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Show A-16 Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, May 4-7, 2019 The Park Record Meetings and agendas More Dogs on Main TO PUBLISH YOUR PUBLIC NOTICES AND AGENDAS, PLEASE EMAIL CLASSIFIEDS@PARKRECORD.COM By Tom Clyde Big anniversaries AGENDA Summit County Board of Health Meeting May 6, 2019 4:00 – 5:30 PM Summit County Health Department 650 Round Valley Drive Park City, Utah 84060 PUBLIC MEETING 4:00 – 5:30 1. Welcome and Approval of Minutes (4:00 – 4:05) 2. Public Comment (4:05 – 4:10) 3. Directors Report (4:10 – 4:20, Rich) 4. UALBOH update (4:20 – 4:25) 5. Brent Ovard retirement (4:25 – 4:30, Rich) 6. Laboratory fee follow up and possible action (4:30 – 4:40, Phil) 7. Community Health Assessment and Planning update (4:40 – 4:50, Phil, Rich) 8. Measles report (4:50 – 5:00, Carolyn) 9. Behavioral Health RFP update (5:00 – 5:15, Aaron) 10. Board Member Comments, Questions, Observations (5:15 – 5:30, All) 11. Adjourn Continued from A-13 Mountain Town to pose a similar threat. One roof is said to have shake shingles, hence posting less risk. But another building in the town’s commercial sector slid with what one speaker at the meeting estimated was up to eight feet of snow. No one was walking by. Construction firm fined in trench deaths of 2 workers JACKSON, Wyo. – A resort in Jackson Hole has been fined $10,832 by Wyoming for workplace failures that led to the deaths of two laborers at a construction site. The two men were working in a 12-foot deep trench at a house under construction when the trench collapsed. The men, one aged 42 and the other 56, died of compression asphyxication, the Jackson Hole News&Guide reports. A Wyoming state official told the News& Guide that the fines aren’t a reflection of the severity of the consequences. “If the exact same violations existed at a job site but nobody was killed or injured, the fines would be more or less the same,” said Ty Stockton, communications manager for the Wyoming Department of Workforce Services. The role of the fines, he said, is to “hopefully change behavior.” The citation by the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, a federal agency administered by the state, found that “no support systems, shield systems or other protective systems” were in place. A civil lawsuit against the developer that alleges wrongful death is in the works. Republican sees leftward tilt to school ceiling tiles HAILEY, Idaho – If you look at the ceiling in a hallway at Wood River High School, which has students from the Ketchum and Sun Valley area, you will see some imaginative artwork. Some of that artwork obviously has a low regard for U.S. President Donald Trump. One of those ceiling tiles has a representation of Barack Obama’s “Hope” campaign poster alongside a painting of Trump reading “Nope” in the same style. There are more ceiling tiles that might offend a fervid Donald Trump supporter, reports the Idaho Mountain Express. One lampoons Trump’s proposed wall on the Mexican border. Another notes Trump’s efforts to deport children. All the tiles were done by advanced-placement students at the high school, and to an outraged Republican candidate in Idaho, the messages represent clear evidence of indoctrination by educators. Educators say there’s more nuance. For example, a cartoon on one ceiling tile shows inflation pilfering money from an unsuspecting wallet. Another cited the banking industry for its role in the economic downturn of 2008. The school district superintendent explained that the students who choose to paint a tile pick a subject based on what they’d learned the past year. “The students have to justify why their topic resonated with them,” explained GwenCarol Holmes. She pointed to other tiles, one a portrait of Abraham Lincoln, and another pro-Trump political cartoon showing the president freeing a balloon labeled “business” from sandbags of “regulation.” How Sun Valley chit-chat led to a White House visit SUN VALLEY, Idaho – In June 2017, Jared Kushner and his wife, Ivanka Trump, were at the annual Allen & Co. gathering at Sun Valley of celebrities, chief executives, and tech titans. Patio conversations have yielded some big business news over the years. And so it came about that Charles Barkley and Jared Kushner exchanged phone numbers. Barkley, the former NBA basketball player and now TV personality, has an interest in advancing vocational schools to train plumbers, electricians, and mechanics, especially for African Americans. He came by this cause after visiting his hometown in Alabama and finding nobody with the requisite skills who was African American to work on his house. He then created a $1 million endowment. Kushner, in turn, has been interested in the same thing, and he invited Barkley to visit him at the White House to discuss what could be done in greater depth. Barkley, who has let the world know his unfavorable impression of Donald Trump, told former ESPN podcaster Jemele Hill that he said he would, but only if there was no camera time and if he could be assured he wouldn’t have to see Donald Trump. And so it came to pass that Sir Charles, as he is sometimes called, surreptitiously was spirited into the White House. No word yet on what came of that conversation. Construction underway on 45 affordable housing units ASPEN, Colo. – Construction has begun on 45 affordable rental units in Aspen. Rental prices will start at $632 per month for a one bedroom. These units will be only rentals and will not have a workforce history requirement, explains the Aspen Daily News. That contrasts sharply with most of Aspen’s affordable housing, which consists of for-purchase units available only to those who have been employed within Pitkin County