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Page A4 Thursday, i Planning Commission March 23, 1983 Upcoming Marsac School by Rick Brough n 7:00 p.m. Public Hearing regarding zone change application for Rossi Hill, generally including includ-ing blocks 59, 60 and 61. 7:30 p.m. Regular Meeting I Approval of Minutes of March 9. 1983 OLD BUSINESS II Deer Valley Entrance Building: Decision on revision to approved Conditional Use Permit Plans for an entrance building and modification to the Deer Valley Special Exception Ex-ception Permit to allow limited commercial uses related to the central check-in activity. NEW BUSIN ESS III Gambler: Decision on condominiumization approval of eight-plex located at 545 Deer Valley Road. Foirslt SEouiriilty AEQ0K,flA uT The car of your choice ft A "better buy" local dealer -- a r Timeway Auto Financing LAY m - &mm, "A First eciiiity TisskQwsy Sitiipls interest tioulil fic otGHscEsffdl euipinefit in jrujff ngjKt TIMEWAY FEATURES: 1. 2. 3. SIMPLE INTEREST . . means you pay only for the time you use the money, with no penalty for early payment. CONVENIENCE . . . make payments by mail or in person at any First Security office or HandiBank location. LOW RATES: . . . competitive market interest rates. BETTER SAVINGS . . . means you may pay less for your new or used car. Before you buy, ask your dealer for First Security Timeway Auto Financing. Members FDIC So you don't like the industrial plant or the strip-mining next to your favorite natural landscape? You fool! You might be cursing your area's next visitor tourist attraction! This inspirational thought comes to us from Bureau of Land Management director Bob Burford (also the new husband of Anne Gorsuch). According to "The High Country News," Burford recently told a radio interviewer that industrial development isn't so bad. Why, he said, the biggest attraction in Utah is the open-pit Bingham copper mine. Burford suggested that a major oil refinery or mine pit in Colorado might become a future money-maker in his native state of Colorado. Burford should remember that other popular tourist attractions include the Little Big Horn in Montana, the Alamo in San Antonio Texas, and Pearl Harbor. While these draw thousands of people each year, no state tourist council has yet suggested either a new outbreak of the Indian Wars or a major air raid by a foreign power. The BLM chief may have a point though. Several so-called eyesores in Park City could be turned into natural wonders that are intriguing, fun and informative. Following are a few examples: The Whiskey Springs hole. The world's largest and oldest open-pit construction site in the world, located on Park Avenue. Whiplash Curve. The adventurous tourist will travel to the southern end of Lowell Avenue, which links to Empire in a tight U-turn. How fast can you pull around it? The Black Hole of Kearns Boulevard. Boule-vard. A dimly-lit section of Highway 248 which sucks in light and refuses to let it go. Tourists driving over this road give reports, much like the Bermuda Triangle, of rapid disorientation and loss of direction. And that's just the day time! The Mileti Tar Pits. Located neai the Italian restaurant, this vacant lot is famous for the thick, heavy deposits left by local dogs a practice, in fact, dating back to prehistoric times. Archeologists have uncovered the skeletal remains of victims caught in the tar pits cavemen holding their noses, and dinosaurs frantically trying to scrape their feet on nearby rocks. The Coal & Lumber Chasms. This is a new attraction, a massive chain of ravines located on Heber Avenue at the bottom of Main Street. The gorges, awe-inspiring in the dry season, became natural lakes when snow or rain falls. They are perfect for fishing, sailing, and water-skiing. (Swimmers should consult their doctors if the natural brown discolorations become loo severe.) The largest lake in the chain is also famous for sightings of the legendary Loch Loble monster. Here's another way to turn disaster Fat people don't wear natural fibers (and other truths gleaned while , traveling). Cab drivers and bartenders always are dark and rather swarthy looking and have names like Joey and Sammy "t andMorey. Air conditioners in large halls are seldom set on anything but freezing. Conventioners' Law: If you are on an 1 extended day conference on the first ' day the Coke machine will function properly. On the ensuing days said machine will be OUT OF ORDER. But the bartender or snack bar will serve you four ounces of your favorite beverage watered down over a full cup of ice. This will cost you approximately 60 cents more than the full 12 ounces you could have gotten out of the f aforementioned machine. You will always see somebody you know. Like it or not. At the