Ron Getman. Claude Kirk. Gene Witt.
The first, a former state trooper and county commissioner.
The second, a colorful, controversial Florida governor.
The third, a former educator and Manatee County school superintendent.
“A long time ago,” said Witt, 81.
A time that briefly came back for him and Getman last week when Kirk, 85, died Wednesday in West Palm Beach.
A moment in time when they were caught up in the wake of one of Kirk’s bombastic headline-grabbing stunts.
The week the governor, known as “Claudius Maximus” among other nicknames, appointed himself Manatee school superintendent, fired the school board, and took over the administrative offices in grandstanding defiance of school busing.
“A very interesting time,” said Getman, 67. “Short-lived, but interesting.”
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Special cake for special lady on Saturday
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| Florence Rhodes Lawrence |
Which is longer than most of us have been alive.
Come Saturday, it will be the church’s turn to bring the beloved deaconess and former church Mother of the Year a cake.
It’s Florence’s 100th birthday.
The fun starts at 5:30 p.m. and niece Susan Stubbs said more than 200 family members and friends are expected from as far as New York, the Carolinas, Georgia and Miami for the celebration.
Born in Madison, Fl., Florence came to Bradenton at 6.
“Auntie thinks she’s baking a cake for Saturday, but she’s going to get one instead,” her niece said.
Southeast High hosts Manatee 6 p.m. Tuesday in their annual Volley for the Cure volleyball fundraiser for the Susan B. Komen Foundation.
Pink will be the color du jour for the teams, referees and the volleyball.
Call Jan Drummey at 792-7398.
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| Norma Lloyd |
Just a reminder there will be a Celebration of Life for Norma Lloyd, 2 p.m. Sunday at Norma Lloyd Park, 1024 24th St. E., Bradenton. The matriarch of Little League baseball in Bradenton passed away Sept. 18 at the age of 79.
Big ups to niece Lauren Pierce, who just made co-captain of the Manatee School for the Arts’ dynamic Heat dance team.
Read more Friday in Vin's People on Bradenton.com.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Rays' comeback worth staying up late
"HOME RUN! HOME RUN! HOME RUN!"
No, it wasn't the Tampa Bay Rays' play-by-play guy calling a dinger against the New York Yankees in Wednesday's crucial regular season ending game at the Trop.
It was my wife chanting in front of our living room TV, urging on Matt Joyce to encore his Tuesday night 3-run blast.
Ditto for when Johnny Damon came up to bat.
"C'mon Johnny. C'monnn. HOME RUN!"
That was the bottom of the first inning.
After Mark Teixiera's grand slam in the top of the second, making it 5-0 Yankees, Sherri became a tad subdued.
As did most Rays fans, I imagine.
Which is the funny thing about my wife, who is anything but vocal when it comes to watching our national pastime.
Especially in our house.
That's because of my big mouth going when we've had the Philadelphia Phillies, my favorite ballclub, on MLB.com virtually every night of the season.
So since the Phillies clinched long ago, we've been watching her team.
Down 5-0, Sherri hadn't given up the ghost.
"Let's go Ra-a-ays, let's go!" she began repeating occasionally as the game wore on.
Her tone changed, however, when Teixiera went yard again to make it 6-0.
"Cra-a-a-a-ap," Sherri said, disappointedly.
It was almost the same when Andruw Jones --- this guy still playing? --- went deep to make it 7-0.
"Oh, ma-a-a-a-an," she said. "I think it's going to be over tonight."
Well, honey, we've still got the Phillies.
But ... several innings later.
Whoooooaaaaa!
When things seemed their bleakest for the Rays, Sherri went to the bedroom to watch the rest of that game while I watched the Phillies go onto snuff out the fading Atlanta Braves last chance to get into the playoffs.
I didn't have to watch the Rays game to know what was happening.
My wife's clapping heralded each big moment in the wild six-run eighth inning.
Then when Evan Longoria smacked his three-run homer, followed by Dan Johnson's two-out, two-strike game-tying homer in the ninth, all I heard were screams of joy.
I finally turned off the Phillies' game to join her.
"Oh, now you want to watch my team," Sherri greeted me, sweetly sarcastic.
As the game went into extra innings, she kept an eye on the game and the other on the clock.
She had to be in Tampa early Thursday, which meant getting up at 6:15 a.m.
