Member Paul Barnard thanked shoreliners that regularly clean Village lakes. The magazine is mailed to homes and businesses throughout the 71909 zip code.Ĭarpenter said he and Ladehoff worked on the Village cleanup on Lake DeSoto, along with kayakers, on Earth Day, April 20. Johnson, and thanked the HS Village Voice for its feature on Cedar Creek Trail in the June HSV Life magazine. “Thank you for your years of dedication,” he told Hartman.Ĭarpenter also recognized new member B.B. Kim Botkin was elected vice chair and Kathy Swanson will be secretary.Ĭarpenter thanked outgoing volunteer Pam Hartman for her long service. Wiley praised volunteers for their work on new trail signs.īoard liaison Bob McLeod oversaw the election. The recent paddle sports swap meet went well despite the weather, she said. “It’s been a pleasure working with everybody, and thank you very much,” Ladehoff said. Wiley thanked her for her service to the Village. Wiley said improved maps have been placed online – no more maps will be printed when the remaining supply runs out.īotkin had an 8-inch-by-10-inch map, and staff provided some of the remaining larger maps.Īlso, Ladehoff has accepted a job in Hot Springs and will be leaving the POA. ![]() Guests and trail users will have access to maps via internet in the Village’s hills and dales. In member comments, Kim Botkin said the HSV Area Chamber of Commerce had requested larger trail maps for visitors. “We are addressing safety issues first,” Wiley says. It may take four weeks to repair trail damage. “We really want people visiting to get a good first impression.” “Fountains at the West Gate are down, minigolf remains under construction, we’re working on basketball goals, but we're on it. “We have a lot of work to do on trails,” outdoor recreation manager Ginger Ladehoff said.ĭepartment director Terry Wiley said staff will be prepared for the Memorial Day weekend. HSV Property Owners' Association Parks and Recreation Department staff told the POA Trails Committee last Tuesday that the department will be working hard. Rains created the need for repairs to HSV trails, and led to cancellation of last Saturday’s Dam to Dam Hike. For over a dozen years, from 1977 to 1989, on the back pages of downtown New York’s former preeminent local crier, The (Village) Voice, was a picture window.Heavy rain the week of May 11 left much damage to Hot Springs Village trails. An oddity by most any standards today- already then more an atavistic throwback to the underground press of yore- its curious fit within t he low-end commercialized zone of this once radical weekly seemed with each passing year ever-more like some out of time eccentricity, a past whimsy that by the grace of its wit somehow continued to survive on amidst pop culture’s pernicious progress. ![]() Thinking back on it now, Walter Gurbo’s Drawing Room was not just a weird hole punched into the wall of babble, but something of lost strand connecting the impoverished means and grand illusions of New York City at its late Seventies economic nadir and creative apogee to the rising bottom lines. Escalating costs and rising expectations that have only grown exponentially since then. ![]() ![]() So playful, theSe drawings never grew up, got tired or sold out. Nothing can surprise New Yorkers it’s true, but that’s a good part of why they make a perfect audience for the absurdities that made the Drawing Room such a comfortably familiar fixture among all the other cropped views and mini-dramas glimpsed like prurient snatches in the tenements, towering offices, migratory street corner socials and (of course) subways of Gotham. In a maze of walls, canyons that make anything above gutter level seem like big sky country and a compartmentalized nexus of endless boxes, you get used to looking through windows. I’m not sure we could have ever really understood or collectively shared Gurbo’s vision if it were not inherently blinkered. It’s not a picture unless it has a frame, and it’s not a view unless that frame is a window. More than thirty years since they were first dreamt the drawings remain here, hut the room is gone. That sort of space can hardly exist when neither the premium of real estate in the media nor the city can afford such follies. Also lost is this peculiar kind of disjointed view, now all but obliterated by the new tide of luxury high rises. But to remind ourselves that we are still a tribe of urban eavesdroppers, it’s only when you listen rather than look at these pictures- perhaps hard to do as they remained staunchly wordless in their slapstick pantomimed anarchy- that the artist’s voice sounds oddly familiar.
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