Wednesday, May 1, 2013
10 Years Later: 'Mission Accomplished' Speech Painfully Ironic
By Fred Lambert
When Raymond Parra’s convoy was ambushed, the Navy Corpsman’s instincts kicked in. It was a dark night in Ramadi, Iraq on March 22, 2004, mainly because of power outages throughout the city. For some reason the Marines had decided to drive down one of the only lit roads while picking up a platoon from a patrol.
A rocket-propelled grenade sailed in from the darkness and through the passenger-side window of the second Humvee, striking the driver in the head (without exploding) and forcing him to lose control. The Humvee struck a concrete barrier just as Parra heard bullets from an RPK machine gun plinking against the side of his vehicle.
“I ended up pulling off about seven shots before we drove across that sector,” he says. “And then right when the vehicle stopped, I was the first person to jump off. I got my med-bag and I ended up running toward the downed vehicle.”
Equipment and Marines were spewed everywhere from the crash, and several of the men were suffering from broken limbs and dislocated joints. While treating a Marine whose hand had been smashed between the Humvee and the concrete barrier, Parra took off the man’s green issued glove and skin peeled away with it.
Some of the men shined flashlights at the driver. Parra asked what they were doing, and they told him that the Marine was dead. He asked them if they were sure, and one replied, “Yeah, the back of his head is missing.”
Soon the quick reaction force arrived, and Parra ordered nearby Marines to collect the rest of the dead Marine’s remains from the street. They were unable to find his Kevlar helmet, but gathered chunks of his brain and skull into a plastic bag. “We didn’t want some Iraqi dog eating pieces of a Marine,” Parra says.
This was Fox Company, 2nd Battalion, 4th Marine Regiment’s first man killed in action during the war, and it was a shock. But what was “the war”? If Parra and Marine comrades from his first tour to the region were asked that question in the late spring of 2003, they would have noted what was initially known as “the invasion” or “the push,” and later known as “the initial push,” “Operation Iraqi Freedom” or “OIF 1.” All of those terms indicated “the war” to U.S. troops at one time or another, and rightfully so. They had taken Baghdad, and “the war” was over.
And while the 10-year anniversary of “the war” has been dissected in blogs and editorials, some forget that the real war that Americans came to recognize on their TVs and laptop screens – an insurgency with roadside bombs, kidnappings, beheadings and snipers -- came after President George W. Bush stepped out of a jet onto the USS Abraham Lincoln on May 1, 2003 and declared that “Major combat operations in Iraq have ended. In the Battle of Iraq, the United States and our allies have prevailed.”
This irony haunts Barbara Gannon, professor of military history at the University of Central Florida. At the time of the invasion, Gannon was a defense analyst for the U.S. Government Accountability Office, investigating U.S. Army issues for Congress. She feels that the main reason the war didn’t end on schedule is because the U.S. invaded with too few troops.
“The Army War College wrote a long report about the aftermath, and there were not enough troops,” she says. “You’ve got to have enough troops. And everyone knew it wasn’t even close.”
Noting that the effort to drive the Iraqis from Kuwait in 1991 utilized over half a million men, Gannon cites former Army Chief of Staff Gen. Eric Shinseki’s appraisal before a Senate Armed Services Committee in February 2003 that the U.S. would need a similar figure to secure post-invasion Iraq. “And that was not the ‘Bush’ answer,” Gannon says. Shinseki’s term was not renewed, and the White House ended up green-lighting a force of less than 200,000.
The real catalyst for disaster came when Bush sent Ambassador Paul Bremer to take over the post-invasion effort. The upstart promptly fired the Iraqi Army on May 23, 2003.
Gannon screamed in anger when she heard the news. “Our troops weren’t enough to be a policeman in every little town,” she says. “You couldn’t even cover the arms dumps. So of course, the Sunni insurgents took advantage of that and looted them, and they’d make handy little [improvised explosive devices].”
Coalition Provisional Authority Order No. 2, as it was called, had the dual effect of forcing a small number of coalition troops to police Iraq alone while making potential enemies of disgruntled, unemployed (not to mention armed and trained) Iraqi soldiers who could have helped.
This was compounded by the Bush administration’s refusal to increase the size of the armed forces, Gannon explains. “The solution was to churn the same people through over and over again” on multiple tours, she says.
Ten years later, the “Mission Accomplished” speech is a searing irony for many veterans who served in Iraq through 2003 and 2004 in some of the most brutal fighting of the conflict.
Parra, now 29, was a skinny Pasadena native when he joined the Navy -- a choice inspired partly by his father, who was a Vietnam veteran. “He was a grunt with the Army -- Bronze Star, Purple Heart recipient -- and he told me to join the Navy because he didn’t want me to see the horrors of war,” Parra says with a chuckle.
