (Nov/Dec 2010), independent caterer Ronnie Lee crafted a menu that feels right at home in meat and potato country, but is sophisticated enough for a dinner bash. Lee gave us his recipe for cheesy grits casserole, served as a side dish with beef tenderloin.

Ingredients:
•  5 cups milk
•  1 cup real grits (follow cooking directions on box)
•  One stick (4 ounces) plus 1/3 cup butter
•  6 ounces of your favorite cheese
   (suggestion: white cheddar)
•  1 teaspoon pepper (fresh ground)
•  1 teaspoon sea salt
•  Parmesan cheese for topping

Add one stick of butter to milk while heating to cook grits. Once milk and butter reach a boil, add the grits and cook until thick. Once grits are cooked, empty the grits into a mixing bowl and beat on medium speed. Add six ounces of cheese, 1/3 cup butter, salt, and pepper and mix for at least 10 minutes.

Pour into a two-quart greased casserole dish and top with the best Parmesan cheese you have available. Bake at 350 degrees until browned on top and bubbly. Cool for a bit before eating.

Chicken Chili

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I met Jerlene Cannon, a co-owner of Stonewall Farms, at Penny Lane’s locals-only market where farmers from within 100 miles of Evansville displayed their fruits, vegetables, meats, breads, and dairy products every Saturday through October. The regional farmer with a bounty of pastured, free-range poultry; grass-fed lamb, beef, and pork; and free-range turkey and eggs earned my trust that I’m buying a wonderfully healthy product — without skimping on the taste.

I’ve tried the free-range eggs, the osso bucco, and the whole cut-up free-range chicken. I used the chicken as the base for this white chili, a cold-weather delight, and made my own chicken stock from scratch. This chili’s chicken is an alternative to red meat.

Chicken Chili

Ingredients:
•  1 whole cut-up chicken (whole fryer if store bought)
•  4 large carrots
•  4 stalks of celery
•  2 large onions
•  Oregano, garlic powder, parsley, rosemary, cumin, chili powder, cayenne pepper, cinnamon
•  Fresh chili peppers (optional)
•  1/2 to 1 pound great northern beans (available at the River City Food Co-op)
•  Olive oil
•  5 to 6 cloves minced garlic
•  2 ounces (half stick) butter
•  Cornstarch
•  Fresh cilantro and sour cream

Instructions:
Stock
Dice the celery, carrots, and one onion into one-inch pieces and place them in a six-quart (or larger) stockpot along with pieces of chicken. Add enough water to cover all ingredients. Add one tablespoon each of rosemary, garlic powder, parsley, and oregano; and a half-tablespoon each of kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper.

Bring to a boil, reduce heat, and cover, simmering for approximately 30 minutes. Remove all pieces of chicken, and do not discard. Continue to simmer for another hour until liquid has reduced by about a third or half its volume. Store in the refrigerator.

Chili
Soak great northern beans overnight. Add one pound for a more bean-dense chili, half a pound if you like a meatier chili. Finely dice one large white onion and fresh chili peppers, and add to a stockpot with two ounces of olive oil, five to six cloves of minced garlic, and two ounces (half stick) of butter. After two minutes when the onions soften, add drained beans, one tablespoon of cumin, a half-tablespoon each of salt and pepper, and four cups of chicken stock.

Simmer on low heat for approximately one hour. Add cooked chicken, one teaspoon of cayenne pepper, one teaspoon of chili powder, and a dash of cinnamon. Cook for one hour. Mix two teaspoons of cornstarch and one-fourth cup of water in a small bowl, and add to chili to thicken. Cook for another 15 minutes, seasoning to taste. Garnish with fresh cilantro and a dollop of sour cream.

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

White Winter Eve

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Rothschild’s favorite holiday decoration, a large resin reindeer, takes a place of honor atop a fox fur coat

For 36 years, regardless of whether or not it’s snowing, Billie Rothschild has celebrated a white Christmas with family and friends at her Evansville home on Stonegate Road. “My home always has provided a neutral background for my many collectibles,” says Rothschild, “no matter what season it is. But Christmas has to be my favorite time of year. When that big white reindeer is nestled under the tree on top of my old fox fur coat, I know the holidays have begun.”

Rothschild’s holiday decorating scheme — centered on her favorite white reindeer, purchased at Von Maur in Louisville — echoes the creamy white color palette inside her contemporary ranch-style home. Rothschild says the color scheme evolved from helping friends decorate their homes; in turn, they helped her. “They all would know exactly what to give me for Christmas — of course, it usually was something white,” she recalls. “I would just add different things each year, and now it has grown into a winter wonderland.”

The 3,200-square-foot stone and wood-frame house was built by Rothschild’s late husband, Louis Rothschild. When building their home on the North Side, the couple, who previously lived just down the street, “knew we wanted to build something a little different,” Rothschild says. They opted for a split-level home with two bedrooms and abundant living space — an expansive living room and bar area that flows into a glass-enclosed sunroom and formal dining room adjacent to an eat-in kitchen. (The couple’s children, Jerry, Robert, and Kathy, live in Evansville with their families, “so we did not really need a lot of space for guests,” Rothschild says.)

The main living area is a shimmering reflection of Egyptian mystique, and the walls feature mirrored sandblasted etchings of mystical gods and goddesses. The space comes alive during the holidays with frosty flocked trees and candlelit tableaus. Instrumental in the process, says Rothschild, are her grandson Chris Rothschild and Andrew Cutini from BJ’s Home Accents. Cutini prefers to start decorating in early November because “it takes us a while to get everything in place. We move things around a lot,” he says. “Billie always has had a very eclectic sense of style, and she and I play off each other very well. We like to try new things and experiment with interesting combinations.”[pagebreak]

Rothschild has a penchant for collecting — “I see it, I like it, I buy it,” she says. (That was the case with her beloved white reindeer: “Somehow I strapped it into the back seat of my car and hauled it home,” she remembers.) To enhance her snowy holiday décor, Rothschild frequents her favorite local retailers: BJ’s Home Accents, Gehlhausen Floral, Baumberger’s Furniture, Dean Bosler’s Furniture and Mattress Showroom, SugarBakers Home Fashions, Lea Matthews Furniture and Interiors, and The Secret Garden.

While she enjoys collecting designer Mark Roberts’ white Christmas fairies, some of her favorite pieces in this winter wonderland are charmingly homemade. “Every year, the first thing I put on the tree is an ornament made by my daughter Kathy (Schenk) when she was in the first grade,” Rothschild says, “It’s just a little clear pill bottle filled with tiny balls that hangs by a pipe cleaner. I love looking at it.”

Although the trees and the flickering snowflakes are kept under wraps for most of the year, Rothschild lives with many of her frosty flourishes all year long. Her collection of Waterford and antique crystal decanters sets a festive mood on the mirrored bar, and frosted etched vases, mirrored mosaic candle holders, and blown-glass globes shimmer on side tables year-round. The accessories complement the sleek, modular furnishings in the monochromatic color scheme, which provides a stark contrast to the more traditional, Old World accents.

Rothschild doesn’t worry about giving this beautiful setting the white-glove test, however. “I have kids running in and out of here all the time,” she says with a laugh. “But keeping it clean just does not seem to be a problem.”

When she needs a relaxing break from the hubbub of the holidays, Rothschild heads to her spa-inspired bathroom with a creamy, plush lounging area, a spacious tub, and a mirrored wall featuring an Art Deco etching. “This,” she says, “may be the best present of all.”

Recipe Records

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What do you get when you combine a former radio personality in St. Louis and a budget-minded mom of three in Evansville? A close friendship, a recently published cookbook, and more than 150 clever recipes inspired by rock ‘n’ roll.

Fifteen years ago, Lanea Stagg and Maggie McHugh met while living in Mount Vernon, Ill. The duo became friends after attending a Fabulous Thunderbirds concert, where they bonded over a shared love of music. One night, McHugh called Stagg, now an Evansville resident, to propose an idea: a cookbook of music-themed recipes with lighthearted titles such as Rolling Scones and Whole Lotta Bacon Goin’ On. That phone call was the catalyst for Recipe Records, a 200-page cookbook that begins with “The Opening Act” (appetizers) and ends with “Encores” (desserts; waving lighters not required).

Names such as Another One Bites the Crust (seasoned cheese bread) and Love Me Tenders (chicken tenders coated in crushed Grippo’s barbecue chips) add a novelty factor to simple yet versatile dishes that work for family dinners or casual entertaining. Suggested song lists, personal anecdotes, and rock ‘n’ roll trivia are sprinkled throughout the book. “Once Maggie and I start brainstorming about song titles and recipes,” says Stagg, “we spit out so much material it’s scary.”   
 

A Neighborhood’s New Life

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624 Washington Avenue

Before the Evansville Living Downtown Idea Home opened to the public in September, Mayor Jonathan Weinzapfel noted, “Our hope is that the home at 620 Washington Ave. will be a catalyst for additional revitalization in this historic area, a gateway to Downtown Evansville.”

From Sept. 17-26, more than 1,000 people toured the Colonial Revival residence brought back to life through a partnership among Evansville Living, the City of Evansville, Indiana Landmarks, presenting sponsor Fifth Third Bank, and the Junior League of Evansville. Even before the showcase home opened its doors, Weinzapfel’s wish came to fruition: Indiana Landmarks southwest field office director Stewart Sebree says an undeniable momentum built in the neighborhood.

One of the most notable improvements is visible at 624 Washington Ave., the Downtown Idea Home’s next-door neighbor. In June, Downtown residents Ron and Connie Bosler, retirees who rehabilitate historic properties for rent, purchased the neglected home. The process of bringing it up to code was extensive, but “nothing that couldn’t be done by someone with the willpower,” Connie says. The duplex since has been rented to college students.

The Boslers’ effort shows the kind of TLC that could lift the Washington Avenue Historic District off Indiana Landmarks’ “10 Most Endangered” list. With rehabilitation projects also underway at 601 and 700 Washington Ave., “we certainly hope we’ve inspired some folks,” Sebree says.

Connie Bosler has noticed more residents of the historic corridor mowing their lawns, picking up trash, and simply maintaining their properties. “Everywhere in the neighborhood,” she says, “improvement is going on.”

The Evansville Living Downtown Idea Home is listed for sale online at www.indianalandmarks.org.

Platter Up

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A 24-inch diameter Imari platter at E. Erickson Antiques & Design.

Credit the Japanese for Imari, named for the Japanese port city known for exporting the art pieces — white translucent porcelain platters with a cobalt blue underglaze — in the 16th century. The Chinese saw what a racket the porcelain-plate business was and copied. Hence, Chinese Imari.

This kind of Imari is as beautiful as its Japanese counterparts, and this 18th century platter shown here at E. Erickson Antiques & Design (226 Main St.) has a 24-inch diameter, making this stunning object of desire bigger than the average Imari piece (18 inches). In a space packed with hundreds of unique treasures, size matters. Owner Eddie Erickson says, “This is an absolute perfect example of Chinese Imari.”

Chinese Imari Platter, $3,850. E. Erickson Antiques & Design, 226 Main St., 812-424-0677.

Window Shopping

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Long before Eastland Mall opened and traffic jams blocked Green River Road every weekend in December, shoppers headed Downtown for holiday gifts. With animated storefronts and window scenes, retailers such as Sears, Roebuck & Co. and Schear’s Department Store (pictured here in December 1948) once defined the holiday shopping experience in Evansville.

Founded in 1906 by Leo Schear, a Russian immigrant, Schear’s Department Store was famous for its intricate window displays until it closed in 1961. Here, a scene from Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol depicts a grouchy Scrooge shooing away a young caroler. The scene is surrounded by bargains a modern shopper couldn’t resist: $5 shirts and $2 ties. Prices may have risen, but holiday spirit remains Pure Evansville.

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Global Market

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Born in the Bronx, a New York City borough with a tough reputation, Frank Spadavecchio lived far from the boot-shaped country of his ancestors. But Spadavecchio, a third-generation Italian, was surrounded by tiny bakeries, meat markets, and delis. When the former pharmaceutical sales representative moved to the Tri-State, he learned that fans of Italian cooking sometimes drove to St. Louis for ingredients. “If I can save you a full day of driving,” he says, “why not?”

He opened Vecchio’s Italian Market and Delicatessen in Newburgh last December, offering a gorgeous selection of imported meats and cheeses, pastries and breads baked in-house, and other specialty ingredients. The small shop also serves lunch: several sandwiches, pizza, quiche, stromboli, and soup. “We’re kind of like the Soup Nazi in a sense,” Spadavecchio says — a minimal menu executed brilliantly, although his eight employees are far more affable than the notorious Seinfeld character.

On a recent Friday, a colleague and I tried the Crazy Alice (turkey with prosciutto, Provolone cheese, and house-made garlic balsamic on focaccia bread) and Not Your Mother’s Grilled Cheese (smoked Gruyère, Swiss, Vermont cheddar, and Muenster grilled on a panini press). Each sandwich cost less than $7 with chips. The grilled cheese sandwich has been a Friday staple since Lent, but otherwise, there’s little rhyme or reason to the daily selections. Relax: Eating at Vecchio’s is like traveling in Italy. Once you arrive, the surprises usually are more fun than anything you expected or planned.

Remembering November 6

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In early October, a group of survivors and family members of victims of the Nov. 6, 2005, tornado approached Tucker Publishing Group, the publishers of Evansville Living, about creating a memorial publication for the anniversary of the disaster. Members of the group had collected the first-hand accounts of survivors and rescue workers and tributes paid to the 25 victims of the tornado. Through photographs, they also chronicled much of the damage done by the storm and the recovery work that followed. The result of their efforts was a 64-page account called Remembering November 6.

Tucker Publishing Group donated its time, and the cost of printing was underwritten by a grant from the Bower-Suhrheinrich Foundation, managed by Fifth Third Bank Investment Advisers. All proceeds benefited area fire and rescue departments, whose members turned out in full when the tornado struck.

The following are excerpts from Remembering November 6. They are a portion of the voices that tell a story of the death and destruction wrought by the storm and the courage and compassion of those who responded.[pagebreak]

Those Who Died, Those Who Survived, and Those Who Gave

I was working in the emergency room at St. Mary’s Medical Center when the tornado hit. I wasn’t going to go into work that night, but at the last minute, I decided I needed to go. It was such a warm November night. The last time I saw my husband, Bill, was when he walked me to my car, as he always did, and told me two things: that he loved me, and that he would have coffee ready for me when I got home. I called him when I got to work, as I always do, to let him know I had made it in safely. Four hours later, my whole world collapsed. We were told a tornado had hit, and that we needed to be prepared for mass casualties. I was unaware I had my own casualty, because I didn’t know the tornado had hit the Eastbrook Mobile Home Park, where we lived. When I finally learned the location, I rushed to the phone to call Bill. Not knowing he was already gone, I still continued to help other people. I didn’t find out about Bill until the next day, when the coroner’s office called.
– Nancy Skaller, an environmental services aide at St. Mary’s Medical Center. Her husband, Bill, was one of the 25 victims of the tornado.[pagebreak]

The loss of a child is the most difficult experience I have had and hope to ever have in my life … Since that moment, there has been an immeasurable void in my heart, as well as my husband’s, that we have been slowly trying to fill with pleasurable memories of C.J. Our three surviving children have dealt with the loss of their brother brilliantly as resiliency is a quality that has been bestowed upon them since birth. I have had a difficult time with the nightmares that require me to relive the tragedy every time I close my eyes. The smell of gas, the screams from those who used to be my neighbors, the darkness, and the sirens were all the sights and sounds of Nov. 6, 2005. The fear of not finding my baby and having to tell other injured individuals that I could not stay with them because I had to find my son will forever haunt me.
– An excerpt from a letter to Indiana Gov. Mitch Daniels, written by Kathryn Martin, whose 2-year-old son, C.J., was killed by the tornado, along with his grandmother and great-grandmother.[pagebreak]

We quickly woke my grandchildren … We had to get the kids to safety. It must have been 1:58 a.m. by the time we had all gotten in the car. We passed (my daughter) Brandi on the road. She turned around quickly to follow us. We made it to the stop sign, and I heard (my husband) Billy say, “Oh no!” I heard wind hit the windshield and get sucked into the car. The car was picked up, turned, and sat back down. Debris was flying. There was silence. The windshield exploded in my face. I knew I was hurt, but I realized I must be alive. I felt something dripping and thought it was blood, but it was rain on my face. I didn’t even know it was raining. I hadn’t heard the train-like sound of a tornado. I thought we must have been in a wreck. I looked at Billy, who was turned over the seat to brace for impact. His arms were over the top of the kids to protect them, and his legs were crossed holding what was left of the windshield from falling in. I shake to this day when I talk about that night. This truly changed all of our lives.
– By Judy Gish, recalling her family’s exodus from their home in the Eastbrook Mobile Home Park.[pagebreak]

I had had two hip replacements, so Tom told me to stay with the kids while he went to help our neighbors. I told him to send anyone who needed shelter to our house. For a while, I had four children, a dog, and a lady who lost her home who had some minor cuts and bumps. It got hot in the house, so I opened the front door to let some air in. Helicopters were flying around with searchlights, people were calling for help, and you could hear moaning. My grandchildren started to get more upset, so I closed the door. All I could do was pray … Things are getting better now, but they’ll never be the same. Every time we go out or into the mobile home court, I still see all the families in my mind who used to be there: children riding bikes, the elderly lady on the corner working on her plants, the people who walked their dogs. Did they survive, or are they gone? I didn’t even know their names but knew their faces.
– By Betty Richardson, a resident of Eastbrook Mobile Home Park. Richardson’s family survived the tornado with minor injuries.[pagebreak]

Our crew started to search for more victims, moving from pile to pile of debris. As we searched, I began to feel overwhelmed as to which pile to search next. I came across several things in the search that were enough to make a strong man weak. One was a baby doll, lying on the ground as if it were placed by the precious little pair of hands that held and loved it. Please let her be OK, I thought. The smell of perfume seemed to be in every pile we searched. There was a clock hanging on what was left of a wall. Its pendulum was swinging and keeping perfect time. How could that be? In my mind, time had stopped … As the sun lifted over the trees, that’s when I saw for the first time how massive the damage was. I stood there, fighting back the tears, looking over the debris field, thinking about what we were going to find as the day went on. How many unsuspecting victims did this thing claim? At that time, the truck carrying the bodies drove right in front of me. I literally became sick to my stomach.

There was not a lot of talk on the ride back to the fire station. All I could think about was taking a shower — as if it would wash my memory clean of what I had just seen. I got in my car and headed home. Then, it hit; I cried for the whole day. I could not stop thinking about the victims.
– An excerpt from an account of the disaster scene, written by Keith Meyer, a 15-year veteran of the Evansville Fire Department. Meyer died two months after the tornado, and his partner found the account on Meyer’s computer.[pagebreak]

I carried the body of one of the children out. For a moment in time, that was my child — a child who will forever be a part of me. Each body we found made it harder and harder to deal with emotionally. I do not believe any of those we found suffered, but closure? There will not be closure for me. I’ll never forget this! Almost one year later, I still think about this everyday. My wife still has nightmares. We will see or hear something that triggers all the memories of that day again.

