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Show Page A1 4 Thursday, March 25, 1 993 The Park Record D Section A Trot on over to The Grub Steak J Park City's favorite place for Steak & Seafood Soup, Salad & Sandwich Bar for Lunch, only $4.50 Live Entertainment Wed. thai Sat. Nights and Sunday Brunch Fabulous Sunday Brunch served 10 am - 2 pm Dinner served daily 5pm to 10pm GRUB STEAK RESTAURAMT AT PROSPECTOR SQUARE 649-8060 ALPINE POWER SPORTS With the purchase of a 1994 model Arctic Cat snowmobile before April 1 , 1993 All you need to do to reserve the Cat of your choice, guarantee early delivery and get up to $600.00 in Cat Cash, is make a non-refundable $200.00 down payment by April 1 , 1993 and complete your purchase by October 15, 1993 (in case of delivery after October 15, 1993, purchases must be completed within 10 days of Arctco shipping the sled) . When you complete your purchase, your Arctic Cat dealer will deduct the $200.00 deposit from the suggested retail price plus provide you with up to $600.00 in Cat Cash. You may also qualify for the cash pre-payment discounts. The models and Cat Cash values that apply to each are listed here. NOTE: Thundercat quantities are limited! Make sure your dealer verifies his allocation to fulfill your order. QuantityModelExtra Early Cat Cash Value ATASH ATASH ATA$H Puma $400 Cougar $500 EXT EFI Mountain Cat $500 Puma Deluxe $400 Cougar Mountain Cat $500 ZR"440 $500 Jag $400 Prowler EFI $500 ZR 580 $500 Jag Deluxe $400 Prowler EFI 2-Up $500 Wildcat EFI $600 Jag 440 Z $400 Pantera $500 Wildcat EFI Mountain Cat $600 Cheetah 340 $400 Cheetah 550 $500 Thundercat $600 Cheetah 440 (1 & 2 Speed) $400 '. EXT $500 Thundered Mountain Cat $600 Panther Deluxe $400 EXT EFI . $500 Except Kitty Cat ' At participating Arctic Cat Dealer Within 10 dayt of delivery to your dealer If not available prior to October 31 , 1 993 ALPINE POWER SPORTS 850 So. Main St. Heber City, UT 84032 (801) 654-5799 mshk' ssar WORLD CLASS SNOWMOBILES 111 TOM CLYUE A house divided Over the last week, residents in my end of the county have had the unusual experience of watching a whole house wander randomly up and down the road. Well, actually, it isn't the whole house, it's split in two pieces, and they are both rolling up and down the canyon looking for a foundation to light on. It started on Monday, when a crane arrived at the site of a foundation that was poured last fall. The crane was huge big enough to lift at least half a house. It drove up the dirt road to the foundation, and then promptly started to sink out of sight in a gooey celebration of an early thaw. Tuesday, the house arrived from the factory. It's one of those pre-fab jobs that is bigger than a trailer, and takes some on-site finish work, but was basically built in a factory someplace. The truck with the first half of the house turned up the lane, and sank in the mud. The house the part with the living room and kitchen was jack-knifed across the road, completely blocking traffic. I got there and was turned back by a workman who said, in perfect deadpan, "you'll have to use the lower road, there's a house stuck in the road," like it happened all the time. The other half of the house was pulled off on the shoulder of the road. Lucy and Ricky were somewhere nearby. The next day, the house both halves of the house were parked in the church parking lot. They weren't together or even lined up like they would be on the foundation. They were just parked there because it is the only wide spot for miles. The crane continued sinking through the night I figure the crane was $200 a hour if it was a nickel. Friday, in anticipation of church-goers needing the parking lot Sunday, the house hit the road again. Half of it was stashed next to the fire station and the other half in a neighbor's driveway. The crane is either' gone, or the wheels are beginning to push up the ground in China. The house is beginning to show the miles it's racked up. This is high drama in Woodland, where not a whole lot happens. Kids on bikes are riding around looking at the two halves of the houses trying to figure out how it all fits together. People having breakfast at the local hot spot speculate on the cost of this whole operation, and place bets on when it will be brought to a successful conclusion. (Late June is the odds on favorite.) I think the house will continue floating around town, like a ship cut loose from the pier, for at least another week before the crane operator will take another chance on the mud pits. It is high drama. Some day, there will be an opera written about it, with a lovesick soprano singing out the window of the eastbound bedroom half of the house as it passes the tenor, whose life is incomplete in the westbound living room portion. It has captured the imagination of the town. Everybody has a suggestion. "A guy could..." starts out almost every conversation about the house. More wet weather is predicted over the weekend, and things have to dry but a lot before the house can be ; delivered to the foundation I mention the sight of a divided house roaming around town without a real clear direction or purpose only because it struck me as a kind of physical manifestation of what is going on around Park City these days politically. It's sort of fun to speculate on how the same script would play in Park City where there are rules about such things. (There are rules about all things here.) One of those rules is that houses are supposed to stay put, and not roll around town finding temporary moorings in other, people's yards. The drifting house has some trim elements that are somewhat suggestive of Tudor architecture. We all know that Tudor-looking houses are just one of the many evils that our city government has chosen to protect us from. The taste police would have turned it : back at the city limits. The truck driver would be jailed for illegally parking a foreign- historical-thematic ' architectural motif in a contemporary only zone. If they had managed to sneak the house in the back way, the City Council would call the permits up for review. The Planning Commission would examine the wallpaper in the bathrooms and the shelves in the closets. There would be arguments over the carpet color. The neighbors would organize calling committees to phone the