This precaution vanished when Parra’s assigned Marine battalion deployed to Kuwait in February 2003, invading Iraq in a 21-day blitz in March and April. Parra distinguished himself in a firefight on April 4, treating wounded Marines and Iraqis as his company cut through a field of entrenched fighters south of Baghdad.
After Saddam Hussein’s regime collapsed, Parra’s unit settled down for security and stabilization operations in the southern town of Ad Diwaniyah.
“There was a bit of peace,” he remembers. “”And that’s the time when we would just stand out at the [observation post] and eat chicken, kabobs; you know, just mess around.”
After his unit returned from Iraq in August, Parra spent only a short time stateside before he was transferred to 2/4, which was short of corpsmen for its upcoming deployment to Ramadi.
This would be 2/4’s first deployment to Iraq. The battalion had little combat experience outside the staff non-commissioned officer ranks who’d served in Somalia and Desert Storm, and Parra’s knowledge from his first tour was utilized in classes about traumatic wounds.
“Once we got to Ramadi, we had that whole, ‘Open hearts, open minds,’ type thing -- a peacekeeping operation,” he explains. “I would tell the guys stories about staying in OPs and eating chicken and fucking off. And that’s what the Marines kind of expected. They expected it to be a peacekeeping deployment. And they had no idea what we were walking into.”
Their first KIA was a wet slap in the face. The following days would be marked with more stinging wake-up calls as 2/4 absorbed a three-day wave of insurgent ambushes and roadside bombings in what became known as the Battle of Ramadi, in which a dozen Marines from 2/4 were killed.
This fight was indicative of what was occurring in other areas of the country that spring, such as Fallujah and Sadr City, and it seemed unlikely that anyone could have been more wrong than President Bush was on an aircraft carrier the previous May.
This new phase would be known as “Operation Iraqi Freedom II,” or “OIF II.” But few -- from the lowliest private to the Commander in Chief -- seemed willing to call it an insurgency until places like Ramadi were blowing up.
“From OIF I to OIF II, in the transition of those two periods, it just went from the normal peacekeeping operations -- having hajis come over, drinking cokes with them, them making us stuff to eat -- to the next thing you know, we were killing these fuckers in a brutal war,” Parra says.
But the pot had been boiling since the previous fall, when Spc. Perry Houchenf and his comrades in the Army’s 82nd Airborne Division arrived in country.
Houchenf, 30, also known as “Hooch” by some of his Army pals, is an Ohio native now living in Columbus. He spent 10 years in the Army as a paratrooper and infantryman, and was deployed twice to Iraq and twice to Afghanistan.
He doesn’t even remember where he was when Bush gave his May 1 speech. “We just got back from Afghanistan in January of 2003, so we were just trying to get reintegrated,” he says. His brother was a member of the 173rd Airborne Brigade, and was preparing to jump into northern Iraq. This was how Houchenf first learned of the incursion. He would join his brother in country by August 2003, when the 82nd Airborne was sent to Fallujah.
The levels of violence jolted Houchenf, despite previous warnings from his commanders. “It was a bit of a shock, because our last tour in Afghanistan, they were telling us the same stuff, but not a lot of things happened,” he says. “When we got into Iraq, we thought it might be a little bit of the same thing -- you know, building tents and shaking hands with people and stuff -- and suddenly there were people shooting at us.”
Most attacks occurred when soldiers would move “from point A to point B.” Roadside bombs, or improvised explosive devices, were the biggest threat. “Almost every day someone would see an IED or get blown up by an IED,” Houchenf says.
Houchenf says that the politics of the continued fighting escaped many soldiers, including him. “I think that a lot of people were under the impression that it was supposed to be over with the invasion,” he says. “But as a young soldier who was lower enlisted, I didn’t have to be politically-minded. I just did what they told me.”
Houchenf knew, however, that the region was a tinderbox even as U.S. Marines relieved the 82nd months later. “It seemed to steadily increase in danger from when we got there to when we left,” he recalls. Night movements into Fallujah became protocol, since Houchenf and his unit were “getting ambushed and blown up too much during the day.”
What later came to be known as the First Battle of Fallujah – a bloody assault that took place at the same time Parra and 2/4 fought in Ramadi -- occurred after Houchenf and his unit left the city to the Marines. “It seemed like the environment was kind of boiling up,” he says. “It seemed like it was a pot ready to explode when we were there. And that often made it so that we were just trying to keep it from exploding, more or less.”
Ultimately, Houchenf says, they were just waiting to leave the country. “I can say that as soon as we got there we were counting down the days until we left,” he says. “Nobody wanted to be over there.”
Just as Houchenf and his unit were leaving Iraq, Jason Rossman, then an 18-year-old rifleman with Hotel Company 2/4, was flying in.
His unit commanders were far more complacent in their warnings about Ramadi.