Yet Sherri hung on through the 10th and 11th innings, then --- "YEEEAAAAAY!" --- fairly flew out of bed, arms held high just like Longoria on his dramatic game-winner in the 12th that propelled the Rays into the postseason.
It was worth staying up for, we agreed.
I hope my wife still feels that way when the alarm goes off.
No going to sleep during Rays' comeback
"HOME RUN! HOME RUN! HOME RUN!"
No, it wasn't the Tampa Bay Rays' play-by-play guy calling a dinger against the New York Yankees in Wednesday's crucial regular season ending game at the Trop.
It was my wife chanting in front of our living room TV, urging on Matt Joyce to encore his Tuesday night 3-run blast.
Ditto for when Johnny Damon came up to bat.
"C'mon Johnny. C'monnn. HOME RUN!"
That was the bottom of the first inning.
After Mark Teixiera's grand slam in the top of the second, making it 5-0 Yankees, Sherri became a tad subdued.
As did most Rays fans, I imagine.
Which is the funny thing about my wife, who is anything but vocal when it comes to watching our national pastime.
Especially in our house.
That's because of my big mouth going when we've had the Philadelphia Phillies, my favorite ballclub, on MLB.com virtually every night of the season.
So since the Phillies clinched long ago, we've been watching her team.
Down 5-0, Sherri hadn't given up the ghost.
"Let's go Ra-a-ays, let's go!" she began repeating occasionally as the game wore on.
Her tone changed, however, when Teixiera went yard again to make it 6-0.
"Cra-a-a-a-ap," Sherri said, disappointedly.
It was almost the same when Andruw Jones --- this guy still playing? --- went deep to make it 7-0.
"Oh, ma-a-a-a-an," she said. "I think it's going to be over tonight."
Well, honey, we've still got the Phillies.
But ... several innings later.
Whoooooaaaaa!
When things seemed their bleakest for the Rays, Sherri went to the bedroom to watch the rest of that game while I watched the Phillies go onto snuff out the fading Atlanta Braves last chance to get into the playoffs.
I didn't have to watch the Rays game to know what was happening.
My wife's clapping heralded each big moment in the wild six-run eighth inning.
Then when Evan Longoria smacked his three-run homer, followed by Dan Johnson's two-out, two-strike game-tying homer in the ninth, all I heard were screams of joy.
I finally turned off the Phillies' game to join her.
"Oh, now you want to watch my team," Sherri greeted me, sweetly sarcastic.
As the game went into extra innings, she kept an eye on the game and the other on the clock.
She had to be in Tampa early Thursday, which meant getting up at 6:15 a.m.
Yet Sherri hung on through the 10th and 11th innings, then --- "YEEEAAAAAY!" --- fairly flew out of bed, arms held high on Longoria's dramatic game-winner in the 12th,
It was worth staying up for, we agreed.
I hope my wife still feels that way when the alarm goes off.
No, it wasn't the Tampa Bay Rays' play-by-play guy calling a dinger against the New York Yankees in Wednesday's crucial regular season ending game at the Trop.
It was my wife chanting in front of our living room TV, urging on Matt Joyce to encore his Tuesday night 3-run blast.
Ditto for when Johnny Damon came up to bat.
"C'mon Johnny. C'monnn. HOME RUN!"
That was the bottom of the first inning.
After Mark Teixiera's grand slam in the top of the second, making it 5-0 Yankees, Sherri became a tad subdued.
As did most Rays fans, I imagine.
Which is the funny thing about my wife, who is anything but vocal when it comes to watching our national pastime.
Especially in our house.
That's because of my big mouth going when we've had the Philadelphia Phillies, my favorite ballclub, on MLB.com virtually every night of the season.
So since the Phillies clinched long ago, we've been watching her team.
Down 5-0, Sherri hadn't given up the ghost.
"Let's go Ra-a-ays, let's go!" she began repeating occasionally as the game wore on.
Her tone changed, however, when Teixiera went yard again to make it 6-0.
"Cra-a-a-a-ap," Sherri said, disappointedly.
It was almost the same when Andruw Jones --- this guy still playing? --- went deep to make it 7-0.
"Oh, ma-a-a-a-an," she said. "I think it's going to be over tonight."
Well, honey, we've still got the Phillies.
But ... several innings later.
Whoooooaaaaa!