council members with ' scandalous rumors about the developer and lint bunnies in the corners. The rumors would be believed and form the basis of immediate action, though - , nobody would know exactly what action was ' ' appropriate when faced with Tudor dust bunnies S ' creeping into town. Then there is the whole issue of where we would put the two halves of the divided house together, and . whether they would fit. The wandering house looks ; pretty big coming down the road at you on a tight curve, but in fact, even when both halves are nailed together, the total will be about 1,800 square feet. You know what kind of debate that would start. The neighbors would show up before the Council by the score complaining that people like school teachers might be able to afford to live in a house like that, and we certainly don't want people like that living around here. But the phones up. at the Castle would really melt down when the parts of the house started parking illegally around certain neighborhoods for a week at a time. People would be upset because there is nothing quite like an illegally parked house to block the view. Public works would be ordered to rent a cat to tow the house to the impound yard next to old domestic sedans yanked out of snow drifts this winter. Lawyers would flock around like locusts. Homeowners association trustees would thump their "Declarations of Covenants" at special meetings convened over the feral house menace. The owner of the house would be sued for everything from making an illegal left turn to intentional infliction of emotional distress. Without warning, the City Council would declare several streets "one-way" because of the congestion caused by the stalled house. Angry merchants would set fire to it The Chamber of Commerce would try to set up a special theme event around it A citizens group with a catchy acronym would be formed to fight the installation of a factory built house in their neighborhood. '. ' There was a time in Park City when"a house rolling around loose would have generated a block party, with neighbors turning out with lawn chairs and! barbecues and kegs of beer to watch the house get j dragged around and finally nailed into place. But not : any more. ! Sttn3Ike si Venrm BY TEltl OIMX A bit of the poet in all of us In an age when people are only too quick to speak in bumper sticker slogans or MTV jargon, it is refreshing to hear someone say something that stands out as really original and descriptive. In the past few days I noticed folks have started peppering their speech again, or maybe I'm just paying attention again. Either way, I like what I hear... A woman I have known for years, who I consider to be the very epitome of style and class and sophistication without being obnoxious about it (a rare ' blend), told me the other day about her old boyfriend and the new woman in his life. She was frustrated in trying to describe her and she said she had forgotten the woman's name, "But she sounds like somebody who would train horses in Wendover for a living." And I laughed out loud at the image. Right away I knew this was her polar opposite and I could picture some sweet young thing in tight jeans and a flannel shirt, with rolled up sleeves and snaps and a too-blonde ponytail. I figured it had to be a hyphenated name vintage 1950 Peggy-Sue, Mary-Alice, Mary-Alice, Tina-Louise, Bobby-Jo. I suspect the guy will probably hang on 'til the bell, but once he gets thrown he'll brush the dust off and leave the ring. I asked another buddy how his week was going, knowing full well he had had personal and professional traumas of biblical proportions. He looked at me with those big brown eyes and lamented, "I feel as miserable as an alligator with a hangover." I wasn't the least bit confused about his disposition. So I gave him a hug and a wide berth. The day before I was due to meet my favorite movie partner in Salt Lake for our standard moviedinner date we talked on the phone but I was clearly frazzled and couldn't have a genuine conversation. "Never mind," he said, "we will speak anon." And I hung up the phone and played with the old Shakespearean word, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth, "anon." I looked it up to see how Websters-of-the-day defined it There it said something about either meaning "soon; shortly or, at another time." It continued to observe the word was j "now nearly archaic." So are a lot of charming j qualities this guy exhibits, I reflected with a silent ' smile. The other day I wore a dress to work. With heels , and hose. I mention this because I spent the entire winter in pants and boots and big bulky sweaters. A co-worker who knows both my children are now in college noticed the change in wardrobe and shook her head and said, "Couldn't be curriculum fair night for you wanna explain?" And I just laughed and chalked it up to getting over my sunshine depravation. Two states away I checked on a man who has been struggling in his relationship for sometime. He said with great disappointment in his voice that things were over. "There was such a bad ending to this romance I feel I should sum it up on a tee-shirt and wear it around for a while." Knowing his propensity for the ultimate zinger I could only imagine what he might emblazon on his chest I told him I'd order one in ' black, in a large, when he went into production. ! A Park City pundit who has observed the political scene of late described two opposing members of the city council as vinegar and water. "You know," she j said with a homespun wisdom that belied her years and Nordstom's dress, "you can put water and vinegar together but you still end up with pickles." Any way you slice the situation, things don't appear to be kosher, I reminded her. She groaned too. And it strikes a vein with me now that spring is officially here, maybe more colorful speech is starting to blossom. And then again, maybe like the pine tree in the front yard that appears taller now the snow has melted down around its trunk, the witty observations were there all winter and I was too busy to notice ; them. It is a season, my friend said at lunch yesterday; "where being loquacious is like welcome fruit on the 1 tree." I puckered up in anticipation... For our children's future, recycle now. j U K.i -K vs.- f |