“We were told that the people were going to love us -- we were told specifically that the only reason we were going to bring our weapons is because we had to,” the 27-year-old Las Vegas resident amusedly recalls. “But we wouldn’t have to use them -- we were going to be loved, and they would be giving us flowers when we got there.”
When Bush gave his “Mission Accomplished” speech, Rossman was a senior at Canyon High School in Anaheim Hills, Calif. He joined the Marines not for benefits or patriotism, but because it was what he wanted to do since he was 7 years old.
He signed up for the Delayed Entry Program when he was 17, but didn’t fathom that he might go to Iraq. “I mean, the invasion happened during my senior year and the war ended when I was done with high school,” he says. “But I really didn’t know. I figured if I went, I would just be hanging out. I didn’t think there would be real combat.”
Ramadi seemed quiet at first, especially when Rossman’s company replaced a Puerto Rican National Guard unit. “What we were told was that they never left the base,” he says. “They just made sure they got their food every day, and they briefed our captain that there was no violence, no attacks, nothing of any kind; there was nothing going on in the city.”
The frenzy of bloody combat that proceeded in the spring flipped this notion on its head. Rossman survived the Battle of Ramadi – what he calls “three days of non-stop fighting; real Black Hawk Down, without the helicopters” – only to be wounded on a patrol the following June.
“We were just leaving an observation post, and I was always the last guy in the patrol,” he recalls. “And I got shot by a machine gun from one of the buildings that was behind me.”
Missing his protective plate by an inch, a bullet pierced Rossman’s shoulder, traveled into his chest and through his lung, exiting and striking his wrist. Another grazed his midsection, breaking some ribs. His time in Ramadi was over, but like many U.S. troops, he would recover and eventually return to Iraq.
“The problem was that we were very arrogant. You [should] never underestimate the enemy,” Rossman says. “Everyone there was very patriotic and motivated. I was very proud to be a Marine. And I didn’t know any better -- I was barely 18.”
On his second tour to Iraq, Rossman recalls having an embittered, cynical feeling on board the ship that sailed toward the war zone. “I wasn’t demotivated or anything like that; I’m just a realist. I knew that what we were doing wasn’t going to help us in any way -- our country, anything,” he says.
Gannon agrees, but credits how well U.S. troops fought. “I don’t think anyone thought the all-volunteer force would hold up as well as it did through all those rotations,” she says. “That’s what I was always astonished by.”
When asked whether he finds it ironic that former President Bush declared “major combat operations in Iraq” over nearly a year before the spring 2004 fighting, Rossman says: “I don’t find it an irony, I find it a tragedy. Because in any fucking war, when you say the war is over, that means nobody else is going to die. But the funny part is barely anybody died during the war. But after the war was over, everybody died.”
Thursday, February 14, 2013
A Kennel Officer Reflects on a Dismal Task
By Fred Lambert
When Zeus was first admitted to Orange County Animal Services, kennel officer William Farrell was impressed.
The 95-pound American Staffordshire was large, even for his breed, but his behavior was what truly stood out. “What a great dog he was,” Will recalls. “I mean, temperament: perfect. Walked spectacular on a leash. He never pulled, nothing. [Around] other animals: no problem. This guy was just an all-around great dog. He could have been like one of those dogs on TV -- like an ambassador for the pit bulls.”
Zeus was quickly adopted, and Will remembers feeling contented -- relieved, even, and for good reason. Many dogs that enter Animal Services are not so lucky.
A large, red-haired man, Will moves with the purpose of a time-sensitive, hard worker. “Yeah, it doesn’t get any easier,” he mutters, thoughtfully, while passing through a room with a table hinged to the wall. He walks into a small, roofed area outside and takes the cover off of a plastic bin. Inside are four lifeless dogs stacked upon one another. The stench of excrement wafts out; fresh dung is smudged on some of the animals’ coats of fur. Frothy saliva sticks to the lips of one, covering a slack jaw exposing teeth. The eyelids of another are still slightly open.
Will lifts the dog that’s on top. Its legs and head awkwardly loll to the side.
“See, this one was a good dog, perfectly healthy,” he says. “But nobody came to adopt him, so this is what happened.”
The bin sits in front of a large incinerator with a smokestack colored as black as its purpose. Soon the dogs will be unloaded into the machine to be cremated. Smeared bodily fluids trail to the bin’s opening where the corpses slide out.
In the room with the hinged table, a puddle of urine stagnates on the floor below where the table extends and the animals spend their final moments of life. A splotch of bright blood gleams in the corner.
“Some of them were injured,” Will explains. “Sometimes they’ve been hit by cars; sometimes they’ve been attacked by other dogs. If the dog is suffering, we’re going to euthanize it right then and there.”
Today was slow, he says: only eight dogs euthanized. An average day yields at least 10 to 15 of these procedures. Altogether, Animal Services euthanized 10,811 animals in fiscal 2012.
