So the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers needs bigger bags for the gunk in Ware’s Creek.
At some point, they’re going to take down the Ninth Avenue Bridge, too.
Now the dredging project is pushed back to May or June.
What year?
Don’t laugh.
You haven’t heard the half of it.
This infernal undertaking might be here for a long time.
Like a few more years.
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Old neighbors meet again at McKechnie Field
While Carol McKechnie Montgomery signs her book, "The Deacon’s Daughter" at McKechnie Field Saturday, there might be a reunion with Bob Blalock.
The Blalocks were neighbors of the McKechnies, who lived in Bradenton from 1947 until 1965 when Bill, a Baseball Hall of Famer, died in 1965. His wife, Beryl, died a few years earlier.
It was McKechnie who influenced Blalock to chair the task force that kept the Pittsburgh Pirates downtown and developed the plans for the current McKechnie Field.
"Bill McKechnie was one of the finest men ever," Blalock said.
Deputy Police Chief J.J. Lewis is retiring after 27 years with the city of Bradenton.
Big doings for Brian and Julia Schultz’s family.
Daughter Jessica and husband Troy Langford gave the folks another grandchild, Noah David, whose siblings are Addison and Nathan. Younger daughter Kristine got engaged to Derrick Gorris.
And the ol’ man, a restaurateur for years, just hired on at the Salvation Army as kitchen/commissary manager.
Steve Ramsey sings our national anthem Friday at McKechnie and Heather Wainscott does the honors for the Pirates Grapefruit League home finale Saturday.
Read more Friday in Vin's People on Bradenton.com.
The Blalocks were neighbors of the McKechnies, who lived in Bradenton from 1947 until 1965 when Bill, a Baseball Hall of Famer, died in 1965. His wife, Beryl, died a few years earlier.
It was McKechnie who influenced Blalock to chair the task force that kept the Pittsburgh Pirates downtown and developed the plans for the current McKechnie Field.
"Bill McKechnie was one of the finest men ever," Blalock said.
Deputy Police Chief J.J. Lewis is retiring after 27 years with the city of Bradenton.
Big doings for Brian and Julia Schultz’s family.
Daughter Jessica and husband Troy Langford gave the folks another grandchild, Noah David, whose siblings are Addison and Nathan. Younger daughter Kristine got engaged to Derrick Gorris.
And the ol’ man, a restaurateur for years, just hired on at the Salvation Army as kitchen/commissary manager.
Steve Ramsey sings our national anthem Friday at McKechnie and Heather Wainscott does the honors for the Pirates Grapefruit League home finale Saturday.
Read more Friday in Vin's People on Bradenton.com.
Big benefit Sunday for 7-year-old wrestler
There will be a big rummage sale/car wash 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. Sunday for Isaiah Jackson, the 7-year-old still hospitalized and undergoing intense therapy after he was hit by a dump truck Feb. 15 while biking home from Kinnan Elementary School.
The event is being held jointly at the Shell Station and Courtesy Cleaners parking lots flanking 35th Street West and Manatee Avenue.
It is spearheaded by the Manatee Kids Club Wrestling program at Manatee High — Isaiah was a member — and being supported by numerous businesses and service clubs.
Proceeds will go toward defraying his family’s mounting medical bills.
Call 729-2529 or 941-879-717 for details.
The event is being held jointly at the Shell Station and Courtesy Cleaners parking lots flanking 35th Street West and Manatee Avenue.
It is spearheaded by the Manatee Kids Club Wrestling program at Manatee High — Isaiah was a member — and being supported by numerous businesses and service clubs.
Proceeds will go toward defraying his family’s mounting medical bills.
Call 729-2529 or 941-879-717 for details.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Giving thanks after Sunday morning scare
It was one of those moments where you truly say, there but for the grace of God go I.
I was on my way to Sunday morning mass at Our Lady Queen of Martyrs in Whitfield.
Running a little late, I didn't want to wait for the light at Tallevast Road and US 301 and turned north.
There was one car in front of me in the left-hand turn lane for the light at Whitfield Avenue and when we got the green arrow the driver took his time making the turn.
I thought about passing him on the outside, but changed my mind.
Why push my luck.
So I took my time.
Good thing.
The car was 20-25 yards ahead of me when it happened.
A station wagon suddenly drove onto Whitfield from a street on the north side.
I'm like, this isn't really happening, is it?
Unfortunately, yes.
WHAM!
The auto T-boned the station wagon with shuddering impact.
I stopped as did traffic coming from the other direction to see if anybody needed help.
Incredibly, both drivers seemed OK.
Stunned? Yes.
But OK.
Same for the passengers.
Eventually I drove onto church, saying a silent prayer as I went.
That could've been me.
Thankfully, it wasn't.
I was driving my wife's SUV.
I was on my way to Sunday morning mass at Our Lady Queen of Martyrs in Whitfield.
Running a little late, I didn't want to wait for the light at Tallevast Road and US 301 and turned north.
There was one car in front of me in the left-hand turn lane for the light at Whitfield Avenue and when we got the green arrow the driver took his time making the turn.
I thought about passing him on the outside, but changed my mind.
Why push my luck.
So I took my time.
Good thing.
The car was 20-25 yards ahead of me when it happened.
A station wagon suddenly drove onto Whitfield from a street on the north side.
I'm like, this isn't really happening, is it?
Unfortunately, yes.
WHAM!