We don’t do this work as volunteer firefighters for recognition. For us, it is a calling. My wife, our children, our fathers, our brothers, and more come from a whole history of firefighters. It is in our blood. Because of this horrible tragedy, my wife decided to join our volunteer fire department. For myself, I have a whole new respect for storms. I cherish the time with my family more and respect the fact that life is precious and can be taken away at any moment. My personal thought, that God has many angels and decided he needed a few more that morning, stays with me. I will keep the memory of this one child in my heart for the rest of my life, knowing and hoping that someday he will ease the pain that is eating me up inside, so I can continue helping others, especially the children.
– By Tim Yochum, chief of the Steen Township Volunteer Fire Department in Knox County, Ind., who was among the hundreds of rescue workers who responded to the disaster scene at Eastbrook Mobile Home Park.[pagebreak]

On the fifth anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attack on the World Trade Center, 20 New York City firefighters traveled to Degonia Springs, Ind., with a group of other grateful American citizens from around the nation to help rebuild Baker’s Chapel, a small church with a vibrant congregation that was nearly destroyed by the Nov. 6, 2005, tornado. The New York City firefighters intentionally chose the anniversary, knowing they needed to do something uplifting during what is the most difficult time of the year for them … Imagine 500 people standing in a Southwest Indiana cornfield, holding hands, singing the lyrics to “Proud to be an American” in front of a 14,000-square-foot church that they had framed in two days. But it was so much more than that. Those who took part in the effort to rebuild Baker’s Chapel were able to give a moment of hope to the many families who lost their homes or their loved ones to the tornado. It has been an honor to work alongside all of these people. Baker’s Chapel, founded 160 years ago and rebuilt in the spirit of gratitude, will serve as a lasting legacy to the kindness and humanity our nation experienced after 9/11.
– By Jeff Parness, founder of the New York Says Thank You Foundation, and participant in the September 2006 rebuilding of Baker’s Chapel.

Home and Away

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At the end of the long driveway leading to Jerry Sloan’s home outside the small town of McLeansboro, Ill., is a lone basketball hoop, but don’t expect to find this former University of Evansville and Chicago Bulls star shooting around outside when the sun sets and summer temperatures mellow. He’s likely enjoying the evening on his back porch, listening to the hum of insects, gazing over the rolling green Southern Illinois hills, and watching the deer and turkeys come out at dusk. His only distraction? “The coyotes,” he says, “get a little noisy.”

Home for the summer off-season, Sloan sports a blue Utah Jazz polo shirt but says he feels worlds away from his hectic career. “I just enjoy the different lifestyle from my business — we go here, there, and everywhere,” he says from beneath a John Deere baseball cap. This fall, Sloan begins his 21st season as head coach of the Utah Jazz NBA team; he has the distinction of being the longest-tenured coach of any team in any professional sports league.

But distinction is exactly what Sloan shies away from. He has a laundry list of accomplishments — including 17 trips to the NBA playoffs and an NBA Coach of the Year award from his peers — but as his longtime colleague, San Antonio Spurs coach Gregg Popovich, told The New York Times: “He doesn’t want the spotlight any more than he ever did when he was younger.”

Working in the NBA hasn’t stripped Sloan of his small-town Midwestern values of loyalty, humility, and simplicity. The same philosophies guide his coaching as well as the charitable efforts of the Bobbye and Jerry Sloan Hand-in-Hand Foundation, created in memory of his late wife of 41 years, his high school sweetheart and mother of his three children who lost her battle with pancreatic cancer in 2004. In August, the foundation will hold its first event in Evansville, and in true Sloan form, it isn’t an exclusive black-tie dinner or ritzy celebrity gala. Instead, he returns to Evansville to host “Bobbye Socks and Bobbye-Que,” a 1950s sock hop-themed dinner and dance in the city that helped propel him to a legendary career in professional basketball — a career that nearly veered off-course before it had barely begun.[pagebreak]

YOU CAN TAKE THE boy out of McLeansboro, but you can’t take McLeansboro out of the man. At heart, Sloan, 66, is — as former Jazz player John Starks once described him — “no-nonsense, an old country boy.” Despite decades in the volatile and media-saturated world of professional basketball, Sloan’s speech is matter-of-fact and unpretentious (“I’ll take two more questions,” he told his audience at a Jazz sponsors’ luncheon in 2004. “Got to go feed my dog.”). He doesn’t write books, do motivational speaking, or endorse sports drinks or deodorant. Instead, he collects antique John Deere tractors. He lives in a tasteful yet elegant home on a farm, and his giant feet, which once pounded the basketball court in a successful playing career, are planted firmly on the ground. “Jerry Sloan believes in home. In roots,” wrote former Evansville Courier columnist Don Wade in June 1997, when the Jazz stood just two wins from an NBA championship (they lost to the Bulls, Sloan’s old team, in the finals). “And they are put down deep in McLeansboro, Ill., where the marquee at the Dairy Queen wishes Jerry and the Jazz good luck.”

Gerald Eugene Sloan grew up 16 miles outside McLeansboro, “just over the hill,” he says, pointing beyond the dining room window he’s just finished cleaning after 10 months of absence. One of 10 children, Sloan was just four years old when he lost his father. Growing up poor, in a sheltered rural locale and attending a one-room schoolhouse left the young Sloan with a pronounced social anxiety: “I was scared to say hello to people,” he says. When he first entered McLeansboro High School, with its student body of 400, the size of the gymnasium overwhelmed him. He thought it was the biggest place he’d ever seen.

Even more stunning to Sloan was the proverbial new girl in town. Barbara Lou Irvin, known as “Bobbye,” had just moved to McLeansboro when he spotted the pretty brunette at the movies one night. But he was too shy to introduce himself — “Wow,” he remembers thinking, in typical understated manner. “She’s pretty tall.”

At 5-foot, 9-inches, Bobbye was a long-legged baton twirler and freshman class president – popular, outgoing, and independent. Sloan was three inches shorter than she was and, as he recalls, “scared of my shadow.” So how did the match get made?

“I got taller,” he laughs. He still doesn’t know how he mustered the nerve to ask Bobbye to the movies, but the pair began dating while they were freshman, and Sloan shot up in height. As a 6-foot, 5-inch basketball star at McLeansboro High School, the small-town boy captured the attention of the state’s largest university, and when Bobbye headed to St. Louis to enroll in a three-year nursing program, Sloan moved to the big city of Urbana-Champaign to attend the University of Illinois on a basketball scholarship. But overwhelmed by the 22,000-strong student body, the small-town boy “was lost,” he says. He dropped out, returned home, and took a job in the local oil fields.

Bobbye — determined to finish school and become a registered nurse — was furious. Quitting school was “the most devastating thing I did,” Sloan says. “I didn’t know if she’d have anything to do with me again.” The pair didn’t speak for a long time, and Jerry — both heartbroken and disillusioned by hard, monotonous labor in the oil fields –– knew something had to change.[pagebreak]

FORTUNATELY, THE LEGENDARY ARAD MCCUTCHAN STEPPED IN. As a high school senior, Sloan had passed up an offer of a scholarship to attend Evansville College (later University of Evansville) to play for McCutchan, who’d led the Aces to back-to-back NCAA College Division (later Division II) national championships in 1959 and 1960. When McCutchan got wind of the news that Sloan had dropped out of college to come back home for a dead-end job, he called the young man to arrange for a meeting in McLeansboro. Sloan didn’t have a car, so he hitchhiked into town to meet the coach. This time, Sloan took McCutchan up on his offer, enrolling in Evansville College in time for the 1961-62 season.

Small and friendly, Evansville College was “more suited” to Sloan than Illinois, he says, and his statistics as a Purple Ace speak for themselves: His jersey, now retired, hangs from the rafters at Roberts Stadium. Playing in an era when up to 12,000 fans regularly packed Roberts Stadium to cheer on the Aces, Sloan was a three-time All-American, helped his team win two more NCAA College Division National Championships, and led the Aces to their only undefeated season in history (29-0 in the 1964-65 season) — all while pursuing a degree in education, much to the delight of his high school sweetheart.

Once basketball and Bobbye were back in his life, Sloan flourished. “Those were the only two interests I really had,” he says. Between practices and games, he traveled to St. Louis on the weekends to visit the woman he married in April 1963, well before graduating from college. Their first daughter, Kathy, was born in Evansville.

In 1964, after his junior year, Sloan was drafted into the NBA by the Baltimore Bullets. But with no way of anticipating the 11-season professional playing career ahead of him, he turned down the offer, choosing instead to stay in school and finish his degree. The next year, after he graduated, he and Bobbye moved to Baltimore, where he played one year with the Bullets before the Chicago Bulls selected him first in the 1966 NBA expansion draft, earning him the nickname of “the original Bull.”

It was in Chicago where he launched the next chapter in his storied career. The two-time NBA All-Star would rack up a list of accolades and records before a knee injury would prematurely end his playing career in 1976. Two years later, the Bulls retired his No. 4 jersey, making him the first Bull to receive such an honor.

It was during the decade in Chicago that two more children would be born — Brian, now an emergency room physician in Indianapolis; and Holly, a stay-at-home mom and former schoolteacher and coach who lives outside of Chicago. And it was during this decade that Sloan traveled back and forth to Evansville for several summers to complete work on his master’s degree in education, convinced he’d need a job once his playing days were over. “I didn’t know I would play basketball that long,” says Sloan with a shrug.

Motivating him, too, to keep his ties to Evansville were the words of Coach McCutchan, who told him during his sophomore year of college, “You know, when you get done playing professionally, I want you to come back here and take my job.” Sloan followed suit when McCutchan retired in 1977. But right away, something didn’t feel right. After five days on the job as McCutchan’s successor, he left before ever coaching a single game. He’s hesitant to elaborate on his reasons, saying only: “It didn’t seem to be the right thing to do at that time.”

Sloan returned to Chicago, taking a job as a scout for the Bulls, but he kept in touch with his Evansville connections. A few months later, when Bobby Watson, who replaced him as head coach at UE, traveled to Chicago with the Aces to play DePaul University, Sloan was there to greet him. After suffering a crushing 23-point loss to DePaul, Watson asked Sloan to say a few words to the team. “Hang in there,” Sloan remembers telling the disappointed young men. “Things will get better. Keep your heads up.”

Ten days later, on Dec. 13, 1977, the Aces’ chartered plane took off from the airport in Evansville, bound for an away game against Middle Tennessee State University. Ninety seconds after takeoff, the plane crashed, killing 29 players and staff, including head coach Bobby Watson. Sloan was devastated by the event but dwells little on the fact that he could have boarded the plane on that fateful night. “I’ve always believed you never know when your time to die’s gonna be,” he says.[pagebreak]

TWENTY YEARS LATER, SLOAN found himself finishing his ninth season coaching the Utah Jazz when another blow struck. The Jazz had made the 1997 NBA finals, and after attending the first five games, Bobbye stayed home for the sixth (played at Chicago’s United Center) and watched the season’s final game on television. When the Jazz lost to the Bulls, ending the team’s hope for a championship, she turned off the TV, curled up in bed alone, and felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest. There was a lump in her left breast.

Although Bobbye had left her job as a nurse at the old Welborn Hospital after the Sloans’ first child was born, she hadn’t forgotten her medical knowledge. She knew cysts were usually liquid, while cancerous tumors were generally solid. “I was hoping it was a cyst or maybe something else,” she later told The New York Times, “but in the back of my mind I just kind of knew.” Days later, she was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 54.

Sloan says that watching his strong, marathon-running wife undergo major surgery, followed by a grueling round of chemotherapy, reshaped his own priorities. Work was no longer his main focus. He quit drinking and smoking. And, as he candidly admits, he realized he and his wife had been living parallel lives for years as he traveled around the country with the Jazz while she raised their three children. In an uncharacteristically personal interview with The New York Times the year after Bobbye’s diagnosis, Sloan said, “I guess that’s the biggest thing to come out of this. The situation she’s gone through has made us more aware of each other — a lot more.”

After decades of marriage, the pair rekindled the romance that brought them together, taking long walks and frequenting garage and yard sales to shop for antiques. Bobbye collected old dolls; her husband preferred John Deere tractors. “All it is is stuff,” he acknowledges, but he says the pair always joked, “One day, one of us is gonna get left with a mess.”

When Bobbye was told her cancer was in remission within a year after the initial diagnosis, they both hoped that day was far in the future. But six years later, when the Sloans’ children and grandchildren gathered at their McLeansboro home for Christmas, Bobbye thought she was coming down with the flu. Soon, she couldn’t get out of bed.

Her diagnosis of pancreatic cancer sent the family reeling. Faced with sobering odds for his wife’s survival — 75 percent of patients die within one year — Sloan wanted to quit coaching, but Bobbye refused to let him. Just six months after the couple had built their dream home amid the farm fields outside McLeansboro, she passed away on June 18, 2004. She was 61.[pagebreak]

EVEN AFTER LOSING HIS high school sweetheart and wife of 41 years, Sloan didn’t quit coaching, and true to his dogged work ethic on the basketball court, he didn’t quit living. Today, he’s happily remarried to the former Tammy Jessop, whom he quietly wed in a small ceremony in September 2006. Jessop, a former executive with Sysco Foods in Salt Lake City and the mother of a 12-year-old, is a private woman, but she’s been credited for bringing a sense of joy back into her husband’s life. Last year, just as the Jazz was picked for a playoff spot, USA Today sportswriter Greg Boeck noted that the legendary hard-nosed coach had seemed to emerge from his grief, having “relaxed his drill-sergeant tactics and shown patience with his youthful team.”

Among his interests now is the Indianapolis-based Bobbye and Jerry Sloan “Hand-in-Hand” Foundation that family and friends established in 2005. He serves as president and his three children serve on the board, with the eldest, Kathy Sloan Wood, overseeing the foundation’s operations.

The foundation’s focus is primarily on projects that mobilize the caring power of communities in the places the Sloans lived in and loved. “When my mother passed away, we wanted to continue the giving she did,” says Wood. “Once we decided to do it, it helped our healing process.”

Typical of the projects the foundation funds is the “Kids’ Kingdom” playground project in McLeansboro, which expanded and transformed an old city park into a mecca for the town’s children. The foundation put up $100,000 for the project and invited the townspeople to help build the playground. More than 2,000 volunteers signed up. McLeansboro Mayor Dick Dietz, who went to high school with Jerry Sloan, credits the project for inspiring “a spirit in this community that we’d never seen” and notes that its aftermath includes a network of volunteers who’ve already been tapped for other community projects. “People have been asking, ‘What can we do to help out?’ ” Dietz says. “No pun intended, but it’s been a hand-in-hand situation.”

Also typical of the foundation’s focus is the Habitat house it’s funding in the New Haven subdivision in Evansville, built by volunteers for families who lost their homes to the deadly 2005 tornado that claimed 25 lives. The foundation’s Aug. 9 event at the University of Evansville benefits both the Vanderburgh Humane Society (Bobbye Sloan’s children describe her as an “animal whisperer”) and C.J.’s Bus, a kind of playground on wheels created by Kathryn Martin, whose 2-year-old son, C.J., was among the tornado victims.

For his part, Jerry Sloan declines to accept much praise, turning attention instead on the people whose labor makes the projects the foundation funds possible. “You see how hard people work here,” he says of his neighbors in McLeansboro, “and the rewards aren’t very good sometimes.”

All too soon, the business of basketball will take over his daily life again, but for as long as he can this summer, he’ll seek refuge in the small town life of his youth and the events that have been slated in coming weeks to raise money for his family’s foundation. “You can eat, sleep, and breathe basketball,” he says of his life back in Utah. “This,” he says of his simpler life back home, “gets me away from it all.”
 

McCartyism

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Chris Lowery has kept in touch regularly with Walter McCarty since their days attending Plaza Park Middle School together in the mid-1980s. The two Harrison High School graduates have had plenty to talk about. Lowery became an all-Missouri Valley Conference guard at Southern Illinois University and now is in his seventh season as the coach of the Salukis. McCarty played for a national-championship team at the University of Kentucky in 1996 and went on to a 10-year NBA career. But Lowery didn’t see it coming when his old friend called a little more than three years ago and said he wanted to coach. “I was a little surprised,” Lowery says. “But if he wants to do something, he does it. That’s just him.”

Current Harrison coach and athletic director Bryan Speer was McCarty’s teammate with the Warriors before they graduated in 1992. When Speer got the job at Harrison in 2007, he asked McCarty to speak to players in the Harrison feeder system, one year after his professional career had ended. “People would ask him what he was going to do.” Speer says. “He said he was going to take a break from basketball. I figured he was going to mess around with his music, but he didn’t indicate he was going to coach at all.”

Three weeks later, Speer learned McCarty had accepted an assistant coaching position at the University of Louisville, which was coached by Rick Pitino, a longtime college coach with an enviable record and McCarty’s former coach at UK. Speer was surprised, too. The more he thought about it, however, the more it made sense. “Whenever he spoke at our camp, it came easy to him,” Speer says. “He’s a great speaker, very charismatic. He was talking to young kids, fourth and fifth graders, and you could tell right then that if he wanted to coach, he could do it.”

After three years at UL, McCarty returns to the NBA this year as an assistant for the Indiana Pacers. Coach Jim O’Brien, a UK assistant during McCarty’s time there, asked him to fill an opening on his staff after last season.[pagebreak]

McCarty looks a little perplexed during an interview just outside the Pacers locker room at Conseco Fieldhouse when told that many of his longtime friends were stunned when they first heard he went into coaching. Many assumed he might pursue a career in the music industry, another passion he displayed while growing up on the East Side. He sang national anthems before games on the high school, college, and professional levels, and released a rhythm and blues CD in 2003. “That’s more of a hobby,” McCarty says. “Believe me, music is not something you want to make a career.”

By all accounts, he took care of his money from his NBA days. McCarty and former UK teammate Tony Delk have made several investments together, including in a plastics company and several Papa John’s and Dunkin’ Donuts franchise restaurants. But despite those varied interests, McCarty says his No. 1 love always has been basketball. Maybe he wasn’t thinking so much about it back in his days at Harrison, but in the NBA, coaching didn’t seem so far-fetched. “I really enjoy helping players develop,” he says. “I feel like after some of the success I’ve had, I’ve got something to contribute.”

McCARTY WAS A RAIL-THIN 6-9 during his career at Harrison (he was listed at a generous 189 pounds during his senior season), but few players in city history were more versatile. He could post up, but he could almost as easily step out and shoot a 3-pointer.

In a 1992 sectional championship game against North High School at Roberts Stadium, Harrison coach Will Wyman played McCarty all over the floor, and McCarty responded by scoring 33 points, grabbing 15 rebounds, and blocking seven shots to lead the Warriors to a 49-42 victory and the first sectional title in school history.