There are several ways an animal can end up stacked near the incinerator. Dogs involved in bite attacks are quarantined for 10 days. If they don’t die of rabies in that time, the owner is consulted and legal considerations are weighed. If the owner doesn’t claim it, and the animal is passive toward humans, it may be adopted at the discretion of kennel officers. If still violent, fate places it next to the black incinerator.
Friendly strays spend a shorter time at the facility. If no owner-identifying microchip is found, they go into general population. If not adopted, claimed by owners, or saved by a rescue shelter in five business days, then because of overcrowding their time at Animal Services ends in the plastic bin. Overcrowding – the cause of 1,242 euthanizing procedures at the Orlando clinic in 2012 -- is the third biggest killer here, behind medical and temperamental reasons.
If a dog’s fate does lead it into the euthanasia room, the operation is standard. One kennel officer holds and pets the dog while another administers the injections.
The first injection is an anesthetic cocktail of telezol, ketamine and xylazine (TKX). In a healthy dog, this dosage takes about one minute to kick in, painlessly sedating the animal. The second injection is a death blow from a substance known as Fatal-Plus. Its main ingredient, a barbiturate called sodium pentobarbital, takes another minute to shut down the animal’s brain and put it to sleep forever. This process is complicated by heartworms, Will says, which can prolong the dog’s death by three to four minutes.
After that the animal’s bowels let loose, adding to the urine and feces on the floor from earlier procedures. Then it’s off to the plastic incinerator bin.
This macabre task was not always Will’s lot in life. After completing an enlistment as a Marine infantryman, he ended up back in the civilian workforce and grew restless. Chance put him behind an Animal Services truck with the organization’s website printed on the back. He applied online and was quickly hired.
That was six years ago. Now the 43-year-old is seasoned. Besides euthanizing procedures, his duties include cleaning (mostly of excrement), feeding, providing basic medical care and running temperament assessments.
One day, Will put about 80 dogs to sleep. “I was sitting here for like eight hours,” he recalls. The pitch in his voice drops, and he adds, “You just keep doing it.”
He says that over-breeding is the main problem. Professional breeders want well-behaved, genetically healthy canines, and they sell off aggressive, over-hyper dogs. Unschooled backyard breeders use these animals to breed their own puppies to sell to local mills. “So now you have a bunch of not-well-bred dogs everywhere,” Will says. “Of course, the new owners don’t spay and neuter their dogs, and they want the same thing. Everybody wants to say, ‘My dog is great, my dog is perfect, I need to breed my dog at least once.’ Or multiple times, if they make enough money.”
Will has seen female dogs come in with breasts scraping the floor. Some have had their uteruses turned inside out. “Once the mom is done, they’ll move to one of the daughters,” he says. “They’ll breed father with daughter, son with mother, brother with sister -- they don’t care. As long as people see puppies, they will buy them. It’s a profit.”
Many of these ill-bred dogs end up in the kennels of Animal Services. Will points out that spaying and neutering is covered under Medicaid plans, and even paying to neuter an animal at the clinic is relatively cheap, but that it doesn’t seem to matter.
“People are going to be people. It’s just the way it is,” he says. Adoption is $55 and includes rabies shots, a microchip and spaying and neutering, but some patrons ask if they can keep the animal fertile. “They’ll actually offer to pay more for that,” Will says, “because they’ll make a ton more money off of the puppies than what they’re going to pay for the dog.”
A year-and-a-half after Zeus was adopted, a stray with a familiar color pattern was brought in. “I knew I knew this dog from somewhere,” Will says. He scanned its microchip, and sure enough, it was Zeus. Now Zeus weighed about 50 pounds. His face and neck were shredded with dog-fighting scars. “Now he was so animal aggressive,” Will says. “He just wanted to kill anything that came near him.”
Will stops his story for a moment, and then slowly continues with a knot in his throat: “Of course, nobody claimed him. There was no contact with the owner. And it was just a matter of days before we had to euthanize him. I made sure I was there. I wanted to do it myself, because I loved him so much. He was such a great dog. And it’s not the dog’s fault. It’s not my fault. It’s the damn people that keep over-breeding their dogs.”
Will also blames dog-fighters, but to him over-breeding is the main issue in a complex, layered problem. He says dogs are worth more than the profits they bring to amateur breeders.
“How many humans do you know that would give their life up for you?” he asks. “If you care for a dog, that dog will die for you.”
Such a noble death seems romantic, however, given the day-to-day reality that Will faces. It lives in the blood and urine that coat the floor of the euthanasia room. It hides in the stench from a plastic bin next to an incinerator. And in the end, it is trumpeted by a long, ever-active smokestack that sticks up like a dark monument in the back corner of Orange County Animal Services.
When Zeus was first admitted to Orange County Animal Services, kennel officer William Farrell was impressed.