recent Ski Industries of America show I saw those Cole Sports Gary and Jana. A few other Parkites were also spotted around the Vegas Strip. Jacquie Jackson, Elizabeth Eliza-beth Church, Jan Peterson, Francoise Eriksen, and Helen Alvarez were all trying to pick out the best new items for their respective shops for next season. Also, Alana Soares. Larger than life. (Yes, that big.) On the walls of the Cerrera booth at the show. She models (in photos), fully clothed, the famous eyewear. They say travel broadens. Indeed. My jeans are too tight today and I am reminded of the models at the ski show. They were all size 0 with perfect complexions and terrific hair cuts. I figure if you can't join them, beat them. Being overweight is an ugly job but some of us have to do it. No matter how early a riser you are, the person in the next room will be earlier. You know this because his shower is located directly behind your headboard. Also his television. And he was watching an early morning talk show at full volume. If you cannot function before your first cup in the morning, you decide the expense of room service is worth that private momentum builder delivered restaurant in Scrooge's. Now developers devel-opers may open The Watergate "where dining isn't just an experience, it's a constitutional crisis." The Watergate will have no advertising, advertis-ing, no outside sign or visible lights. It will be located discreetly in the lower rear floor of one of Park City's bars. You'll know the entrance; it's the door with tape on it. You enter, clutching the menus that were mailed to you from a post-office box in Mexico. Choose any table you want, (though it's smart not to take one on the far left). No waiter will apperar to serve you, but if you casually mention what your choice is for the evening, secret microphones will transmit your request to our superb chefs. Next comes the diner's biggest challenge. Where do you meet your waiter, "Gemstone" to make the food pick-up in the telephone booth, kitchen, or men's room? Search for clues in your tablecloth, in the Muzak, or in the remarks of passing diners. After you receive your food (in plain brown wrappers), you may wish to choose a beverage from The Watergate's Water-gate's excellent wine list. Feel free to break into the cellar ! Your bill (presented as a subpoena) will summon you to a panel of waiters who question you, to the best of your recollection, on the meal's quality. They will also assess a criminal fine actually a "tip." Naturally, the taste treats here won't be a deterrent for you, and the owners think you'll be making another surreptitious entry real soon! We certainly hope the Friday night benefit for skier Brad Holmes was a success. It certainly didn't benefit one of the bands playing at the affair, reliable sources tell us. You see, there were three bands scheduled for the event. One didn't make it. The second band had shelled out good money, reportedly, for its musicians. The back-up singers had been rehearsing for three weeks. This band played for about half an hour, and was then edged off the stage at the Holiday Inn. Edged off by whom? By the third band, that's who, whom the Powers That Be had decided should be allowed to dominate the evening. Previous to this, the third band had already played for two and a half hours! Needless to say, the behavior of this unnamed third band provided small Comfort to other local musicians in Park City. For the last two years, uie niiest stage in town at the Egyptian Theatre has only been available for one of the two local theater companies, Park City Performances. But maybe that's changed. We have been told that the Egyptian stage will host the April production of "Long Day's Journey into Night," produced by the Inter-mountain Inter-mountain Actors Ensemble. (The play stars Rai French, Madeline Smith, Richard Scott, and Tony Leger.) The dates and other details for the show haven't been worked out yet. But we offer our congratulations to Egyptian head Don Gomes and director Ron Burnett of IAE. Re-born decorators. In a recent edition, "The Jackson Hole Guide" saluted business around town in its progress edition. Certainly the most unique business is. Rocky Mountain Log Homes, where the husband-wife owners say the Lord has made them a success. "Our unseen partner has been the Lord," said the husband. "It has been a joy to watch him bring people our way at just the right time." The couple is hoping to open a Bible school nearby. The Deity has no explicit interest in the other Jackson Hole businesses mentioned, but we should jump to no conclusions from this. Two people seem to work harder than anyone at plugging Park City in the Salt Lake media. One is the Salt Lake Tribune's society writer Hazel Parkinson, who usually