Martin Lutero says he is a gospel singer.
He even brought a CD of his music to Saturday's national anthem tryouts at McKechnie Field.
Whether the Brazilian native makes the cut, the 51-year-old definitely left an impression on the audience and judges.
His interpretative version of "Our Star-Spangled Banner" evoked comparisons -- distant comparisons -- to the King of Rock and Roll.
"Is this guy doing Elvis?" asked Bradenton Police Lt. Darrell Akemon, who was on hand to watch daughter Mary audition, but was amused by Lutero's delivery.
Dan Wolfert, the new GM for the Bradenton Marauders FSL ballclub, made the same connection while judging the event.
"Elvis?" he wrote on his notes.
"If he had started shaking his hips ... " Wolfert said later, grinning.
Lutero's gestures were limited to his hands and arms, but even without the hip wiggle or leg shake, he was definitely channeling Elvis.
Or trying.
"I was raised by Americans in my country and the first singer I fell in love with was Elvis Presley," he said. "I followed his style, I have this baritone voice. I've done this many times."
Can't wait to see if it will play at McKechnie Field.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Scenic route beats bullet train
I’m big on taking the scenic route, especially when the destination is Orlando.
Maybe Route 64 east to U.S. 27 and turn north.Or Route 62 east to U.S. 37 then north.
Or east to U.S. 17, then north and over to U.S. 27.
It’s involved, but I avoid Interstate 4 as much as I can.
Even if my future bride is riding shotgun.
“I’d like to get there sometime today,” is Sherri Manring’s refrain.
Sounds like a candidate for the proposed bullet train.
Too bad we may not live long enough to see it in Manatee County.
Read more in Sunday's Mannix About Manatee.
Maybe Route 64 east to U.S. 27 and turn north.Or Route 62 east to U.S. 37 then north.
Or east to U.S. 17, then north and over to U.S. 27.
It’s involved, but I avoid Interstate 4 as much as I can.
Even if my future bride is riding shotgun.
“I’d like to get there sometime today,” is Sherri Manring’s refrain.
Sounds like a candidate for the proposed bullet train.
Too bad we may not live long enough to see it in Manatee County.
Read more in Sunday's Mannix About Manatee.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Something for survivor to laugh about
Jeanne Valescot's recent journey to Haiti did not have many light moments.
She'd gone there to bury a grandfather, only to get caught in the horrific earthquake Jan. 12 that killed more than 100,000 of her former countrymen.
The Bradenton woman spent two day helping family and friends make it through the overwhelming ordeal.
She had nothing to eat.
Bottled water and salted crackers were it.
Valescot said she was too busy to have an appetite.
When her hunger finally hit her she was at the airport awaiting passage aboard a military transport back to Florida Jan. 15. American military personnel were handing out infamous MREs -- meals ready to eat.
"I had a piece of chicken or ... I don't know what it was," Valescot said.
She laughed long and loud at the recollection.
It had to feel good.
She'd gone there to bury a grandfather, only to get caught in the horrific earthquake Jan. 12 that killed more than 100,000 of her former countrymen.
The Bradenton woman spent two day helping family and friends make it through the overwhelming ordeal.
She had nothing to eat.
Bottled water and salted crackers were it.
Valescot said she was too busy to have an appetite.
When her hunger finally hit her she was at the airport awaiting passage aboard a military transport back to Florida Jan. 15. American military personnel were handing out infamous MREs -- meals ready to eat.
"I had a piece of chicken or ... I don't know what it was," Valescot said.
She laughed long and loud at the recollection.
It had to feel good.
Monday, January 25, 2010
New Orleans ex-patriate feels Saints
Know any New Orleans Saints fans?
No?
Meet Fred Sullivan.
The wonderful publican at Sully's Bar at Sean Murphy's Beach Bistro on Holmes Beach has been a Saints fan for as long as he can remember. He had a home and a restaurant in the Big Easy before Hurricane Katrina changed his life forever in 2005 and he moved to Holmes Beach.
"Thirty years of suffering," as Sullivan jokingly puts it his Saints allegiance.