The 95-pound American Staffordshire was large, even for his breed, but his behavior was what truly stood out. “What a great dog he was,” Will recalls. “I mean, temperament: perfect. Walked spectacular on a leash. He never pulled, nothing. [Around] other animals: no problem. This guy was just an all-around great dog. He could have been like one of those dogs on TV -- like an ambassador for the pit bulls.”
Zeus was quickly adopted, and Will remembers feeling contented -- relieved, even, and for good reason. Many dogs that enter Animal Services are not so lucky.
A large, red-haired man, Will moves with the purpose of a time-sensitive, hard worker. “Yeah, it doesn’t get any easier,” he mutters, thoughtfully, while passing through a room with a table hinged to the wall. He walks into a small, roofed area outside and takes the cover off of a plastic bin. Inside are four lifeless dogs stacked upon one another. The stench of excrement wafts out; fresh dung is smudged on some of the animals’ coats of fur. Frothy saliva sticks to the lips of one, covering a slack jaw exposing teeth. The eyelids of another are still slightly open.
Will lifts the dog that’s on top. Its legs and head awkwardly loll to the side.
“See, this one was a good dog, perfectly healthy,” he says. “But nobody came to adopt him, so this is what happened.”
The bin sits in front of a large incinerator with a smokestack colored as black as its purpose. Soon the dogs will be unloaded into the machine to be cremated. Smeared bodily fluids trail to the bin’s opening where the corpses slide out.
In the room with the hinged table, a puddle of urine stagnates on the floor below where the table extends and the animals spend their final moments of life. A splotch of bright blood gleams in the corner.
“Some of them were injured,” Will explains. “Sometimes they’ve been hit by cars; sometimes they’ve been attacked by other dogs. If the dog is suffering, we’re going to euthanize it right then and there.”
Today was slow, he says: only eight dogs euthanized. An average day yields at least 10 to 15 of these procedures. Altogether, Animal Services euthanized 10,811 animals in fiscal 2012.
There are several ways an animal can end up stacked near the incinerator. Dogs involved in bite attacks are quarantined for 10 days. If they don’t die of rabies in that time, the owner is consulted and legal considerations are weighed. If the owner doesn’t claim it, and the animal is passive toward humans, it may be adopted at the discretion of kennel officers. If still violent, fate places it next to the black incinerator.
Friendly strays spend a shorter time at the facility. If no owner-identifying microchip is found, they go into general population. If not adopted, claimed by owners, or saved by a rescue shelter in five business days, then because of overcrowding their time at Animal Services ends in the plastic bin. Overcrowding – the cause of 1,242 euthanizing procedures at the Orlando clinic in 2012 -- is the third biggest killer here, behind medical and temperamental reasons.
If a dog’s fate does lead it into the euthanasia room, the operation is standard. One kennel officer holds and pets the dog while another administers the injections.
The first injection is an anesthetic cocktail of telezol, ketamine and xylazine (TKX). In a healthy dog, this dosage takes about one minute to kick in, painlessly sedating the animal. The second injection is a death blow from a substance known as Fatal-Plus. Its main ingredient, a barbiturate called sodium pentobarbital, takes another minute to shut down the animal’s brain and put it to sleep forever. This process is complicated by heartworms, Will says, which can prolong the dog’s death by three to four minutes.
After that the animal’s bowels let loose, adding to the urine and feces on the floor from earlier procedures. Then it’s off to the plastic incinerator bin.
This macabre task was not always Will’s lot in life. After completing an enlistment as a Marine infantryman, he ended up back in the civilian workforce and grew restless. Chance put him behind an Animal Services truck with the organization’s website printed on the back. He applied online and was quickly hired.
That was six years ago. Now the 43-year-old is seasoned. Besides euthanizing procedures, his duties include cleaning (mostly of excrement), feeding, providing basic medical care and running temperament assessments.
One day, Will put about 80 dogs to sleep. “I was sitting here for like eight hours,” he recalls. The pitch in his voice drops, and he adds, “You just keep doing it.”
He says that over-breeding is the main problem. Professional breeders want well-behaved, genetically healthy canines, and they sell off aggressive, over-hyper dogs. Unschooled backyard breeders use these animals to breed their own puppies to sell to local mills. “So now you have a bunch of not-well-bred dogs everywhere,” Will says. “Of course, the new owners don’t spay and neuter their dogs, and they want the same thing. Everybody wants to say, ‘My dog is great, my dog is perfect, I need to breed my dog at least once.’ Or multiple times, if they make enough money.”
Will has seen female dogs come in with breasts scraping the floor. Some have had their uteruses turned inside out. “Once the mom is done, they’ll move to one of the daughters,” he says. “They’ll breed father with daughter, son with mother, brother with sister -- they don’t care. As long as people see puppies, they will buy them. It’s a profit.”