“Walter was an intelligent player,” says Wyman, retired from coaching but still a teacher at Harrison. “It’s not surprising with his background after high school, with his college days and pro career, that he’s picked up a lot of basketball and can really share his knowledge.

“When you’ve been there and you’ve done that, you have people’s ears. He’s a good communicator. He’s a positive person. He’s fun to be around. A lot of those characteristics really translate into being a coach and teacher.”

Lowery is two years older than McCarty, and he noticed something different about him. “He had something that drew people to him, no matter if they were white or black,” Lowery says. “He never abused that. He always treated people well, no matter who they were or where they came from.”

McCarty was named a Parade All-American and finished second in the Mr. Basketball voting following his senior year at Harrison and then it was off to UK and an NBA career that included stops with the New York Knicks, Boston Celtics (where he played under O’Brien again), Phoenix Suns, and the Los Angeles Clippers.[pagebreak]

McCARTY SPEAKS GLOWINGLY OF UL and the opportunity Pitino gave him. But he didn’t like some of the changes he saw in the college game upon his return. For instance, McCarty says he made it clear to other schools recruiting him before his senior year at Harrison that UK was clearly his No. 1 choice. His only other visits were to the University of Evansville and Purdue University, and he told then-Purdue coach Gene Keady in his office that he would go to UK if things could be worked out there — and Keady respected him for it, he says. “A lot of kids are not interested in your school, but they won’t tell you that,” McCarty says. “Now, (athletes) just want to be on all the (Internet) recruiting boards. When I was a kid, if I wasn’t going to your school, I wasn’t going to put you through all that. It was a waste of time.”

He also says he saw little of the camaraderie he experienced at UK, particularly the 1996 national championship team, which had nine future NBA players. “Tony and I we would sit in a room and would say, ‘We’re going to win a national championship, and we’re going to graduate,’” McCarty says. “We would challenge each other. We both had the same major. If one of us was struggling, the other would pick (him) up. We kept each other accountable.

“I don’t think people realize how good our 1996 team was. They know about all the talent, but I don’t think they realize how much we cared about each other. There were no egos. We pushed each other, but we loved each other. We went everywhere together. I don’t think you have much of that in college basketball today.”

Thus, McCarty decided he might be a better fit in the NBA. O’Brien, familiar with McCarty’s body of work, was keen to the idea. When O’Brien first was hired as Pacers head coach in 2007, he says he tried to convince an aging McCarty to play, but after 10 NBA seasons, McCarty retired and mentioned to O’Brien he was interested in coaching. “Walter is a great communicator. He’s really been taught the fundamentals of the game well throughout his career,” says O’Brien. “It doesn’t surprise me (that he went into coaching). He would be a very positive influence on any staff he would be on.”

O’Brien found McCarty’s resume impressive. “If you work for Rick Pitino, you get in very early and stay very late,” says O’Brien. “You’re involved in every phase of the program, individual instruction, and preparation to play against opponents. Having been an assistant of Rick’s for a long time, I don’t think you can find a better training ground for being a coach than being on Rick’s staff.”

The opportunity intrigued McCarty. “I grew up idolizing (Pacers president Larry Bird), and I was able to come in and work with him,” says McCarty, who eventually would like to become an NBA head coach and general manager. “To me, it just made a lot of sense. It’s just the challenge of moving to a different environment and different level.”

McCarty still maintains plenty of ties to his hometown. Joy Lindsay, his mother, lives in a home in Newburgh he purchased for her. He spoke at a fundraiser for the Harrison basketball team last August, and he has donated money to the school’s vocal music program through his music foundation. “I’m very happy because I have the same friends as I had back in 1988 or 1986,” he says. “We’re very close. We still talk all the time. Life may take you in different places or different routes, but to us, you enjoy life and friends and helping each other out.”

Even when all those friends could have sworn he would never end up in coaching.
 

Branson’s B-Side

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With 58,559 seats spread across 50 theaters, Branson, Mo., offers more theater seating than New York City’s Broadway. And for many of Branson’s 7.8 million annual visitors, its live music shows are its signature song. But the city’s greatest hit may be the one playing beyond its opulent theaters and the frenetic stretch of Highway 76 known as “The Strip.” 

Situated in the Ozark Mountains 35 miles south of Springfield, Mo., Branson is characterized by rolling hills of deciduous forest, dramatic rock bluffs, and scenic lakes. While this scenery may go unnoticed amid the glitz and glamour of The Strip on a Saturday night, Branson’s natural resources offer year-round enjoyment, and they constitute one of the area’s major, but often overlooked, attractions.

My family has been coming to Branson for decades, and one reason we continue to visit is the combination of big-city amenities and world-class outdoor recreation. In addition to the city’s 242 restaurants, outlet mall, and countless shops, Branson is home to one of the most scenic lakes in the Midwest, 13 golf courses, hiking trails, and even a world-class trout fishery. 

If outdoor recreation is your idea of live entertainment, here are four must-see shows.

Golf
Hitting the links at one of Branson’s golf courses is a great way to experience the area’s Ozark Mountains scenery. These award-winning courses challenge both novice and advanced golfers, and they incorporate a variety of features, ranging from lush, tree-lined Bermuda fairways and bent-grass greens to waterfalls, lakes, and creeks. 

Popular courses include the Thousand Hills Golf Resort, which some consider Branson’s most challenging course, and the Tom Fazio-designed Branson Creek Golf Club, rated by Golf magazine as Missouri’s No. 1 public course.

Zip-Line Eco Tour   
Learn ecological and geographical facts about the Ozark Mountains while enjoying a zip-line tour through the Wolfe Creek Preserve canopy. The folks at Branson Zipline and Canopy Tours offer guests of all ages a bird’s eye view of the area’s hills and hollows in a unique adventure that combines education with excitement.

“We actually have worked hard to ensure this is a low-impact activity for multiple generations to enjoy,” says general manager Emma Hamilton. “The most challenging aspect for most participants is overcoming their issue with heights.”[pagebreak]

So put your fear of heights aside and select from several different tours, including the Ozarks Xplorer Canopy Tour, a 2.5-hour trek incorporating swinging walkways, suspension bridges, and numerous zip lines. Speed demons will want to explore the Blue Streak Fast Line — Wolfe Creek Preserve’s fastest zip line. After a brief orientation, visitors are transported to the top of Wolfe Mountain where they begin a high-speed, high-altitude descent.

Water Sports
Table Rock Lake is known for its breathtaking scenery, which is apparent from most any point above or below the water’s surface. Scuba divers visit the lake for its legendary underwater visibility, and nearly every summer weekend you can find a group of divers exploring the waters off the bluff at the Dewey Short Visitors Center on the south end of the dam. 

At roughly 50,000 surface acres, Table Rock offers plenty of space for boating, skiing, or tubing. If you don’t own a vessel, just visit the Table Rock State Park Marina, which rents boats and personal watercraft. Parasailing and excursions aboard the 48-foot sailing catamaran, Spirit of America, are available through the marina as well.  

For something a bit slower paced, guided kayaking trips are available through Kayak Branson.

Fishing
Whether you like to fish for bass, trout, crappie, or walleye, Branson is an angler’s paradise. Table Rock Lake supports excellent numbers of crappie, white bass, walleye, and catfish but perhaps is best known for its black-bass fishing. “By national standards, Table Rock Lake supports some of the highest bass densities and remains one of the country’s most popular fishing destinations,” says Shane Bush, a fisheries biologist with the Missouri Department of Conservation. 

Guides are readily available through many of the lake’s resorts and marinas, or anglers can access GPS coordinates to Table Rock’s fish-habitat structures at newmdc
gis.mdc.mo.gov/tablerock and go it alone.

Equally impressive is Lake Taneycomo, the world-class trout fishery located below the Table Rock dam. Lake Taneycomo supports stunning numbers of both rainbow and brown trout, and many of these fish grow to be quite large, thanks to the lake’s fertile waters and myriad insect life.

Those new to Lake Taneycomo may want to consider hiring a guide. In addition to showing you how to catch fish, a good guide can offer valuable advice on how to safely deal with water releases from the dam, which often are unpredictable and potentially dangerous. 

Dining and Lodging
Clockers Café
Locals know Clockers serves one of the best breakfasts in Branson, and after eating here on numerous occasions, I can understand why. Whether it is pancakes, omelets, or good ol’ bacon and eggs, the food at this downtown Branson café is served hot and fresh. Ditto for the coffee.

Mr. G’s Chicago-Style Pizza & Italian Food
Though it only is a block away from busy Main Street in downtown Branson, Mr. G’s is off the map of most tourists. A local’s place, Mr. G’s serves thick, hearty Chicago-style pizza and a variety of traditional Italian dishes in a comfortable, casual setting replete with sports memorabilia, a small bar, and lots of Midwestern heart.

Big Cedar Lodge
 Featuring six different types of accommodations, several restaurants, a marina, spa, and conference center, Big Cedar Lodge, in nearby Ridgedale, Mo., is an experience unto itself. Situated in a wooded hollow on the shores of Table Rock Lake, this scenic 800-acre resort offers golf, horseback riding, hiking, swimming, and more. With too many Best Of awards to list, Big Cedar Lodge is just the place for family vacations, romantic getaways, or even corporate retreats. 

Morbid Profits

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Owner Kevin Alvey gets wrapped up in his work at the Cynthiana farm where his zombie creations lurk in the background.

Not many people have 70 zombies stored in the backyard on a typical day. But for Kevin Alvey, that’s nothing out of the ordinary.

Standing in his backyard with a tarp over their heads for protection are several of Alvey’s “My Pet Zombies” creations, including Crispy Christie, Burnt Urnie, and Bill Gluttony, a blood-soaked butcher. Yes, each of the creatures in this zombie product line has a name. Morbid? Maybe, but that’s how Alvey, owner and founder of Gore Galore, a company that manufactures Halloween costumes, decorations, and props, prefers it. “It’s so morbid; it’s awesome,” he jokes.

Seen from the street, Alvey’s Cynthiana, Ind. home is typical of the other homes on the block. It’s a 1920s farmhouse with a large front porch. Peek around back and catch the barn doors open, though, and you’ll feel like you’ve just stepped into a scene from a horror movie. Alvey’s workshop is far from ordinary: A table of torture boxes contains severed heads, shelves are packed with zombie body parts ranging from discolored hands to disfigured heads, and there is an area in back full of over-sized costumes creepy enough to send chills up Freddy Krueger’s spine.

Besides the “My Pet Zombies” line, Gore Galore custom manufactures oversized creature costumes, latex corpses, and sells many other Halloween-themed products, including 16 volumes of sound effects for haunted houses called “Sounds of Gore.” Alvey turned his passion for the gor-iffic into reality when he started the company more than nine years ago on the first floor of a home near Haynie’s Corner in Evansville. With an overall growth of more than 25 percent a year, he quickly needed a new home for the expanding business and found just that in the 4-acre Cynthiana property.

His costumes are not anything like the ones you can pick up at the store for Halloween. The body parts for each costume and prop are produced from latex and include hours of detail work for their life-like appearance. Alvey describes them as “dependable, lightweight, and strong,” adding that they are built for performing at haunted attractions or theme parks.

The oversized costumes, such as Squeaker the Clown, Freakenstein, The Zombie Lurker, or The Wraith, are Gore Galore’s proprietary design featuring a backpack, a fiberglass shoulder system to rest on the wearer’s shoulders, a welded steel frame to support the latex, independent head movement, and an internal, MP3-based audio system with five different creature sounds.

“They’re sturdy enough you can ram it through a wall,” Alvey jokes.

Considering the hours of work that goes into the creation of each oversized costume, an average price of $2,500 doesn’t seem unreasonable for Alvey’s customers who keep coming back. “We’ve sold oversized costumes to more haunted attractions than you could shake a stick at,” Alvey says.[pagebreak]

Gore Galore has also shipped products across the country to several Six Flags theme parks; Knott’s Berry Farm theme park in Buena Park, Calif.; Ocean Park, an indoor water park in Japan; and to a professional football player, who ordered an oversized Squeaker the Clown. His corpses have hit primetime on two episodes of the hit television show, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.

With such big clients and enough orders to fill a 12-hour workday, Alvey still hasn’t let his love for all things haunted — which began when he was involved in the Newburgh Haunted House as a boy — succumb to the stress of owning a business.

From November to March, Alvey and his three full-time employees spend time considering new products. “We always try to develop some stuff that will rock everybody’s world,” he says. Much of the inspiration for Gore Galore comes from trade shows they attend nationwide, where manufacturers similar to Gore Galore gather to show off their finest haunting masterpieces.

Jake Rich, Gore Galore’s lead sculptor, graduated from the Art Institute of Pittsburgh with a bachelor’s degree in Industrial Design and Special Effects and says he went to college with a job like this in mind. “I’ve wanted to do something like this since I was nine,” Rich says. “I used to watch a lot of movies like Star Wars and Predator, and it got to the point where I was like, ‘I want to do this.’”

Gore Galore seamstress Jennifer Goff didn’t have any experience in the costume-making business before coming to this shop of gore but says she can’t imagine working anywhere else. “This is the best job I’ve ever had because it’s just amazing to see what you can create in a matter of weeks.”

Goff makes clothes for the larger costumes and enjoys combing thrift stores to outfit zombies. Bill Gluttony is her favorite creature to dress because he doesn’t wear a suit like many of Alvey’s other zombies. Bill is a casual kind of guy; he wears jeans, a flannel shirt, and a bloody butcher’s apron. “You can make the zombies look pretty stylish,” Goff says, “I try to give each one its own little style.”

Check out Alvey’s creations at www.gore-galore.com.

Doorman

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A few years ago, Jeff Roman knocked on the door of an Evansville home. He had with him a Kirby, a vacuum cleaner with marketing moxie claiming to reduce a homeowner’s exposure to allergens. The homeowner greeted Roman, “Get off my porch. I hate salespeople,” he recalls. Roman handed the woman a flyer advertising a free carpet cleaning and began to leave. Because the woman had a recent spill, she changed her mind and allowed Roman inside. One caveat: Roman couldn’t talk while he cleaned the stain on her carpet. As the Kirby removed the stain, the rigid customer loosened up. “She ended up writing me a check for the Kirby,” Roman says. “It was a matter of listening to the costumer and staying positive.” He’ll keep that attitude as winter approaches, even though less daylight means less time he can knock on doors.

“I tell my workers, ‘You have to be successful on purpose,’” Roman says. That success relies on his goals: talking to a minimum of 40 people, giving four presentations, or making two sales a day. The 12-year veteran of door-to-door sales for Steve Martin & Associates, a direct marketing company of user and home appliances, knows a well-kept appearance, pride in the product, and positive attitude make or break a sale. Roman packs a lunch — which he eats between door knocks — the Kirby kits, and positive, upbeat tunes for the road. On average, he’s in his car or on foot for two hours a day. He spends the other six hours in homes pitching products and giving presentations. “When you’re a good salesman and you can find your own customers, there are tons of opportunities,” Roman says. “The money is out there for you to come and collect it.”

Left, Right, or Center?

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U.S. President George W. Bush leaves the White House January 25, 2002, carrying a book titled Bias by Bernard Goldberg.

In October 2003, fed up with the way national media was covering the rebuilding efforts in Iraq, President George W. Bush stated, “I’m mindful of the filter through which some news travels, and sometimes you just have to go over the heads of the filter and speak directly to the people, and that’s what we will continue to do.”

Those involved in the debate on news media bias believed President Bush’s statement to be weighty, the “public relations equivalent of a declaration of war aimed at the national media,” as John Roberts of “CBS News” put it.

But it hardly was a new accusation. Since the 1930s, public opinion polls have shown hostility toward the media for biased coverage. Today, few words can inflame like this loaded word. Yet bias — news media bias — is the topic of the first installment in this new recurring department. You won’t read about the 2008 presidential campaign — ACORN or Governor Sarah Palin’s campaign wardrobe — here. By the time you read this story, you’ll know who is elected president of the United States and will likely have formed your own opinions on the role news media bias played in this election.

Does bias exist in the news media? According to Mark Shifflet, Ph.D., associate professor of mass communication and chair of the communication department at the University of Evansville, “The topic of bias is heavily researched, and there is no consensus.”

Labels and Definitions
Key arguments in the bias debate center on distinguishing definitions and labels: media bias and news media bias, conservative and liberal, media and media elite, journalists and pundits. Conservatives in the debate (including Bernard Goldberg, author of Bias and Arrogance, and L. Brent Bozell III, author and founder of the Media Research Center) believe the arrogance of the media elite is the root cause of contemporary bias. This media elite, Goldberg writes, “…can pretty much stay clear of conservative attitudes and assumptions and even conservative people, secure in the knowledge that they’re not really missing anything worth knowing.”

Everyone’s Biased
Other themes in the debate over news media bias include bias being in the eye of the beholder and the factioning of the American media landscape. Mizell Stewart III, editor of the Evansville Courier & Press, says, “We’ve seen a splintering of the mass market into a collection of niches. Savvy operators may try to cater to their audience.”

Bob Walters, news director at WTVW Fox 7, believes all journalists bring bias to the table. “Everyone is biased,” Walters says. “We are all shaped by where we grew up, our religious backgrounds, our education, everything we have experienced in life in the process of becoming adults. For someone to say they are totally neutral, totally unbiased, is to say you don’t have a lot of passion for issues.”

Locally, editors and news directors say they strive for balance and fairness through the diversity of their newsrooms and through dialogue. Walters says, “We strive for balance through collaboration. We talk about stories, allowing staff to raise concerns. It is an open dialogue, and we’re willing to call each other on the carpet about biases because we all have them.”

Stewart describes the same process in his newsroom, adding, “Readers approach the newspaper from their points of view as well. On our end, we do our level best to be sure that all points of view are represented.”[pagebreak]

Arrogance
Maureen Hayden, managing editor of Evansville Living, worked as a newspaper reporter for more than 20 years. While she cautions that one can’t lump all members of the media together, she says, “Still, too often it seems there isn’t enough self-examination in a newsroom. I’d argue that is often due to time constraints and the pressure of deadlines, rather than something more intentional or nefarious like political bias.”

“Where I see the arrogance is in the refusal to engage in more self-examination, and that’s the arrogance that often damages credibility. Journalism is not unlike politics or social work — people in these professions are convinced they’ve been called to serve the public. That can be noble and necessary. But it can also lead to self-aggrandizement and the inability to engage in a conversation with critics.”

Information Proliferation
There is no question that much of the current conversation about bias focuses on the national broadcast media — both network and cable. Stewart says, “They (the cable news networks) are trying to fill 72 hours (weekly) of airtime with what amounts to two hours of news. This results in two hours of news delivery and 70 hours of talking about the news. This is particularly true now with the presidential campaign. (They say,) ‘If we don’t have new news, we’ll talk about the news.’”

