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Show A-10 Wed/Thurs/Fri, November 6-8, 2019 The Park Record Meetings and agendas Red CaRd RobeRts TO PUBLISH YOUR PUBLIC NOTICES AND AGENDAS, PLEASE EMAIL CLASSIFIEDS@PARKRECORD.COM Grieving grievances SNYDERVILLE BASIN SPECIAL RECREATION DISTRICT 5715 TRAILSIDE DRIVE / PARK CITY, UTAH 84098 PHONE: (435) 649-1564 FAX: (435) 649-1567 WWW.BASINRECREATION.ORG 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 Thursday, November 7, 2019, at the time and location specified below. All times listed are general in nature and are subject to change by the Board Chair. AMENDED AGENDA DATE: Thursday, November 7, 2019 LOCATION: Trailside Park, 5715 Trailside Drive, Park City, UT 84098 6:00 PM Call to Order and Public Input 6:10 PM Summit County Active Transportation Plan Presentation 6:30 PM Consent Agenda 1. Request to approve minutes from 10/3/19 2. Request to approve the prior month’s expenditures 6:35 PM Review of proposed changes to District, Operational, and Personnel policies 6:50 PM Discussion of the purchase of the Amenti property for $4 million, using grant funds from Summit County 7:00 PM Review of 3rd Quarter financial report 7:10 PM Review of Tentative Budgets adopted by the Governing Body 7:20 PM By Amy Roberts Establish nominating committee for next year’s officers 7:30 PM Discuss next year’s meeting schedule 7:40 PM Questions on department updates 7:55 PM Updates from District committees 8:10 PM Director comments 8:25 PM Board member comments and review of action items 8:40 PM Closed session: Personnel 9:10 PM Adjourn One or more members of the Board may attend by electronic means. Such members may fully participate in the proceedings as if physically present. The anchor location for purposes of the electronic meeting is the Snyderville Basin Special Recreation District Administrative Offices, 5715 Trailside Drive, Park City, Utah. AGENDA Life doesn’t come with a how-to manual. Neither does death. If I’ve learned anything these last three years, it’s that grief doesn’t give a damn about whatever rules and timelines were written for it. The five stages, the healing milestones, all the proposed coping strategies — they’re just a bunch of psychobabble designed to sell more self-help books. The truth is, grief makes its way through life the same way the rest of us do — by making it up along the way. Three years ago this week, my sister passed away after a long and hard-fought battle with brain cancer. In the days and weeks that followed, I was promised, over and over again, that in time, the hole in my heart would mend, that somehow the million little shattered pieces of my soul would fuse themselves back together and function normally once more. Given how I felt in that moment, none of these assurances seemed logical, but when you are broken by grief, you’ll believe just about anything. And the idea that “time heals all wounds” sounded pretty enticing. Fueled by the guarantee that at some point in the near future my sadness and anger would subside, and I would no longer feel suffocated by heartbreak, I put my head down and plowed through my grief. I just had to wait it out. But the ‘all clear’ signal never came. Two years after Heather’s death, I still hadn’t healed as I’d been promised, and I was bitter about this rather unfair and cruel delay in the schedule. So I made an appointment with a grief counselor. I had no intention of actually working through my emotions. Instead I was determined to find out just how much farther I had to go to cross the arbitrary finish line and be healed. I’d been marching toward it for two years; I believed I could magically dodge the collateral damage of living.” where exactly was it? “It’s been two years, why do I often still feel as gutted as I did on November 8, 2016?” I asked my therapist. She responded with a question of her own. “What steps have you taken to work through your grief?” I began to rattle off all the ways I had kept myself busy since Heather died. I’d poured myself into a new job, built a tiny house from scratch, traveled to Botswana to earn a safari guiding certification, wrote a book, discovered 18 different ways to fold and refold towels, enrolled in numerous classes and immersed myself in one pointless project after another. After I’d listed all the tasks I’d completed, I thought for certain she would be just as perplexed as I was, agreeing that I’d been slighted and should be much further along in the healing process by now. I was convinced our outrage would be mutual. But instead she looked at me calmly and repeated her question. “What steps have you taken to work through your grief?” What followed was the most awkward, silent, and expensive four minutes I’ve ever endured. Finally, I admitted there had been no actual steps taken. I had kept myself frantically busy to avoid feeling. I numbed my agony with activity. I had naively assumed the source of my grief was finite and that my pain would go away because I had turned another year older. I believed I could magically dodge the collateral damage of living. What I learned in that session, and a few more follow ups after, was that life doesn’t cut you any slack just because you’re mourning. In the same way you have to make an effort