Many of these ill-bred dogs end up in the kennels of Animal Services. Will points out that spaying and neutering is covered under Medicaid plans, and even paying to neuter an animal at the clinic is relatively cheap, but that it doesn’t seem to matter.
“People are going to be people. It’s just the way it is,” he says. Adoption is $55 and includes rabies shots, a microchip and spaying and neutering, but some patrons ask if they can keep the animal fertile. “They’ll actually offer to pay more for that,” Will says, “because they’ll make a ton more money off of the puppies than what they’re going to pay for the dog.”
A year-and-a-half after Zeus was adopted, a stray with a familiar color pattern was brought in. “I knew I knew this dog from somewhere,” Will says. He scanned its microchip, and sure enough, it was Zeus. Now Zeus weighed about 50 pounds. His face and neck were shredded with dog-fighting scars. “Now he was so animal aggressive,” Will says. “He just wanted to kill anything that came near him.”
Will stops his story for a moment, and then slowly continues with a knot in his throat: “Of course, nobody claimed him. There was no contact with the owner. And it was just a matter of days before we had to euthanize him. I made sure I was there. I wanted to do it myself, because I loved him so much. He was such a great dog. And it’s not the dog’s fault. It’s not my fault. It’s the damn people that keep over-breeding their dogs.”
Will also blames dog-fighters, but to him over-breeding is the main issue in a complex, layered problem. He says dogs are worth more than the profits they bring to amateur breeders.
“How many humans do you know that would give their life up for you?” he asks. “If you care for a dog, that dog will die for you.”
Such a noble death seems romantic, however, given the day-to-day reality that Will faces. It lives in the blood and urine that coat the floor of the euthanasia room. It hides in the stench from a plastic bin next to an incinerator. And in the end, it is trumpeted by a long, ever-active smokestack that sticks up like a dark monument in the back corner of Orange County Animal Services.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
The death and rebirth of Tasty Tuesdays
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| Tasty Tuesdays' food trucks operated with impunity for months. |
By Fred Lambert
flambert@valenciavoice.com
When hungry patrons converged on Orlando’s Milk District on the night of June 19, they were met with an empty street where local area food trucks had previously been lined every Tuesday for months.
The event, dubbed “Tasty Tuesdays,” had been shut down by Orlando Code Enforcement and the Orlando Police after an unknown business owner in the area complained about the trucks obstructing parking.
The event had been a popular local gathering where customers could pick their choice of food truck meals -- from chicken and waffles to sushi to Yum-Yum cupcakes -- and then chow down at one of many area bars where beer and other beverages were available. This symbiotic setup came to a halt after last Tuesday’s complaint.
But it wasn’t enough to kill Tasty Tuesdays. Some area business leaders, like bar manager Brian Kane of The Milk Bar, took matters into their own hands by getting landowner permission to keep the bazaar alive for the next Tuesday in a different spot, circumventing the public parking space issue.
“So we can have them in our parking lot behind Milk Bar and Etoile, even if we can’t get them in the streets,” said Kane. “Whatever the code says, that’s what we’re doing.”
Kane figures that at least five trucks and a cart can fit into the rear-area parking lot. “That way, at the very least we can do our part to keep Tasty Tuesdays going, regardless of what happens with the front area,” he said.
The shut-down which caused the compromise was sudden.
After the complaint last Tuesday, it was found that the trucks were operating without the proper license to occupy public parking spaces. They were fined and ordered to disperse, with truck owners frantically reimbursing customers who had already placed orders that could not be finished.
The event left bitter rather than savory tastes in the mouths of would-be customers, who expressed chagrin at the sudden shut-down.
“I think it’s a nitpicky, underhanded tactic used by an angry business owner who is too ignorant to realize he or she is hurting their own business,” said Michael Gonzalez, who had attended Tasty Tuesdays four or five times.
A petition was crafted online by Tommy Barger of Spacebar, one of The Milk District’s locations, to revamp the event out on the streets. As of Saturday it had 1,298 signatures out of a needed 1,500. It can be signed at https://www.change.org/petitions/city-of-orlando-let-tasty-tuesdays-food-truck-event-back-on-the-street-2
According to Tasty Tuesdays’ Facebook page, a meeting will be held on July 2 to discuss the events of June 19. As well, The Daily City reports that Commissioner Patty Sheehan has said, “I do not think this is a bad omen for food trucks in general, just a hiccup with a group trying to promote an event that needs to be a little more familiar with our rules.”
The food trucks, which have multiple gatherings on differing days across Orlando, are mostly locally owned and operated -- one of the event’s highlight claims. Additionally, they brought in a slew of new business for local area bars in The Milk District, raising question as to who filed the complaint.