When things seemed their bleakest for the Rays, Sherri went to the bedroom to watch the rest of that game while I watched the Phillies go onto snuff out the fading Atlanta Braves last chance to get into the playoffs.
I didn't have to watch the Rays game to know what was happening.
My wife's clapping heralded each big moment in the wild six-run eighth inning.
Then when Evan Longoria smacked his three-run homer, followed by Dan Johnson's two-out, two-strike game-tying homer in the ninth, all I heard were screams of joy.
I finally turned off the Phillies' game to join her.
"Oh, now you want to watch my team," Sherri greeted me, sweetly sarcastic.
As the game went into extra innings, she kept an eye on the game and the other on the clock.
She had to be in Tampa early Thursday, which meant getting up at 6:15 a.m.
Yet Sherri hung on through the 10th and 11th innings, then --- "YEEEAAAAAY!" --- fairly flew out of bed, arms held high on Longoria's dramatic game-winner in the 12th,
It was worth staying up for, we agreed.
I hope my wife still feels that way when the alarm goes off.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Hawaiian shirt, shorts, sandals not needed
Wanted: high-end, wealthy-looking Palm Beach types, ages 30 to 70.
That's what the cattle call ... er, casting call specified for extras needed during a three-day shoot at Ringling Museum's Ca' d'Zan Manson for "Parker," a thriller starring Michael Chiklis, Jennifer Lopez, Nick Nolte and Jason Statham.
Hmmm.
It'd be cool to maybe meet Michael Chiklis. Or Jason Statham.
Well, I'm afraid I'm not high end.
Although my wife says I'm hard to put up with sometimes.
Champagne and canapes? I'll pass.
Make mine beer and wings.
I sure as heck ain't a wealthy-looking Palm Beach type, either.
According to the casting call it means tuxedo, tux shirt, bowtie, pocket squares, black dress shoes, black socks, etc., etc., etc.
Guess there's no room for a guy who prefers Hawaiian shirts, shorts and sandals.
That's OK.
I've been to Palm Beach for a few functions during my 19 years in Palm Beach County --- without getting thrown out! --- and I'll keep dressing the way I do, thank you.
But I am between 30 and 70.
One out of three isn't bad.
What's that?
The casting call is filled up?
Story of my life.
That's what the cattle call ... er, casting call specified for extras needed during a three-day shoot at Ringling Museum's Ca' d'Zan Manson for "Parker," a thriller starring Michael Chiklis, Jennifer Lopez, Nick Nolte and Jason Statham.
Hmmm.
It'd be cool to maybe meet Michael Chiklis. Or Jason Statham.
Well, I'm afraid I'm not high end.
Although my wife says I'm hard to put up with sometimes.
Champagne and canapes? I'll pass.
Make mine beer and wings.
I sure as heck ain't a wealthy-looking Palm Beach type, either.
According to the casting call it means tuxedo, tux shirt, bowtie, pocket squares, black dress shoes, black socks, etc., etc., etc.
Guess there's no room for a guy who prefers Hawaiian shirts, shorts and sandals.
That's OK.
I've been to Palm Beach for a few functions during my 19 years in Palm Beach County --- without getting thrown out! --- and I'll keep dressing the way I do, thank you.
But I am between 30 and 70.
One out of three isn't bad.
What's that?
The casting call is filled up?
Story of my life.
Friday, September 23, 2011
To know Norma Lloyd was to love her
"Isn’t Norma Lloyd your grandma?”
Amber Whirtley has heard that a lot over the years.
More times than she can count.
It makes Whirtley proud.
“People I don’t even know will come up and ask me that,” said the Ballard Elementary School teacher. “‘Tell her I said, Hi.’ Everybody knew her.”
Everybody, indeed.
From county commissioners to concession volunteers at that little ballpark at 24th Street East.
It’s remarkable even for Bradenton, where so many people know one another.
Everybody knew Norma Lloyd.
And to know her was to love her.
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
MHS seniors vying for Mr. Sugar Cane
The 11 handsome young men vying for the title of Mr. Sugar Cane are Manatee High seniors Rider Bilter, Hershel Caywood, Ryan Harris, Wyatt Hoffman, Tate Jernegan, Jacob Jordan, Chase Sandberg, Jacob Sperko, Matt Stevens, Nick Tankersly and Ricky Terrell.
The show returns to Manatee’s new Davis Building Performing Arts Theater Nov. 5.
