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Show A-16 The Park Record Meetings and agendas Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, February 8-11, 2020 More Dogs on Main TO PUBLISH YOUR PUBLIC NOTICES AND AGENDAS, PLEASE EMAIL CLASSIFIEDS@PARKRECORD.COM By Tom Clyde A Sundance traffic miracle Notice is hereby given that the Snyderville Basin Planning Commission will meet in regular session Tuesday, February 11, 2020 Location: Sheldon Richins Building – Auditorium, 1885 West Ute Boulevard, Park City, UT 84098 AGENDA Agenda items may or may not be discussed in the order listed. 4:30 p.m. Regular Session 1. Public input for items not on the agenda or pending applications. 2. Public hearing and possible action regarding proposed amendments to the Silver Creek Village Center Development Agreement; located on the Southeast Corner of I-80 and US 40; Matt Lowe, Applicant. – Jennifer Strader, Senior Planner 3. Public hearing and possible action regarding a Conditional Use Permit for the construction of a Village Green Neighborhood Park; located on the Southeast Corner of I-80 and US 40; Parcel SCVC-2-B; Matt Lowe, Applicant. – Jennifer Strader, Senior Planner 4. Public Hearing and possible action regarding the proposed Conditional Use Permit for the Mountain Life Church Expansion and Parking Lot; Parcels SS-33-B-2-A-X and SS-33-B-2; Dave Morse, Applicant. - Tiffanie NorthupRobinson, Senior Planner 5. Public Hearing and possible action to review the proposed Master Planned Development (MPD) as a possible replacement for the SPA process. - Ray Milliner, Principal Planner 6. Public Hearing and possible action regarding a Plat Amendment for Lot 1, Quarry Mountain Ranch; Parcel QMR-1-AM; Don Sargent, Applicant. – Kirsten Whetstone, AICP, County Planner DRC Updates Commission Comments Director Items Adjourn A majority of Snyderville Basin Planning Commission members may meet socially after the meeting. If so, the location will be announced by the Chair or Vice-Chair. County business will not be conducted. To view staff reports available after Friday, February 7, 2020 please visit: www.summitcounty.org Individuals needing special accommodations pursuant to the Americans with Disabilities Act regarding this meeting may contact Vicki Geary, Summit County Community Development Department, at (435) 336-3123 Hideout Planning Commission will hold a Public Hearing on Thursday, February 20, 2020, at 6:00 p.m. at the Town Hall, 10860 North Hideout Trail, Hideout, UT 84036. The purpose of this hearing is to consider a zone change request for 8.6 acres of Deer Springs (tax parcel 21-3164) from Mountain (with a PPD for townhomes) to Neighborhood Commercial. Public comments are welcome. Those needing special accommodation for these hearings should contact the Town Clerk at 435-659-4739 at least three days prior to the scheduled hearings. Trump turns prayer event into an airing of grievances Romney says he’s ready for vote consequences JILL COLVIN ZEKE MILLER JONATHAN LEMIRE Associated Press WASHINGTON — Exulting in his impeachment acquittal, President Donald Trump took a scorched-earth victory lap Thursday, unleashing his fury against those who tried to remove him from office while looking ahead to his reelection campaign. Trump, triumphantly waving a newspaper front page — “ACQUITTED” — denounced his political foes, declared the impeachment proceedings a “disgrace” and portrayed himself as a victim rather than a president accused of serious corruption. That echoed broadsides hours earlier that stunned the crowd at an annual prayer breakfast. “It was evil, it was corrupt,” Trump declared at the White House. “This should never ever happen to another president, ever.” “We went through hell, unfairly. We did nothing wrong,” he continued. Trump vented about his grievances against the impeachment process and ticked off names of the “vicious and mean” people he felt had wronged him: House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, Intelligence Committee Chairman Adam Schiff and former FBI Director James Comey. But then he reveled in the verdict delivered by the GOP-controlled Senate the day before. “Now we have that gorgeous word. I never thought it would sound so good,” Trump said. Ït’s called ‘total acquittal.” As Trump spoke, nearly every inch of the White House’East Room was packed with supporters. Among them: Republican senators who cast some of the votes to acquit him, Majority Leader Mitch McConnell and Rep. Chuck Grassley, several Cabinet members, including Attorney General William Barr and Treasury Secretary Steve Mnuchin, and staunch House allies including Reps. Jim Jordan, Devin Nunes and Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy. Going one by one, Trump spent nearly a half hour