for four years. The land for the project had been purchased by the city government in 2007. Massive housing plans for a former gravel pit EDWARDS, Colo. – Big plans were announced recently for the site of a former gravel pit along the Eagle River at Edwards. This is about three miles from Beaver Creek and 10 miles from Vail. The Vail Daily reports that a project called Edwards RiverPark (their choice of spelling) has plans for 594 real estate units, only 27 of them in single-family homes. The project would be very dense, with all the 1,600 parking spaces within buildings. The plans going before Eagle County do not envision price-capped affordable housing, but instead a 1 percent real estate transfer fee would be levied on all purchases by those who are not members of the local workforce. The money would then be given to the Eagle County Housing and Development Authority to develop workforce housing. Winter was very, very good for Vail Resorts BROOMFIELD, Colo. – It was a very good winter for Vail Resorts. The ski company reported a 9.3 percent gain in revenue from lift ticket revenues at its North American mountain resorts, a 6.5 percent increase in ski school revenue compared with the same period last year, and a 7 percent increase in dining revenue. Buzz Schleper, who has been a ski and snowboard retailer in Vail for decades, told the Vail Daily that his business has never had a year like this one before – and it was a good one in particular after two relatively lackluster seasons. Stock in the company was trading at $220 per share on Friday, still well below its maximum of $298 in August 2018. Ski patrollers strike deal with Vail at Crested Butte CRESTED BUTTE, Colo. – Ski patrollers at Crested Butte now have a contract with Vail Resorts. Citing a press release, the Crested Butte News reports that the agreement provides a retroactive increase for the 2018-2019 season to members of the Crested Butte Professional Ski Patrol Association and financial incentives for continuing education. The agreement also provides patrollers a four-fold increase in training opportunities and enhanced input into workplace safety. There are a couple of big anniversaries coming up. Two years ago this week, I got struck by lightning. Obviously not a direct hit, but close enough to count. My nephew (actually grand-nephew) and I were relocating the end bumper of the center pivot sprinkler system on the hay farm. Picture installing a football goalpost out in an open field. We had the bucket of the front end loader filled with wet cement that needed to get poured in the hole before it set up and became part of the tractor. A little micro-burst storm came up very suddenly, and while we were smooshing the cement around in the hole with shovels, standing next to this big metal thing sticking up in the air, we got zapped. It was enough to knock us sideways, and I would have gone down but for the support from the shovel. The fingertips of my gloves were burnt, and my hands and arms tingled for several hours. I don’t recall either thunder or a bright flash of light. Just the sizzle of the fingertips of my rain-soaked gloves. The rain quit as quickly as it started, and nobody seemed to have any lasting damage. We got the cement poured and went on with the day’s work. If the lightning strike imbued me with any superpowers, they have not become obvious in the last two years. I’m not ready to pack it in and join the Avengers. But the experience rearrange my perspective on things. Knowing that almost unmeasurable variables could have been the difference between nothing at all and being farmer-kabob puts the uncertainty of everything into focus. If the lightning strike had been closer, or if I had been touching the steel pole instead of a couple of feet away — who knows. Anyway, it’s become a great excuse to ignore a lot of stuff that really doesn’t matter. The other important anniversary is the completion of the first transcontinental railroad. It was a huge technological advance. For the first time, people and goods could move from the East to San Francisco at a speed faster than a horse could walk. It was possible to move heavy freight long distances in high volume. Within about 20 years from the completion of the transcontinental, there were feeder lines that extended out into the hinterlands. The coal mines near Coalville could affordably ship coal to heat the If the lightning strike imbued me with any superpowers, they have not become obvious in the last two years. I’m not ready to pack it in and join the Avengers.” homes of Salt Lake and Ogden and power the boilers in the Park City mines. Park City’s ore shipped to smelters in Salt Lake where the economies of scale made the processing profitable. Rail service extended into Heber and places like Sanpete County, and Utah became a major player in the wool industry. Before the railroad, wool raised in Utah would have been limited to local use. It’s too bulky to economically freight it any distance by horse and wagon. Once they could put it on a train, ranchers in Utah could sell their wool into a world market, and places like Spring City, Fairview, and Heber became wealthy little towns. It was a big business in Utah from about 1890 to the 1920’s. The local railroad history is largely gone. There is, of course, the Rail Trail. There’s not much along it in terms of water tanks or buildings. It’s more trail than rail at this point. It’s not obvious that millions of dollars of freight moved along it. The depot on Heber Avenue survives, inexplicably abandoned despite its prime location. There is something of the old Rio Grande building there. Union Pacific had a stockyard near the Blackrock Ridge condos on SR 248. That’s where beef raised in Summit County began the