Saturday, September 23, 2006

News in Brief...

Feh.

Why I'd Make a Terrific Mayor
by Stanley Tucci, Mayoral Candidate

Hello everyone, or should I say, ciao, as they do in my native tongue? Well, not my actual native tongue, I mean, I was born in Peekskill for God's sake, but the native tongue of the character I play in Big Night, Secondo.

On the note of my origin, I'd like to point out how remarkable my Hollywood success story is given my background: a young kid from upstate New York goes on to become a Hollywood tastemaker? Remarkable.

For example, there's a scene in Big Night, a film which I co-wrote as well as co-directed, in which myself and my onscreen brother Primo (played by my good friend and fellow Emmy Award winning actor Tony Shalhoub) are talking in Italian about our home country and about the restaurant. It's a powerful scene depicting the challenge that we as actors had to go through in order to convincingly play these characters. I mean, for Chrissakes, I'm from Peekskill, not Italy! And take Tony, he's friggin Iraqi or something, although he was born in Wisconsin I think. Come to think of it, he'd make a great Vice-Mayor.

But back to me and why I would make a great mayor. As an actor, my training is in front of the camera, okay? Yet just from being around directors and writers, I was able to write and direct a movie! Did I mention that Big Night ended up winning a pretty significant amount of awards from circles like the London Critics Group and Sundance?

The same applies for my bid for mayor. Have I ever held public office? No. Does this mean I, Stanley Tucci, would make for a bad mayor? Heck no! In fact, I would make an excellent mayor as many of my friends are in various government positions. This proximity I have to such figures allows me to absorb their knowledge and, yes, even skill, the same way I did with writing and directing. In short, I'd make an excellent mayor.

Do I have plans for the town? Of course I do; many. Some big, some small. But my biggest and most important plan is for a chain of Big Night-themed restaurants, with the flagship being right here in good old Chesterfield Ridge. I can picture it now--the premiere would have Ian Holm, in character, as Pascal, and maybe even some of the extras from the film milling about, mingling with guests. Many of these extras have appeared in projects like The Sopranos and Goodfellas. I sure bet they have some stories to tell. Maybe for like a hundred bucks apiece, I could have a character actor do a bit of schtick from one of their famous projects. But hey, I'm just thinking aloud here.

Point is, a chain of Big Night-themed restaurants is an almost guaranteed hit. Who didn't love the film's orgy of food? The timbale? I'd personally make it myself. You have any idea how hard that is to make? It's like souffle, I mean, as delicate and all, but twice as hard to make because you're assembling all these ingredients, working against the clock the entire time. Talk about pressure. Compared to making timbale, running Chesterfield Ridge would be a piece of cake, or as they say in Italian, torta.

So why Chesterfield Ridge, you ask? Easy. It's a friendly place with a great tradition of values and friendship. Plus the property taxes are ridiculously low. I mean like retarded low. Have you guys ever wondered why this is? Whatever the answer, I'm not planning on any big change-ups. Plus, it's relative proximity to New York City is perfect for an actor like myself. Not only can I perform in big Hollywood productions, such as Big Night, but I can also shrink my persona to fit even the smallest off-Broadway production. In acting, guys, less is definitely more.

And I dunno, maybe I could even set up some sort of actors' workshop in my Mayoral manse. I've worked with Hollywood heavyweights such as Richard Gere, Minnie Driver, Jennifer Lopez, Bruce Willis, Morgan Freeman, Robbie Coltrane, and many others. Talk about absorption. During the filming of Lucky Number Slevin, me and Morgan Freeman would just talk shop and man, did I get some great stories out of that guy. Compared to acting alongside such heavyweights, running Chesterfield Ridge would be a piece of timbale!

Also, let's not forget all that money I gave a few years back to help build Stanley Tucci High School. An odd way to spend money, I know, but I had just made a boatload from residual checks and man, I just couldn't spend that stuff fast enough. I made some mistakes, sure, but who hasn't? I mean, am I right? But one thing I will not do is apologize for my past, so you can just forget that.