can't find anything social in Salt Lake and winds up covering the latest party in Deer Valley. The other is Raye Ringholz, Park City's connection to Utah Holiday Magazine. Her latest contribution for the mag surveys products, services and recreation in P.C. including Deer Valley, Park City Village, Main Street even reading the gravestones at the cemetery! But she forgot to mention' which newspaper you read to get all the facts about life in town. Steve Martin once argued that the best defense a criminal could use was the "I forgot" ploy. For instance, a bank robber would plead, "Gee, I forgot it was a crime to steal money from people." In Chicago, an insurance man charged with not filing income tax for four years may have devised an equally unique defense. Raymond Garland was acquitted by a jury after he tearfully pleaded that he thought paying taxes was voluntary. Otherwise, said Garland, the tax would violate his constitutional protection protec-tion against involuntary servitude. He also said privacy rights freed him from an obligation to fill out tax forms. The judge, letting Garland off, told him he was "a very lucky man." - And finally! GOOD NIGHT, DR. BOP. WHERE EVER YOU WERE. by Teri Gomes to your roon.. That is, until you realize for the price you just paid you could have bought an entire one-pound can. Imported. And French roasted. You will invariably see the people who "won the peace." They travel in groups of six or more and they nod and smile a lot. They do not speak English. (Neither do the people in Southern Utah but that's different.) Waitresses in airport restaurants must chew gum and call you such endearments as "Honey" "Sweetie" "Baby" and "Dearie." Walking along the Strip in Vegas I am reminded there are people in this world in shades other than beige, under 45 years old and not a size six. Flash-polyester is not dead in Middle America. Or Las Vegas. Rainbow shades stretch to cover the broad travelers of the world. God made airports so writers would forever have a source of inspiration. There are hellos and goodbyes, real and perceived. There are always crying cry-ing babies and nagging women. "Harry, I said non-smoking! " "I didn't pack it. I thought you packed it." "We forgot the presents for the kids." "I want the window." It is always night time in Las Vegas. No windows and no clocks remind you life goes on. At 6 a.m., scantily-clad cocktail waitresses compete with scantily-clad Keno girls for your time and money. And somewhere off in the distance bells ring as another winner hits another jackpot. Dickens-type gloves (fingers cut out) are worn by blue haired ladies who are looking to hit the big one before the Big One hits them. In Las Vegas, crap is not a dirty word. Unless you lose. I am not fond of slots, sluts and silver linings deferred. Cab drivers invariably decide to tell you their life story on your ride to the airport out of town. You are invaribly tired, irritable and wanting a little quiet. Perhaps there are large numbers num-bers of documented cases where long and lasting friendships have originated on a cab ride. Personally, I doubt it. There are no garment salesmen who are Irish Catholics from Boston. (Isn't that right Myron?) There will forever be a Park City connection. Sitting at the airport, waiting for my flight I am writing down a few observations. An older distinguished-looking distinguished-looking gentleman across from me asks, "Are you doing your homework, young lady?" I laugh and reply, No, just a little writing. He then asks if I am writer. I always hesitate on answering that. "Sorta." I answer. "Where do live?" he asks. "Park City, Utah," I reply. "And you?" "Helena, Montana." We both must have the same thought about a former Helena resident at the same time, but he speaks first. "Do you know a lady there by the name of, well, at least it used to be, Loble?" "Arlene," I help him. "Sure, she's the City Manager." "Well, I used to know her back in Helena. Tell her Forest Anderson says hello." Always looking for the Great Connection I ask, "How did she know you?" (Know somehow sounds biblical.) bibli-cal.) "I mean, what did-do you do?" I am stumbling at the mouth. "Oh," he drawls. "I used to be Governor there for a while." Former Montana Governor Anderson Ander-son and his wife spend their winters at Lake Havasu and summers in Montana. Mon-tana. And they say "Hi" Arlene. As I settle on the plane for the ride back, the Bee Gees Only Hits tape is tapeplayer behind my head. Perhaps this is the person who had the hotel room next to mine. An hour later I land back in old Salt Lake and am met by family at the airport. My children are fighting about who gets to sit in the front seat and it strikes a vein with me that Dorothy vas right. There's no place like home.