Sunday, October 2, 2016

WDT: TV 50 Star Creates Scholarship Fund

       TV 50 celebrity Alex Hazard has created a scholarship fund for those pursuing non traditional careers. It's funded by a weekly jam session at Maggies on the River and is administered through the NNY Community Foundation.

       Local artist Emily Jerome has painted the stage backdrop at Maggies.  Photo:Alex Hazard

WDT:Watertown Daily Times | Backdrop at Alex Hazard DreamChaser Stage unveiled


Anonymous said...

'Non traditional' = The pie-in-the-sky types. When you can't afford your dreams, let someone else pay for the education for it with that one-in-a-million chance of it paying off. At least a starving artist-type will be able to afford the top shelf Ramen noodles while they're in school.

Anonymous said...

Coming from the high school educated, at best, that is rich 1038...

Anonymous said...

Where did this character come from? He certainly is a good reason to ignore TV50. Speaking of local TV:

TV7 6 pm anchors---- ugh. Stale.

TV7 weather guy---for kicks, count the number of "ah's" in any weather segment. Also, "chimes in" and "checks in" in any weather segment. also, DOES HE NEED TO RWECITE EVERY TEMPERATURE on the local and national weather maps---time filler, at best.

Sports guys: their high/low delivery is a real channel-changer. Even Billy Fucillo would be a welcome change.

Newhouse broadcast journalism school should use TV7 as an example of of mediocrity. Bring back Jeff and Charlie Plumpton.

Anonymous said...

Does the TV7 manager not watch his station?
He should check in from time to then chime in with a total shakeup, starting with sports and weather.
Is there any other station that fills in their newscasts with bowling scores? OMG.

Anonymous said...

I'm sure the non-traditional types that tag the wall under the Convergys parking deck had the best non-traditional art education money could buy. How many of these local music guys can get by just on music gigs?
Invest in a day-job first, then pursue your dreams with what's left over instead of getting hand-outs from someone else.

Anonymous said...

a hazard for sure.
put him, the self-impressed sports guy, the weatherman and Billy in a cave, and seal the door.

Anonymous said...

Tompkins, Rich, Jeff, Plumpton, Burgess, Earl Kelly.

Does anyone remember Carolyn Neveldine's short stint on 7News. Makes Hazard look good!

Anonymous said...


I cut this poem from the Lowville newspaper many years ago, but filed it away in my boxes of stuff to never throw away. It just came to the top the other day, and I thought I would share it with the new generation of snowmobilers.


A story is told of a traveler bold

In the days of the Hartford coach

In a big blanket rolled, for the weather was cold
Here he went just as snug as a roach
But the snow gathers deep as Northward they creep
And the snow rising higher he saw
And the driver, he cried to the man by his side,
“We shall soon get a Black River Thaw.”

Then the man in the coach, lying snug as a roach,
Gently smiled, like an infant at sleep;
But the horses’ slow gait never told him his fate,
In the snow drifts so wide and so deep,
At last came a shout and they tumbled him out,
And a sleigh was his fate then he saw;
But a man with a sigh, pointed up to the sky,
Saying, “Here comes a Black River Thaw.”

“Let it come,” said our man, “just as quick as it can,
“For I never was fond of the snow;
“Let it melt from the hills, let it run down the rills,
“Then back to our coach we may go.”
But the wind raised its song, and the snow sailed along,
And the cold it was piercing and raw,
And the man in the rug, from his covering snug,
Wished and prayed for the Black River Thaw.

When the sleigh, with its load, reached the old Boonville road,
Where the drifts reared themselves mountain high,
Alder Creek on the right, buried deep out of sight,
Left a white desert plain ‘neath the sky.
Not a fence or a tree could the traveler see,
As he cowered close down in the straw,
And the driver, he sighed, as the prospects he eyed,
“By George! Here’s a Black River Thaw.”

While he spoke, lo! The team disappeared with a scream,
And the drift quickly closed overhead;
While they wildly look back, lo! The snow hides the track, And is drifting high over the sled,
Then the traveler bold, though decrepit and old,
Hurled that driver down in the straw,
Crying out, “Driver speak, ere my vengeance I wreak,
“What d’ye mean by a Black River Thaw?”

Then, the old gossips say, he arose in the sleigh,
And extended his hand o’er the scene,
And he laughed and he shrieked, and the sleigh groaned and creaked,
And he said, “I will tell what I mean;
When the North wind doth blow, and there’s five feet of snow, And the ice devils nibble and gnaw,
When snow fills your eyes and the drifts quickly rise,
This is known as a Black River Thaw.”

Then the trav’ler arose, and he smote him with blows,
And they sank in a deadly embrace;
And none knew the spot, till the June sun was hot,
And a hunter, by chance, found the place.
Here they made them a grave, where the storms loudly rave, And this epitaph lately I saw,
“Two men lie beneath and they come to their death,
Frozen stiff in a Black River Thaw.”

Anonymous said...

Great poem. There's a lot of North Country lore out there!

Anonymous said...

Channel 7 is surely an institution badly in need of an update. Just curious---what does their News Director do?Tell the 6:00 anchors to stare, yuk it up with phony laughs. Today's news, yesterday's news and tomorrow's news segments are mirror images of each other in production value. No creativity. No originality. No production---just more of the same every day. day after day. sports guy's ads? Lordy, his effort at trying to be entertaining AND FUNNY is truly sad. THEY MUST GIVE AWAY THOSE SPOTS---C'MON, NO ADVERTISER WOULD PAY FOR THEM? Watch 7 and then switch to Syracuse TV news----no comparison! The weather segment is a great example. The sports----Niko in Syracuse is energetic, creative and fun to watch. Can't say that about the Arcade Street oldtimers. Don't we deserve better?

Anonymous said...

no reply from Atkinson.