to find a new job, or lose weight, or earn a degree, you have to put in the work to heal. When I acknowledged this in my last session, my therapist nodded knowingly and confirmed, “To truly heal, you have to feel the s***.” Amy Roberts is a freelance writer, longtime Park City resident and the proud owner of two rescued Dalmatians, Stanley and Willis. Follow her on Twitter @amycroberts. SUMMIT COUNTY COUNCIL Wednesday, November 6, 2019 NOTICE is hereby given that the Summit County Council will meet in session Wednesday, November 6, 2019, at the Sheldon Richins Building, 1885 West Ute Blvd, Park City, UT 84098 (All times listed are general in nature, and are subject to change by the Council Chair) CoRe saMples By Jay Meehan 12:00 PM Closed Session – Litigation (60 min); Property acquisition (60 min) A neighborly visit 2:00 PM - Move to auditorium (10 min) 2:10 PM Work Session 1) Pledge of Allegiance 2) Budget Presentations: i. 2:15 PM - Clerk/Elections; Kent Jones (15 min) ii. 2:30 PM - Personnel/COLA/merit/health insurance; Brian Bellamy (30 min) iii. 3:00 PM - Economic development and housing; Jeff Jones (30 min) 3) 3:30 PM - Presentation regarding GIS services; Ron Boyer, Jeff Ward, and Dave Parry (20 min) 3:50 PM Convene as the Board of Equalization 1) Discussion and possible approval of 2019 stipulations; Stephanie Larsen (15 min) Dismiss as the Board of Equalization 4:05 PM Consideration of Approval 1) Discussion and possible approval of Proclamation No. 2019-16, a Proclamation Declaring November 13, 2019 National GIS Day; Ron Boyer 2) 4:15 PM - Discussion and possible approval of Grant Agreement between Summit County and Snyderville Basin Special Recreation District; Dave Thomas 3) 4:23 PM - Council Minutes dated October 23, 2019 4) 4:25 PM - Council Comments 5) 4:40 PM - Manager Comments 4:50 PM Convene as the Governing Board of the Snyderville Basin Special Recreation District 1) Presentation and adoption of Snyderville Basin Special Recreation District’s Tentative 2020 budget and 2019 budget amendments; Brian Hanton and Megan Suhadolc (20 min) Dismiss as the Governing Board of the Snyderville Basin Special Recreation District 5:10 PM Convene as the Governing Board of North Summit Fire Service District 1) Presentation and adoption of North Summit Fire Service District 2020 Tentative Budget; Mark Robertson (20 min) Dismiss as the Governing Board of North Summit Fire Service District 5:30 PM Convene as the Governing Board of Mountain Regional Water 1) Presentation and adoption of Mountain Regional Water’s 2020 Tentative Operating, Capital and Debt Service budgets, and the Proposed 2019 Amended Operating, Capital and Debt Service budgets; Lisa Hoffman (30 min) Dismiss as the Governing Board of Mountain Regional Water 6:00 PM Convene as the Governing Board of the Park City Fire Service District 1) Presentation and adoption of Park City Fire Service District’s 2020 Tentative Budget and 2019 budget amendments; Paul Hewitt, Del Barney and Ashley Lewis (30 min) Dismiss as the Governing Board of the Park City Fire Service District 6:30 PM Public Input 6:30 PM Consideration of Approval, continued 1) Continued discussion and possible decision regarding Silver Creek to Bitner connection; Derrick Radke and Michael Kendell [Public comment may be taken] One or more members of the County Council may attend by electronic means, including telephonically or by Skype. Such members may fully participate in the proceedings as if physically present. The anchor location for purposes of the electronic meeting is the Sheldon Richins Building auditorium, 1885 W. Ute Blvd., Park City, Utah Individuals with questions, comments, or needing special accommodations pursuant to the Americans with Disabilities Act regarding this meeting may contact Annette Singleton at (435) 336-3025, (435) 615-3025 or (435) 783-4351 ext. 3025 letteRs to the editoR Smiles for days The National Ability Center provides adventure, recreation, relief, camaraderie and purpose to so many, many more than just their participants. We are so lucky and I am proud to have this organization in our community. I have worked and volunteered with the NAC and have witnessed firsthand the enormous impact it can have on individuals. Nov. 8 is once again Live PC Give PC, and the Park City Community Foundation is leading this effort. Please take a minute, put a smile on your face, and support the National Ability Center, or the nonprofit that matters to you most. That smiles will last for days. Mary Flinn Ware Francis We take care of our own Since my husband Roger and I moved here 15 years ago I have been amazed at the magnitude of services provided to our community by the nonprofit organizations in Park City. I am overwhelmed with gratitude to be part of a community that does so much good, every day. When members of the Park City community do not have health insurance, the People’s Health Clinic offers a critical safety net. When someone is being abused, they have a safe place to go in Peace House. When we find or lose a pet, there is Nuzzles or Paws. If you need a place to take your recyclables ... and 100 other great examples. We are incred- ibly lucky to live in a place that gives back and takes care of its own. This Friday, Nov. 8, Park City Community