FREE “MVP” HAIRCUTS AT SPORTS CLIPS IN SANTEE; STORE CELEBRATES GRAND OPENING JAN 24-25: DONATE $5 TO SANTEE BOYS & GIRLS CLUB AND GET A HAIRCUT FREE
January 19, 2009 (Santee) — Sport Clips, providers of “championship haircuts” for men and boys in a sports-themed environment, announced today a Cut-A-Thon at their new Santee-area store to benefit the local Boys & Girls Club. Customers that donate $5 to the organization on either Saturday, January 24 from 9 to 6 p.m. or Sunday, January 25 from 10 to 5 p.m. will receive a free “MVP” haircut. “We’re ecstatic that Sport Clips selected our organization to help raise much-needed funds,” said Lesa Mitchell, Director of Development for the Boys & Girls Clubs of East County. “It’s admirable that a new company in the community is already making a noticeable impact to help support our programs.” Sport Clips offers a variety of “line up” options, but their MVP haircut is the top of the line service which includes a precision haircut, relaxing shampoo with an invigorating scalp massage, steamed towel and leave-in conditioner as well as a neck and shoulder massage. Customers can also watch sports while getting their hair cut. “The Boys & Girls Club is an extraordinary organization that provides recreational, cultural and physical education programs for children,”explained Terry Klinker, owner of Santee Sport Clips. “The money raised will help with a lot of the expenses they endure that membership costs don’t cover. Not only are we able to help provide them with resources that will allow them to continue to be a high caliber organization, but this is a great opportunity for Sport Clips to give back and to celebrate the grand opening of our new location.” Sport Clips is the official haircutter of the Veterans of Foreign Wars as well as several NBA and NHL teams. The Santee Sport Clips is located at 9349 Mission Gorge Road (The Marketplace at Santee by the new Henry’s) Santee, Calif. 92071. Founded in 1995 by franchise veteran Gordon Logan and headquartered in Georgetown, Texas, Sport Clips, Inc., is a sports-themed haircare franchise for men and boys with more than 600 stores in more than 35 states. For additional information contact Ron Chamberlain at ron.chamberlain@sportclips.com, go to www.SportClips.com or call 760.846.2352. The only online media outlet specializing in comprehensive news, views and events for San Diego’s eastern region, encompassing all communities east of I-15
Editorial: ELECTION REFLECTION
By Mary Handfelt January 19, 2009 (Lakeside) — The election that wouldn’t end is over; all the parties have cranked down their intensity level notch by notch. The victors have quietly settled into a new kind of peace, as if committed to demonstrating in hyperbole the open minds and hearts that they promised would be – the harmony that comes from choosing peace not war, or even bipartisan sparring. There’s a touch of self-satisfaction, too, perhaps, but a whole lot of embracing of those who did not win and are having adjustment issues. In the midst of this season of our content, millions have trekked to our Mecca of the Western World, where Washington greets Lincoln, and Jefferson joins the party and everyone is “at the mall.” I implore my teenage children to remember every detail so that they can tell their grandchildren about this. They look at me for a fraction of a moment and go back to their texting. I wonder if they “get” what’s so momentous, besides this being the biggest gosh darn party this planet earth has ever seen. Truth is, it’s even hard for me to keep my mind stretched around all the important stuff rolled into this ball of history. The TV is pumping patriotism like it rarely has before with the exceptions of 9/11 and JFK’s funeral. The newspaper gives a rundown of all the official balls, the unofficial balls and their respective attire. (Did you know that Texas Black Tie means waist up you wear a tux and waist down its pressed jeans with cowboy boots?) We’re celebrating something, all right. Last night I had my own dance with history at an inauguration bash right here in my Scripps Ranch neighborhood. For a few moments, that ball of stuff was center stage, every facet gleaming. I’ve lived across the street from Pete and Dianne for 16 years. The first thing I noticed upon meeting them is that Pete is black, Dianne is white. I have never noticed that since. Rather they are our “hip” neighbors who keep acting young while the rest of us age. Last night, they opened their beautiful home to friends and neighbors, friends of friends and neighbors, and complete strangers who found their invitation on the Move-on website. Sitting in their lovely garden surrounded by lush bushes and flowering trees it was impossible for me to comprehend that 5 years ago we had been sifting through the ashes of their home after the Cedar Fire. They had lost everything, including the car in the garage. From that tragedy they had moved quickly to the work of rebuilding the exact same house, because they loved it, and because it was all they needed. And now it was full of people they didn’t know but whom they treated like family because, the truth is, we are. Then Pete picked up his harmonica and later his trombone, and with his band he poured the Blues all over us. A few weeks ago, he had talked to me about his music. His working life started with 10 years in the Navy as an electronic technician and thereafter had always been electrical engineer gigs for big companies, technology companies, and defense contractors. But his passion was his music. In recent years he had taken a series of music theory classes through Berklee College of Music in Boston, and was wrestling with whether he should take on their Masters certificate program in music theory, harmony and ear training. To listen to him play, in complete command of his band, fashioning his sound and showering us with it, you knew it was the most black and white decision he could ever make. And there we are. Black and White. Opposites. Exclusive of one another. I think of how much richer our lives are about to become because, with this President, we will not separate them anymore. I tell my kids about riding the bus to the city with my friends when I was their age, sitting at the front of the bus while all the Negroes sat in the back. I describe going with my mother to her hairdressing school, taking the elevator past the “Negro” floor on the way to the “Whites” floor. We are the last generation who will remember living in a world where everything was black and white. Now black and white are blended together and our world is anything but gray. That idea scares some people. I know that will change once they hear the music. The opinions in this editorial are the views of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of East County Magazine. If you wish to submit an editorial, please contact editor@eastcountymagazine.org.