Mike Roeder, director of government affairs at Vectren Corp., is a self-described news junkie who previously was Vectren’s director of corporate communications and also has held academic, association, and governmental positions in communications and media relations. He says, “Nationally, media has gotten in the business of making news rather than reporting news. Breaking news, TV crawlers, and news alerts on marginally important information have become a great news marketing tool, but have blurred the line between news and entertainment.”

If it Bleeds, It Leads
Ross Atkin, a 1967 Harrison High School graduate, has worked for 37 years in various writing and editing positions at The Christian Science Monitor, a national newspaper headquartered in Boston known for its reputation of being fair and balanced (despite its name, which might suggest otherwise).

Atkin says the CS Monitor’s motto, “To injure no man, but to bless all mankind,” may seem unusual for a newspaper, but it “frames decisions editorially — clearly or subliminally — for us.” Recently, the CS Monitor, which historically does not extensively market for readership, produced a direct mail marketing offer stating: “If you’re tired of the Liberal … Conservative … Sensationalist bias in the media today … Let us introduce you to a newspaper that’ll give it to you straight.” (As Evansville Living went to press, the CS Monitor announced a Web-first strategy, shifting to a weekly print publishing format.)

Hayden argues that “rather than an elitist, leftist bias, the media’s bias is on the side of conflict. Reporters too often are fight promoters. There is a reason why ‘If it bleeds, it leads’ is a cliché in a newsroom. The media likes a good fight.”

Asking the Questions
In local media, news directors and editors say they run potential stories through a series of questions. “Regarding fairness,” Stewart says, “I think we have to ask ourselves: Are we holding up a mirror to our community? Are we showing all sides of a story?”

“In the end,” says Walters, “we ask ourselves these questions about running a story: How do you justify running it? If you don’t run it, how do you justify your decision not to run it? Does the public have a right to know?”

From the Heart

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After open-heart surgery, Laura Savia’s comeback led her to an assistant director position alongside director Daniel Sullivan.

Laura Savia wasn’t expected to live for more than a day. Born with a rare congenital heart defect that threatened to claim her life just hours after it began, the newborn lay hooked up to tubes and monitors as her parents, Alfred and Kitty Savia, summoned their minister to the hospital to pray for their dying daughter. The minister brought his wife, a nurse, who peeked into the nursery at Laura, then returned to Kitty’s hospital room smiling. “She’s going to make it,” the nurse said. “She’s a fighter.”

Twenty-six years and three heart surgeries later, Savia has proven that statement true. The Evansville native’s lifelong passion for theater is blossoming into a New York City directing career. In the past year, she has assistant-directed New York’s famed Shakespeare in the Park and earned a prestigious fellowship from the Drama League Directors Project — with only the distraction of major cardiac surgery and recovery to briefly waylay her.

Now, at only 26, beginning her career in earnest — cardiac rehabilitation no longer dominating her daily life — Savia has a renewed appreciation for her family and friends, a stronger commitment to art, and the confidence to pursue her dreams.

As the daughter of Evansville Philharmonic Orchestra music director and conductor Alfred Savia and musician, teacher, and Philharmonic violinist Kitty Savia, art filled Savia’s childhood. “Passion for art was everywhere growing up: in conversations at the dinner table, in Mom’s teachings to her students, on our walls, in our family’s weekend activities, among Mom and Dad’s friends,” she recalls. “I absorbed the ideal that art and culture are noble, to be cherished.”

This environment nurtured Savia’s desire to pursue an interest in theater many parents might have balked to support. “Laura was always producing shows with her cousins around the house,” Kitty remembers, “and she was always the director.” Because of their parents’ involvement in the arts, Savia and her younger sister Julie (now 22, a recent graduate with a biology degree from Millikin University in Decatur, Ill.) were constantly backstage at performances: “I think it was awhile until they learned how to go in the front door of an auditorium,” Kitty jokes. She also remembers bringing a toddling Laura to watch Alfred conduct The Nutcracker in Orlando. At the end of the first act, paper snow fluttered down onto the stage and the bare-armed dancers. Savia, on her mother’s lap, exclaimed, “Oh, Mommy, they must be so cold!”

“She really bought the magic of the stage,” says Kitty, “and then she grew up to help create it.”

Savia didn’t initially set out to pursue a behind-the-scenes role. Awestruck after seeing a stage performance of Annie and convinced she wanted to act, she joined a national touring production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat in Indianapolis as a youth. After pursuing theatrical opportunities in the Evansville area throughout school, she left for Northwestern University in Evanston, Ill., to study acting.

Her 2003 summer break found her working as assistant artistic director at the New Harmony Theatre. Under then-artistic director Scott LaFeber, now a performing arts professor at Boston’s Emerson College, Savia moved away from acting and toward directing, much to her surprise. “LaFeber opened my eyes,” she says.

It was a great summer for the theater’s program, LaFeber recalls, and Savia made valuable contributions. “I trusted Laura: She came from a supportive, creative family that had high artistic standards,” says LaFeber. And where other would-be assistants cited their desire to “boss people around” as their draw to directing, LaFeber remembers, “Laura had none of that.” She inherently knew, he says, what was important about directing: listening to people and sharing a vision of the script.

Savia found the rigorous organizational requirements of directing suited her no-nonsense managerial side. “But under Scott, I also realized there was a place for art in directing,” she says. “After that experience, I knew directing was what I was wired to do.”[pagebreak]

In September 2004, Savia moved to New York City for an internship under artistic director Neil Pepe at the famed off-Broadway Atlantic Theater Company, co-founded by actor William H. Macy and Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright David Mamet.

“It was clear to me right away that Laura was incredibly smart, sincere, passionate, and curious,” says Pepe. “She knew quite a lot about writing and theater, and she quickly made herself invaluable.”

Pepe rewarded her ability with incomparable opportunities: She worked as assistant director on a production with Woody Allen and was entrusted with maintaining rewrites for the world premiere of a Mamet play, Romance.

When the internship ended, she was hired full-time at the Atlantic, and in 2006, she transitioned to the position of literary associate, in charge of reading and overseeing the input and output of all scripts.

Her family’s attitude about her move to New York City helped Savia immerse herself in her work. Remembers Savia, “They never once said, ‘That might be a little too ambitious,’ or, ‘Don’t you know how many people go to New York City every year and fail?’”

Able to live and breathe theater with such standouts as Oscar-winning writers Martin McDonagh and Ethan Coen, British dramatist Jez Butterworth, and Tony Award winner Michael Mayer, Savia was on top of the world. She had a sixth-floor walkup apartment, enjoyed a thriving social schedule, went to parties, worked full-time, and was taking on ambitious directing projects outside the Atlantic.

Then in fall 2007, she began experiencing strange symptoms of what seemed like anxiety, though she “never felt slow or weak or sick,” Savia recalls. Her doctor sent her to a cardiologist in the following spring, however, where Savia, just 25, received shocking news: She needed open-heart surgery.

Savia had already undergone emergency cardiac surgery only three hours after birth to correct a congenital heart defect, tetralogy of Fallot, which affects just five of every 10,000 newborns. The initial surgery removed Savia’s completely blocked pulmonary valve and placed a shunt to circulate blood to her lungs. At age 3, she underwent a follow-up intracardiac surgery.

Savia came through both to enjoy a “totally normal, rambunctious childhood,” she says. “So here I was, going about my business for over 20 years, and then to be told I needed open-heart surgery to install a new pulmonary valve … It was horrifying.”

Savia elected to have the surgery as soon as possible, only three weeks later. Everything else was put on hold. “The anxiety anticipating the surgery was the worst part,” Savia says. “But I knew if I got it over with quickly, I had a chance to return to directing as soon as June or July. That possibility motivated me to look ahead.”

On April 3, 2008, Savia walked unassisted and unsedated into a different type of theater, an operating room at New York-Presbyterian Hospital. Four hours later, a family blog that chronicled the ordeal reported: “Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Savia and Dr. Ralph Mosca proudly announce the union of Laura E. Savia and her new bovine valve, ‘Bessie.’” (Read the blog at https://howislauratoday.blogspot.com.)

For a month after surgery, Kitty stayed with her daughter in New York, and an outpouring of generosity and care overwhelmed them. Savia’s roommate’s parents loaned their West End apartment for her recovery (Savia says, “I could never have gotten up the five flights to my apartment after surgery — no way!”); a group of close friends, dubbed “Team Naked” for their intimate clearance status, assembled to support Kitty’s caretaking efforts; and the New York theater community offered encouragement.[pagebreak]

Savia bounced back even faster than her doctors expected. As soon as she was well enough to resume a rehearsal schedule, directing fueled her holistic recovery. “By day, I was a sick person in cardiac rehab,” she recalls. “But by night, in rehearsals, I was the best, healthiest version of myself.”

Ultimately, a positive change of perspective remains. “My priorities became cemented: Let me never again prioritize work over my family and best friends,” Savia says. “And heart surgery taught me to say no to more — to choose only to do things I truly love — yet I’m busier than I ever was before.” Still, she’s hesitant to wax philosophical about the experience “because it was really ugly,” she says. “I have to be true to that.”

Directing remains Savia’s lifeline and her joy. Her directing technique is mature enough to have earned her accolades, opportunities, and awards nearly unheard of for a young director. Savia applied for and, in May, was awarded the Drama League Directors Project fellowship, which will expose her to a vast network of resources and contacts within the theater community and conclude in December. She is one of the youngest recipients ever to receive the fellowship.

In the meantime, Savia made a short Broadway debut in May that has already garnered the attention of producers, and, on temporary leave from the Atlantic this summer, with Pepe’s blessing, she was assistant director for Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night at the Delacorte Theater in Central Park, featuring actress Anne Hathaway in the role of the protagonist, Viola.

None of this success surprises her colleagues or loved ones. From the first few hours of Savia’s life, when her parents called their minister to pray for the dying girl, her will to live — and thrive — has shaped her existence. That attitude, says LaFeber, is essential for someone pursuing a theater career: “It’s a rough business. It’s a hard road, a hard journey, and you don’t just luck into it.”

One day, he hopes to give Savia a job. “Or,” he says, “she’ll give me a job.”

Scare Tactics

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Phil Wolter relies on his art training to design and paint his spooky sets.

Phil Wolter’s Downtown job sites are haunted. His tools of the trade include battered coffins, fake blood, and high-tech monsters, and his employees are a bloodthirsty clan of vampires. He keeps his work under wraps for 11 months of every year, but on fall weekends at the Old Courthouse, spectators wait outside in the chilly evening air, eager to see what Wolter’s dreamed up this year. Wolter, a full-time haunted-house designer, has produced haunted attractions every year since 1980 and currently operates the Olde Courthouse Catacombs and the House of Lecter in Downtown Evansville.

After graduating from the University of Southern Indiana with an art degree, Wolter, an Evansville native, was hired to design a haunted house on the Evansville State Hospital campus for a fundraiser. “It really was intended for one season,” he says, “and it went over so well the superintendent hired me full-time.” For the next 14 years, Wolter led activities and an art therapy program for patients, and he created increasingly elaborate haunted attractions that he traces back to a passion for theater. (He has designed shows for Evansville Civic Theatre and area high schools.) With costumes, lighting, makeup, blocking, and special effects, “haunted houses are just another form of theater,” he says.

In 1990, Wolter leased the old Vanderburgh County jail Downtown and operated a haunted house there for five years. In 1995, he moved “13 steps across the street,” he says with a laugh, to the eerie environs of what he now bills as the Olde Courthouse Catacombs. The dirt floors and Roman vaulted ceilings made for a deliciously creepy setting, Wolter decided, not to mention the mysterious events documented by ghost hunters. In 2003, members of the Indiana Ghost Trackers visited the catacombs and grew thoroughly spooked when their compass began to spin in a complete circle. Digging into the dirt floor directly beneath the compass, they found only an old whiskey bottle filled with crumbling, 1920s-era newspaper clippings — all detailing brutal murders.

Two blocks away, Wolter found a similarly spooky location: the historic building at 325 Main St., built in 1874, which he bought in 2000 as the setting for his House of Lecter. Wolter describes the Olde Courthouse Catacombs and House of Lecter as “two haunted houses, two blocks apart, twice the scare, and one low price.”

Naturally, most people associate haunted houses with Halloween, but they require a yearlong effort for Wolter. “I plan the shows a year ahead. Since 1980, I’ve been working on haunted houses every day,” he says. “When one show ends, another show starts. There’s so much more to the whole thing than meets the average eye.”

Each of Wolter’s haunted houses begins with an original story. This year, visitors will walk through a vampire-themed attraction. Wolter eschews what he calls the “heavy-duty, ‘blood, gore, and guts’-type haunted house” for a smart storyline: This year’s show, “Colin Vale’s Clan,” stems from local history. “There’s a whole story of how Colin Vale got his start — and it’s tied in with the Old Courthouse,” Wolter hints. As the story goes, visitors enter a newly discovered area of the catacombs, ominously littered with caskets, skeleton heads, and a rusted box of wooden stakes. The action continues at the House of Lecter with a vampire ritual and grand finale.

Every year, Wolter issues a casting call for his characters and hires 80 to 90 employees — ranging from 16-year-olds with work permits to older adults who have staffed haunted houses for decades. One of Wolter’s longtime employees is Bubby May of Evansville, who has played characters and worked behind the scenes since 1993. “The best thing,” says May, “is people’s faces when I scare them.” He’s had ample opportunity to do so, playing serial killers Michael Myers from the Halloween slasher films and machete-wielding Jason Voorhees, star of the Friday the 13th series. Most memorable to May, however, was his turn as the captain of a sunken ship. “I had barnacles all around me and white contact lenses in my eyes,” May recalls. “A lot of people turned and ran after they saw me.”

The live actors are the most important part of each show, Wolter emphasizes, but he accents his story with props discovered at the annual TransWorld Halloween and Attractions Show in St. Louis. “When I first started, there were little catalogs where you could get eyeballs or a little bit of makeup,” Wolter says. “Now, there are huge companies that make all kinds of props used in movies.” Trade show vendors sell everything from wristbands and wigs to animatronic monsters costing thousands of dollars. “I’ve got one huge monster this year: It’s what Colin Vale changes into,” Wolter says. “He’s kind of a good guy vampire … but he’s certainly got a nasty side."

Vampire Colin Vale’s story may have been inspired by the popularity of vampires in the hit book and movie series Twilight and HBO show True Blood, but ironically, Wolter says he isn’t fond of horror movies. The veteran haunted-house designer has come a long way since his first attraction nearly 30 years ago, but his philosophy hasn’t changed: To Wolter, haunted houses should be fun, safe, and scary. “I’m not a real big fan of horror films. But I am into theater, and I look at this as a legit form of entertainment,” he says. “What I’m in is the entertainment business.”

Don John: The Man, the Myth, the Legend

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Emie and John Hull

“Don John” is up to his old tricks.

It could also be said, and it would be true, he’s never stopped doing what he does. We — editors of this magazine and most people in Evansville — just didn’t know.

For nearly 20 years, the name John Hull hasn’t been heard much around Evansville. But for the decade of the 1980s and into the 1990s, “Don John,” as the Gibson County farmer was called throughout Central America, dominated local news reporting and captured the interest of national news organizations, politicians, presidents, the native Indians of Costa Rica and Nicaragua, the FBI, and the CIA.

The man who for a decade regaled reporters and anyone who would listen about his wartime adventures was keeping a low profile.

Pam Martin, an executive at Growth Alliance for Greater Evansville, who in 1989 interviewed and reported on Hull for the Sunday Courier & Press, even speculated recently as she drove up U.S. Highway 41 past the Patoka exit (where the Hull family farm sits less than a quarter-mile off the highway) if Hull still was alive.

John Floyd Hull Jr., 88, is indeed alive and talking at his 1,200-acre ranch in a remote area of the Mexican state of Yucatan, in the municipality of Tizimin, where he and his wife of 20 years, Emelia, 42, raise 800 Brahman cattle and have demonstrated a commitment to improving the lives of the native Mayan people who inhabit that region.

Two Evansville residents, John Whinrey, an attorney at Frick Powell LLP, and Ron Huffman, a retired Whirlpool engineer, both members of the Rotary Club of Evansville, recently traveled to the Yucatan to visit with Hull and Emelia (“Emie”).

Soon after their visit, I received a phone call in my office on a Friday afternoon. The strong, clear, congenial voice on the phone said, “Mrs. Tucker, this is John Hull. I want to invite you down to my ranch in Mexico.”

John Hull is up to his old tricks. Those who know him — including his grandson Joe Bammer, who owns and operates GrassMasters Sod Farm on part of the Hull family property in Patoka — say that Hull is doing the same thing in Mexico that he began doing in Costa Rica 40 years ago: carving a ranch out of the jungle and working intently to improve the natives’ lives, chiefly through better medical care.

Martin is not surprised. “It sounds just like John Hull. He’ll have one cause after another — humanitarian. Whether it’s on the political fringes or by himself, he’s going to try to improve lives. It’s his brand of assistance. He’ll always be doing what helps people.”

I took Hull’s invitation to visit his ranch seriously and in early January extended a business trip to San Antonio, Texas, to fly to Cancun, Mexico, where Hull said he and Emie would pick me up. Because the Hulls were in El Salvador when they phoned, I had not been able to reach them again until I was in the airport.

“We’re so pleased you’re coming,” Hull said. “We’ll try not to get you kidnapped.”

A few days later I was greeted by Emie Hull in Cancun. Because my flight was a few hours late and people picking up arriving passengers must wait outside, Hull was resting in the leather-seated Chrysler van. I spotted Emie, a pretty Costa Rican woman with strong features and a bright smile, and we began the 100-mile drive through Cancun and into the interior to the Hull ranch. While the roads in this ancient area of Mexico have been improved in recent years, due largely to the tourism industry centering around Cancun and the ruins of Chichen Itza and Tulum, still the drive takes nearly three hours, giving us plenty of time to get acquainted as we stopped several times to see the beach, to eat, and to buy fruit, Mexican pastries, and tortillas.

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Early Adventures

John Floyd Hull Jr. learned about adventure early in his life. He was born Oct. 20, 1920, in Princeton, Ind., the second of two sons. Both parents had college degrees; his mother taught school, and his father was a county agricultural extension agent.

Hull’s father was outspoken against the Ku Klux Klan and, as a result, had a hard time finding a job in Southern Indiana. But he was able to find a job in Dubois County, where John Jr. started school at age 4.

When Hull’s father landed a job as the Vanderburgh County extension agent, the family moved to 715 Washington Ave., and Hull attended Stanley Hall and Bosse High School before enrolling in Evansville College at the age of 17. Always popular, he told me he beat out Vance Hartke, who would later become a U.S. senator, for senior class president.

Hull studied at Evansville College before enrolling in the federal government’s civil pilot training program. He took pilot courses in Evansville and Indianapolis and was selected to take instructor and acrobatic courses.