Krystal Weaver, a USF senior and former Sugar 'Cane, will emcee.
The Southeast Seminoles will have a moment of silence at Kiker Stadium before tonight’s Sarasota game for Norma Lloyd, a longtime member of the school’s advisory council.
The matriarch of Little League baseball in Bradenton, Norma passed away last Sunday at 79.
Charlie McCullough is back in business!
The former Philadelphian proprietor has taken over the Longwood Grill & Pub, 5802 Longwood Run Blvd., Sarasota.
It’s a neat sports bar just off University Parkway.
Call 388-7613.
Read more Friday in Vin's People on Bradenton.com.
The show returns to Manatee’s new Davis Building Performing Arts Theater Nov. 5.
Krystal Weaver, a USF senior and former Sugar 'Cane, will emcee.
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| Norma Lloyd |
The matriarch of Little League baseball in Bradenton, Norma passed away last Sunday at 79.
Charlie McCullough is back in business!
The former Philadelphian proprietor has taken over the Longwood Grill & Pub, 5802 Longwood Run Blvd., Sarasota.
It’s a neat sports bar just off University Parkway.
Call 388-7613.
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| Jerry Koontz |
After all those years in a suit, retired United Way honcho Jerry Koontz joked about his new getup:
Knee high black socks, slippers, shorts and a T-shirt that reads, “Beer and Cigars. Not Just for Breakfast Anymore.”
Jill and Josh McGarry named their first bundle of love Finnegan Daniel McGarry.
A grand Irish name.Monday, September 12, 2011
Playing 'Grandpa' for a day. Or two.
The sticker given out by the receptionist at Gene Witt Elementary School Monday morning was cool.
It read, "Grandparents Make Smiles Happen"
Even when they may not really be grandparents.
Like yours truly.
Leah James, a Witt kindergartener, thinks of me as Uncle Vinny.
Her sister, Brooke, a second-grader, does, too.
They are the darling daughters of my wife Sherri's boss Jon James and his wife Jen.
It was Grandparents Day at the school, but the girls grands live in Michigan and wouldn't be able to make it.
When we heard how disappointed they were, we decided to do something.
I volunteered to be a "Grandpa" for a day.
It turned out great.
Leah was surprised and gave me a big hug when Jen and I walked into the Witt cafeteria.
I had fun making sure two of her classmates finished their hot dog and hamburger, respectively, after they'd already enjoyed their red-white-and-blue popsicles.
The one with the hot dog finished, anyway.
When our half hour lunch was up, we returned to Leah's classroom where I got another hug and drove back to work.
I get to play Grandpa all over again Thursday for Brooke.
Can't wait.
It read, "Grandparents Make Smiles Happen"
Even when they may not really be grandparents.
Like yours truly.
Leah James, a Witt kindergartener, thinks of me as Uncle Vinny.
Her sister, Brooke, a second-grader, does, too.
They are the darling daughters of my wife Sherri's boss Jon James and his wife Jen.
It was Grandparents Day at the school, but the girls grands live in Michigan and wouldn't be able to make it.
When we heard how disappointed they were, we decided to do something.
I volunteered to be a "Grandpa" for a day.
It turned out great.
Leah was surprised and gave me a big hug when Jen and I walked into the Witt cafeteria.
I had fun making sure two of her classmates finished their hot dog and hamburger, respectively, after they'd already enjoyed their red-white-and-blue popsicles.
The one with the hot dog finished, anyway.
When our half hour lunch was up, we returned to Leah's classroom where I got another hug and drove back to work.
I get to play Grandpa all over again Thursday for Brooke.
Can't wait.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
9/11's aftermath resonates decade later
My glasses were almost ready that morning at the Eye Center on Cortez Road and the overhead TV was tuned to BayNews 9.
It was just before 9 a.m. when the anchor said they were switching to New York for breaking news.
We were transfixed by what we saw:
A gaping, smoking hole in the North Tower of the World Trade Center.
Must be an accident, I figured.
Probably a puddle jumper, a twin-engine airplane like one I’d flown on a few years earlier from Newark to Cape Cod.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
It was just before 9 a.m. when the anchor said they were switching to New York for breaking news.
We were transfixed by what we saw:
A gaping, smoking hole in the North Tower of the World Trade Center.
Must be an accident, I figured.