“Tuesday’s definitely been a boon to all the businesses that I know of,” said Kane. “Everyone that I’ve talked to has seen a drastic increase in sales. I know we definitely saw an increase, and that’s why we were happy to be a part of it and advertise it.”
flambert@valenciavoice.com
When hungry patrons converged on Orlando’s Milk District on the night of June 19, they were met with an empty street where local area food trucks had previously been lined every Tuesday for months.
The event, dubbed “Tasty Tuesdays,” had been shut down by Orlando Code Enforcement and the Orlando Police after an unknown business owner in the area complained about the trucks obstructing parking.
The event had been a popular local gathering where customers could pick their choice of food truck meals -- from chicken and waffles to sushi to Yum-Yum cupcakes -- and then chow down at one of many area bars where beer and other beverages were available. This symbiotic setup came to a halt after last Tuesday’s complaint.
But it wasn’t enough to kill Tasty Tuesdays. Some area business leaders, like bar manager Brian Kane of The Milk Bar, took matters into their own hands by getting landowner permission to keep the bazaar alive for the next Tuesday in a different spot, circumventing the public parking space issue.
“So we can have them in our parking lot behind Milk Bar and Etoile, even if we can’t get them in the streets,” said Kane. “Whatever the code says, that’s what we’re doing.”
Kane figures that at least five trucks and a cart can fit into the rear-area parking lot. “That way, at the very least we can do our part to keep Tasty Tuesdays going, regardless of what happens with the front area,” he said.
The shut-down which caused the compromise was sudden.
After the complaint last Tuesday, it was found that the trucks were operating without the proper license to occupy public parking spaces. They were fined and ordered to disperse, with truck owners frantically reimbursing customers who had already placed orders that could not be finished.
The event left bitter rather than savory tastes in the mouths of would-be customers, who expressed chagrin at the sudden shut-down.
“I think it’s a nitpicky, underhanded tactic used by an angry business owner who is too ignorant to realize he or she is hurting their own business,” said Michael Gonzalez, who had attended Tasty Tuesdays four or five times.
A petition was crafted online by Tommy Barger of Spacebar, one of The Milk District’s locations, to revamp the event out on the streets. As of Saturday it had 1,298 signatures out of a needed 1,500. It can be signed at https://www.change.org/petitions/city-of-orlando-let-tasty-tuesdays-food-truck-event-back-on-the-street-2
According to Tasty Tuesdays’ Facebook page, a meeting will be held on July 2 to discuss the events of June 19. As well, The Daily City reports that Commissioner Patty Sheehan has said, “I do not think this is a bad omen for food trucks in general, just a hiccup with a group trying to promote an event that needs to be a little more familiar with our rules.”
The food trucks, which have multiple gatherings on differing days across Orlando, are mostly locally owned and operated -- one of the event’s highlight claims. Additionally, they brought in a slew of new business for local area bars in The Milk District, raising question as to who filed the complaint.
“Tuesday’s definitely been a boon to all the businesses that I know of,” said Kane. “Everyone that I’ve talked to has seen a drastic increase in sales. I know we definitely saw an increase, and that’s why we were happy to be a part of it and advertise it.”
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Rangers defeat the Senators 1-0 in game three
By Fred Lambert
flambert@valenciavoice.com
The New York Rangers’ Brian Boyle scored the shot that won Monday’s match in Canada’s capital against the Ottawa Senators, 1-0, during the third game of the series.
The two teams stalemated throughout the first two periods, despite a heavier volume of shots by Ottawa; by the end of the second period they had 25 shots on goal compared to New York’s 16. Ottawa also scored higher in face offs and blocked shots throughout the first two periods, but neither team had made a goal yet.
Boyle’s goal came in the third period at 7:35 after an assist by Dan Girardi and Ryan Callahan, which sent the puck bouncing off the end-boards, allowing Boyle to find his opening.
Good defense by New York goalie Henrik Lundqvist and Ottawa’s Craig Anderson prevented most of the shots from landing in the nets throughout the night.
In one of the most frantic plays of the game, a move to block one of New York’s shots in the second put Anderson, along with Jason Spezza, off their skates and inside the net, preventing the Ranger’s closest shot in the game by that point.
New York’s Lundqvist was the Ranger’s saving grace, however, with 39 total saves.
“He’s been a rock all year,” said Ranger Rusian Fedotenko of Lundqvist.
This puts the count at two games won by New York and one by Ottawa; game four of the Stanley Cup series in on Wednesday night in Ottawa.
Brewers defeat Cubs 7-3 in game one
By Fred Lambert
flambert@valenciavoice.com
Mat Gamel and superior hitting led the Milwaukee Brewers to victory over the Chicago Cubs at Wrigley Field on Monday night, with Gamel making two hits and two runs out of four at-bats in a game where the Brewers outscored the Cubs 7-5.
The game went back and forth through the first five innings, with the Cubs’ Darwin Barney and Bryan Lahair hitting homeruns in the first and second innings, respectively.