In 1940, he joined his older brother, J.D., in California where he trained pilots for the U.S. Army Air Corps, the forerunner of the Air Force. There, Hull taught flying for a year before he was drafted by the Army for occupational duty in Germany. Demonstrating the willfulness and resourcefulness that define him, he persuaded the Army to release him and went to Canada to join the Royal Air Force. Hull says he wanted to fly planes instead of being stationed in Germany. Soon he was flying B-24 bombers from Canada to India. He claims to have held the Guinness World Record for the fastest halfway-around-the-world flight in 1941.

At the expansive Yucatan ranch home he and Emie built six years ago, Hull displays on the walls framed photographs of the pilots he taught in California, a handsome photo of himself flying a B-24, and a framed newspaper clipping from the Evansville Courier Journal, dated Jan. 26, 1936, that featured his mother, Anna Clark Hull. In the story, on the occasion of the death of King George V of England, Hull’s mother recalled 25 years earlier when she was presented at the court of the king and Queen Mary.

Also on the wall of the ranch home is a widescreen high-definition television. A satellite dish, borrowed from their Gibson County property, receives programs broadcast from the U.S. While Emie manages the daily operations of the ranch and its employees — including cowboys, Portofirio and Ruben, and maid, Helda — Hull takes care of business from his recliner and watches Fox News. While his wit is wry and he is quick with a quip, Hull has Parkinson’s disease and a history of heart disease and isn’t as active as he was even at age 70, when, I learned that first night sitting at their dining room table, Hull and Emie fled Nicaragua (prompted by numerous threats on Hull’s life) on foot, climbing over a 4,000-foot mountain in the middle of the night.

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Farming Paradise

About 1949, Hull’s father had left his job in Vanderburgh County to work for the Ford Foundation as a foreign agricultural specialist, which led the Hull family to consider making farming investments in other countries. Hull had become interested in the tropics earlier in the war when he flew bombers from Canada to Central America.

During the 1950s, Hull and his father flew to Central America in their own airplane with soil testing kits to test throughout Central America and into South America. They looked for a location with fertile, mineralized soil; a friendly, pro-American culture; and a stable government. They found that in Costa Rica.

In 1969, Hull was the first American rancher to take up residence in northern Costa Rica. At the peak of his farming operations there, Hull amassed a total of about 12,000 acres under management, nearly all of it in ranches bordering the San Juan River along the Nicaraguan border. Over the years, Hull, and other Americans he persuaded to follow him to Costa Rica (like wealthy Henderson, Ky., farmer and former Army officer, the late George P. Whittington), tamed Costa Rica’s wild frontier, dotting it with cattle, lumber, and citrus industries. Hull became a Costa Rican citizen (today, he holds dual citizenship with the U.S.) and earned the titles of respect: “Don John” or “El Patron” among the locals.

In the Yucatan, Hull still is called “Don John.” At a recent party Emie hosted at the ranch for the schoolchildren of the tiny neighboring village of San Pilar, a little girl asked if she could kiss “Don John.”

“I’ve not had a woman ask to kiss me in 50 years,” Hull joked.

I had read newspaper accounts from the early 1980s suggesting Hull was the most powerful man in Costa Rica. “Was he?” I asked Emie.

“He was. He was a fantastic asset for North America,” Emie says. “John first got very well known for flying in medical supplies.”

Just as his father had an airstrip on their Gibson County property (Evansville residents may remember the sign, “Hull Airport,” along U.S. Highway 41), Hull established grass runways on many of his Costa Rican farms. When neighboring Nicaragua tipped into a full-scale civil war in 1978, Hull began assisting Costa Rican officials by flying in medical supplies and flying out the wounded.

“I’ve grown very fond of the Indians, in Costa Rica and Nicaragua and now here,” Hull says.

Warring in Nicaragua were the Sandinistas and the Contras. The Sandinistas had taken over a repressive regime in 1979, and within a few months, had made known their ties with Cuba and the Soviet Union and vowed to spread communism across Central America. The Contras were formed from dozens of anti-Sandinista battle groups that staged assaults on the new Nicaraguan government from enclaves deep in the eastern Nicaraguan jungle and from neighboring Honduras and Costa Rica, the area of Hull’s ranches.

“The Costa Rican (National) guard were as much against the communists as anyone; so were the El Salvadorans and the Hondurans,” says Hull. “Luckily, there was an awful lot of help from everywhere, especially over in our area — rural people are anti-communist. Your communist agitation comes from people in the big cities, and out there in the North where I was, and the valley rural area, the people donated rice to me and food that I could give to the Contras. The police offered to close any roads I wanted, where they were going to air drop that night. When everyone cooperated, we felt we were stopping the communist movement.”

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Patriot, Romantic, Idealist

What Hull describes are the activities that garnered him national and international attention in the mid-1980s, landed him in a Costa Rican prison in 1989, caused him to be targeted by a high-profile lawsuit, and investigated by U.S. Sen. John Kerry (D-Mass.) for alleged involvement in what became known as the Iran-Contra affair.

While Hull had helped by flying in medical supplies for several years, his involvement in the Nicaraguans’ civil war escalated when the Sandinistas came to him. “They wanted to use my farms as their jump off base against Nicaragua,” Hull says. “I told them to go to hell. I’d heard their story and their leftist propaganda, and I wouldn’t let them come on any of my farms, which put me on their hate list. And they began burning my buildings and killing my cattle.”

Not long after, the Contras approached Hull for aid. “When this guy (Eden) Pastora came along with two or three of his lieutenants (see “Cast of Characters” sidebar) and said they were getting ready to open up the Northern front against the communists,” Hull says, “why, it was pretty natural that I was happy about it and agreed to help.” Because the Contras were backed by the U.S., Hull believes the request to aid the Contras came through the CIA, and thus began his reputation as a CIA operative.

This reputation was reinforced by the congressional testimony of a National Security Council aide to Lt. Col. Oliver North –– widely reported in the press –– that Hull had received $10,000 a month through American-supported Contra groups to finance his activities.  Today Hull admits to being paid $10,000 a month, but the payments lasted only a few months, and he says he spent more than that on fuel, food, medical employees, and wages for the aid.

“I had all the receipts,” Hull says. “And when they brought that up to Washington, this interrogation head, I said, ‘Well, I got $10,000 and I spent $11,000.’ But no one ever mentions that. Except me, I mention that.”

The CIA couldn’t have picked a better guy. Andrew Smith, an Evansville entrepreneur who grew up knowing Hull, describes him: “He’s a cowboy, a romantic, a patriot, an adventurer. He was on the front line against communism — as close as we’ve ever seen to a fight about good versus evil. The shades of gray were not there, so it was a perfect backdrop for these guys — Hull, Whittington, my dad. And they all did it wholeheartedly without regret.”

Smith’s father, Edwin Smith, was a country lawyer from Sebree, Ky., who successfully defended Hull in the Christic Institute lawsuit filed on behalf of journalists Tony Avirgan and Martha Honey, who were present at the 1984 La Penca bombing that allegedly targeted Pastora, a former Sandinista turned Contra leader.  The suit accused Hull, along with 28 others (names that would surface in the Iran-Contra story), of being involved in the bombing. Hull unsuccessfully sued the reporters for defamation and shortly afterward, the Christic Institute brought a $24 million Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act suit, charging the La Penca bombing was a result of a conspiracy carried out since the 1950s outside the control of government oversight. The suit was dismissed days before the trial was to begin. Following an unsuccessful appeal, Christic was ordered to pay over $1 million in court costs for the defendants.

Andrew Smith recalls “crawling around” the terra cotta tile floor of Hull’s Costa Rican ranch house when he was about 3 years old. Later, in 1989, Smith invited Hull to speak to his class at Evansville Day School when he was back in Gibson County.

“I was pretty sure he wore a shoulder holster under his jacket,” Smith remembers.

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Shared Memories

The turning point, where the effort began to sour for Hull, he explains, was when the Sandinistas began a regional peace plan that also required peace talks with the U.S.-backed Contras.

“The U.S. cut off our supplies,” Hull says. “And when they did that, we had wounded in there, and we had no money for fuel, no money for anything. I was running helicopters off of diesel fuel that I had there for the farms. The damn little things; they burn 30 gallons an hour, and it was an hour in and an hour back, and it didn’t take them too long to run through my resources of fuel and money.

“The sad part, then, that really, really affected me was when I had to go in and decide who was going to live and who was going to die. And we took out the ones that could live to fight another day and just left the other guys to die, saying we’d probably be coming back, when we knew damn well we would not. It was really a heartbreaking thing.”

Emelia Leon Hull grew up on a dairy farm — the second youngest of 13 children — on property that borders one of Hull’s ranches and shares the same set of memories with her husband. Hull remembers a “skinny young girl fishing along the river every day,” as twice a week for more than three years, his planes took off and landed with food, medical supplies, weapons, and ammunition. “Emie used to watch the airplanes going, seeing how many left and how many came back when she was just a kid,” Hull recalls.

When the Iran-Contra story broke, Hull’s name was quickly associated with the political scandal in news stories first produced by CBS News and major U.S. newspapers. Costa Rican authorities became less enthusiastic about his support and arrested him on what he calls “trumped up” charges arising from the attempted murder of Pastora at the press conference in La Penca. (The bombing was later tied to an Argentinian.) In 1989, Hull was captured and dragged to prison. During his three-month prison stay, Emie brought him food, essentially saving his life. When Hull’s Costa Rican neighbors bailed him out, he fled Costa Rica for the U.S., bringing Emie with him, eventually arriving back in Gibson County. While there, the Costa Rican government sought his extradition, charging him as a fugitive. The U.S. government refused to honor the request, calling the charges against him “an invention.”

A story on Hull in the May 26, 1991, Washington Post by the late Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist Jack Anderson, ran with the headline, “The Man Washington Doesn’t Want to Extradite.”

For the next nine years, Hull worked to bring the Gibson County farm back to full production; for 25 years it had been rented out, along with the farmhouse Hull’s grandfather built in 1886. Emie, who spoke virtually no English at the time, enrolled in Vincennes University and also obtained a license to pilot a plane. They married in Morristown, Tenn., and bounced around the U.S. and Canada, visiting friends and relatives, including Hull’s daughter Mary Anna Thrall in Fort Collins, Colo.

A veterinarian and a veterinary pathologist, Thrall has taught clinical pathology at Colorado State University for 32 years. She is also a visiting professor at Ross University School of Veterinary Medicine in St. Kitts.

“I had a happy childhood,” Thrall says. “My parents led me to believe that I could do anything I wanted to do. Because of their encouragement, I became a veterinarian when very few women were admitted to veterinary school.”

Thrall, who was born in 1944 in Canada where her father was flying planes for the RAF, says she is very fortunate both of her parents are still alive. Her mother, although divorced from Hull for 20 years, still lives in a stone house Hull built on the Gibson County property; she is looked after by Thrall’s son, Joe Bammer, whose home also is on the family property.

Hull has a son, Johnny, from a long common-law relationship he shared with a Costa Rican woman.

Johnny, Emie says, is a “playboy with big boy toys.” Hull says the Dole Food Co. pays Johnny $150,000 a year to grow pineapples on one-half of his Costa Rican ranch, which his son now owns.

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Rancho IndyMex

Not content to take a backseat to the war that still was waged in Nicaragua, three times after Hull and Emie fled the country for the U.S., they went back into the Nicaraguan war zones.

In 1991, they snuck into the country so Hull could explore some investments to aid the Contras. Because he faced certain assassination if discovered, he asked a friend and former bodyguard to look after Emie while he attended to business. When Hull learned his whereabouts in Nicaragua had been discovered, he sent for Emie and together they left the country for Honduras on foot, climbing a 4,000-foot mountain in the middle of the night.

Life in the Yucatan today isn’t quite so exciting, but not all that different from what Hull has known in the 40 years he’s lived in the tropics.

The Hulls purchased their 3-mile by 1-mile ranch eight years ago and began clearing out the jungle, removing rock, planting grass, installing posts and wire and irrigation, and bulldozing roads to establish their cattle operation, which Emie named (and designed a logo for) “Rancho IndyMex.” They built the attractive, spacious yet utilitarian ranch home six years ago. To thank the Hulls for providing optometry help to the native Mayan population when they first arrived in the Yucatan (something Hull had done years earlier in Costa Rica, as well), local officials offered architectural and engineering help on the design of the home.

A jaguar has entered the home twice, both times through the large picture window in the family room when the Hulls were not inside. Only within the last two years was electricity and phone service established at the ranch. They receive no mail, but the only bill they must regularly pay is the utility bill, and an employee from the utility company drives up and honks the horn to collect it.

“He never gets out of the car,” Emie says, suggesting the utility company employee isn’t keen on the two bull mastiff dogs that guard the property. Daisy and Duke are offspring of Bammer’s bull mastiffs and were shipped from Gibson County to the Yucatan last year via Mexicana Airlines.

While the Hull ranch is not the largest cattle ranch in the Tizimin municipality of the Yucatan, it is the best and most actively managed, according to the veterinarian who regularly visits. Each morning, Emie and the cowboys head out on three of the 15 horses on the ranch to separate the heifers from the cows (the heifers get a special concentrate fed to them) and the calves from the heifers. The morning after I arrived, I saddled up to join them for cowboy duty during a rare steady rain. The area, Hull says, is still very dry entering spring; however, the watermelons and hot peppers, planted in February, are looking good.

In early April the Hulls will return to their Gibson County farm, also called “Rancho IndyMex,” to plant soybeans. Hull plans to again this year drive a tractor. They’ll stay in Southern Indiana until the bean fields are established, before returning to the Yucatan for the summer. They’ll return to Patoka in the fall for harvest.

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Soul Mates

Emie and John Hull are an attractive couple. While he is more than twice her age, their generational differences faded when I met them. They dote on each other, speak to each other endearingly, and worry about each other’s health. She dispenses his medicines before meals, and he worries about the allergies she’s developed in the Yucatan. They’ve not been separated from each other for any length of time since 1991 in Nicaragua, right before they fled the country on foot.

“I’ve not let her out of my sight since then,” Hull says, adding, “Her maiden name was Leon, meaning ‘lion.’ I didn’t know that after she said ‘I do,’ I’d get a tiger.”

Today Emie speaks excellent English and Spanish. Hull speaks Spanish, as well, of course, but they both use English in their home. The natives speak virtually no English, so conversations with employees and villagers are always in Spanish.

It is true that Hull indeed is up to his old tricks. Helping to provide adequate health care to the native populations remains his mission, just as it was in Costa Rica. During my visit with the Hulls, after we finished working with the cattle, we drove to Tizimin, the nearest city (population 70,000), to meet with Eloy Perez, the right-hand man to Jose Peniche, the “presidente” of Tizimin (a position similar to mayor) and Dr. Manuel Rodriguez, the administrator of the hospital. The presidente is a physician, as well as a politician, who is committed to improving the health of the native Mayans. This group, along with Hull and the Rotary Club of Merida (the capital city of the state of Yucatan), is collaborating in an effort to bring an ambulance and other medical equipment to the region.

A Contra Reunion

Last year, Hull and Emie traveled to Washington, D.C., for a Contra reunion. “We talked to Col. North,” Hull says. “We didn’t talk about the past. I was happy to see what was left (of the Contra regime). There were probably 15 guys there, the ex-leaders, and there had been 100 or so when the thing started. That was sort of sad.”

Andrew Smith speculates on what Hull thinks today. “I would think Hull has to take a look around and think the fight is over.”

Leftist parties have won elections in many Central American countries. In Nicaragua, President Daniel Ortega is a member of the socialist Nicaraguan political party and was returned to power in 2006, after first serving as president during the Contra war, from 1985 to 1990.

Still, “it’s been a lot of fun,” Hull says. “I can’t complain. I’m just a clodhopper from Gibson County. I got to go places and see things that I only dreamed about. And it didn’t take me too long to figure out that everyone was as confused as I was.”

A Big Hull

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The feature story for the March/April 2009 issue of Evansville Living, “Don John: The Man, the Myth, the Legend,” revealed the struggles of John Hull, a Southwest Indiana farmer who divides his time between his crops in Posey County and Yucatan, a Mexican state. Then, Hull had tapped the Rotary Club of Evansville to help bring medical equipment to the underdeveloped parts of the Yucatan jungle in the Tizimin municipality, and Rotary members, led by John Whinrey and Ron Huffman, were raising funds.

After Jason Blue read the story, the inspired vice chair of the St. Mary’s Foundation board knew who to ask for help: Tom Lilly, senior vice president of St. Mary’s Foundation Operations, an organization dedicated to expanding the healthcare ministry of St. Mary’s Medical Center. Lilly called St. Mary’s president and CEO Tim Flesch. In one day, Blue says, the Yucatan people had a new ambulance, donated by the American Medical Response, and over the next year, St. Mary’s donated more than $1 million in medical equipment.

“The project is bigger than one or two shipments,” says Blue. “A big key is we are trying to focus on things that are sustainable. We don’t want to fix things temporarily.” One example: Yucatan medical professionals at an already existing clinic will use this ambulance. “They’re willing to go (to the jungle),” Blue says, and they stopped medical care there due to lack of equipment.

A problem remains. Shipping large equipment into a foreign country involves much governmental red tape, says Blue. Those difficulties have left the ambulance in Evansville, but since September 2010, Blue and other longtime Rotary supporters of the project have had reason to believe the medical equipment soon would reach Yucatan after Hull and his wife Emie visited Evansville with Jose Dolores Mezo Peniche, president of Tizimin, and a host of other Mexican dignitaries. Peniche made several stops in Evansville to thank donors and promised the medical equipment soon would make a practical impact. Blue says: “We’re further along than we’ve ever been.”

Half Full

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I remember a great day in my early childhood in “old” Newburgh when the freshly poured cement was (finally!) dry around the brand-new basketball court and goal installed in my family’s backyard. With new lighting (a single fixture with two spots), hour after hour could be spent doing what millions of other Hoosier youth did while growing up: shooting hoops.

Many Saturday nights were filled with jump shots over the outstretched fingertips of a certain future Newburgh chiropractor while imagining I was playing for the University of Evansville. I suddenly became Curt John (Curt, that’s painful to admit), Irvin “Digger” Graves, Rick Coffey, Steve Welmer, and John Wellemeyer while Marv Bates and Jiggs DeVault did their legendary radio broadcasts, and I never missed the last-second shot at the horn. Little did I know that my early affinity for UE basketball would grow into a slew of terrific relationships and a very special fondness for the university that actually ended up conferring a degree to me at a later (much later!) date.

So I am very excited that Thomas Kazee was inaugurated as UE’s 23rd president on Oct. 2. The exceptionally nice event in the Sesquicentennial Oval, which never looked better, completed a whirlwind week of special events and activities. Also included were the visits by numerous special guests and dignitaries from across the nation.

Kazee was selected after an exhaustive search to replace Stephen Jennings, who retired after nine years of what only can be defined as extraordinary leadership both at the university and community level. By all accounts, the Jennings’ years will be difficult to follow.

So with good fortune, I think the university has found an excellent team in Tom and Sharon Kazee. I have spent time with them on multiple occasions and find them to be warm and engaging with a tremendous passion for education and the university.