So why not vote for me to run your town? To recap: I'm a fast learner, a great Italian-American character actor (and sometimes lead), and I still run up to 20 miles a week, working with a trainer on every odd day, which has been very beneficial as I near the big FIVE-OH (I'm 46 now, but everyone tells me I look 30). Also, think about it, my restaurant chain? It'd be huge. It's bring so much business to this town, I'm practically getting richer thinking about it. Seriously.

Thanks for your time. Or should I say, grazie for your time?

Local Man Sentenced to Hang
"They Were Just Faces!" Cries Offender

by Larry St. James, Our Town Staff

In what is to be the first public hanging in Chesterfield Ridge's rich history, Judge Burt Hendrick has sentenced local pediatrician Steven Hershwin to the gallows, one week from today, September 30th.

It all began yesterday afternoon, when Mr. Hershwin boarded a bus on his way to what he thought would be just another calm day at the office. Reports say that at some point during the bus ride, a local infant Thomas "Little Tommy" Winston began crying. It was at this point that Hershwin took matters into his own hands, going on what one witness called, a "face making bout of rage." At one o'clock yesterday afternoon Mr. Hershwin was arrested, by four o'clock, prosecuters had mounted their case against the husband and father of three. An hour later, the court proceedings were underway and by nightfall, the closing remarks had been made and a very solemn Hershwin was taken to his cell.

The entire horrific episode neared its end this morning when both sides reentered the court room for Judge Hendrick's sentence. At the prosecution's table was young Timmy Winston, the aforementioned infant and newly minted town hero; his mother, a visibly shaken Marsha Sayles-Winston, who continually dotted her eyes with a Kleenex throughout last night's proceedings; the boy's father, a very flustered looking Charles Winston; and family friend and lawyer Marshall Rhodes. Mr. Hershwin sat at the defense table in the same suit he wore last evening, wrinkled from what we can assume was a long night. Hershwin acted as his own defense, unable to get a lawyer on such short notice, and sat alone, his wife and three children nowhere in sight.

When Judge Hendrick and the twelve-man jury finally appeared this morning, the packed courthouse grew deadly silent, the air as tense as a suspension bridge cable. Hendrick began the proceedings eloquently, citing Mr. Hershwin to be "as offensive a character as I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on...a pitiful picture of despair and a loathsome infidel."

Each side was allowed final remarks in order to "add anything before sentencing...you know, vent, let out some steam, whatever." The prosecution then launched into what will no doubt go into the annals of legal history as one of the finest performances ever to grace a courtroom. When the sometimes angry, sometimes passionately sympathetic tirade came to a close, Judge Hendrick asked Mr. Hershwin if he had anything to say. Understandably, Hershwin looked downright sick, his skin sickly yellow and his eyes dark. Mr. Herswhin stood up with some effort before mumbling something about his wife. Then he collapsed into his chair.

Moments later Judge Hendrick asked both parties to stand for sentencing. With great effort this time, Herswhin attempted to stand before it became apparent that he would not be able to do so on his own. Two officers were called over to lift the greatly weakened Hershwin to his feet.

When the guilty verdict was announced, the Winston family burst into tears, hugging each other and their lawyer. Little Tommy, as he is known throughout the region appeared to have no understanding of what had just happened. Mr. Hershwin simply hung his head even lower.

Judge Hendrick cleared his throat and slammed his gavel to quiet the boistrous courtroom. This time when he spoke, his speech was careful and measured as though fighting back great emotion. He was also far more succinct than he had been earlier: "I can find no other punishment for this man within myself than to sentence him to death by hanging." With that the courtroom erupted and Hendrick stood up and walked out of the courtroom, clearly disgusted by the day's proceedings.

At this point Hershwin sprang to life and attempted to run from the officers holding him, but his weakened state left him in no shape to escape. He fell into the crowd as he leapt over the a banister and was then beaten severely by those who had just witnessed his fate announced.

The officers strong armed the handsome doctor and began dragging him by his arms and legs back into his prison cell. Mr. Hershwin began screaming incoherently, "It's all a mistake! It's a mistake!" He then began convulsing and making Goo-Goo faces before passing out.

Although the death sentence is illegal in the state, state legislators have made a special exemption for this case. A spokesman for the state said, "There are some instances where such horrors are made real, where the only thing we can do as lawmakers is hope to make an example of these offenders."

