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Show A-16 The Park Record Meetings and agendas Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues, February 22-25, 2020 More dogs on Main TO PUBLISH YOUR PUBLIC NOTICES AND AGENDAS, PLEASE EMAIL CLASSIFIEDS@PARKRECORD.COM By Tom Clyde For the birds Notice is hereby given that The Summit County Board of Adjustment will meet in regular session Thursday, February 27, 2020 Location: Summit County Courthouse - Council Chambers, 60 North Main Street, Coalville, UT 84017 AGENDA Agenda items may or may not be discussed in the order listed. 6:30 p.m. Regular Session 1. Public input for items not on the agenda or pending applications. 2. Public hearing and possible action regarding a Setback Variance Request at the Jeep Dealership and Carwash; 1825 E Frontage Road; Parcel SCO-C-1-AM; KMAM Real Estate, applicant. – Amir Caus, AICP, County Planner 3. Public hearing and possible action regarding a Setback Variance Request at the Park City Nursery Greenhouse; 4459 S.R. 224; Parcel PP-108-111; Grady and Sophy Kohler, applicant. – Amir Caus, AICP, County Planner 4. Public hearing and possible action regarding a wetland setback variance; 4829 N Old Meadow Lane; Parcel PP-8713-B; William Mammen, applicant. – Sean Lewis, AICP, County Planner 5. Approval of Minutes: October 24, 2019 Board Items Staff Items Adjourn To view staff reports available after Friday, February 21, 2020 please visit: http://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 Notice is hereby given that the Snyderville Basin Planning Commission will meet in regular session Tuesday, February 25, 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. Work Session This morning was a five-eagle morning. Between letting the dogs out, then in, then out to eat, then in again, there were two eagles in the dead cottonwood tree across the river from my house. I’m pretty sure there were two different eagles. They don’t all look alike. There’s a younger one that has been hanging out here all winter. Its feathers are not fully black, but still have a kind of gray mottling to them. It’s head and tail are pure white. There have been some older, mature eagles that have the deep black feathers. With the sun in my eyes, it was hard to tell if I saw the younger one twice, or if it had company. Then there was another one just down the canyon, and then two more in trees by the Francis Cemetery. There are particular trees they roost in. The dead trees do all look alike, so I’ve never understood why they roost in one tree over the one next to it. It’s very deliberate. In the case of the eagle across from my house, it’s not only in the same tree, but the same branch. The dogs don’t like it at all and will bark at it. The eagle doesn’t care. I can sense its indifference from 50 yards away. That branch is apparently special to eagles because eagles have roosted there for years. The huge, mature eagle disappeared a couple of years ago. Now the immature one has taken over the spot. There must have been some issue settling the older eagle’s will, but the young one has firmly taken possession of exactly the same branch. I’m not a big birder, but it’s hard to miss them when they are perched up in the bare tree, with their feathers fluffed up to the size of a fat Labrador retriever. Not a bad way to start the day, spotting bald eagles on your way to go skiing. There has been a herd of wild turkeys in downtown Woodland all winter. The south-facing hillside has been mostly bare this year (not that global warming is real or anything) and the turkeys hang out on the shoulder of the highway and on the bare hillside. Sometimes they waddle across the road in a very leisurely and disorganized manner, stopping what little traffic there is. My neigh- Not a bad way to start the day, spotting bald eagles on your way to go skiing.” bor was coming home from the grocery store and said that a turkey ran in front of his car, and wouldn’t get out of the line of travel. He finally slammed on the brake to avoid hitting it. And then mountain lion came around the side of the car in hot pursuit of the turkey. Both disappeared into the brush on the hillside. The turkey likely disappeared into the lion’s belly before it was all over. That was in the middle of the afternoon, with a row of houses along one side of the road. I missed that action, but have seen lion tracks in the snow around the barns this winter. So they are around. People over in the Samak area have spotted them even more often. It would be a good growth management tool if realtors were required to 3. Discussion regarding amendments to Snyderville Basin Development Code Chapter 10-8-5, Accessory Apartment Language. – Ray Milliner, Principal Planner 4. Discussion regarding amendments to Chapter 10-8, General regulations for major and minor solar arrays. – Ray Milliner, Principal Planner 5. Approval of Minutes; August 27, 2019 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 21, 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. SNYDERVILLE BASIN WATER RECLAMATION DISTRICT BOARD OF TRUSTEES MEETING AGENDA February 24, 2020 ** District Office** 5:00 p.m. I. CALL TO ORDER II. CONSENT AGENDA A. Approval of Board Meeting Minutes for January 27, 2020 B. Final Project Approval 1. SR 248 Bicycle and Pedestrian Access 2. Woodward Park City C. Escrow Fund Reduction Approval SR 248 Bicycle and Pedestrian Access – Retain 10 percent III. PUBLIC INPUT IV. APPROVAL OF EXPENDITURES – Bills in the Amount of $1,182,064.37 V. SUBDIVISION PROJECTS Estimated LEA REs Year to Date: # Above Splitter 37.33; # ECWRF 0; # SCWRF 0; Total 37.33 Proposed this Meeting: # Above Splitter 0; # ECWRF 0; # SCWRF 0; Total 0 VI. DISTRICT MANAGER A. Action Items – Consider Approval of SC and EC SWPPP B. Information Items 1. Financial Statement 2. Impact Fee Report 3. 2020 Adopted Budget / 2019 Performance Report VII. A. B. C. D. FUTURE AGENDA ITEMS Projects Operations Finance Governmental Matters VIII. ADJOURN If you are planning to attend this public meeting and, due to a disability, require reasonable accommodation in understanding, participating in or attending the meeting, please notify the District twenty-four or more hours in advance of the meeting, and we will try to provide whatever assistance may be required. Board members may appear telephonically. 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 1. Public input for items not on the agenda or pending applications. 