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Show Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, March 11-14, 2017 The Park Record A-22 Meetings and agendas More Dogs on Main By Tom Clyde to publish your public notices and agendas please email classifieds@parkrecord.com Not ready for self-driving cars SNYDERVILLE BASIN SPECIAL RECREATION DISTRICT SNYDERVILLE BASIN SPECIAL RECREATION DISTRICT ADMINISTRATIVE CONTROL BOARD MEETING NOTICE Public notice is hereby given that the Administrative Control Board of the Snyderville Basin Special Recreation District will hold its regularly scheduled meeting on Wednesday, March 15, 2017, at the time and location specified below. 6:30 PM Approval of Minutes 2/15/17 6:35 PM Approval of Invoices 6:40 PM Discussion and possible approval of East Canyon Creek trailhead building award 6:50 PM Discussion and possible approval of job descriptions BOARD MEETING AGENDA 7:00 PM Questions on Department updates DATE: 7:15 PM Updates from District committees Wednesday, March 15, 2017 LOCATION: Trailside Park, 5715 Trailside Drive, Park City, UT 84098 6:00 PM Executive Session: Personnel 7:30 PM Director Comments and Review of Action Items 7:45 PM Board Member Questions/Comments 8:00 PM Executive Session: Property Acquisition 8:20 PM Adjourn 6:20 PM Public Input Snyderville Basin Planning Commission Notice is hereby given that the Snyderville Basin Planning Commission will meet in regular session Tuesday, March 14, 2017 ment to the Canyons SPA Development Agreement for Lots 1, 2, 5, 6, 9, 13, 16, 17 & 19 in the Aspen Creek Crossing Subdivision. – Tiffanie Northrup-Robinson, Senior Planner Location: Sheldon Richins Building (Library), 1885 West Ute Boulevard, Park City, UT 84098 AGENDA Agenda items may or may not be discussed in the order listed. 4:30 p.m. Work Session Continued review of the proposed amended Canyons Master Plan. – Tiffanie Northrup-Robinson, Senior Planner 6:00 p.m. Regular Session Public input for items not on the agenda or pending applications. Discussion and possible action regarding a Low Impact Permit for a single family residence that is outside of a platted subdivision and in the Ridgeline Overlay Zone.; 7 Knob Hill Road, Park City, UT; SS-34-A-2-A. – Amir Caus, County Planner Discussion and possible recommendation for the Frostwood F6 Amended Condo Plat.– Ray Milliner, Principal Planner Public hearing and possible action regarding an amend- Approval of minutes: December 13, 2016 and November 15, 2016 Work Session Discussion regarding the County Resource Management Plan.– Sean Lewis, County Planner DRC Updates Commission Comments Director Items Adjourn A majority of Snyderville Basin Planning Commission members may meet socially after the meeting. If so, the location will be announced by the Chair or Vice-Chair. County business will not be conducted. To view staff reports available after Friday, March 10, 2017 please visit: www.summitcounty.org Individuals needing special accommodations pursuant to the Americans with Disabilities Act regarding this meeting may contact Melissa Hardy, Summit County Community Development Department, at (435) 615-3157. Posted: March 9, 2017 Published: March 11, 2017 - Park Record Snyderville Basin Planning Commission Notice is hereby given that a Quorum of the Snyderville Basin Planning Commission may be present at the Summit County Council Meeting March 15, 2017 and March 22, 2017 at the Summit County Courthouse, 60 North Main Street, Coalville, UT 84017 By Jessica Curley Welcome all freshman to Park City High School can enjoy our senior year and graduate without dealing with the stress and obstacles caused by the grade realignment, which could have meant: no set classrooms, possibly learning in labs and storage areas, and utter claustrophobia. Unfortunately, the sophomores may be the first to experience this brutal transition when they are seniors, and all the other lower classmen will have to adjust as well. Amelia Jorgensen, a current junior, shared her opinions on the new grade realignment. I think our school is crowded enough. Anytime I’m walking through the halls, I am constantly dodging people...” “There are too many students attending this school, and the school itself isn’t big enough” she said. “The realignment would only cause more problems, and make it harder for the current students and teachers.” However, I do believe grade realignment is necessary. Three out of the four elementary schools in Park City have reached capacity and teachers and students are in need of more classroom space. Treasure Mountain Ju- nior High, also known as the local “prison” for students, has faced many problems in the past, and will continue to experience even more. The only option is to close the junior high and build a new school. Ultimately, I believe freshman would benefit from being exposed to high school students. But that can only happen if the high school is expanded. There is a significant difference in attitude and behavior when it comes to students from the junior high and students from the high school. It might be all that artificial light and lack of Vitamin D at the junior high, since it’s an enclosed school with no windows. From personal experience, I can say the difference in maturity between both schools is enormous. If freshmen got the chance to attend the high school, they might get their act together and start behaving and working appropriately. All people, hopefully, come to a certain age when aggravating a teacher intentionally, or making stupid remarks to classmates, isn’t acceptable. Because of that, it’s important freshman have upper classmen to look up to. Overall, I have mixed feelings about the grade realignment. I feel it will be challenging at first because of students overpopulating the school. But in time, everyone will adjust and