in rambling remarks saluting GOP lawmakers who backed him both in the Capitol and on television. He declared that the Republican Party has never been more unified and that the momentum from the acquittal would carry him to reelection this November. But he also predicted that he may have to fend off another impeachment challenge, perhaps for something as trivial as jaywalking. “We’ll probably have to do it again because these people have gone stone-cold crazy,” the president said. Earlier, speaking from a stage where he was joined by congressional leaders, including Democratic House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, who led the impeachment charge against him, Trump shattered the usual veneer of bipartisanship at the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington. “As everybody knows, my family, our great country and your president have been put through a terrible ordeal by some very dishonest and corrupt people,” Trump said at the annual event. “They have done everything possible to destroy us and by so doing very badly hurt our nation,” said Trump, who triumphantly held up copies of two newspapers with banner “ACQUITTED” headlines as he took the stage. His remarks were especially jarring and whiplash-inducing coming after a series of scripture-quoting speeches, including a keynote address by Arthur Brooks, a Harvard professor and president of a conservative think tank, who had bemoaned a “crisis of contempt and polarization” in the nation and urged those gathered to “love your enemies.” “I don’t know if I agree with you,” Trump said as he took the microphone, and then he proceeded to demonstrate it. “I don’t like people who use their faith as justification for doing what they know is wrong,” he said in an apparent reference to Utah Sen. Mitt Romney, a longtime Trump critic who cited his faith in becoming the only Republican to vote for Trump’s removal. “Nor do I like people who say ‘I pray for you’ when you know that is not so,”’ he said, in a reference to Pelosi, who has offered that message for the president when the two leaders have sparred publicly. The House speaker shook her head at various points during Trump’s remarks, but did not appear to interact with Trump personally. Earlier she had offered a prayer for the poor and the persecuted. At the White House later, Trump defended his prayer breakfast attacks on Pelosi, saying “I had Nancy Pelosi sitting four seats away and I’m saying things a lot of people wouldn’t have said. I meant every word.” Pelosi said after that Trump’s remarks were “so completely inappropriate, especially at a prayer breakfast.” She took particular issue with his swipe at Romney’s faith and said that yes, she does pray for the president. His comments were a clear sign that the post-impeachment Trump is emboldened like never before as he barrels ahead in his reelection fight with a united Republican Party behind him. Trump had avoided talk of impeachment in his State of the Union address on Tuesday night, holding his tongue until the Senate had cast its official acquittal vote. By the next day, he was already moving to use impeachment as a 2020 rallying cry. The president and his allies have been on a victory lap since Wednesday, sending giddy tweets needling his accusers and Democrats and celebrating. Indeed, the night of the impeachment vote was one of revelry for members of the president’s circle. In Washington, many, including Trump’s eldest son, Donald Trump Jr, his girlfriend, former Fox News host Kimberly Guilfoyle, and the president’s former campaign manager, Corey Lewandowski, gathered at the president’s hotel a few blocks from the White House, one of the few MAGA safe zones in the deeply Democratic city. The president himself remained at the White House but worked the phones, calling several confidants to exult about the verdict, bitterly complain about Romney and to promise that his Thursday noon statement would not want to be missed, according to a person familiar with the calls but not authorized to speak publicly. We were all witness to a miracle during Sundance. Traffic on 248 was backed up to the rail trail for the first couple of days. The normal back up is bad, and the Sundance traffic only made it worse. And then, through some kind of special effects magic, the matrix opened up. On Wednesday, even the normal back up was gone. There was no immediately obvious explanation why a traffic jam that has persisted for the last 5 or 6 years was suddenly gone. Then I figured it out. The new pedestrian tunnel, after several months of delays, was finally open. The traffic lights along 248 are somewhat coordinated by UDOT, and at least only stop traffic when there is somebody crossing the highway at one of the controlled intersections. But