The auto T-boned the station wagon with shuddering impact.
I stopped as did traffic coming from the other direction to see if anybody needed help.
Incredibly, both drivers seemed OK.
Stunned? Yes.
But OK.
Same for the passengers.
Eventually I drove onto church, saying a silent prayer as I went.
That could've been me.
Thankfully, it wasn't.
I was driving my wife's SUV.
Friday, March 23, 2012
A 17-year-old like any one of our own
He texted at all hours and enjoyed playing sports video games.
High school chemistry was a bear, but he still planned on college.
He wanted to be a pilot.
Trayvon Martin sounds like he would’ve been a typical 17-year-old in our community.
He could’ve been Robert Powell’s son.
He could’ve been James Thomas’ son, too.
Both fathers were among concerned local people who journeyed to Sanford to join a rally protesting the fatal shooting of Martin on Feb. 26 by a neighborhood watch volunteer.
A tragedy that’s ignited a nationwide furor resonates here.
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
High school chemistry was a bear, but he still planned on college.
He wanted to be a pilot.
Trayvon Martin sounds like he would’ve been a typical 17-year-old in our community.
He could’ve been Robert Powell’s son.
He could’ve been James Thomas’ son, too.
Both fathers were among concerned local people who journeyed to Sanford to join a rally protesting the fatal shooting of Martin on Feb. 26 by a neighborhood watch volunteer.
A tragedy that’s ignited a nationwide furor resonates here.
Read more Sunday in Mannix About Manatee on Bradenton.com.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Manatee Hurricane bound for Defiance College
Big ups to Manatee Hurricane Garrett Waiters, who has committed to Defiance College, a
Division III program in Defiance, Ohio.Located in northwest Ohio, the school was founded in 1850.
The MHS senior played left guard for coach Joe Kinnan’s 2011 Class 7A state football champions and is a pitcher/first baseman for coach Dwayne Strong’s baseball team.
Cheers from proud parents Frank and Kathy, brother Chris and the rest of Team Waiters extended family.
A bow to Henry Lawrence, new Florida Sports Hall of Fame inductee.
Don’t miss the Manatee Patchworkers Quilt Show, "Quilting By The River," 9 a.m.-5 p.m. today and 9 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday at State College of Florida’s gymnasium building No. 17, 5840 26th St. W., Bradenton.
Proceeds helped to provide funding "Quilts for Cruisers," a program that has provided 300-plus quilts to law enforcement to distribute to children.
Visit www.manateepatchworkers.org for details.
My man Terry Wilson is retiring after 31 years with the City of Bradenton fire department.
Speaking of fire departments, Southern Manatee Fire & Rescue District’s Board of Commissioners 2011 Employee Award recipients were:
Lt. Marc Morgan, Officer of the Year.
Derek Foss, Firefighter of the Year.
Kevin Harvill, Rookie of the Year.
Bookkeeper Debbie Hiser, Staff Employee of the Year.
Read more Friday in Vin's People on Bradenton.com.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
How to iron T-shirts a life's revelation
It is really and truly amazing what practical things you can still learn every day even at this stage in life.
That is, as a 62-year-old male who gave up the wilds of bachelordom for the comforts of married life two years ago.
There I was ironing my baseball T-shirts, recently unpacked for spring training.
Over all those years past, I'd just whip out a T-shirt and pull it on.
Not after I married Sherri.
"You can't wear that," was all she had to say. "It's wrinkled."
Out came the ironing board and iron.
I always ironed my Hawaiian shirts, but T-shirts?
Naaah.
I do now.
Anyway, I was ironing one of my T-shirts with "Phillies" across the chest the other day and ran the iron across the letters.
Bad move.
Some of the them got messed up and came off on the hot iron.
It didn't bother me too much, because I've always figured the shirt's not really mine until I either spill something on it --- like mustard at a ballgame --- or have an ironing mishap.
I've had way more of the former than the latter until this particular day.
After I was done, I tried scrubbing the paint off the hot iron under running water in the sink.
"What are you doing?" my wife said.
I told her and why.
Her next words were a revelation for me.
Not to mention my T-shirt collection.
"Next time try ironing your T-shirts inside out," Sherri said.
Ta-daaah!
Where has she been all my life?
Don't ask.
That is, as a 62-year-old male who gave up the wilds of bachelordom for the comforts of married life two years ago.
There I was ironing my baseball T-shirts, recently unpacked for spring training.
Over all those years past, I'd just whip out a T-shirt and pull it on.
Not after I married Sherri.
"You can't wear that," was all she had to say. "It's wrinkled."
Out came the ironing board and iron.
I always ironed my Hawaiian shirts, but T-shirts?
Naaah.
I do now.
Anyway, I was ironing one of my T-shirts with "Phillies" across the chest the other day and ran the iron across the letters.
Bad move.
Some of the them got messed up and came off on the hot iron.
It didn't bother me too much, because I've always figured the shirt's not really mine until I either spill something on it --- like mustard at a ballgame --- or have an ironing mishap.
I've had way more of the former than the latter until this particular day.
After I was done, I tried scrubbing the paint off the hot iron under running water in the sink.
"What are you doing?" my wife said.
I told her and why.
Her next words were a revelation for me.
Not to mention my T-shirt collection.
"Next time try ironing your T-shirts inside out," Sherri said.
Ta-daaah!
Where has she been all my life?
Don't ask.
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