At a press conference immediately following the proceedings, the Winstons wore expressions that displayed exhaustion, horror and, ultimately, joy.

"To stand here and see everything work out the way it has...it's just too much," said Ms. Sayles Winston. "When this whole awful mess began, it was hard to imagine that it would ever end...the nightmare has gone on too long, but the monster will be slain, and peace will be restored."

When one reporter asked the Winstons what Little Tommy thought of it all, the child, as if on cue, let out a burp, and an infant giggle that warmed the hearts of everyone in the courthouse. Everyone, of course, except Mr. Steven Hershwin.


The hanging will be broadcast on OurTownRadio, AM 72.1. Coverage begins next Saturday at 8AM.


Masticating with Nancy Pierce

Super Autumnal Soups!
by Nancy Pierce, Our Town Food

The one thing the Albany Sex Expo brochure doesn't tell you is just how cold Albany can get, even in late summer! The entire week up in Albany was just wonderful, from the sex swing demo to my first Chinese meal. The people of Albany, while a little disturbed about the Sex Expo's presence, could not have been more wonderful.

Case in point: It is eleven in the morning last Wednesday and I've got a few hours to kill before the Sex Expo opens up for business for the day. So I'm wandering around downtown Albany, enjoying the sites when I smell something fantastic wafting through the brisk morning air. I follow my nose to the source, five miles down the road, to a little store with a little sign and an absolutely huge line wrapped around the corner. The sign said "Maria's Soup Shop" and, me being the soup fanatic that I am, I hop right in line behind a portly gentleman (later that day at the Sex Expo, or Sexpo, I would see the same portly man from the line trying out a new line of edible underwear).

Well the wait was long, but well worth it. When I finally made it inside, I was greeted with the warm aromas that can only come from a small kitchen. There was pea soup, lentil soup, a black bean chilli, and a butternut squash soup that, while slightly out of season, was absolutely divine.

After flashing my press credentials (who knew a Sexpo pass would work in a soup shop?), I was admitted into the kitchen and given a tour by Maria herself! Maria is a small woman whose apparent success has definitely not gone to her head. She talks with an upstate accent in a rapid fashion and seems to be the kind of person who does not need sleep to function. "I get here every morning at 5:30 and start making the soups with a few of my workers. You gotta let the soup cook long enough or it's no good. Then we open at 10:30 and get our bread delivery and all that, then we're open all afternoon until 5."

I asked Maria for some of her recipes, but she sure wouldn't budge, citing them as "family secrets." I tried everything to get her to crack, even going as far as to offer her one of my day passes for the Sexpo ("Diamond Lace and Turbo are going to be there tomorrow signing copies of their DVD" I offered. She responded: "Who?" She's as cool as her soups are piping hot!).

When I returned home, sore and aching from my week of exhausting sexual enlightenment, I decided that a nice bowl of soup would really hit the spot. Craving some of Maria's butternut squash soup, I settled on trying my hand at Maria's version.

After a quick trip to the supermarket and video store ("Katrina's Dungeon" was late...bummer!), I got to work. I started out roasting one large butternut squash until it was soft and had caramelized on the outside. Then I sauteed onion and garlic in olive oil before adding chicken stock. After a few moments, I added to roasted squash to the pot and pureed the whole shebang. I let it simmer on the stove for an hour or so until it had thickened slightly, seasoned it with salt, pepper and nutmeg (incidentally, the name of my favorite ethnic adult performer), and then eagerly spooned it up.

So, you're wondering, how was it?

Well Maria's soup contained no dairy as far as I could tell, but it had the buttery quality that you get from whole milk. It also had a barely discernable essence of vanilla and even rosemary. Now mine was certainly tasty, rich from the well-roasted squash, but I'll tell ya, it just wasn't the same. If only I had that recipe!

Maybe next time I should offer Maria some bondage gear!


Next week, Nancy reviews items from your grocer's freezer!

Photo of the Day for September 23, 2006!

Wildlife experts restrain an injured cheetah and bring it back to their lab for monitoring.

"I just hope the retinal fovea isn't damaged."

Weather or Not with Phil Stubbs, Retired Hula Dancer!

Forecast for September 23, 2006: Hydrogenated!


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