The role our universities play in this community is to interact well with the business sector and with our community. I think we are incredibly fortunate to have UE to help make up that strong fabric. And if you look at the tremendous growth and outreach of the University of Southern Indiana and Ivy Tech Community College, our region certainly has been fortunate to have higher education of this caliber in our midst.

So in the middle of a nasty political season with the incessant bickering of local politicians and wags who don’t much like the way anything in our fair city is accomplished, excuse me for taking a minute to point out how fortunate we are to have the educational assets that exist right here. This glass is definitely half full.

As always, I look forward to hearing from you.

Regards,

Todd A. Tucker
Publisher

Coach Tony Lewis

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Coach Tony Lewis returned to the Reitz Bowl, the home field of the Panthers football team, in 2008 after six seasons in Ohio.

When Reitz High School football Coach John Hart announced his resignation last year, after leading the team to an undefeated season and a state championship, the Reitz faithful held their collective breath awaiting who would continue the tradition-rich football program. The Reitz administration tapped Tony Lewis, who served a decade as a Reitz assistant coach before leaving in 2000 to head a high school program in Wheelersburg, Ohio. His six seasons at Wheelersburg and respected reputation at Reitz proved valuable experience as he led the Panthers to a 9-2 record, only losing a close sectional championship game in his first year. Here, Lewis — a central Indiana native first lured to Evansville to coach with his former high school coach, then-Reitz football Coach Bob Gaddis — reveals his reasons to return, his reflections on his first year, and the thrills he feels from this football-fanatic city.

City View: What about Evansville convinced you to return to the city?
Tony Lewis: There were a lot of things that brought us back. My wife’s family is from Evansville. We had our daughter here. I lived on the West Side for 10 years. I loved the people who I met and enjoyed the West Side. It has its own unique qualities and traditions. That’s what made it special to me, and that’s what made me want to come back. The tradition of Reitz football — and being able to be a part of that again — was a big lure.

CV: How does it feel to be part of that tradition?
TL: I was here as an assistant when Reitz won its 500th game, and it was neat to be here as a head coach for the 600th win. As we tell our kids, they, along with myself and the rest of the staff, are a small part of the Reitz football tradition. It’s not a right to coach and play here. It’s a privilege and an honor, and you’re going to have to treat it as such. That means you’re going to have to work extra, extra hard to uphold the high expectations that go along with being a part of the Reitz football program.

CV: As a coach, what is it like to experience game days in Evansville?
TL: Football Fridays here are special. For big games against Mater Dei High School, our West Side rival, I can expect 7,000 to 10,000 people in the Reitz Bowl. That’s a unique setting for high school football, and it’s something that makes Reitz special.

CV: What were the challenges of leading a team that lost 30 seniors after an undefeated season?
TL: Coach Ron Hart did an unbelievable job and led Reitz to their first state championship under the current playoff format. That was pressure unto itself. He did a great job building the program up to what people expected it to be. But I’d rather be at a place that expected you to do well than a place that doesn’t have high expectations. It’s all in the way you look at it, and it makes you work that much harder.

Is there a waterfall on the Rocky Falls Campground?

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In 1985, Randy Johnston explored 25 West Side acres. Impressive rock formations, quiet ponds, and fish-filled lakes were hidden throughout the woods, He bought the property with his father, Clyde (now deceased). “Go buy it,” Clyde simply said.

The Johnston men, both contractors, had never purchased this much land. They weren’t avid campers either, but inspired by the landscape, the two thought the property would make a good place for Tri-Staters to hike, fish, camp, and relax without leaving the region. Five years after their purchase, they opened a small campground, christened Skull Mountain because a sandstone formation resembled a skull.

In 1995, Skull Mountain got a facelift: Randy and Clyde placed a pump at a natural spring to push water to the top of a 30-foot cliff. The pump is expensive to run, explains Randy, so it’s used intermittently. On each night between Memorial Day and Labor Day, the pump is activated from 7-10 p.m., and water tumbles from the sandstone rocks into a small pond below, creating a waterfall. The ominous name of Skull Mountain was changed to Rocky Falls Campground.

Surrounded by 45 campsites, Hildred and Lowell Thurman, the campground managers, have lived at Rocky Falls for 12 years. Lowell runs a tight ship, Randy says. He follows drivers going too fast and warns them to slow down. He demands visitors keep camping areas tidy. He points to RVs around the campground, identifying occupants by name, remembering pets and occupations. Some visitors park their RVs year-round while others have stayed for six years. It’s because, Lowell says, “this has got character.”

Located off Indiana Highway 62, Rocky Falls Campground straddles the county line of Vanderburgh and Posey. 11901 Deer Run, 812-746-7907, rockyfallsrvpark.com

A Calculated Pitch

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A Civic Center conference room is packed on a steamy Wednesday night — so crowded close to 20 spectators have spilled into the hallway. In a half hour, that number grows to 40. People distribute “Stop Nature Abuse: Save Wesselman Park” stickers; a woman holds a sign reading “Anywhere Else Please!” They’re there to see the presentation given by the Evansville Convention & Visitors Bureau to the Board of Park Commissioners.

So loud is the opposition, it’s hard to hear the reason for the meeting: to inform Evansvillians of The Park, a CVB-proposed baseball and softball complex and recreation area that will sit where Roberts Stadium, which will become vacant upon completion of a new Downtown arena in late 2011, and its parking lot now stand. The meeting offers full disclosure on the estimated $18 million project that will boast eight ball fields for tournament and community use and include renovations to all existing basketball, handball, and sand volleyball courts at Wesselman Park as well as improvements to the playground and walking and biking trails.

The meeting shows Evansville has a rare opportunity in the Roberts Stadium and Wesselman Park property, says David Dunn, a longtime member of the CVB board: “If we develop here, it will be one of the most unique complexes in the nation.” The CVB has named the site its top choice for several reasons; its proximity to retailers and amenities, they say, will help stimulate an estimated $10 million in spending each year and appeal to tournament visitors. Plus, the site provides a chance to fuse the complex with an already family-friendly park as well as improve existing recreational facilities, some of which — as pictures from the presentation demonstrated — regrettably are in need of a facelift: basketball backboards without rims, broken bleachers, ripped fences, and inoperable batting cages.

The well-attended Sept. 15 gathering was at once successful, stressful, and timely. In an effort to make all aspects of the project transparent, the CVB brought in experts to discuss the proposed park’s light, traffic, water, and noise consequences. Among the speakers were Patrick Robinson, a lighting engineering specialist with Iowa-based Musco Lighting; Doye Cox, an environmental noise consultant with Barge, Waggoner, Sumner, & Cannon in Tennessee; Rusty Yeager, a noise specialist with Evansville’s Bernardin, Lochmueller & Associates (BLA); Keith Lochmueller, CEO and traffic planner with BLA; Jim Farny, a lead civil engineer with BLA; Jeremy Kieffner, a wetland biologist with BLA; Tom Cervone, a project environmental lead principal with BLA; and Kevin Eastridge, an owner, principle broker, and president with F.C. Tucker Emge Realtors. They said the statistics show the environmental impact on the area will remain neutral and even lessen in some respects.

Some view the meeting as means to voice confusion — “It’s too technical,” one man says — but many who approach the microphone to address the CVB say they still cannot help feeling left out of the process. One woman questions the CVB’s judgment. Why not an aquarium? Or an expansion of the green space Wesselman Park offers? Why not just leave Roberts Stadium as it is?

Developing the Project

Six years ago, before plans for the Downtown arena had surfaced, the CVB contemplated its next big project and tried to answer these same questions. “What we realized,” says Dunn, “was the lack of attractions in Vanderburgh County causing people to make a conscious decision to not come to our community.”

The board held public forums and considered numerous possibilities — from building an aquarium to an indoor swimming pool to creating a Riverwalk along Main Street. With the aid of a consultant, the board found the most promising prospect in youth sports, specifically baseball and softball. Dunn and other members paid visits to cities in the region with similar facilities — Owensboro, Ky.; Bloomington, Ind.; Memphis, Tenn.; and Birmingham, Ala.; to name a few — and surveyed the results. “I’ve visited so many complexes that I can’t even remember them all,” Dunn says. “But the story’s all the same. They’re flourishing.”[pagebreak]

One such park, the more than $12 million Summit of Softball Complex in Chattanooga, Tenn., has had a warm reception since its completion last year; a recent national softball tournament held there brought in $3 million in tax revenue, giving the city a boost. “It’s been absolutely fabulous,” says Matt Stovall, a landscape architect whose engineering firm, Barge, Waggoner, Sumner & Cannon, handled that project and will be assigned to execute The Park if the proposal passes. Coming from a city that has seen successful and smooth development — “I’ve never had any opposition to any of our park projects,” he says — Stovall is puzzled by the resistance to The Park. “I think it’s going to be a great asset for the community,” he says.

As part of its plan, the CVB will cover the estimated $1.5 million needed to tear down Roberts Stadium and remove the 28 acres of asphalt once the transition to the Downtown arena is complete. The CVB will fund the construction and maintenance of The Park through the innkeeper’s tax at no burden to personal property taxpayers.

Environmental Impact

But what worked in Chattanooga might be another story for Evansville, as Dunn and the CVB have recognized. The location of the potential complex is at once ideal and problematic. Residents on Boeke Road, which borders Wesselman Park’s west side, have voiced concerns about how the light, noise, and traffic generated by an eight ball field complex will affect their quality of life after Roberts Stadium — a venue with more than 50 years of memories — is replaced.

Perhaps the fiercest criticism comes from those concerned about the impact to Wesselman Park and specifically the 200-acre Wesselman Woods Nature Preserve, a nationally recognized landmark and sanctuary for trees and wildlife. The urban forest, which includes more than six miles of walking trails and trees estimated to be nearly 300 years old, is federally protected and will not be touched. Still, preserve supporters consider it a commodity too precious to take lightly. “We’re so cautious with the woods because you can’t get another one,” says Gil Himebaugh, president of the Wesselman Nature Society’s board of directors. “It’s there and it’s valuable and it’s irreplaceable.”

These issues are what make the numbers — though tedious — matter most. The CVB’s environmental impact studies reveal that replacing the 1970s-era field lighting with a sophisticated system will generate nearly three times as much light on the field and significantly reduce spill light and glare on Wesselman Woods and homes on Boeke Road. As for potential noise created by tournament play, consultants predict that on average, levels will remain the same, thanks in part to a user-friendly public-address system that will not exceed a set decibel level. Traffic noise stands to decrease at least 10 decibels when comparing tournament traffic noise to that generated by large events at Roberts Stadium. And surface runoff caused by the 28.4 acres of parking lot will drop considerably with The Park’s additional green space and rain gardens that help retain storm water.

The plan calls to add 316 trees, which means nine new trees will be added for every one removed. And Dunn insists that the complex only can improve the property value of homes along Boeke Road. “Hopefully, we’ve been able to demonstrate that the impact to them will be positive,” he says.

Himebaugh says that the study results eased his apprehensions about the future of the preserve. “Since we have facts to deal with now, we can more accurately say that we see no damage to the woods greater than what already exists,” he says, adding that the Wesselman Nature Society has no place to comment on the merits of the complex itself. “This has been a frustration even among our members. They want us to take a position on the ball fields,” he says. “We can’t do that … It’s almost a neutral position, but it’s as good as we can do.”

Richard Vernier of the Evansville Audubon Society — a conservation group that also looks after the well-being of the preserve — says that although many members would prefer picnic space to ballpark space, he’s “favorable” toward the proposal. “This is not bad because they’ve taken into consideration a lot of the concerns that we had,” he says of the CVB’s efforts.[pagebreak]

An early version of the proposal, for example, called for a practice area for players in proximity to the woods. Supporters of the preserve concerned about excessive noise spoke up, and the CVB changed the space to a gathering area. The CVB made another compromise in agreeing to distance the new basketball courts from the Good Samaritan Home, a long-term care facility near the current entrance to Wesselman Park. “The CVB has been very cooperative about making the changes that have been suggested,” Himebaugh says.

Budget Concerns & Economic Effect

At the meeting, the crowd claps in agreement as Parks Board president Steve Bohleber expresses his concerns about the project’s “astronomical” $18 million price tag. Board member Jay Ritter has a similar worry. “Looks to me like we’re betting the house that this will work,” he says. The product is worth the cost, Dunn believes. “Because of the degree of quality we want to maintain with this project,” he says, “it does require a majority of that revenue stream to pay down that debt.”

The CVB, which has spent $8.5 million on smaller community projects in recent years, thinks such an investment will be worth it. Based on benchmark studies of hotel and industry revenue generated from similar projects, the CVB believes that the complex will deliver a big payoff, bringing significant and direct returns to the local economy to the tune of at least $10 million per year. And the boost tournament visitors provide to retailers, hotels, and restaurants will have a positive, though gradual, ripple effect throughout the community. The complex’s potential as an “economic engine,” Dunn says, helps justify its price tag, which the CVB promises cannot and will not exceed $18 million. “There’s no question: $18 million sounds like a lot of money,” Dunn says. “It is a lot of money.” But with that sum, the CVB aims to create a high quality and competitive attraction that, if successful, will set the standard for development in the area as “a catalyst for future improvements.”

Still, a makeshift, grassroots organization, the Wesselman Park Support Group, routinely posts letters and notes on its webpage, www.wesselmanparksupportgroup.org, that suggest “the ball complex is purely commercial” — a tourism cash cow for the city and a facility enjoyed primarily by visitors who leave Evansville just as quickly as they arrive.

“That is the furthest thing from the truth,” Dunn says. “There’s no question that there is an economic benefit to this development. However, the majority of play is going to be enjoyed by the locals, and it’s a public park.” Tournaments will take place on weekends, he says, while adult and youth leagues and all community residents will have access during the workweek. “When you look at who’s going to use this park,” Dunn says, “it really is the community that will be the main benefactor.”

Sherman Stevens, the head organizer for the Wesselman Park Support Group, opposes the current proposed location and declined to be interviewed for this article. But in a letter posted in response to the Sept. 15 meeting on the group’s website, the price tag is one chief concern: “There are great differences between needs and wants, especially in these economic times, and it is not hard to make a list of needs that Evansville has, even within the context of tourism and conventions, that should come before these commercial baseball fields.”

What’s Next

The project is no guarantee just yet. Standard procedure for developments of this kind requires the Board of Park Commissioners to first agree to lease the property. Then, the CVB will look to the county council, county commission, county redevelopment commission, and area planning commission for approval. If the proposal passes, the CVB hopes to break ground on the project in late summer 2011 and begin work on the Roberts Stadium campus in November, when the city has plans to make a full transition to the Downtown arena.

Until then, Dunn says the CVB must keep returning to fundamental questions and doubts community members continue to express: Does the community truly want this park? Does its location and purpose make sense for Evansville? “If it doesn’t, those are the wishes of the community. While we would strongly disagree with it, we would accept it. And if it does,” Dunn says, “we’re ready to move forward.”

For More on The Park
To view studies and presentations about the proposed sports and recreation complex, ask questions, provide feedback, and review frequently asked questions, visit www.theparkevansville.com, a website maintained by the Evansville Convention & Visitors Bureau.

Baby Proof

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The child Bob Titzer is working with points to her nose after reading his flashcard.

Robert Titzer never wanted to be on television, yet his journey to infomercials began when his wife, Thea, told him she was pregnant in 1990. Nine months later, Aleka was his firstborn, a pivotal moment for the Evansville native with a passion for learning how people learn. Titzer had a busy life new parents know well: He worked, cleaned house, cooked, and paid bills.

When Aleka was three months and eight days old, Titzer held a sheet of paper with the letters C L A P. He read the word and clapped. He had several other flashcards: face, laugh, and pointing. Some words repeated several times, and Aleka sat in her high chair giving no indication she knew what her father was doing. The next day, the two repeated their session. He wanted to work with her every day, but when he was too busy, he made a video with the same tutorial. “It was not that great of a video,” Titzer admits.

He continued for six weeks — working one-on-one when he could, playing the video when he couldn’t — until distracted, he played the video without sound. Before he could correct his mistake, a picture of a foot came on the screen, and the almost five-month-old Aleka pointed to her foot. Titzer thought she had memorized the order of the words. He shuffled the flashcards randomly, and Aleka recognized numerous words

By 18 months old, Aleka looked at a card with the letter B, and she said, “Buh.” Then, the letter T, and she said, “Tee.” Finally, she saw T I O N and said, “Shun.” As though the whole thing wasn’t weird enough, Aleka figured out how to read phonetically. Titzer never taught her that.

The premise seems — to say it politely — different to skeptics. Babies cry. Babies sleep. Babies poop. What Titzer says: Babies learn. He earned a master’s degree in motor learning at Pennsylvania State University, and at Indiana University, Titzer focused on infant development and received a doctorate in human performance. He credits his work at those universities as the inspiration for his program. At IU’s infant development program, he studied hundreds of babies, and he knew infants produce tens of thousands of new brain connections every second. Those connections mean the baby learns with little effort; the brain already is doing the work. So Titzer thought his baby could either watch the ceiling fan rotate or watch a video about reading. When Aleka did read, everyone, including his colleagues, believed Titzer’s firstborn simply was special. When his second daughter Keelin was born, he played the same video and saw the same results, and he was confident babies could learn to read before they learned to speak.

Titzer soon launched his business, the California-based Your Baby Can, and more than a decade later, millions of videos have been sold. But he has his doubters, who have a list of offenses: Babies memorize words in the videos, babies shouldn’t be forced to read, and babies should just be babies. Sherry Boyd, an associate professor of teacher education at the University of Southern Indiana, has questions about the program made by Titzer, a USI alum with a bachelor’s degree in communications. “We certainly want to give children rich environments,” Boyd says, “but why do babies need to read?”

The first independent study on the Your Baby Can multi-sensory, interactive education series will be published this fall. The results — Titzer expects — should reduce the number of doubters, and the study will show how babies who learned to read developed through their adolescence. It will be further proof, he believes, for babies to read loudly and proudly.[pagebreak]

Loud and proud was the demeanor of the late Billy Mays, known as the infomercial king of “as seen on TV” gadgets. To market the product, Titzer’s become a reluctant paid-programming staple. He’s on hundreds of times a week throughout the country and abroad. “In order to reach people,” Titzer says, “we needed to show more than a 30-second commercial.”

Titzer is not Mays. Mays’ voice boomed, he developed tacky phrases (“Double or triple stack them and watch your family attack them!”), and he attracted attention with a slaphappy thumbs up. On TV, Titzer looks focused, and he uses an indoor voice. He moves his hands slowly and with purpose. Mays wanted to be on TV; Titzer never asked for the task. Mays was a face hired to promote products he didn’t create. Titzer is the creator of this educational tool.

His infomercials showcase real parents with real babies reading. On the Internet, scores of videos demonstrate the talents of 2-year-olds raised on Your Baby Can, and Titzer hails from academia where research is king. Since his company began, he’s led studies on the effects Your Baby Can has had on children, but he developed this program less than two decades ago, which hasn’t given much time to review the long-term influence it’s had on children.