Probably a puddle jumper, a twin-engine airplane like one I’d flown on a few years earlier from Newark to Cape Cod.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Ex-Cane holds own in Ole Miss debut
Chris Conley’s first game as starting holder and backup punter for Ole Miss went smoothly. The former Manatee Hurricane, No. 94 for the Rebels, held for two field goals and an extra point.
Unfortunately, Ole Miss lost 14-13 to BYU.
Suzanne Seagle finished two years working for SOAR, a Wyoming camp for special needs children, in high style. The Saint Stephen’s and FSU alum climbed Grand Teton, the highest mountain in Wyoming’s Grand Teton National Park at 13,775 feet.
The BRHS 2008 graduate and former Pirate tight end was killed in Afghanistan Aug. 11 and is buried at Sarasota National Cemetery.
Manatee Memorial Hospital and Shake Pit are double-teaming the “Manatee Football Is In My Blood Drive” for Suncoast Communities Blood Bank.
The drive is 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. Saturday at the Pit, 3801 Manatee Ave. W.
The first 100 blood donors get a free ticket to the MMH/SCBB Challenge Sept. 16 at Hawkins Stadium pitting Manatee against No. 1 ranked Don Bosco Prep of Ramsey, N.J., at 6 p.m. and Tampa Plant against Bergen Catholic of Oradell, N.J., at 8:30 p.m.
MHS cheerleaders will also be at the Pit selling tickets to their 4th Annual Lee Roy Selmon's Tailgate BBQ.
Read more Friday in Vin's People on Bradenton.com.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Marjory Stoneman Douglas is spinning in her grave
Drilling for oil where?
When Republican presidential candidate Michelle Bachman recently put forth the idea of drilling in the Everglades, I thought --- what a great idea.
Great, that is, if you want to torpedo any support you might have for your candidacy in this state.
Now the Guv supports this inane idea?
OK, many of did not know there is a small oil drilling operation in Collier County, but it doesn't produce the kind of high grade we put in our rides.
It's low grade oil for tarring roads, among other uses.
So why even consider fooling with this?
"We have to be very cautious on any oil drilling, whether it’s already in the state or in our beaches or in the gulf because we aren’t going to ruin our environment," Scott said. "With regard to the Everglades, we have to be very cautious if there’s going to be any more drilling. It’s my understanding, we haven't had any problems to date so my goal would be to be very cautious."
Don't do it, Guv.
It isn't enough that our beautiful beaches are under siege every year by the "Drill, Baby, Drill!" gang.
Now Scott thinks it'd be OK to do so in the pristine Everglades?
Slick Rick, indeed.
Marjory Stoneman Douglas, the sainted environmentalist and author of "The Everglades: River of Grass." is spinning in her grave.
When Republican presidential candidate Michelle Bachman recently put forth the idea of drilling in the Everglades, I thought --- what a great idea.
Great, that is, if you want to torpedo any support you might have for your candidacy in this state.
Now the Guv supports this inane idea?
OK, many of did not know there is a small oil drilling operation in Collier County, but it doesn't produce the kind of high grade we put in our rides.
It's low grade oil for tarring roads, among other uses.
So why even consider fooling with this?
"We have to be very cautious on any oil drilling, whether it’s already in the state or in our beaches or in the gulf because we aren’t going to ruin our environment," Scott said. "With regard to the Everglades, we have to be very cautious if there’s going to be any more drilling. It’s my understanding, we haven't had any problems to date so my goal would be to be very cautious."
Don't do it, Guv.
It isn't enough that our beautiful beaches are under siege every year by the "Drill, Baby, Drill!" gang.
Now Scott thinks it'd be OK to do so in the pristine Everglades?
Slick Rick, indeed.
Marjory Stoneman Douglas, the sainted environmentalist and author of "The Everglades: River of Grass." is spinning in her grave.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Photo, friendship endures long past 9/11
The framed photo is one of my favorites and it is never far from sight.
It was taken outside Bill Ruth’s home in Wheaton, Md., where there was a mighty party going on that June in 1991.
A teacher, Bill had just returned from Desert Storm where he’d served as a helicopter pilot with the Maryland National Guard and his wife, Georgette, wanted to celebrate.
I wasn’t going to miss it and flew up from Florida.
Jay Rentz, another longtime pal and Washington D.C. detective who’s also in the photo, was there, too.
What a great weekend, a remembrance I cherish more than ever as years go by.