LaHair, who hit 38 homeruns in the minor leagues last year, was the most successful Cub at the plate, with two hits out of four at-bats and one RBI scored.
The Brewers held the lead by the end of the fourth after ex-Cub Aramis Ramirez hit a sac fly in the first, sending Nyjer Morgan across the home plate, Rickie Weeks hit a homerun in the third and Shaun Marcum brought Alex Gonzalez home on a squeeze bunt.
The Cubs evened it out in the fifth when Blake DeWitt pinch-hit for starting pitcher Chris Volstad, knocking a sac fly into right field that brought Geovany Soto in from third.
The tie didn’t last, though, as the Brewers scored two RBIs in the sixth thanks to a triple by Gamel and a sac fly by Lucroy that brought Hart and Gamel home.
In the seventh a double to center field by Ramirez allowed an RBI by Ryan Braun, and in the eighth Gamel scored again after Carlos Gomez sacrificed to the pitcher with a bunt, putting the score at 7-3, Brewers.
Two final runs in the ninth inning by Ian Stewart and Soto weren’t enough for the Cubs, and the Brewers took the game at 7-5.
Game two of the four game series will be at Wrigley Field in Chicago on Tuesday at 8:05 p.m., Eastern Time.
New York Islanders beat the Pittsburg Penguins 5 to 3
By Fred Lambert
The Pittsburg Penguins statistically dominated the New York Islanders in their Tuesday night home game, but still lost the match at 5 to 3.
New York finished the first period with a two-nothing lead, which the Penguins matched in the second period after Pascal Dupuis deflected a shot off of Tyler Kennedy’s stick and James Neal scored at 4:10 in.
This rapid catch-up was not enough to gain an advantage. The Islanders seized the lead again when Kyle Okposo snatched up the puck after a bad pass by Pittsburg that bounced off of the siding, rocketing it past Penguin goalie Marc-Andre Fleury.
Pittsburg never regained the initiative, despite 32 shots on goal by the end of the second, compared to New York’s 18.
“They’ve got a lot of offensive firepower,” said New York’s Dylan Reese about the Penguin’s hustle.
New York scored their final two goals in the second after David Ullstrom hit the puck in during a power play and Frans Neilsen knocked Fleury’s helmet off getting the Islander’s fifth point.
The Penguin’s scored a third point in the third period and made 22 shots over New York’s 7, but the superior effort didn’t help.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Rollins Tars beat Bentley Falcons 7-2
By Fred Lambert
Rollins College beat Bentley University 7-2 on Friday night’s baseball game at Alfond Stadium in Winter Park, marking the second victory for the Tars over the Falcons in as many days.
The Falcons drew first blood in the fourth inning; pitcher Nate Witkowski hit a single toward right field that took Bryant Johnson from second base to home.
But the fourth is also where the Tars made their bread and butter. Loading the bases twice, Rollins was able to upstage Bentley with five runs when their turn to bat came. It was a lead the Falcons weren’t able to surpass for the remainder of the game.
“We took a lot of pitches that inning,” said Rollins’ Head Coach Jon Sjogren. “When we swung the bat we were in deep counts. Their pitcher threw close to 40 pitches that inning and just started getting tired and left the ball open a little bit. I think we did a good job not swinging at his better pitches early. He was throwing five or six pitches per hitter, and then as we started getting bases he started getting tired and making more mistakes and we were able to attack.”
Infielder Kevin Mager, who ended the 2011 season with a .381 batting average, was one of the top scorers for the Tars on Friday, with two hits, three RBIs and one run.
“Kevin played well,” said Sjorgren. “He had two big hits and two big spots in that fourth inning and then had another one at the end that really helped; it probably kind of goes on singing, but he was able to let us relax a little bit.”
Mager was put on the 2012 Tino Martinez Award Watch List and holds the record for triples in a season in Rollins’ baseball program. He attributes the fourth inning runs to good hitting and “team chemistry.”
“Hitting is contagious,” Mager said. “We just got it going and were able to take advantage of some pitches in the zone.”
Hunter Mayfield also drove in the first of two RBIs in the fourth that sent Anthony Figliolia and Brian Lattanzi across the home plate, as well as scoring two runs in the game.
Pitcher Taylor Smith was also praised for his ability to keep the Falcons from hitting. “Taylor Smith threw just over 100 pitches in eight innings, and only gave up five hits,” said Sjorgren. “You get stats like that and you’re going to win games.”
“Taylor gave a great performance tonight,” said Mager. “A lot of the rest of us are in the bull pen for the next two games. Our hitting has been there and I think it’s going to get better.”
This is the second victory over the Falcons for Rollins; Thursday’s matchup had the Tars winning at 10-4. The next two in the four game series are on Feb. 18 and 19, once again at Alfond Stadium in Winter Park.
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