Sesame Street is 41 years old — enough time for the hit children’s television series to have affected children’s learning habits. Plenty of today’s smart adults visited Big Bird and his fuzzy friends when they were kids, except this generation isn’t even watching the Street, at least not as much as their predecessors. Ratings champions SpongeBob, Thomas the Tank Engine, and Dora the Explorer have replaced Ernie, Elmo, and Oscar the Grouch. Those shows entertain more than teach, Titzer says.

Sesame Street came during a time when the chairman of the Federal Communications Commission wanted television to teach children something, anything. He thought programming was a “vast wasteland.” At the time, scientists made a new discovery about learning: Babies could be shaped by early experiences, and educators largely ignored preschool learning as an age too early to develop minds. An experimental psychologist, Lloyd Morrisett, thought differently and convinced the government to spend millions to create an educational program. After Sesame Street debuted, children as young as 2 years old could count to 20. The show captivated the nation, and then President Richard Nixon wrote a letter calling it “one of the most promising experiments in television history.”

When the mid-1990s hit, Titzer believed children could read at a younger age than toddlers, and for the guy who doesn’t teach with cuddly Muppets, Titzer received online videos from handheld cameras mocking his product. A few parodies: “Your Senior Citizen Can Read” or “Your Dog Can Read.” A letter from the president of the United States praising Titzer’s work never came.

Outside the U.S. is where the Your Baby Can program sees much success, and dedication to education is one reason China’s economy is on the rise, Titzer believes. In August, China surpassed Japan as the second largest economy in the world, trailing only the United States. Economists believe China’s achievement, a $1.33 trillion second quarter in 2010, is more concrete evidence that the Asian country with a billion people will be a new economic superpower. The smarter a country’s citizens, the better off the country, says Titzer, who’s seen videos of warehouses filled with bootleg copies of Your Baby Can in China.

American parents look to inspire a love of learning in their children’s lives at early ages, too — perhaps not as early, though. Valerie Bostick says learning begins prenatally. Bostick admits she is unfamiliar with the Your Baby Can program, but as the director of early childhood education for the Evansville Vanderburgh School Corporation, she wants children to have the best possible start when it’s time for kindergarten. “School should provide a place for children to be cared for, to be safe, and to achieve academically,” Bostick says. “If you want your child to do that in school, you start preparing them in your home.” One way Bostick recommends developing reading skills is through experience. Take the child to the zoo, for example, and then read about the zoo. The more a child experiences, the easier reading becomes.[pagebreak]

This approach seems familiar to Ashley and Matthew Willett of Evansville. In February 2009, Ashley gave birth to their first child, Austin. Shortly after, she caught an episode of The Doctors, a nationally syndicated TV show featuring the advice of four attractive medical professionals. The guest on that episode was Titzer, and his interview sparked her interest in the program. When Austin sometimes kept Ashley up, she realized that the middle of the night offered plenty of infomercials, especially for Your Baby Can. When she asked friends who had older children about today’s education system, she learned kindergarten had evolved. “I could not believe how much more they were doing than when I was in kindergarten,” says Ashley, a Deaconess Hospital medical technologist. “I wanted to do something to help him be ready.”

At two months old, Austin sat in front of the television for his first 15-minute introductory program. Initially, Your Baby Can was a quick way for Ashley to catch up on her life — like taking a quick shower — while her son gazed at a video. He progressed through the five-video series, giggling as he watched one a day. As busy, full-time employees, the Willetts used the program’s flash cards when time allowed. It wasn’t mandatory learning. Then, “we started to do them a lot,” Ashley says, “because he would laugh and laugh and laugh every time we brought the flash cards out. He thought they were so funny.”

One day on the couch, a six-month-old Austin greeted his mother, “Hi,” a word he learned from Your Baby Can. By 18 months (Austin’s age at the time of the interview), he could read words for colors, body parts, animals, and more — nearly 40 words. Because numerous animals are in the videos, the Willetts take Austin to the zoo to share the experience with the words he knows.

That’s why babies should read because as they grow up, “they read so quickly, they remember what they’ve read, they comprehend what they’ve read, they read better than I will ever read,” Titzer says. “It’s not related to IQ. It’s related to efficiency of brain development.”

Today, Titzer’s first child, Aleka, is a 19-year-old in her second year at University College London and “retains information at a level that is completely unheard of,” Titzer says. “So whatever on earth she is doing in her life, she has advantages that are very large.” His second child, Keelin, 16, is quick, too, and she already is a senior in high school in California.

Ashley Willett thinks Your Baby Can is a big boost. “If we (had time) to work the program exactly as we are supposed to,” Ashley says, “I cannot imagine how much more he would know. I keep having my son do this because it’s not hard for him. He thinks it’s easy.”

For more on Your Baby Can, visit www.yourbabycan.com.

The First Full Week in October

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It’s not that I think there is anything wrong with pronto pups and cotton candy… and I confess to have eaten more than my fair share of “extreme foods” – brain sandwiches, chocolate-covered crickets and deep-fried candy bars – in my years of traveling the circuit of food booths at the West Side Nut Club Fall Festival. Evansvillians know that eating our way down West Franklin Street during the first full week of October is an iconic experience that marks the end of summer much more so than Labor Day ever does.

But increasingly in this era of health-conscious eating, I’ve felt the need to stand in defense of the so-called cholesterol-drenched festival more than ever before. My theory is that the Fall Festival is a victim of “bad press,” which through the years has failed to place proper priority on items with more substance and soul than shock value. I say that because I find myself too often engaged with people who sneer at the festival, calling it a “grease fest.” While I’ve gorged myself on Texas tenderloins, fried corn fritters, funnel cakes and fudge – all washed down with a cold, refreshing Ski – the truth is that there is more to the Fall Festival dining experience than a menu of items fried in fat, covered in chocolate, and then dipped in gravy. To swear off the Fall Festival simply because you think – mistakenly – that it’s a precursor for a heart attack is to deprive yourself of not only all the fun food finds, but also an essential Evansville experience.

The latter point should not be underestimated. Now in its 86th year, the Fall Festival is about so much more than just the food. Over the course of six days, some 200,000 people descend on West Franklin Street to enjoy the carnival rides and an array of events, from the crowning of the festival king and queen to the amateur-hour talent contest. Parking can be a chore and the crowds can induce claustrophobia, but the sheer parade of people from all walks of life is part of the entertainment – an aspect of the festival that should be embraced, not shunned. Another nice benefit: All the food booths are manned by local non-profit organizations – churches, neighborhood associations, social service agencies, youth organizations, and such – that use the profits made at the Fall Festival to support the good work they do.

Still, it is about the food, which brings me back to my original point: Given that there are more than 125 food booths at the Fall Festival, there is a feast of options, a bountiful buffet from which to choose beyond the standard festival fare. It takes planning, patience, and a willing palette to discover the best of it, but here’s a guide – based on my many years of Fall Festival foraging – to get you started.

German Potato Salad
St. Peter’s United Church of Christ • Booth #100
I am starting off with one of my favorite and possibly one of the most underrated of all of the under-the-radar edibles at the Fall Festival. This is an addicting sweet-and-sour combination of vinegar, sugar, onions, and potatoes lovingly prepared from a traditional recipe by the ladies of St. Peter’s UCC. It comes in a large and small size depending on whether you consider it a main course or appetizer and since the weather is very unpredictable in early October, it can be ordered hot or cold. Although it can be a bit more refreshing served cold if the weather is warm, it has much more depth of flavor if they warm it up for you. Don’t miss out on this delicacy.

African Peanut Chicken
Unitarian Universalist Church • Booth #13
If you need proof that food can be an aphrodisiac, then make sure to buy a plate of the African Peanut Chicken from the good folks at the Unitarian Universalist Church booth. The recipe was concocted by a church member eager to impress a woman he long adored. One taste of this crock-pot delicacy and you’ll see why. The chicken is slow cooked in a smooth, creamy, and delicious African-style peanut-based sauce with a hint of heat. Once the chicken is falling-off-the-bone tender, it’s removed, shredded and mixed with the sauce, then served over a heaping portion of white rice. The dish is topped with a sprinkling of crushed peanuts for a nice crunchy contrast to the sauce. Those who have had the heavenly combination of peanut and chicken know how good it is, but if you are unsure, ask for a taste, but go ahead and have your money out because you’ll definitely want more.[pagebreak]

Jamaican Jerk Chicken
Bosse High School Band • Booth #91
When you have the right mix of spices and a good marinade, there’s no need for heavy sauce or thick, fatty, deep-fried breading. The band boosters at Bosse High School prove this theory to perfection with their Jamaican Jerk Chicken. They start with bite-sized pieces of dark-meat chicken (they know the best flavor and texture is in the dark meat) and then marinate it in classic Caribbean spices like cinnamon, garlic, and clove before grilling it for that unmistakable charred flavor. They serve the pieces in a cup with a toothpick to make it easy to eat while you hunt for your next dish.

Smoked Turkey Leg
Evansville Lutheran School • Booth #46
As if to prove that deep-frying isn’t the only cooking method known to West Siders, volunteers from the Evansville Lutheran School serve up a prehistoric-sized portion of smoked turkey leg. The staggering size is part of its beauty, but I’m not suggesting you eat the whole thing at once. In fact, I recommend not eating any of it–at least not at the festival. Instead, order your turkey leg “to go” when you’re ready to walk back to your car. The accommodating folks in the booth will pack it in a thick layer of foil so you can reheat in the oven later for killer leftovers. A thick layer of skin keeps moisture inside during its time in the hot box. Just peel off the skin to find succulent meat smoked to a beautiful, pink perfection. Shred it and add to a green salad; put it on a sandwich; or add it to store-bought vegetable stock and egg noodles for a quick and easy smoked turkey soup. It’s worth the effort.

Bavarian Spiced Almonds
United Caring Shelter • Booth #16
Sweet and crunchy, these nutty treats will satisfy your sugar craving, and because almonds are full of vitamin E, they’re also nutritious. To make the Bavarian spiced almonds, volunteers who support the shelter make sure the almonds are roasted just right, coated lightly in oil, and then tossed in a delicious cinnamon and sugar mixture until the dark exterior of the nuts sparkle with a thin layer of sugary goodness. They are served in folded parchment for easy carrying. It’s a dessert that’s healthy and delicious, so eat up!

Sunflower Bread with Strawberry Butter
Simpson United Methodist Church • Booth #53
This slightly dense, nutty bread made by the church bakers is as filling as it is delicious. Sunflower seeds sprinkled throughout add a depth of flavor, as well as vitamin E and polyunsaturated oils (the good kind!). Spread on a bit of the sweet and creamy strawberry butter; I dare anyone to resist! This is another item that’s worth ordering extra to take home. Quickly warm it in the microwave and enjoy with your morning coffee or a glass of juice; it’ll stick with you until lunch. If you ate all the strawberry butter in round one, try honey…It’s better for you anyway!

Portabella Fajita
Unitarian Universalist Church • Booth #13
The Unitarian Universalist Church outdoes itself again in the “alternative” festival food category with its soft-flour tortilla stuffed with Portabella mushrooms. Portabella mushrooms are a tasty and healthy meat alternative, containing as much potassium as a banana, as well as high levels of selenium and fiber. Church volunteers marinate the mushrooms in a secret seasoning and then grill them to perfection with sweet red peppers and onions. They’re made to order, so you can have yours piled high and topped with sour cream and hot sauce. It’s delicious, nutritious, and vegan-friendly.

Apple Cider Slushy
Old North Methodist Church • Booth #102
I know apple cider isn’t exactly “under the radar,” but I can’t do this piece without talking about it. Engelbrecht Orchards supplies the fresh cider made from locally grown apples to many of the booths at the Fall Festival. Some like it hot and some like it chilled straight from the popular, mini jugs, but Old North Methodist Church puts a fun spin on it with a cider slushy. The icy concoction is served in an insulated Styrofoam cup to keep it frozen even during one of our typical Indiana summer heat waves. The benefit of a slushy made with Engelbrecht cider is that it’s fresh and unpasteurized. (Pasteurization deadens the flavor and destroys naturally occurring nutrients like flavoniods, which are cancer-fighting antioxidants.) Some booths sell cider that isn’t locally produced, so look for the Engelbrecht label.[pagebreak]

Crawfish Etouffee & Shrimp Creole
German Township Volunteer Fire Department Boosters • Booth #23
During my taste tour of the festival last year, volunteers who staffed the German Township Boosters booth were out of control, but in that good sort of way. When I inquired as to why they feature Cajun/Creole food, one particularly boisterous booster shot back that it was inspired by the city’s German heritage. I’m no historian, but I do know the Cajuns were connected to the French. But who cares about history when you’re facing a choice between Crawfish Etouffee or Shrimp Creole? The source for these dishes are the cooks at The Feed Mill Restaurant in Morganfield, Ky., and coming soon to Poseyville, Ind., where you can sample these menu items year-round. The etouffee is a roux-based (classic Cajun thickening agent made from flour and butter) dish with the addition of the “holy trinity” of aromatic vegetables: onions, celery, and peppers. In French, etouffee means “to smother” and this delicious sauce does exactly that to chunks of tender crawfish. The Shrimp Creole also uses the same vegetable trio as the Crawfish Etouffee but it forgoes the roux for a tomato-based sauce with garlic and shrimp. Each is served over white rice with a kick that will clear your sinuses.

Buffalo Burger
Community of Christ Church • Booth #117
Even with all of the delicious, creative, and healthy alternatives, some people just want a burger. It’s a classic American festival food, but most people don’t think about their options. Those in the know eat buffalo. It has all the meaty flavor of beef but is much leaner and healthier. Buffalo has less fat per serving than beef, chicken and even some fish, like halibut. This lean meat is also endorsed by the American Heart Association, which says buffalo is part of a heart healthy diet. And, you’d never know from the taste it’s not beef. Several booths serve buffalo burgers, but I buy mine from the Community of Christ volunteers who know how to flip ‘em, grill ‘em, and dress ‘em just right.

Corn on the Cob
University of Southern Indiana Art Club • Booth #38
I grill a pretty mean corn on the cob in the peak season of late summer when the best Indiana corn is at its fullest flavor, but mine never seems to be as good as the golden, buttery ears stuck on thick skewers and served up by the University of Southern Indiana Art Club. Served piping hot, it’s the kind of sweet corn that makes you glad to be a Hoosier. It took me years to try it, given my attitude of “How good could corn on the cob really be?” But now it’s a major player on my Fall Festival roster. Sure, it’s a vegetable packed with some beneficial vitamins and antioxidants, but to me, this is the real candy corn.

Fresh Fruit Haystacks
Alpha Sigma Alpha Sorority • Booth #104
I’m sure the last thing on the minds of most Fall Festival goers is a bowl of fresh fruit, but the Alpha Sigma Alpha sorority has found a clever way to re-package it with a nice twist on the classic festival food called the haystack. Instead of the traditional corn chips topped with chili, cheese, and sour cream, these women have turned the haystack figuratively upside down, making theirs with grapes, strawberries and pineapple, topped with shredded coconut. If that lineup of ingredients is too healthy for you, they’ll toss in some mini marshmallows.

Smoked Pork Chop Sandwich
Wish Upon A Star • Booth #1
I always finish my weeklong Fall Festival eating extravaganza with a smoked pork chop sandwich from Wish Upon A Star. The lure? It’s both terrifically tasty and incredibly messy. The secret to its perfection starts at the source: Fresh cuts of bone-in pork from Dewig Meats in Haubstadt, Ind. They’re slowly smoked until the meat is practically falling off the bone and permeated with sublime smoke flavor. The delectable, juicy meat is served between two slices of rye bread, wrapped in parchment and foil. Pickle and onion are optional, but not necessary since the smoked pork is perfect on its own. Be warned, though, that the pork is still so juicy that it will drip down your shirt. If manners are more important than the ecstasy of eating, ask for an order to go, sans the bread, and dig into it at home. It’ll be the perfect way to end your Evansville epicurean adventure.

Tower Assist

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The new tower at Deaconess Gateway Hospital is slated to open in November.

On a September morning, the new tower at Deaconess Gateway Hospital was populated by construction employees sporting hard hats, safety goggles, and orange T-shirts. In November, medical staff in scrubs will replace those workers when the tower’s six floors open to hospital patients.

The $60-plus million addition to Gateway complements the hospital’s first tower, completed in January 2006. With no land available to expand its main campus north of Downtown, Deaconess opted to build the new hospital near the intersection of Interstate 164 and the Lloyd Expressway. The success of The Women’s Hospital, which opened at that location five years earlier, gave Deaconess leaders confidence that the area was a prime location for a new medical facility.

But in the fall of 2008, as the economy dipped and Deaconess prepared to break ground on the new tower, businesses around the nation wondered: Was it the right time to tackle bold expansions? Should building projects be scaled back, postponed, or canceled? For Deaconess, the region’s largest employer, the answer was to forge ahead. “We had factors outside the economy that would drive demand, mainly the aging population,” says Bruce Epmeier, vice president of facilities and support services for Deaconess Health System.

The current addition (called Tower 2 by Deaconess employees) always has been part of the long-term plan for Gateway, designed to have three towers. Tower 2 initially wasn’t slated to open until at least 2014. But when the first tower opened, “the volume shot up,” Epmeier says, as patients arrived from Evansville’s East Side, Newburgh, and outlying areas.

The health system broke ground on the new tower in April 2009. Fourteen months later, in June 2010, several areas were complete and functional: a new loading dock and support services, a third-floor mechanical area, and a second-floor endoscopy unit. This fall, Gateway staff prepares to move in medical supplies and equipment in time to open more areas in November.

The tower’s initial capacity is 56 beds, but it includes vacant “shell space” that can be configured for a maximum capacity of 110 beds. The shell space will be developed according to needs that emerge after the tower opens. Areas in the greatest demand, predicts Epmeier, will be orthopedics and intensive care units. “We’re seeing a lot of growth in ortho cases,” he says, due to the aging population undergoing procedures such as joint replacements.

Also, because of a shortage of ICU beds, the hospital often must go “on diversion” — telling emergency medical responders to divert patients to other local healthcare facilities. Gateway typically is on diversion once or twice a week, for hours or even a full day. “Our research shows this trend continuing,” says Deaconess spokesman Sam Rogers. “If beds aren’t added, the problem only will get worse.”

For inpatients, rooms were designed according to modern expectations. “People want a lot of room for their families and visitors,” Epmeier says, “and they want it private.” Although the rooms house one patient each, they’re 25 to 30 percent larger than rooms at Deaconess’ main campus (built in the ’60s and ’70s). Studies show private rooms lower the risk of hospital-acquired infection by 11 percent, says Rogers, and patients report higher satisfaction when they stay in private rooms.