for years, there has been the light at the crosswalk by the High School that turned red whenever somebody pushed the button. No two students ever crossed the street simultaneously, so they were randomly stopping traffic one at a time all day. So the traffic backed up. It got even worse while the world’s longest running tunnel project was under construction. The low-tech push-button crosswalk light was replaced by temporary traffic lights that were even dumber. The temporary lights stopped traffic on a timer, whether there were students trying to cross the street or not. And that backed things up to the Rail Trail on a regular basis. That temporary lights went away when the tunnel opened, and traffic actually moves. Level of service “D” never felt so good. It’s not perfect. People still can’t figure out how to merge where it narrows to a single lane. It shouldn’t be a competition. It really doesn’t matter if you are one car ahead or one car behind. Except that you don’t want to get stuck in the half- hour traffic jam with the exhaust pipe from a diesel pickup blasting into your heater intake. Now, on normal days, driving into town involves only a minimal slow-down, and traffic moves at a consistent 25 mph. In the context of our reduced expectations of life here in paradise, that’s pretty darn good. A city council member was very proud of the improvement, and said it had saved $62 million (of UDOT’s money) by not widening the road to 4 lanes. As another three thousand units come on line in the area, we will find this traffic improvement to be short-lived. Hang on to the $62 million plan. We will be having this conversation again all too soon. It really doesn’t matter if you are one car ahead or one car behind.” I’m still trying to digest what happened with the impeachment. It was clear that the Senate was never going to get a 2/3rd vote to remove the moron from office. I’m not even sure that would have been a good outcome. The country is so divided and hostile that the first-ever defenestration of a corrupt president would not have gone over well. The inauguration of President Pence would not happen smoothly or quietly. But I’m mad as hell that the Senate didn’t do its job and conduct a real trial. The claim that the House should have presented the completed case makes no sense given that the President was preventing them from doing so. “Let the voters decide,” sounds good, but I’d like to decide on facts, rather than uncor- roborated Lev Parnus ramblings and John Bolton book leaks. The facts will certainly continue to drip out, and there’s nothing to suggest any of it will exonerate Trump. The sham trial the Senate operated was a disgrace to the Senate and an insult to the American people who pay their salaries. Could we at least get a bipartisan censure? So we have Trump for at least another year. He will continue to lie and undermine the effectiveness of the government by appointing a coal lobbyist to head the EPA. He may yet tweet us into a war somewhere. Because the Senate took no action, it will be interpreted as an endorsement of corruption. I wish I felt like the election would fix things. It almost doesn’t matter who wins. The country has splintered into this silly tribalism. It’s not like the Civil War era when slavery was the dividing issue—there was no middle ground on that. I don’t see an issue now that presents such an uncrossable dividing line. Nobody I know is particularly cranked up about trade policy with China, on either side. Not even the most zealous gun owners think shooting up a school is a good idea. When you talk to people on the other side, they aren’t crazy, at least not on an individual level. Trump is too scattered to have a coherent set of policies that people point to in supporting him. The Democratic candidates have proposed all kinds of pie-in-the-sky stuff that won’t happen, and likewise, isn’t a clearly defined image of the future. The tribal divide doesn’t make any sense. But is sure is corrosive. 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 Celebrations that are complicated... In Park City seasonality — this is the time between times. The holidays start with Thanksgiving and then the ski season begins and Christmas and Hanukkah and New Year’s are upon us and then Sundance comes to town, which is part holiday and part circus. And international ski races are thrown in and then, then we arrive on the seasonal midway point with the big red X... Valentine’s Day. Growing up I was taught everyone celebrated my birthday — all the red decorations in the drug stores and the markets and in the department stores to buy pretty things — was all because it was my birthday. Of course about the time I learned my mother was Santa (and the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny) I