trip to Chicago, making large-scale cattle ranching profitable here. The Heber Creeper is preserving the Wasatch railhead, and is the closest place to see it all in action. There was an ambitious proposal to build a railroad over Wolf Creek Pass, into the Uintah basin, pushing east into Colorado, and then south into New Mexico. It was going to be an extension of the line that came up Parleys Canyon from Salt Lake to Park City. For some reason, they started building at Hailstone, more or less under the Jordanelle dam. The roadbed was graded all the way through Woodland, where there were several big sawmills. Ties were cut and laid, but as best I can tell, it all went bust because they couldn’t come up with the money to buy the rails. That, and the weird fact that it wasn’t connected to existing railroads in Park City. The laborers and tie suppliers didn’t get paid, and it all went bust. But right there, about a quarter mile from where I got struck by lightning, the old rail grade is still an obvious hump in the ground. 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 Presenting a princess It was my first quinceañera. Sure, I knew the tradition of a 15-year-old girl — being celebrated as a young woman on her significant birthday — is centuries old. And it comes from the Hispanic cultures from Spain to Mexico and Chile and so many places in-between ... like Park City. But I had never been able to attend one before. My young friend was very excited to have a birthday party with her friends with a long anticipated ceremony and a certified occasion to dress up. Her parents — who live apart — came together for the night because they clearly love their daughter. No acrimony tonight over the broken matrimony. They were joyful at their daughter’s “arrival” into womanhood. And her father’s parents — who live in the area now — were there to honor the young woman. And so were about 10 adults and about 40 of her friends. Boys and girls and gender-fluid kids in all shades of Park City. They were dressed up — kinda prom-like but old school — no grand upsweeps of hair and designer gowns or red-soled wobbly heels. Normal — what we used to call Sunday morning clothes but with a bit more style and intention. The event was in the always-homey Treasure Mountain Inn. And there were all the fixings for make your own — tacos or nachos or free-form rice and beans and shredded meats with guacamole and cheese and sour cream. Teenage fuel — the handful of adults also dove in with gusto. There were clear helium balloons filled with giant pink confetti and a ruffled cake that was pink and white. But honestly I couldn’t keep my eyes off all the sweet, exceedingly polite and charming teenagers. Look, I’m not related by blood to any of these kids and on an average random Sat- urday afternoon they may be different creatures. But on this special night they all acted special. The young men wore white shirts and slacks — the young women — sweet party dresses that weren’t overly shiny or full of slits they needed to tug up or down. They were dancing their not-fully-formed brains out to the DJ who had the perfect sets to make the whole night danceable — in bunny hop lines and swing style and big cheers and big arms with the Queen songs. And these kids were in sync — many of them have been cel- Look, I’m not related by blood to any of these kids and on an average random Saturday afternoon they may be different creatures. But on this special night they all acted special.” ebrating birthdays together in Park City since preschool days. Maxine — the birthday girl — was kind and gracious to everyone — the way a real princess would behave. She was so lovely in her long gown with the cranberry skirt with some flair — but in no way bouffant or stiff-skirted. It hung from an empire waist where a sweetheart ribboned top formed a heart-shaped bodice — just barely strapless. After a few hours of dancing and giggling and eating all things not nailed down — it was time for the mood to shift. It was time for Ceremony. The DJ turned the mic over to mom, Diane, and she explained that this family was celebrating a version from Spain where her Castilian roots are based. She spoke of the tradition — at 15 years old a girl leaves behind her slippers and her father gives her her first pair of heels. And he did. She slipped her flats off and the elegant nude-colored heels — which ARE her first pair of heels — were slipped on. Her mom then produced the simple tiara to declare her girl was — had always been her princess — a princess to all. Then the princess was handed the mic. She spoke in calm thoughtful fully formed sentences about how grateful she was for her family and friends. And then her friends took turns passing the mic. And with very few giggles (but just enough) talked about burnt bagels and late nights and tests and starting new schools and kindnesses remembered from each other. The young men and the young women. Every adult in the room was mesmerized. And for just a tiny moment in time — in a room in a non-shiny hotel on Main Street — in Park City, Utah — all was right with the world. There was transition and transformation and age-old truths played out on a crowded wooden dance floor. It was all suspended and I was in love with how the whole wide, crazy, unfair, mean-spirited, overly shiny world — slipped away. And in its place was Planet Right Now. I swayed a bit in the back of that dim room and was grateful beyond measure to have been asked to bear witness to such innocence and hope — just minutes before the magical night turned into another day full of promise — Sunday 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. The Park Record’s “Help Wanted” section has the jobs you need to support your gear addiction |