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Show Charlie, this was his first encounter with the Dreaded Document I was able to easily trade down the Scenic Overlay Ordinance, or the dummy plan that everyone was yipping about. The Planning Commission drafted the proposal with the river corridor in mind, and had not even gone as far as introducing the idea to the Council. (NOTE: A letter to the editor from P&Z member Norm Shrewsbury on page 38 goes a long way toward explaining the Scenic Overlay Zone) And yet those who were the most upset over the Scenic Overlay plan made no attempt as far as I know, to contact any of the Council members for an explanation. These guys aren't too difficult to track down and they're all in the phone book. Instead they ran with the ball, claiming this ordinance was their smoking gun...proof positive that the Council was not worthy to hold office. And the ammunition they needed to push their recall petitions. I've never seen such a small group of people so anxious to think the worst of someone they've never taken the time to know. So... on November 2, we vote again for the fourth time in a year to determine who will lead Grand County. If the coundlmen survive this recall, will that be the end of it? I would not want to bet money. The recall provision sets no time limit on securing names for the petition. The day after the election, a new petition can start to make the Bowling Alley Rounds again, and we can have another election, a special election in February. Nevermind that four of the Coundlmen have to stand for in November 1994 anyway. Hell, we can have an election every other month. And if this council gets thrown out and their opponents power, then the supporters of the current council can start their own petitions in six months and throw the most recently elected Council to the dogs. We could keep this up for years. We may become the laughing stock of the dvilized world, but 111 never be wanting of something to write about. Somebody bring me an aspirin. re-gai- Subscribe to the PHYR This newspaper has been described in various ways. It was once called the "best local newspaper in America" by a reporter in Wyoming, and it was once described in one word, "shit," by a member of the Grand County Roads Board. We think you should be the judge. You will probably discover that both answers are correct Write to: The Zephyr P.O. Box 327 Moab, UT 84532 One year (11 issues)...$15 Two years (22 issues).. .$28 Three years (33 issues)...$40 n I'm steamed about a few things this month. First of all, I want to know when the Moab City Police is going to start ticketing these monster trucks that blow Main Street stop lights every hour of the day. A month or so ago, one of the contributors to this paper was ticketed for riding his bicyde on the sidewalk. I'm not biker with an attitude. This was a gentle man who talking about your Yal loo Gonzo Lycra-da- d simply forgot to slide off his bike when he hit the curb...fined $30. But I can stand in front of the Emporium, at the comer of Main and Center Streets, and watch after another roar through the intersection at excessive speeds and with no regard one to the light And I have never seen one of these big brutes fined for his arrogant driving behavior. It would be a piece of cake for the dty cops to monitor the truck traffic Instead of taking thdr dgarette break behind the office on Main, they could have a smoke on the front sidewalk. From that vantage point, they couldn't ignore the violations if they wanted to. '' PAGE 3 THE ZEPHYROCTOBER 1993 Name Address Renewal New Subscription. ler Where are the old brass doors to the courthouse? Those beautiful old doors came down when them. the building underwent renovations, but an effort was supposed to be made to Now I understand that the old doors didn't meet some federal regulation regarding fire safety and had to be replaced. But still...where are the doors? They have historical significance; a lot of B5. flowed through those doors over the years. If nothing else, they should be donated to the museum. Return the doors. re-inst- For a couple of months now, I have been trying to figure out why there is a wooden fence separating the new Visitor Center from the Western Plaza. There is no gap in the fence, so tourists trying to get from one of those locations to the other is required to walk the length of the barrier, for no apparent reason. Now I am a firm believer in exercise, and either walking the detour or jumping foe fence can provide a momentary aerobics workout for all you health nuts. But really, aren't thWe better ways to bum calories? I had heard some concern expressed that visitors would start using the Visitor Center parking lot while they shopped in the Western Plaza. But it appears just foe opposite is occurring. Many tourists never see the Center Street parking lot and end up squeezing their way into foe Western Plaza; in fact, the Visitor Center parking lot is often near empty. If the agencies that operate foe Visitor Center fed they can't punch a hole in their fence, I'd like to suggest an altemative--a stile, steps that dimb one ride of foe fence and descend the other. I would even be willing to make a contribution to the construction of this fence if it could possibly be named "Stiles' Stile." self-absorb- ed If Bill Clinton come to Moab for a haircut, he'd get the best from Pete, and save a bunch of money too. 78 SOUTH MOAB, UTAH 84532 Two months ago, the Zephyr induded some pictures of an old pickup truck with the logo, "Free rides to Trail Town. Terry Knouff took foe pictures, but did not know the origins of this old vehide. Neither did I, so we induded a request to foe readership to help us learn its identity and history. We ended up getting several replies. The truck belonged to joe Gelo, who owned the Canyonlands Trading Post In foe 50s and 60s, Joe picked up tourists at their motels and at restaurants, and transported them to the slide shows he ran in the summer. The first person to contact me was my neighbor, Andy Anderson, who not only knew who owned foe truck, but helped get foe old truck in running condition. Thanks, Andy and your free subscription is on the way. Last month, I ran photographs of an old wooden D & RGW caboose that used to sit in the middle of nowhere, several miles north of Arches. It disappeared in the early 80s. According to long-tim-e resident SpykeSpykerman (I'm getting this 2nd hand; I heard Spike was looking for me, but I haven't heard it direct from foe Buddha's mouth), the caboose now resides somewhere near Dewey Bridge. But if this doesn't reveal something about foe times we live in, I was also told that the caboose was going to be converted into a Bed it Breakfast. From foe sand and the wind and the kangaroo rats, to espresso and lycra. MAIN ST. 25 off Skirts, Shorts, Straw hats. Stop by, if you dare. |