also learned weeks later — other people celebrated Feb. 14 and it had nothing at all to with my birthday. My confusion was understandable — my parents’ best friends didn’t take down their Christmas tree until Feb. 14 and it was A Big Celebration. I was told the celebration was all for me. The friends hung their tree upside from the ceiling in their living room and decorated it that way. On Feb. 14 The Tree Came Down. There would be a procession from our house to theirs, blocks away. In hindsight, I think there were adult beverages aplenty — it was the ’50s and folks made up their own amusement with drinks that all had funny names like Grasshoppers and BeeStings. Think “Mad Men” era and you will have it spot on. Post-war sexuality and prosperity relative to the previous “war years.” And yes, that makes me officially, statistically, a Boomer. With a holiday birthday — as you folks born on Christmas or St. Paddy’s Day or the Fourth of July know equally — everyone well-intended wants to give you a clever gift related to the holiday. I have all the coffee mugs and scarves and underwear and sheets and bras and socks — oh lord the socks! and a few pairs of earrings, that anyone would ever use/wear in a lifetime. Because the universe works in strange ways I gave birth to one child hours away from St. Patrick’s Day and another child hours away from the Fourth of July. My mother — who still did not understand the holiday birthday anxiety thing — called my first child “Baby Shamrock” all of my pregnancy. She sent green bibs and socks and tiny blankets. When I went to my last check-up on March 15, the doctor said I was due ... any day. I had just turned 20 years old. I was about to be a very young mother. He told me I had been a model patient in my complicated risky pregnancy. I broke down in a puddle and he asked me what was wrong. I told him — in fairly hysterical terms — I COULD NOT have this baby on a holiday. I knew exactly how confusing it was. I think I recited all the red-hearted gifts of my life. As luck would have it — he had been born on Christmas. His mother had called him her “little Messiah.” He said he could make a case for inducing me. And so I sent my husband and my mother out to a leisurely dinner and by the time they returned to the Catholic hospital in Reno, I was already heading into the delivery room — still on March 15. There was no Baby Shamrock birth. I broke down in a puddle and he asked me what was wrong. I told him — in fairly hysterical terms — I COULD NOT have this baby on a holiday.” Two years later I was pregnant again, living at Lake Tahoe. These were still the days before we knew the sex of our children. Unless you believed the folks who held a needle on a long string over your belly and tried to hold it still ... if it swung to the left you were carrying a boy and to the right — a girl. And we didn’t understand any danger relative to X-rays. I had started my pregnancy at 105 pounds and at six months along they X-rayed me to determine if I was carrying twins. I had gained 40 pounds. Nope, just one giant baby who was due ... July 4. As the day approached and my mother bought little onesies in red, white and blue — Baby Firecracker! was the nickname she gave to the child I was carrying. Luckily, I had the same OB/GYN. And because you simply cannot make these things up in life — his name was Harry Huneycutt, with a degree from Duke. It was the ’70s, so we all were getting far more casual. “Harry” I remember saying, “you know I cannot have this child on the Fourth of July.” And he did know that. I was induced the day before. Baby Firecracker was successfully averted. Of course it didn’t stop other folks from giving my children gifts that tied to their birthdays but they never got those gifts from me. Their birthdays were filled with themes from storybooks or expected stereotypical things — like princesses and teddy bears. So when I enter a grocery store or drug store this time of year and the fake-satin-covered heartshaped boxes of tasteless chocolates are on endless shelves, I avert my gaze. And seasonally speaking — Valentine’s rarely falls on a sunny day in the mountain towns I have lived in all my adult life. So this year I decided to embrace the day — I mean it is about time — in my long life — to start embracing those gifts we are given in life. No, I didn’t fill tiny dishes with chalky conversation hearts and place them around the house. But I buy a bright red jacket I plan to wear with years-old red cowboy boots. If you look carefully at most annoying things in life there are ways to flip them and maybe even honor them. I am gonna own the RED this year, certainly on Friday, but also random Sundays 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. |