After little more than a year at the helm of the Lucille Ball-Desi Arnaz Center, Corie Curtis, a Falconer native, has stepped down from the post.The center's board of directors announced the change in a news release Wednesday.
Thomas P. Benson, board president, said the center has undergone an internal restructuring and cross-training of staff, daily operations are running efficiently and the center's recent and upcoming activities are evidence of its vision to create a comedy movement in the area.
"The center has made significant progress the past year," Benson said, "and that progress includes a renewed commitment to our purpose of promoting and developing comedy."
Ms. Curtis holds a degree in advertising and communications from Johnson & Wales University in Providence, R.I. For three years until 2008, she served as the volunteer executive director of the Feed Their Dreams Children's Foundations. She has also worked as a member of the Council for the Advancement & Support of Education and, in 2004, served as the fundraising consultant for the Rhode Island Hospitality & Tourism Association's capital campaign.
"My time at Lucy-Desi has been an unforgettable experience and I am grateful to have had the opportunity to work with and for such capable and kind people. Professionally, my departure from this amazing career was a very difficult decision, but my heart is leading me on to an entirely new adventure," Ms. Curtis said.
Ms. Curtis' departure is the latest in a turbulent couple of years for the center since the departure of Ric Wyman in September 2008. The center was forced to close its gift shop, a building on North Main Street that is now up for sale, and consolidate operations into two other buildings on West Third Street. Hours at the Desilu Playhouse and museum were reduced and several employees were laid off as part of the board's efforts to trim expenses and keep the center afloat.
Lucie Arnaz-Luckinbill, daughter of Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz, said the center is still going strong and wished Ms. Curtis well in her future endeavors.
"Corie has been a godsend and the center has never been stronger,'' Ms. Arnaz-Luckinbill said. "We hate to see her go follow other dreams and even tried locking her in her office. But we were finally convinced even the best of our leaders deserve to explore the possibility of true love! My brother Desi and I wish her only the best and look forward to the new ideas and renewed energy that change always brings."
If you love Lucy, this one-woman show is for you.
Well, It's been quite some time since the last time I wrote anything in here. Mainly because I forgot the password (what do ya expect since June, 05?) and couldn't sign in without that link to a Google Account. Everything these days seems to be linked to a Google Account?? What's THAT all about?
I guess I'm now tied up with the latest craze called "FaceBook". Everybody seems to be on FaceBook. It's a great way to catch up with all the old friends and people you knew way back when and can now catch up with. I met this kid way back in 1986 while I was on tour with a bus & truck tour of GYPSY. He was one of the local kids placed in our show in the Uncle Jocko segment in the beginning. Well a few years later, he came to visit me in NY. Well, to make a long story short, I just found him on Facebook and we'll catch up. Of course, he's all grown up now.
They're watching the trees and the butterflys and the bugs flying and the grasshoppers hopping into the pool when they should be in the grass. They're watching the ants crawling up the side of the house next door and the postman walking down the street delivering mail. And they're watching the kids playing basketball on the playground across the street and all the other kitties playing in the back yard. They're watching the trees shake in the wind and the birds flying about. They're smelling the cool, fresh breeze coming off the lake in the distance. They're watching the boats pull up to the dock. If they're not watching these things, what else could they be staring at?
...and the driver was comming awful close. So I turned to give him a dirty look, and no one was driving. So I looked back at our car and it was GONE!!! Well, it passed me at the bottom of the hill and I didn't know what to do so I stopped. And the pontiac kept on goin up the hill and it didn't quite make it to the top... It didn't...? ...Not much it didn't!!! Fact, it started rolling backwards and CRASHED!! right into me.
Look if Fred comes back, you tell him that the man came for the Cadilac and that Ricky has the Pontiac downtown. If the man comes for the Cadilac, you tell him that Fred has it out for one last farewell spin. If Ricky comes home, you tell him the man came for the Cadilac and Fred took the Pontiac downtown to have it washed. Okay?
A few years ago I received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of this bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. I tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by constantly saying polite words, playing soft music, and anything I could think of to set a good example. Nothing worked. Finally, I got fed up and yelled at the parrot. And, the bird yelled back. I shook the parrot, and the bird got angrier and ruder. Finally, in a moment of desperation, I put the bird in the refrigerator freezer. For a few minutes, I heard the bird squawk and kick and scream ... then suddenly there was quiet. Not a peep for over a minute. Fearing that I'd hurt the bird, I quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto my outstretched arm and said, "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I am truly sorry, and I will do everything to correct my poor behavior." I was astonished at the bird's change of attitude. As I was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird continued, "May I ask what the chicken did?"
You know, on the night of the full moon, the high Priest goes to a jungle clearing, and sings a song of love. And then follows the cortship dance in which the bride-groom tries to impress his bride to be with his fercness and stregnth. So now, lets pretend that this is a jungle clearing, there is a full moon, and the high Priest is singing his song.
By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
Dear Lucy,
A bereaved woman goes into a funeral home to make arrangements for her husband's funeral. She tells the director that she wants her husband to be buried in a dark blue suit. He asks, "Wouldn't it just be easier to bury him in the black suit that he's wearing?"
Well, its when you want someone to do something but you don't want them to know that you want them to do that particular something so you make up something else, then they think they're just doing that something else but in reality they're doing the something that you want them to do but don't want them to know that you want them to do it.
Do the dishes. Take off your shoes. Eat your vegetables. Leave your brother alone. Say please. Say thank you. Just wait till your father comes home. Mind your manners. Mind your mother. Tuck in your shirt. Because I am your mother. Don't sass me, mister. Don't chew with your mouth open. Shape up. Wipe that smile off your face. Where do you think you are going? Don't pick at it. I love you. You're driving me crazy. There is no such thing as the bogeyman. What are you doing in there? Get your finger out of your nose. The kitchen is closed. You can look but don't touch. Scrub the toilet. Pick up your room. Dinner is ready. Don't lie to me. Don't play rough. Don't be naughty. Feed the dog. I am not your maid. Listen to me. Smoking is bad for you. Don't tease the cat. Don't you dare. This hurts me more than it hurts you. I'll give you something to cry about. Ask your father. Be nice. You are full of the devil. You deserve a spanking. Get out of there this instant! Drink your milk. You'll poke your eye out. You have to go to church. Go to sleep. Stop it. You're just like your father. I don't care who started it. I don't care if everybody is doing it. I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap. You look just like your father. Put away your toys. Shape up or ship out. You're giving me a headache. Change your underwear. Don't make me come in there. Don't hurt yourself. Grow up.