It was the last time I saw Bill alive.
He was killed on 9/11.
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
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| Jay Rentz, yours truly and Bill Ruth in June 1991. |
It was taken outside Bill Ruth’s home in Wheaton, Md., where there was a mighty party going on that June in 1991.
A teacher, Bill had just returned from Desert Storm where he’d served as a helicopter pilot with the Maryland National Guard and his wife, Georgette, wanted to celebrate.
I wasn’t going to miss it and flew up from Florida.
Jay Rentz, another longtime pal and Washington D.C. detective who’s also in the photo, was there, too.
What a great weekend, a remembrance I cherish more than ever as years go by.
It was the last time I saw Bill alive.
He was killed on 9/11.
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Bradenton Nine Devils celebration Oct. 22
How many of you remember or heard of the old Bradenton Nine Devils?
They were our town’s black baseball team that thrived during segregation in the independent Florida State Negro League from 1937 to 1956.
Waymon Armstead, James “Son” Copeland and Morris Paskell are among those surviving Nine Devils, whose home games at long gone Roush Field, as well as McKechnie Field, were festive affairs in the community.
On Oct. 22 at the 13th Av Dream Center, there will be a celebration, “Innings Ago,” honoring those players, that team and their legacy.
Families of deceased Nine Devils, the ballclub’s fans and public are invited to attend and reminisce about that bygone era.
Call 779-3598 for details.
Outgoing United Way honcho Jerry Koontz was runnerup in the Women’s Leadership Initiative’s second annual Bling Fling celebrity bartender competition.
Joltin’ Jerry’s potent “Appletini” was nosed out by Bling Fling King John Moyer’s funky Caribbean concoction, “All Day, All Night Marianne,” named for his wife, a self-proclaimed beach bum.
The event helped raise $1,500 at the Dan and Corrine McClure Center in Lakewood Ranch.
Welcome back to the “pilgrims” from Our Lady Queen of Martyrs, who were among the estimated 1.5 million people attending World Youth Day in Madrid, Spain.
The pilgrims included Joshua Audet, Logan Jones, Spencer Jones, Andrew Kurutz, Shari Kurutz, Celeste Matthews, Luke Smith, Kandice Steele and Gina and Jeff Young.
Don’t forget Manatee High’s spanking new Davis Building Performing Arts Theater if you want to watch the Hurricanes play nationally ranked Good Counsel tonight in Olney, Md., on three big screens and hear it on surround sound.
Tickets are $10.
Doors open at 6:30 p.m.
Kickoff is 7:30 p.m.
Read more Friday in Vin's People on Bradenton.com.
They were our town’s black baseball team that thrived during segregation in the independent Florida State Negro League from 1937 to 1956.
Waymon Armstead, James “Son” Copeland and Morris Paskell are among those surviving Nine Devils, whose home games at long gone Roush Field, as well as McKechnie Field, were festive affairs in the community.
On Oct. 22 at the 13th Av Dream Center, there will be a celebration, “Innings Ago,” honoring those players, that team and their legacy.
Families of deceased Nine Devils, the ballclub’s fans and public are invited to attend and reminisce about that bygone era.
Call 779-3598 for details.
Outgoing United Way honcho Jerry Koontz was runnerup in the Women’s Leadership Initiative’s second annual Bling Fling celebrity bartender competition.
Joltin’ Jerry’s potent “Appletini” was nosed out by Bling Fling King John Moyer’s funky Caribbean concoction, “All Day, All Night Marianne,” named for his wife, a self-proclaimed beach bum.
The event helped raise $1,500 at the Dan and Corrine McClure Center in Lakewood Ranch.
Welcome back to the “pilgrims” from Our Lady Queen of Martyrs, who were among the estimated 1.5 million people attending World Youth Day in Madrid, Spain.
The pilgrims included Joshua Audet, Logan Jones, Spencer Jones, Andrew Kurutz, Shari Kurutz, Celeste Matthews, Luke Smith, Kandice Steele and Gina and Jeff Young.
Don’t forget Manatee High’s spanking new Davis Building Performing Arts Theater if you want to watch the Hurricanes play nationally ranked Good Counsel tonight in Olney, Md., on three big screens and hear it on surround sound.
Tickets are $10.
Doors open at 6:30 p.m.
Kickoff is 7:30 p.m.
Read more Friday in Vin's People on Bradenton.com.
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