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Irene delivers glancing blow to RI

PROVIDENCE –– Hurricane Irene sashayed past Rhode Island on Sunday, inflicting less damage than feared, but clubbing the rest of New England with furious wind and rain.

Millions had monitored Irene warily from day to day as it moseyed up the Eastern Seaboard. The huge storm surrendered its status as a full-fledged hurricane and took on tropical-storm trappings as the eye drove ashore at New York’s Coney Island, farther west than had been predicted for days.

Nevertheless, around 40 percent of Rhode Islanders lost power as wind gusts of hurricane strength levered trees out of the ground and hurled some of their branches javelin-like into an unholy embrace with utility lines.

Heavy rain struck central and western Massachusetts, the Associated Press said. The town of Burlington, Conn., appeared to have taken the most, with 7.45 inches. Rainfall in Rhode Island proved a patchwork affair.

Timothy F. Horan, president of National Grid for Rhode Island and New Hampshire, said 20 electricity substations — a third of Rhode Island’s total — fell victim to flying debris. A particular problem, he said, was the Newport feeder line, hit in 10 places. All of Aquidneck Island lost power at one point.

Horan said utility workers had to wait until Monday morning to tackle the problem, because it was too dangerous for them to seek out live wires in the dark. He said the hundreds of knocked-out traffic lights would be a priority.

In Foster, all four lanes of Route 6 were sealed for about two miles around 11 a.m. when a large tree pitched across the highway and dragged down several utility poles.

“I have no idea how long it’s going to be” before repairs can be made safely and the highway is reopened, said Police Chief Robert E. Coyne Jr.

Route 6 from Connecticut to Providence is an important secondary highway and a well-used commuter route.

Wild Seafood Weekend Becoming an Oregon Coast Favorite ...

08/25/2011

(Newport, Oregon) – It’s turning into an Oregon coast version of Iron Chef – with a hefty side of seafood.

In a bay setting, filled with coastal breezes and the bustling fishing boat activity of Yaquina Bay, the Newport Wild Seafood Weekend takes place in Newport on September 10 and 11. This multifaceted culinary event is a two-day celebration of the Northwest’s vital wild-caught seafood industry and the fishermen and families who go to sea to harvest it.

One of the highlights is the famous Newport Wild Seafood Cook-Off, now in its fourth year, which features twenty culinary teams competing for cash prizes.

All events take place at Port Dock 7 of the Port of Newport and along the Boardwalk on Newport’s Historic Bayfront. Port Dock 7 is located at 600 SE Bay Blvd. – East end of Newport’s Historic Bayfront.

The greater festival is free to the public, except for the Newport Wild Seafood Cook-Off and the Sunday brunch which benefits the Newport Fishermen’s Wives Family Relief Funds and Yaquina Bay Yacht Club, respectively..

On Saturday, starting at 9 a.m., there’s the Wild Things from Wild Vendors! A large array of vendors selling wild gifts, art, food, drink and more.

Starting at 10 a.m. will be the Wild Seafood Market, where the public can buy fresh wild seafood direct from the fishermen.

The Wild Dock Walk is a feature where the public can learn up close about the various types of commercial fishing vessels, how they catch their product and safety equipment that is used to help maintain fishermen and vessel safety. It happens at 11 a.m., at noon, at 2 p.m. and 3 p.m. Meet at the Wild Seafood Interpretive Center at Port Dock 7

At 2 p.m. Marine Discovery Tours presents Wild Harbor Tours. The company’s ship will take you around the bay with special insights into the life of Newport’s commercial fishing industry. 800-903-BOAT. $10 – Profits benefit Newport Fishermen’s Wives.

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