Archive for November, 2005

11/1/2005

What Makes Katherine Run?

It was a tough summer for Congresswoman Katherine Harris. Immediately after she announced that she was challenging Florida Democrat Bill Nelson for the U.S. Senate seat he’s held since 2000, it was widely reported that her own party leaders, Karl Rove and Elizabeth Dole among them, tried to dissuade her from running. Another spate of […]

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11/1/2005

Designing Mind

Design experience? In 1996, we sold our fashion and home furnishings business; now I design homes here and in Europe. Why Sarasota? My father was a doctor and bought a place on Siesta Key after he came here for a medical convention. Eventually my husband, Gigi, and I bought a place, too. We love the […]

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11/1/2005

Downtown’s Soap Opera

Once again, the parking garage dragon has raised its ugly head. For years, Sarasota city leaders have struggled with the need to provide additional parking in the downtown core, a need rendered more urgent by the recent surge in development around the Five Points area. Yet despite its decade-long failure to provide public parking in […]

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11/1/2005

Made in Sarasota

As a boy growing up in the gritty northeastern town of Middlesbrough, England, Ken Melber excelled at drawing and painting. He went to college to study art and art history, but his father took his newly minted art-graduate son, pointed to an advertisement in the newspaper for a teaching job, and insisted he apply for […]

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11/1/2005

November Events

Art Art Center Sarasota. Continuing through the month of November: Secrets of the Sea, a collaboration with Mote Marine in the Main Gallery, and Architects’ Art in the Front Gallery. 365-2032. Manatee Community College Fine Art Gallery. Continuing through Nov. 17: George M. Prout: An American Illustrator. 752-5252. Museum of Botany & Art. Continuing through […]

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11/1/2005

Read On

Out of all my childhood Christmases, three gifts stand out: the shiny blue Schwinn bike I saw under the tree at 3 a.m. and touched with tremulous awe; the big, brown-eyed doll I’d admired at Marshall Field’s but never dreamed could be mine; and Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. It didn’t thrill me the way […]

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