the school will improve as a whole. Sign in with Facebook join the local conversation Add a comment… fishing lures in her nose, tried to explain it all. She was very good, and patient, but it was a lot to absorb. I ended up recruiting my sister’s grandson to set it so the doors would all unlock at the same time. Everything in my experience said, “get the stripped down model, you’ll never figure this stuff out.” But the deluxe model had one feature that could not be denied. The garage door opener is built into the mirror. I have a collection of them on the visor, and now, they are all built in. Suddenly, heated seats, keyless entry and built-in garage door openers have become as necessary as windshield wipers. And then, Obama hacked my car. It all stopped working one morning. I got in and pushed the magic button and, instead of just firing up, it all went to pieces.” And then, Obama hacked my car. It all stopped working one morning. I got in and pushed the magic button and, instead of just firing up, it all went to pieces. I got a three-minute PowerPoint presentation on the dashboard telling me that numerous meaningless acronyms weren’t working. After each slide, bells rang and a warning light on the dash would come on. It kept going, lighting things up one by one, until at the end, the dash was lit up like Temple Square on Christmas Eve. And then the engine started up and I drove away, trying to ignore the laser light show in front of me. Then I started getting emails from the car. At first they were quite polite. “We’ve noticed that there are some malfunction codes. You should get that checked at your dealer.” But there was snow to plow, roofs to shovel and skiing to be done. After a few days, the emails from the car became more pointed. When it finally said, “You idiot, get this death trap to a dealer immediately,” I took it in. The Subaru dealer is not like a normal mechanic’s shop. It’s clean as a surgical suite. The waiting room is a very pleasant café. Everybody speaks in full sentences. I didn’t know what to make of it. After a couple of hours, the service advisor told me that I couldn’t drive the car. They gave me a loaner and sent me home. After 10 days, it’s all good as new. The log of what they did is revealing. They tested one electronic gizmo after another, and replaced a long list of what I fear were very expensive parts (let’s hear it for warranties!). And then, the very last thing on the list said, “discovered corroded electrical connection on wheel sensor.” They replaced the sensor, but only because, after all they had done, simply cleaning off the gunk and tightening the loose wire would have been too embarrassing. So, just like my 75-year-old tractors, every electrical problem comes down to a bad ground. There’s a lot of hype about self-driving cars. I’m not quite ready to let a loose wire covered with road salt drive me off a cliff just yet. Tom Clyde practiced law in Park City for many years. He lives on a working ranch in Woodland and has been writing this column since 1986. Sunday in the Park By Teri Orr No book signing planned Student to Student At Park City High School, rumors are spread like wildfire, and the latest hot topic has been grade realignment. Recently, I’ve heard students and teachers say the freshman class could be transferring to Park City High School as early as next school year. All I could think was, “hell no.” I think our school is crowded enough. Anytime I’m walking through the halls, I am constantly dodging people or getting bumped into. As soon as the bell rings, I only have a certain amount of time to get to class, so I race across the school weaving through the many obstacles in between me and my destination. I dodge past people walking .001 miles per hour and slide my way between the groups milling in the middle of the hall. I may get distracted along the way, leaving me with one minute on the clock. After running up and down the multiple sets of stairs, I arrive to class out of breath, feeling accomplished. This summary may seem a little dramatic, but I experience it quite often. The point is: our school holds more than 1,000 people, and if it’s a struggle to get around on a daily basis, I can’t imagine what it would be like with another 400 students. After months of evaluating the decision to realign grades, the Park City School District decided to postpone the process. For us juniors, that makes life a whole lot easier. We I traded cars a few months ago. The old one was a criminal VW diesel. I absolutely loved it. It was fun to drive, got 50 miles to a gallon, and if that weren’t enough, it was paid for. But it had deep secrets. Apparently when connected to the emissions testing equipment at EPA, it was clean as a choir boy. Then when they unplugged it, it belched soot like a container ship. VW got busted. The Feds made them buy the cars back. So in December, I sold it back to VW for a price that was more than fair, and they sent it off to the crusher. As an aside, I don’t expect we will be seeing that kind of enforcement of environmental regulations for a while. Anyway, armed with a fat check and more than a little indignation that those crafty Germans had hoodwinked the system — for seven years — I decided to buy something different. I now have a Subaru; like you, and you, and you, too. Turns out the decision to get four-wheel drive this winter was pure genius. It’s been great. The Subaru is a nice car, and I splurged on it a bit. The fact is, the Subaru is larded up with every imaginable option. There is more electronic stuff on the car than the Apollo moon landing mission. It’s not self-driving, but comes pretty close. It knows when I drift across the lane marking. It alerts me if there is a car in my blind spot. It’s supposed to be able to slam on the brakes if a deer runs in front of me (which I think would be a bit unnerving, but have not had it happen yet). It tells me there is a traffic jam ahead when there isn’t another vehicle within a mile. The dealer’s “electronics concierge,” a 20-something girl with hair the color of a chemical spill and Admittedly, the question caught me off guard. And I have been turning it over in my head for weeks now. It started at an intermission, when a man I have known for years, but not well, came walking toward me with the playbill in his hand. He said, “What you wrote in here is very personal to this show and this dance company. I didn’t expect that. Your writing.” The next intermission his wife came over and said something like, “I didn’t know you wrote like that. Are you a writer?” I mumbled that I wrote a column in the paper most weeks and she nodded. She said, “Are you a writer? Have you written a book? Maybe you should write a book?” It is the question we who write, in any fashion, get from time to time. Real writers are published in a form that lives on a shelf or least with a “scanable” number on Amazon. I have been writing all my life: Poems when I was younger, because poems seem so much more important to the young and later to the old. That tough (done right) form of storytelling in very few words can evoke many moods or places or issues. Poems are the basis of all good music lyrics. Mine were mostly about nature when I was a preteen. Then I stopped writing because, oh, I don’t know. In my teenage years, they were about boys and proms, and toward the end, about the Vietnam War and the summer of love and so many things that others were writing so so much about — I just absorbed it. I married young, at 19. It was a dark place and I started writing again. Journals I hid. They were filled with such sadness. I burned them years later. When I ran away to Park City to restart my life, I worked in a ski shop at first and I wrote a silly column, Strike a Vein, under an assumed name (Jamie Olsen) about the coming and goings in town. A few years later, a reporter who left television and came back to print at our paper, decided without my permission, to reveal my real name in print one day. And it turned out my cover had been the worst kept secret in a small town. I started writing with my own name and maybe with a bit more gravitas. And in 1979 when I moved here, I also started writing for newspapers and magazines in this state and others. Never fiction, always fact, sometimes first person, unless I was covering murder trials or drug investigations. Or inquiries about the sausage-making machine of local government. Some stories went on for months and required so much homework they became my life, day and night. I would meet with undercover FBI agents in the drug busting days of the ‘80s and early ‘90s and with drug dealers. I would meet in jail with accused men who were part of the web of drugs and money and murder It does seem like real writers have written real books, but maybe it is enough to have told stories in this small space for 38 years this week. Small stories mostly about a small town and the very real characters in it.” that defined all ski resorts in those years. I was on the visitor list at the prison for a man who murdered his wife in front of the grocery store here during ski season. And during that same period, I wrote sermons and filled in at a church here when the minster went on vacation. There were so many stories to write. And then, just like that, I needed to leave it all. The burden of those stories — investigating them, hearing them, writing about them — was just too much and I needed to find a lighter, brighter place out of there. So I quit as editor of this paper and started doing freelance work with marketing and PR and helped raise money for some charities. I walked away from both a book deal and movie deal for a story about domestic violence that ended in a murder. All the while I kept writing my column. By now, the name had changed to Sunday in the Park, which really was meant to be a play on words about the Sondheim musical that was based on the painting by George Seurat, “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.” It was all rather complex and multi-layered, a bit pretentious and just obtuse enough. Most folks now just think the title is about Park City…And that’s okay, too. Over the years, people would ask if I planned on writing a book and it bunched me up. A history of Park City, but only in the ‘80s and 90s until now, would certainly be entertaining and also the fodder for endless lawsuits. Making it a work of fiction doesn’t really fix that. Writing about my current job with entertainers for the past 20 years would be great fun and there are spectacular, behind the stage stories but, well, see the lawsuit issue above. I was lamenting this lack of a body of work to a friend a few months ago and he laughed and said “ what is it you tell people you first meet and they ask what you do?” And I smiled. I say, “I am a writer.” Because whether I was paid for it or not, I have written all my life. All the other jobs and lives have been fit in and around the writing. So to make me feel better, my friend said, “In the number of words you have written —that have been published — there is the equivalent of several books. So would you just get over that written-a-book-thing?” And I try. It does seem like real writers have written real books, but maybe it is enough to have told stories in this small space for 38 years this week. Small stories mostly about a small town and the very real characters in it. And about the need for reflection some Sundays in the Park… Teri Orr is a former editor of The Park Record. She is the director of the Park City Institute, which provides programming for the George S. and Dolores Doré Eccles Center for the Performing Arts. |