That includes stretches of last Sunday's overtime NFC Championship victory over Brett Favre and the Minnesota Vikings.
When No. 4 got the football back with about 2:37 to left in regulation, Sullivan couldn't watch.
It was like deja vu, as Favre drove the Vikings toward what looked like a classic set up for the game-winning field goal and a ticket to the Super Bowl that went with it.
"I'm thinking, here we go again," Sullivan said. "No matter how good a season the Saints had this year, it all seemed about to go down the drain."
Aah, but then Favre through that interception, the Saints won the coin flip in overtime and punched their ticket to Miami.
Sullivan was getting calls Sunday night and all day Monday from friends in New Orleans.
"I can just imagine the celebrating that went on," Sullivan said. "It's amazing to think how a silly game like football can give a city such a good feeling."
After what New Orleans went through, its people deserve it.
Fred Sullivan, too.
No?
Meet Fred Sullivan.
The wonderful publican at Sully's Bar at Sean Murphy's Beach Bistro on Holmes Beach has been a Saints fan for as long as he can remember. He had a home and a restaurant in the Big Easy before Hurricane Katrina changed his life forever in 2005 and he moved to Holmes Beach.
"Thirty years of suffering," as Sullivan jokingly puts it his Saints allegiance.
That includes stretches of last Sunday's overtime NFC Championship victory over Brett Favre and the Minnesota Vikings.
When No. 4 got the football back with about 2:37 to left in regulation, Sullivan couldn't watch.
It was like deja vu, as Favre drove the Vikings toward what looked like a classic set up for the game-winning field goal and a ticket to the Super Bowl that went with it.
"I'm thinking, here we go again," Sullivan said. "No matter how good a season the Saints had this year, it all seemed about to go down the drain."
Aah, but then Favre through that interception, the Saints won the coin flip in overtime and punched their ticket to Miami.
Sullivan was getting calls Sunday night and all day Monday from friends in New Orleans.
"I can just imagine the celebrating that went on," Sullivan said. "It's amazing to think how a silly game like football can give a city such a good feeling."
After what New Orleans went through, its people deserve it.
Fred Sullivan, too.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Last Saturday at Manatee County Fair
Saturday afternoon at the Manatee County Fair was a culinary delight.
Make that adventure.
Had a corn dog from Manatee Sunrise Kiwanis. Again.
Scarfed down a slice of pizza.
Ate half a bag of kettle corn.
Had some strawberry shortcake from Church on the Rock.
All of it washed down with Pepsi.
Didn't ride any rides this year, but enjoyed watching others get their kicks.
Especially on the Freak Out, a ride that swings four sets of thrill-seekers back and forth from a 10 o'clock to 2 o'clock position, rotating the seated-and-strapped-in riders as they go.
Watched the Robinson pig races, too, a better, longer entertaining amusement than the dog-riding monkeys last year.
But the biggest kick I got was watching kids climb the Spider Web.
It was a column of nine ringed platforms spaced 3-feet apart, crisscrossed with strips of trampoline-like material.
The object was to climb through each platform, then dive into the entrance of an inflated chute and slide back to the ground.
Watching kids try to conquer this thing was hysterical.
Most would manage to get through a couple of platforms, then fall through one. Or both.
It took a while to do it.
In fact, there was one boy who just could not climb past the third rung, unlike his brother who navigated his way to the top and then down the chute in no time.
We finally left, half-expecting to see that youngster still gamely working his way up the Spider Web our next trip around.
May try to climb that sucker myself next year.
Think they give senior discounts?
Make that adventure.
Had a corn dog from Manatee Sunrise Kiwanis. Again.
Scarfed down a slice of pizza.
Ate half a bag of kettle corn.
Had some strawberry shortcake from Church on the Rock.
All of it washed down with Pepsi.
Didn't ride any rides this year, but enjoyed watching others get their kicks.
Especially on the Freak Out, a ride that swings four sets of thrill-seekers back and forth from a 10 o'clock to 2 o'clock position, rotating the seated-and-strapped-in riders as they go.
Watched the Robinson pig races, too, a better, longer entertaining amusement than the dog-riding monkeys last year.