Foundation will once again be holding Live PC Give PC. This is a day you are given the opportunity to give back to all those organizations that touch each of our lives. I’m going to be supporting as many of these organizations as I can, I hope you will consider doing the same. Your donation on Friday assures our ability to continue to provide excellent services in our community. Your generous donation during Live PC Give PC allows you to stand with incredible volunteer organizations to touch the lives of those who use their services. Your donation is helping to make our community healthiPlease see Letters, A-11 It occurred to us fairly early that our responses to surface gratifications opened doors to spaces we had never previously thought to enter. Being outside town and near a lake and a walnut grove, we called one such space “the ranch.” In those days we were on a rather strict diet, with nourishment coming mainly from books and vinyl along with the occasional bowlful of oatmeal or brown rice. Arrogant and svelte is what we became. It’s surprising the singular archetypes that evolve from a camping stove and a turntable. It had been decided that additional sustenance might be in order and I drew the short straw. Actually, the decision to take on the mission was mine but we went through the selection ritual nonetheless. That way, random chance had a seat at the table. So, I packed a few things and after one of the female roomies took scissors to my locks, I stood in front of a mirror gingerly flaunting a razor. It wasn’t long before, as Philip Marlowe mused in the opening stanza of The Big Sleep, “I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and didn’t care who knew it.” A friend offered a lift to the border crossing at Ysidro, from where I jumped through familiar hoops and moseyed down to the bus station. I knew this song. I had sung it many times. The satchel and I both nodded off, me in the window seat and her in the overhead compartment above me. Dawn broke somewhere outside Hermosillo but it would take a stop at an “aguadulce” stand on the outskirts of Ciudad Obregon to bring me around. What we coyly referred to as “sleeping pills” had knocked me out. Back across the border, the right-wing pulled most all the relevant strings from atop the food chain. We had to be patient. Although the Emperor had no clothes, his resignation wouldn’t seriously loom until a couple of years into his next term. Sound familiar? Did I mention that I arrived at my favorite hotel in Culiacan, Sinaloa with a red fraternity blazer, a windup motion picture camera, and a boatload of political angst? The first two items related to an Inspector Clouseau-ish covert-ops that simmered just over the bridge in “Tierra Blanca.” The third would advance the highly improvisational and quixotic narrative set to unfold further down the street at the University of Sinaloa. Did I mention that I arrived at my favorite hotel in Culiacan, Sinaloa with a red fraternity blazer, a windup motion picture camera, and a boatload of political angst?” My Zapata mustache didn’t fool anybody. Even before I opened my mouth, they had me pegged as a gringo. No self-respecting Mexican would wear a bright red blazer after sun-up. Especially the honeymooners in the next balcony singing along to “Hello Goodbye.” “Magical Mystery Tour” had just come out and was all the rage. With as straight a face as I could muster, I explained to the head of the English Department that I was a post-doctoral candidate from USC who was looking to conduct student interviews with, if possible, those majoring in English, Economics, and Agriculture. So, for the next three days, guided by my new friend the English Prof, I hung out in classrooms associated with each discipline. On the morning of the third day, with my politics having become apparent to the administration, I was asked to refrain from questions that inferred their educations were a road map to personal wealth rather than a solution to nationwide poverty. So the three doors that earlier in the week had opened to spaces I had never previously thought to enter, I became, as did my remaining classroom discussions, monitored by the University powers that be. No worries. With a wry grin, the seeds having previously been sown, I nudged the students into shaping the debate themselves. Well, when one door closes, another opens, as they say. What came next, following my days as an “outside agitator,” was a scenic jaunt to the country where I was able to witness and participate in the distribution arm of Sinaloa’s largest agricultural cash crop. This particular wing of the operation featured more Che Guevara-looking types in fatigues and shouldering assault rifles than your normal run-ofthe-mill bib-overall set downshifting a John Deere. Scuttlebutt has it that, during the ensuing years, the “farmers-in-question” have upgraded their equipment and, much to the chagrin of their neighbors, expanded their product lines. Enterprising entrepreneurs seem to have sprung up everywhere in them thar hills. We always figured Sinaloa for fertile soil. Jay Meehan is a culture junkie and has been an observer, participant, and chronicler of the Park City and Wasatch County social and political scenes for more than 40 years. |