THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1996, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: Sunday, June 9, 1996 TAG: 9606070187
SECTION: VIRGINIA BEACH BEACON PAGE: 03 EDITION: FINAL
LENGTH: 144 lines
Wednesday, May 29
1:20 p.m. - A Windsor Woods residence.
A woman answers the phone, ``Hello?''
The caller expects to hear a man's voice and the name of a jewelry repair business.
``Is the gentleman there?'' she asks.
``Yes,'' the woman answers. ``Who's calling?''
The caller gives her name and is quizzed on the nature of the call.
``Well, he has had my sterling silver necklace for two months and that's altogether too long,'' the caller says.
``Hold on,'' says the woman on the other end.
Caller to man: ``You've had my necklace for more than two months. That's a bit ridiculous, don't you think? I got your call saying you were waiting for a shipment of sterling loops, but that was three weeks ago. What's the problem?''
``Do you know who you've got?'' the somewhat agitated gentleman asks. ``No, who?'' the caller replies.
``Well, who do you think you have?'' he asks.
The caller responds with the name of a jewelry business.
``Well, you don't. This is a residence.''
``Sorry,'' says the caller, hanging up.
- Carole O'Keeffe
Thursday, May 30
3 p.m. - Kmart at Chimney Hill.
T he shopper looks for a dressy watch at a price he can afford and spots one that fits the bill.
A sign promoting the piece says, ``Never needs a battery.''
``How does it work without a battery?'' the customer asks.
``You wind it,'' the clerk answers.
- Carole O'Keeffe
Friday, May 31
5:05 p.m. - Food Lion on Salem Road.
A weary-looking woman in business clothes is pushing a cart - and her lively daughter - down the junk food aisle. The girl, who appears to be about 5, keeps pointing to different bags of potato chips, tortilla chips, cheese puffs and pretzels as she rides by.
``Can I have that?'' she asks repeatedly, ignoring the motherly head shakes. ``Puh-lease?''
``No, you can't have those,'' the mom keeps saying.
In desperation, the girl uses her trump card.
``Daddy lets me get whatever I want,'' she says triumphantly. ``He buys me all that stuff when we come here.''
The mom lets out a hollow laugh.
``Well, that's going to stop,'' she replies. ``Mommy doesn't play that game.''
- Pam Starr
Saturday, June 1
2 p.m. - Virginia Beach General Hospital.
Dr. Steven Warsof is watching dozens of toddlers and babies play together at the hospital's second biannual Neonatal Intensive Care Unit reunion. He tells a visitor that the smallest baby born at the hospital - to survive - was born just recently. The girl weighed 479 grams, or justl more than 1 pound.
``The pregnancy went 28 1/2 weeks with a severely growth-delayed baby,'' says Warsof, a perinatologist and director of the Tidewater Perinatal Center. But this woman's first two babies each weighed more than 8 pounds.
``You never can tell who would have trouble if not for advancements in perinatal medicine,'' he said.
- Pam Starr
8:15 p.m. - Bellamy Plantation West.
A couple exiting their car pause on the front steps of their home, ears turned toward the east. Yep, there it is again, the faint but definite sound of the crowd cheering at the new Virginia Beach Amphitheater a few miles down Princess Anne Road.
The crowd noise drops, replaced by the equally faint first notes of the next song from the Crosby, Stills and Nash concert. Each passing car and even chirping bird make it hard to hear, but then comes the unmistakable chorus of an old Byrds hit.
`` `Turn, Turn, Turn,' '' the husband says to his wife, and they enter their house, the impromptu game of ``Name That Tune'' finished for the night.
- Matthew Bowers
8:30 p.m. - 24th Street Park.
A food vendor is busy dishing out her specialty on the sidelines as the Jerry Presley Revue performs on stage at the Viva Elvis festival.
Oddly, she appears to be covered with cobwebs. Flimsy wisps are clinging to her cheeks, nose and eyebrows. They're hanging from her ears and are stuck to her hair, hat, collar, arms, shoulders.
Pink cobwebs.
The woman is manning the very popular cotton candy concession this breezy evening, and as she determinedly swirls the sticky rose-colored spun sugar into balls, the wind blows stray tufts straight into her face.
- Melinda Forbes
9:30 p.m. - 24th Street Park.
As yet another Elvis impersonator winds up his show and walks off stage during this weekend tribute to The King, the fans applaud, whistle and shout, obviously hoping for an encore.
But the stage remains empty and from the public address system comes this message: ``Elvis has left the building.''
- Melinda Forbes
Monday, June 3
4 p.m. - Parking lot at Center for Effective Learning, Witchduck Road.
A bumper sticker - a rear window sticker, actually - conveys the driver's philosophy succinctly: Annoy a Liberal: Work Hard and Be Happy.
- Gary Edwards
Tuesday, June 4
Noon - Bonney Road near Independence Boulevard.
The bumper sticker on a pick-up reads: Join the Army. Travel to Exotic, Faraway Places, Meet New, Interesting People and Kill Them.
- Gary Edwards
Wednesday, June 5
7 p.m. - North End.
A father is helping his son learn to ride a bicycle. The little boy gets a start from dad and off he goes, pedaling hard. He wobbles all over the feeder road before heading straight for the median strip.
``Brakes! Brakes!'' Dad hollers.
No brakes are applied, but an oleander bush serves the purpose just as well.
It's back to the middle of the road, and Dad starts the little boy off again. This time, he careens over into a yard.
``Brakes! Brakes!'' Dad yells again.
No brakes this time either, but a rise in the landscaping brings boy and bike to an effective halt.
Back to the middle of the road and one more start. This time, the youngster heads for a stop sign. Dad's hollering again: ``Brakes! Brakes!''
With the stop sign pole looming close, the little boy catches on. Down goes his foot and on go the brakes for a nice, noisy skid.
Dad claps his hands and cheers.
- Mary Reid Barrow ILLUSTRATION: World War II complex leveled
Staff photo by DAVID B. HOLLINGSWORTH
An excavating machine last week began tearing down the remaining 48
units of Ocean Lake Apartments in the 600 block of Atlantic Avenue
to make room for a Florida-style condominium development. The frame
units were erected during the 1940s to house World War II era
military personnel and later were sold to E.J. McCallum of Virginia
Beach, whose family continued to operate the 3.5-acre property as an
apartment complex until a year ago. by CNB