But the biggest kick I got was watching kids climb the Spider Web.
It was a column of nine ringed platforms spaced 3-feet apart, crisscrossed with strips of trampoline-like material.
The object was to climb through each platform, then dive into the entrance of an inflated chute and slide back to the ground.
Watching kids try to conquer this thing was hysterical.
Most would manage to get through a couple of platforms, then fall through one. Or both.
It took a while to do it.
In fact, there was one boy who just could not climb past the third rung, unlike his brother who navigated his way to the top and then down the chute in no time.
We finally left, half-expecting to see that youngster still gamely working his way up the Spider Web our next trip around.
May try to climb that sucker myself next year.
Think they give senior discounts?
Friday, January 22, 2010
Mother's voice affirmation from Haiti
Isemarine Civil’s voice was weak and sounded like she’d been crying for days.
"You could hear the sadness," Cristine Civil said.
Yet it was still a sublime moment for the 2005 Bradenton Christian School grad.
Her mother was alive in Haiti.
So was her brother, Wilkinson, and grandmother, Jasmine.
"I cried from happiness," said the 24-year-old. "A big burden was lifted from my shoulders."
Read more in Sunday's Mannix About Manatee.
"You could hear the sadness," Cristine Civil said.
Yet it was still a sublime moment for the 2005 Bradenton Christian School grad.
Her mother was alive in Haiti.
So was her brother, Wilkinson, and grandmother, Jasmine.
"I cried from happiness," said the 24-year-old. "A big burden was lifted from my shoulders."
Read more in Sunday's Mannix About Manatee.
Monday, January 18, 2010
"Famous Kiwanis Corn Dogs" this way
The 15th annual Manatee County Fair Cheerleading Competition was over, but I wasn't ready to leave the fairgrounds just yet.
I was hungry.
There was the usual array of vendors offering every kind of delectable delight.
Sausage hogies. Pizza. Steak bits. You name it.
I wanted a corn dog.
Not any corn dog, mind you.
A Manatee Sunrise Kiwanis corn dog.
But I couldn't find that little white concrete stand they'd had for more than 40 years.
Turns out it was torn down along with the other renovations brought about this year.
So back and forth I went, searching the midway, tempted by the aroma of other fair foods.
I pressed on.
Finally, on my second or third loop through the north side of the fairgrounds, I saw a sign with an arrow pointing toward the right:
"Famous Kiwanis Corn Dogs"
Hurrah!
The good folks are mobile now, a vendor-on-wheels like everybody else at the fair.
Judge Durand Adams was doing the honors, dipping hot dogs into the club's secret batter.
Club president Steve Covey was telling folks to be sure to tell others about their new setup, not far from their old location opposite the Chaires Building for arts and crafts, and next to the Firkins Automotive Variety Stage.
Anyway, I was so hungry I wolfed down one corn dog, slathered with mustard.
"Good, isn't it?" the judge called out.
So good, I ordered another.
One for the road.
I was hungry.
There was the usual array of vendors offering every kind of delectable delight.
Sausage hogies. Pizza. Steak bits. You name it.
I wanted a corn dog.
Not any corn dog, mind you.
A Manatee Sunrise Kiwanis corn dog.
But I couldn't find that little white concrete stand they'd had for more than 40 years.
Turns out it was torn down along with the other renovations brought about this year.
So back and forth I went, searching the midway, tempted by the aroma of other fair foods.
I pressed on.
Finally, on my second or third loop through the north side of the fairgrounds, I saw a sign with an arrow pointing toward the right:
"Famous Kiwanis Corn Dogs"
Hurrah!
The good folks are mobile now, a vendor-on-wheels like everybody else at the fair.
Judge Durand Adams was doing the honors, dipping hot dogs into the club's secret batter.
Club president Steve Covey was telling folks to be sure to tell others about their new setup, not far from their old location opposite the Chaires Building for arts and crafts, and next to the Firkins Automotive Variety Stage.
Anyway, I was so hungry I wolfed down one corn dog, slathered with mustard.
"Good, isn't it?" the judge called out.
So good, I ordered another.
One for the road.
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