North Adams to Consider Adding Liquor License

V&V in the city's downtown is asking for special legislation for an all-alcohol license. The store currently offers beer and wine, as well as a deli.

NORTH ADAMS, Mass. — Some city officials are concerned that adding a fifth all-liquor license will water down existing business.

And some are wondering just how many liquor stores the city really needs.

The state says North Adams already has one more than allowed under regulations that assign licenses per 5,000 residents.

But V&V, Steeple City Liquors, is hoping to add harder alcohol to its large selection of beers and wines.

The City Council on Tuesday night referred the matter to the Public Safety Committee after a "conflicted" Mayor Richard Alcombright asked for permission to submit a home-rule petition to the Legislature for a fifth license.

The License Commission last month voted 2-1 against recommending the petition, the mayor said, but he was bringing forth the proposal at the request of Steeple City Plaza owner Neil Ellis.

The store opened last fall in the former Staples space and is being operated by Louis Matney Jr.

Alcombright was concerned the petition could set a precedent, but noted Ellis had made significant investment in the city's downtown.

Councilor Jennifer Breen said she wholeheartedly supported the petition.

"I feel strongly pro business right now," she said. "I feel like we should give this new business a chance to thrive in North Adams.  

"I don't think an extra liquor license is a detriment to the community."

On the opposite side was Councilor Wayne Wilkinson.

"I am dead set against another liquor license," he said. "The law is the law."

Adding another license would have a detrimental effect on existing businesses, said Wilkinson.

David Whitney of Whitney's Beverage Shop said his family's business has "served the needs of this area for 76 years."

Amphibious Toads Procreate in Perplexing Amplexus

By Tor HanseniBerkshires columnist
08:09PM / Sunday, May 05, 2024

 

Toads lay their eggs in the spring along the edges of waterways. Photos by Tor Hansen.

My first impressions of toads came about when my father Len Hansen rented a seaside house high on a sand dune in North Truro, Cape Cod back in 1954. 

 

With Cape Cod Bay stretching out to the west, and Twinefield so abundant in wildflowers to the east, North Truro became a naturalist's dream, where I could search for sea shells at the seashore, or chase beetles and butterflies with my trusty green butterfly net. 

 

Twinefield was a treasure trove for wildlife — a vast glacial rolling sandplain shaped by successive glaciers, its sandy soil rich in silicon, thus able to stimulate growth for a diverse biota. A place where in successive years I would expand my insect collection to fill cigar boxes with every order of insects abounding in beach plum, ox-eye daisy and milkweed. During our brief summer vacation there, we boys would exclaim in our excitement, "Oh here is another hoppy toad," one of many Fowler's toads (Bufo woodhousei fowleri ) that inhabited the moist surroundings, at home in the Ammophyla beach grass, thickets of beach plum, bayberry, and black cherry bushes. 

 

They sparkled in rich colors of green amber on beige and reddish tinted warts. Most anurans have those glistening eyes, gold on black irises so beguiling around the dark pupils. Today I reflect on a favorite analogy, the riveting eye suggests a solar eclipse in pictorial aura.

 

In the distinct toad majority in the Outer Cape, Fowler's toads turned up in the most unusual of places. When we Hansens first moved in to rent Riding Lights, we would wash the sand and salt from our feet in the outdoor shower where toads would be drinking and basking in the moisture near my feet. As dusk fades into darkness, the happy surprise would gather under the night lights where moths were fluttering about the front door and the toads would snatch bugs with outstretched tongue.

 

In later years, mother Eleanor added much needed color and variety to Grace's original garden. Our smallest and perhaps most acrobatic butterflies are the skippers, flitting and somersaulting to alight and drink heartily the nectar abounding at yellow sickle-leaved coreopsis and succulent pink live forever sedums of autumn. These hearty late bloomers signaled oases for many fall migrants including painted ladies, red admirals and of course monarchs on there odyssey to over-winter in Mexico. 

 

Our newly found next-door neighbors, the Bergmarks, added a lot to share our zeal for this undiscovered country, and while still in our teens, Billy Atwood, who today is a nuclear physicist in California, suggested we should include the Baltimore checkerspot in our survey, as he too had a keen interest in insects. Still unfamiliar to me then, in later years I would come across a thriving colony in Twinefield, that yielded a rare phenotype checkerspot (Euphydryas phaeton p. superba) that I wrote about featured in The Cape Naturalist ( Museum of Natural History, Brewster Cape Cod 1991).