The units, too, have been designed for safer, more efficient care. Units are built around a center corridor, which makes caregivers’ trips for supplies faster and reduces hallway traffic. Computers are positioned by windows that allow nurses to check on patients while charting. Deaconess’ new EPIC system of electronic medical records went live in November 2009 for hospital inpatients, and the system aims to improve safety and accuracy: Before dispensing a medication, staff scans a bar code and a patient’s wristband. The system flashes an alert message if something is awry.

The additions at Gateway and the new electronic medical records aren’t the only changes at the health system. Deaconess Hospital’s main campus also is undergoing renovations. The hospital’s patient rooms will be converted to 275 private rooms, and older facilities such as the 1960-built Hahn Building no longer will be used for inpatient care. A new 22-bed ICU/step-down unit is planned, and construction is underway to expand the size of the emergency department and operating rooms. With the advent of laparoscopy, robotic surgery, and other developments, “the less invasive a procedure is,” Epmeier says, “the more equipment and space you require.”

Due to the investment at Deaconess Gateway Hospital, some may wonder if the health system, which employs nearly 5,500 in the Tri-State, eventually will close its Downtown hospital. The speculations are false, Epmeier says: As the population ages and the demand for health care increases, “we’re going to need both hospitals.”

Deaconess Gateway Hospital Expansion By the Numbers:
3: Towers included in Deaconess Gateway Hospital’s strategic plan
19: Months between Tower 2 groundbreaking in April 2009 and opening in November 2010
216.5: Thousand, approximate square footage of new addition
60-62: Million dollars, cost of project
90: Percent of construction work performed by local companies
250: Workers on site during peak construction (spring 2010)

If the Shoe Fits

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Considering running the Evansville Half Marathon this October? Now’s the time to get ready for the event. Essential to your success, whether you’re at the head of the pack or bringing up the rear is a good pair of running shoes. Finding the perfect pair is part science and part art, with a good dose of research thrown in. There is no one best pair of running shoes for everyone, say Graham and Rebecca Paxton, owners of Swift Athletics, an Evansville store that specializes in running shoes.

What you’re looking for are shoes that fit your feet and your style of running. A range of factors, from the arch on your foot to the trail you blaze running, should be considered. Cushioning, stability, and durability are three key components of a good pair of running shoes.

The Paxtons also advise each time you buy a new pair of running shoes, have your foot measured. Running shoes have different foot forms, different upper shapes, and different ways of being stitched. Your size in one brand may differ from the size you need in another. You’ll know a good store for running shoes by the staff’s willingness to take the time to treat your feet just right.

Radio Ways

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Dan Egierski has been a Southern Indiana radio sportscaster for 30 years.

The boys’ basketball shorts were significantly shorter in 1979, but the fans were just as rabid. A 23-year-old Dan Egierski sat in a packed gym in Tell City, Ind., as roaring home fans cheered on the Cannelton High School boys’ basketball team. Hundreds rooted good plays, they booed bad calls, and a few occasionally kneed the back of Egierski, who sat in front of the bleachers with a giant headset resting on his Polish-American head while his broadcasting equipment swayed on a wobbly folding table.

Yet, Egierski’s nerves for calling his first sports game were cooling. “I was scared to death. I knew how to put a headset on,” he recalls, “but to make sure the equipment is going to work — I didn’t really know what I was doing.” He had arrived two hours before game time to check the broadcast signal. He practiced his pronunciations and double-checked the players’ statistics. “It was a long night,” he says, but the game ended for Egierski without an embarrassing incident.

While that broadcast seems like any other sports game, the moment launched Egierski’s career. Over the next two decades, the voice of Egierski (pronounced “eh ger ski”) became synonymous with local sports. It has called the University of Southern Indiana national basketball championship games. It has earned him numerous state and regional broadcasting awards. “He is the ESPN of local sports,” says former Evansville radio broadcaster Sam Yates. But three years ago, Egierski was fired. He was a casualty of a changing radio market: Local sports weren’t carrying advertising like they once were. That was the explanation upon his firing, at least. Egierski had spent decades perfecting his voice, and as a friend had asked the then-49-year-old sportscaster: “Well, we know you can talk on the radio. What else can you do?”

As a student at LaSalle High School in South Bend, Ind., Egierski was a passionate football and baseball player. His Northern Indiana roots made him a Chicago sports fan. At 17, Egierski was watching a Chicago Cubs Major League Baseball game on TV when he noticed Cubs sportscaster Harry Caray in the broadcast booth with his shirt off. The half-naked middle-aged man inspired Egierski: “He’s just having a grand old time,” Egierski remembers. “If he’s getting paid to do that, then that’s something I want to do.”

He had the tools: a passion for sports and a good voice. “You got to do something with that voice,” his high school English teachers had told him. The deep voice spent a year in a South Bend junior college where an advisor recommended Egierski finish at the University of Evansville.

After graduating with a degree in interpersonal communication, he landed a job at WGBF 1280 AM, a local news talk station. He worked the early (3-7 a.m.) news beat. Three months later, Egierski was fired. “I thought, ‘Oh, this is nice. In my first job, I’m told I’m not good enough,’” he says, but “in hindsight, it was the best thing for me.” He wasn’t doing much: checking the police reports and writing a few stories. He wasn’t even on the air. Gain experience in a small town, he was told.

Welcome to Tell City, Ind., one hour east of Evansville along the Ohio River. With a population under 10,000, this was Egierski’s small town, and he worked here as a reporter at a radio station beginning in 1979. He also called high school football and basketball games. “That really propelled me,” Egierski says.

After five years, he used that experience to earn a job as a WGBF reporter and broadcaster in May. By August of that same year, Egierski became the sports director.[pagebreak]

Most overwhelming for him was covering all the Evansville high school football and basketball programs, but after one year, he found his comfort zone. “When people call you up and give you information,” that’s how you know listeners like your job performance, he says.

In 1987, Egierski met Sam Yates, a radio personality called a “morning maniac” by local newspapers. His WGBF show focused on Evansville news, and Yates brought a wacky charm to morning commutes. A master vocalist, Yates imitated the mayors. (To this day, he effortlessly impersonates former Evansville Mayor Frank McDonald II, who was a fan and frequent guest of the show.)

Egierski joined Yates with news and sports reports, but he quickly became Yates’ sidekick. “He had this big laugh,” Yates remembers, “an ‘Ed McMahon’ laugh. I knew I had to do everything I could to keep that laugh up.” The experience was slightly different from Egierski’s straight and narrow broadcasting. “I woke up in the morning and knew I had the chance to work with Sam Yates, the incredible talent, and basically laugh for four hours. He made it so much easier and enjoyable,” he says. The two put together numerous “audio cartoons,” zany bits involving impressions of local celebrities in oddball situations. After they found Harry Caray’s phone number in the Chicago directory, they called the Cubs broadcaster and Egierski’s longtime professional inspiration and woke “him up out of his Budweiser nap or whatever,” Yates remembers. “Caray’s hilarious, and Egierski is rolling on the floor.”

Yates left the show in 1991 for a North Carolina radio gig, and Egierski continued his career in Evansville. He called the football games of a future University of Notre Dame standout, Deke Cooper, who dazzled on the field as a North High School star. He called the high school career of future NBA player Calbert Cheaney when he was at Harrison High School. He called Memorial High School baseball games when future New York Yankees great Don Mattingly led the Tigers to 59 straight wins and a state title.

His most memorable game, though, is more personal. When Egierski’s son Ryan was a Castle High School senior, he played his last regular season football game in 1999, and in the broadcast booth was Ryan’s father and his grandfather, Jerry. In Ryan’s four years, Egierski only called one of his son’s games. “I thought about Harry Caray working with Skip, Jack Buck, and Joe Buck,” Egierski says. “Fathers and sons in the booth.” Three generations of Egierskis on one field.

This, more than anything else, shows why Egierski is such a loved radio figure, Yates says: “He’s an outstanding person. He’s an outstanding family man.” His family, including his wife Cindy and athletic daughter Lauren, kept Egierski in Evansville after WGBF managers eliminated his position to decrease expenses in 2005.

On the job hunt, Egierski decided Evansville is a market where family comes first. “I think it is important to have a home life,” he says. Egierski gravitated toward advertising and today is the vice president/sales of Evansville Sports Programming, Inc. Yet, he was drawn back to radio. He looked to the stations of neighboring counties to air local sports. He found Mark Lange, owner of The Original Company in Vincennes, Ind. Lange’s developed several stations in Southwest Indiana, and he bought the signal, WYFX 106.7 FM, to broadcast ESPN and local sports on the condition Egierski sold advertising for it. Soon, Egierski was behind the microphone again for an after-work radio show, “All About Sports.” With a strong following, he broadcasts from Roca Bar and Pizza in Newburgh. “Evansville is a very high-energy sports town,” he says, and that’s what still motivates him today. “When I listen to the radio, I like to know that someone is talking back to me,” he says. That’s his style, and it still works: “I haven’t had to change all that much.”

Home Field Hero

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While his alma mater battled Stanford University (then ranked No. 13) on the football field, Deke Cooper sat inside the North Side Pizza King, preparing for a stromboli-eating contest. Cooper decided his goal for the competition was “to just finish.” That’s not the attitude the former North High School standout who once led his Huskies to a state football championship game usually carries. But, for a fun event, Cooper just smiled.

His smile is warm and genuine, considering he made his living on the football field tackling the likes of Jerome Bettis and other standouts. His charitable contributions include the Deke Cooper Youth Outreach Foundation, an organization dedicated to fostering mentor relationships with children, in Georgia where he lives with his wife, Gwen, and six kids, including two sets of twins.

When he was a North running back in the 1990s, Cooper shined, making SportsCenter-worthy plays in high school, which caught the attention of the University of Notre Dame, a place where football is an institution. His talents earned him a spot in the NFL, and the 6-foot-2-inch defensive specialist played professionally from 2000 to 2008.

He stopped in Evansville for a weekend in September. On his schedule was watching his alma mater in a Friday night football game against Memorial. The game was the first time he’d returned to Central Stadium, North’s home field, since his youth, and before the Huskies hit the gridiron, Cooper gave the team a speech. “My eyes got all watery,” he says. “I got goose bumps. I think I almost lost it, and they must think, ‘This guy’s crazy.’” His point: He has fond memories playing in high school, but those days didn’t last, so go out there and play like it’s your last game. The Huskies played well but lost by three points.

Though Cooper lives in Atlanta, he plans to return to Evansville more often. He wants to help North develop the football program. “This is where it started,” he says, “so I definitely want to give back as much as I can.”

As for the stromboli-eating contest, Cooper failed to advance out of the first round. Perhaps, he didn’t have enough time to prepare since he was talking to Evansville Living just before the competition.

What’s it like watching college and pro football games now?
The game looks more violent when I’m watching it. When I’m out there, it’s slow motion, but watching it, I think, “My goodness. Should I let my son play now?” He’s itching to get out there, and I’m trying to hold him off. He’ll be 5 in October.

How did your body feel after a game?
Pretty beat up, but that’s a good feeling. I knew when I hurt I had a good game. If I had a grass burn, I knew I didn’t get too much action. Stiff neck and a shoulder and a knee kind of aching a little bit — that’s what I’m looking for after a game.

Do you have a favorite football moment?
People don’t believe me, but it’s when we played Reitz (High School). Cars were backed up all the way down First Avenue. I just got chills pulling up to the game. People don’t believe it because they say, “You played for Notre Dame. You played in the NFL.” But there was something about that game.

Why did you choose Notre Dame?
It was a feeling. I’m a real visual person, so every school I visited, I would close my eyes and visualize myself making plays on that field. I went to Nebraska, Michigan, but I really couldn’t see myself in those uniforms coming out of those tunnels. I went to Notre Dame, and I could see it. It was as clear as day. There was snow everywhere, and the week before, I said I was probably going to play down South, and I don’t like to play in cold weather. Then, I committed to play at Notre Dame the next week.

What’s the hardest hit you’ve ever taken in the NFL?
I was tackling Jerome Bettis. (Editor’s note: Nicknamed “The Bus” for his unusually large weight for a running back, the former Pittsburgh Steeler was 252 pounds.) It was like hitting a brick wall that didn’t move. I got up, and I thought, “Oh my God, I’m going to have to do that all day.”

What’s the best advice you’ve ever learned on the field that translates to real life?
Resilience. The amount of times I’ve been released, I’ve been told, “No” — I have to keep going. That’s what I teach in my foundation. We teach kids how to analyze the situation and make the best choice.

What inspired your foundation?
I didn’t have (a strong male influence) growing up until I moved to live with my dad (John Dennis, now a pastor of Faith Temple Church of God in Christ in Newburgh) in high school. I had two other cousins that were recruited by Notre Dame. They were back home in Georgia, but we grew up together. They were not prepared for the opportunities. They had bad grades and were getting into trouble. Notre Dame is real big on character, so they do a nice background check before they bring players in. I saw the difference that influential person had on my life.

Soirées: Fall Frenzy

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Ashley, Joe, and Melody Vezzoso at the Junior League of Evansville Spring Soirée

Leaves soon will be falling, and the fall social season already is flourishing. This is the busiest time of the year: Each weekend you’ll find at least one fundraising gala. Mark your calendars and dust off your dancing shoes, but first, take a look at the summer fun that raised lots of green for area charities.

Junior League of Evansville Spring Soirée
Junior League of Evansville members know how to have fun for a cause. In the case of the May 22 soirée at Blush Ultralounge, that fun benefited several causes. League members, guests, and representatives from Big Brothers Big Sisters, the Boys & Girls Club, Holly’s House, Little Lambs, and the Evansville African American Museum enjoyed hors d’oeuvres and specialty cocktails as they mingled among displays created by the featured organizations. Each guest voted to choose the charity that would receive the evening’s proceeds. Though each nonprofit received a check, the Boys & Girls Club took home the big prize. Following the presentation, guests danced to music by The Pits. Sarah Herdes, Kristi Krack, Brittiney Norman, and Ashley Vezzoso coordinated the soirée.

Evening on the River
Just before sunset on June 4, folks gathered along the Riverfront between Casino Aztar and the Pagoda for a soirée that supports area parks. Evening on the River annually attracts several thousand people who stroll between food and drink stations, watch a variety of entertainment, and even take carriage rides. The atmosphere was casual and light: a delightful summer evening. Keep Evansville Beautiful and the Evansville Parks Foundation, whose volunteers coordinated the event, already are working on next summer’s soirée.

Reitz Home Wine Dive
Nearly 120 guests arrived at the fourth annual Reitz Home Wine Dive to sample wines from France, Portugal, Australia, Chile, and California. On hand to guide the tasters was wine specialist William Woerz. In addition to the wine samplings, guests munched on grilled burgers and a lavish table of decadent desserts as they walked along the historic home’s manicured lawn. Dan Gearhart chaired the event. Funds raised from the evening support the continued preservation of the Reitz Home.

Historic New Harmony Summer Hat Luncheon
On June 17, guests came to the Summer Hat Luncheon at the New Harmony Inn and Conference Center decked out in incredible hats, and each table competed for the award of most creative theme. Winners included Jan Davies, Lucy Himstedt, Pat Bateman, Marjorie Soyugenc, Karleen Wink, Cindy Brinker, and Pat Edwards, who each came dressed to match vintage Barbie dolls, as well as the over-the-top bridal table of Nancy Drake, Kay Flesch, Judy Morton, Peggy Lewis, Nancy Bennett, and Karla Bowers. Nancy Manchette chaired the sold-out event, which benefited Historic New Harmony.

Evansville Association for the Blind Melody & Merlot
American Idol finalist Scott MacIntyre headlined an incredible June 26 Melody & Merlot soirée at St. Mary’s Manor Auditorium. More than 250 guests turned out to support the new event for the Evansville Association for the Blind, savoring wine, hors d’oeuvres, and a silent auction before MacIntyre sat down at the piano to play a repertoire of his own songs plus well-known standards. He also shared stories from his childhood and experiences as the first visually impaired contestant on American Idol. Elizabeth Joshi chaired the event.

American Cancer Society Cattle Baron’s Ball
The American Cancer Society introduced a twist on its traditional gala July 31 at its new annual soirée, the Cattle Baron’s Ball. This Western-themed gala has become a staple for other ACS chapters, and folks in Evansville arrived at The Centre in blue jeans, cowboy hats, and boots. Lloyd Winnecke chaired the event, which featured silent and live auctions, a seated dinner, and entertainment by Nashville, Tenn.-based John England and the Western Swingers. News 25 anchor Shelley Kirk, the event’s honorary chair, shared her experiences as a breast cancer survivor (Don’t miss Shelley on p. 84.). Guests also tried their hands at lassoing a (fake) calf, line dancing, and for the most daring, bull-riding.

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Why Not Downtown?

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When longtime Evansville Living subscriber Susan Pickens visited South Carolina nearly a decade ago, she toured Coastal Living magazine’s Idea Home — built by a team of local builders, designers, and developers to showcase the latest home trends. Impressed, Pickens asked, “Why not Evansville?” In 2003, the first Evansville Living Idea Home featured home trends and supported charitable projects. Proceeds from tours benefited a signature project of the Junior League of Evansville.

Every two years, a new Idea Home took shape throughout the Tri-State, and its popularity caught the attention of Mayor Jonathan Weinzapfel, who asked Evansville Living President Todd A. Tucker, “Why not Downtown?” Weinzapfel saw the project as an opportunity to help revitalize the blighted Washington Avenue Historic District. In 2009, Tucker and Weinzapfel visited abandoned homes with Mike Martin, owner of Architectural Renovators, well-known for transforming buildings and homes in Evansville into ultramodern masterpieces. They chose a Colonial Revival home, built in 1906, at 620 Washington Ave., once part of a majestic corridor filled with beautiful, stately residences.

Stewart Sebree knows the home well. In 2007, Evansville Living interviewed Sebree after Indiana Landmarks named the area on its “10 Most Endangered” list. Though the nonprofit organization works to save the Hoosier state’s historic structures, Sebree,  director of the group’s southwest field office, recognizes saving these houses helps both community revitalization and preservation.

Evansville Living, the City of Evansville, Indiana Landmarks, Fifth Third Bank, and the Junior League of Evansville present this year’s special 2010 Evansville Living Downtown Idea Home. Sebree says, “It’s about making an investment that will lure homebuyers who may have been reluctant before to move into the neighborhood.”

When You Go:
The Evansville Living Downtown Idea Home is located at 620 Washington Ave. between Garvin Street and Kentucky Avenue. The Idea Home is open for tours from 10 a.m.-4 p.m. Sept. 18-19 and 25-26, 11 a.m.-2 p.m. Sept. 20-24. Tickets are $10 and available at all local Schnucks locations or by calling Evansville Living, 812-426-2115, or the Junior League of Evansville, 812-423-9127. The Downtown Idea Home preview party is from 6-9 p.m. on Sept. 17. Tickets are $50. Order tickets online or call 812-426-2115.

Be sure to check out our special Idea Home section in the September/October 2010 issue of Evansville Living for additional stories, exclusive photos, sponsor information and much more!