2. Discussion regarding amendments to Snyderville Basin Development Code Chapter 10-2-9, Neighborhood Commercial Zone (NC). – Ray Milliner, Principal Planner hand buyers a disclosure that said there was a significant threat of being attacked by the lion that is squatting under the deck. And lurking around the school bus stop in the morning. There’s another bird that I watch for. About this point in the winter, when I’m still having fun skiing but the novelty of shoveling roofs and plowing snow has long worn off, there is no sound as pleasant as the redwing blackbirds. This is typically the week they show up and start trilling in the willows. It’s the official announcement that spring is on the way. There’s a lot more snow to come, but once the redwings are back, I know we’re on the downhill side of winter. Once the thought of spring gets in my head, there’s no getting over it. Despite having to post-hole through waist deep snow, I trudged out to the barn to visit the tractors. I keep some of them here at my house, and had managed to get all of them started for a while in January. There was too much snow to dig them out, but I like to push a little oil around the engines. I was less successful out in the barn. The two oldest fired right up. One starts by hand turning the flywheel, the other with a crank. They are 80 years old. I hope I am still firing up at that age. But I struck out with a couple of them. Too much choke; not enough 6v battery. I’ll have to wait for a warmer day for that. But if the blackbirds are back, warmer days are coming. What defines the worst job? At our Rotary meeting this week we were given a silly assignment meant to be a conversation starter — write down the worst job you ever had — fold over the paper — put it in the bag and the job would be read out loud and folks would guess the author. There were answers of worst jobs that involved “military mortician” and a favorite — Wall Street lawyer. Mine was maid. I didn’t elaborate. In the early ’90s — after taking a leave of absence from my job as editor of this paper to work on a book from a grant I had been awarded — I returned to Park City after three months away. After just two weeks back I knew it was time to leave as editor. I had no plan beyond leaving and keeping my part-time weekend job at Dolly’s Bookstore. I had two kids in college on scholarships in two different states. A friend offered to hire me to clean condos during the holidays. I gladly took the work. Besides the obvious reasons why being a maid in ski season in high-end properties would be ... un-fun ... I felt left out. The easy but exclusionary camaraderie of the Hispanic women I worked with was something I envied. They knew how to move through rooms with great efficiency and to treat the work ... as work they were grateful to have. I hated the work — though I was grateful for it — because it was a daily reminder that sometimes making a hard personal snap decision has difficult consequences when you need to also make a living. It was crazy back then — folks left their business papers all over dining room tables. Folders and computers and spreadsheets and envelopes with the names of New York firms on the return addresses. The journalist in me had a hard time walking away from all that. We would pick up the glasses around the papers but never disturb the messy display of power and wealth. I don’t remember a single time a guest left any tip for the maids. Though I didn’t speak any real Spanish and my coworkers spoke broken English, we communicated enough to get the job done each day. I took directions from the very capable leader and she would check my work before we left every condo. Sometimes I would forget the fancy fold on the toilet paper — a thing I never did in my own home. And sometimes I missed a dust bunny under the dining room table — hell, there was a regular bunny breeding ground at my house under my own dining room table. I only did that work for two months before a communications job came along that paid well enough to leave the maid job — if I kept the Dolly’s job on nights and weekends. There were freelance writing jobs after that and I soon landed a few writing gigs that kept me going and then work editing someone else’s book and a then a continuing consulting gig. The journalist in me had a hard time walking away from all that. We would pick up the glasses around the papers but never disturb the messy display of power and wealth.” I decided after much painful consideration not to allow my own book to be published nor to take the contract for the HBO Movie of the Week. It turns out “based on a true story” meant they could change pretty much all the facts and just manipulate the sensational stuff. My domestic violence marriage that led to me to run away to Utah in 1979 and the domestic violence murder in front of the grocery store here in Park City — almost 20 years later — had made for a series of award-wining stories and a book contract and grant. And that ride was amazing from start to finish. But I realized my own children didn’t need to have that define their lives. As very young children, they never really witnessed any of it — except the residual anger of their father. I made the difficult decision to walk away from those opportunities while I was cleaning condos. So I associate all that time of being a maid as a time of strong convictions that led to painful decisions. But also great personal disappointment of dreams not just deferred but derailed. What I wanted more than anything was to be strong for my kids. It wasn’t the actual job of maid that I was sad about — it was the decisions that I had made quickly that changed the trajectory of my life — again. Those decisions that led me to need to take the job of maid. Still, I wanted my kids to see that all jobs mattered when you needed one. I didn’t work nine to five or have weekends off. Those Hispanic women treated me fine but they knew their jobs, and teaching me the nuances of professional housekeeping was not something they needed. I was not — as we say now — “value added” to their day. They weren’t unkind, they just kinda tolerated me. I ate my lunch alone. And that feeling was what made the job the worst — feeling left out while working as hard as I could to keep all the plates spinning in my life. My life and the jobs got better and my work eventually involved travel and staying in hotels. If I was in a room when the maid arrived I tried to make some small talk and acknowledge them and their work. I always make certain I leave tips on the pillows so the maids know the money is left there specifically for them. About half the time now — if I am somewhere for an extended stay — during the middle of the week I receive a handwritten note from a maid thanking me for the very modest tips. Maybe in hindsight being a maid for two months wasn’t my worst job. It was a bridge when I needed it desperately and it gave me a small window into a world I had never visited before. And it taught me being appreciative is a muscle you can develop at any point in your life — even a messy 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. |