tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641891692592962342024-03-14T14:42:13.703-07:00gonzoprGonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.comBlogger483125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-203156466480235862024-03-13T10:15:00.000-07:002024-03-14T07:49:26.612-07:00The Boss Abides<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwz0MTwJx5EdIQnzG0BEZjh6zESfbXG0dJlbshu4DAXuuxMgG1aqWXnErZ3PITHYuBeSBzsrwim4sgxiCHg_uEN27mIj7-Z5t9Ue2nd-C_mUyshSBDw6q8NXkEX8GYtcz-awYJDXchaq0AuD9BB5mfbWroGDXMv2fNnYyItWPpfBld-wUOUDVnPpPaqs-e/s362/The%20Boss.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="362" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwz0MTwJx5EdIQnzG0BEZjh6zESfbXG0dJlbshu4DAXuuxMgG1aqWXnErZ3PITHYuBeSBzsrwim4sgxiCHg_uEN27mIj7-Z5t9Ue2nd-C_mUyshSBDw6q8NXkEX8GYtcz-awYJDXchaq0AuD9BB5mfbWroGDXMv2fNnYyItWPpfBld-wUOUDVnPpPaqs-e/w396-h299/The%20Boss.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">For three decades, I had the honor and privilege to share an office in the University of Oregon School of Journalism and Communication with the best, brightest and most talented professionals in the fields of journalism, advertising, public relations and media studies. Of that group of non-tenure track instructors, some considered Pete Peterson as our resident mensch. We called him: "The Boss."</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>Pete, who for many years coordinated the Charles Snowden Media Internship Program for the UO School of Journalism and Communication, passed away </span><span style="color: #303030; letter-spacing: 0.1pt;">on December 3, 2023, of acute myeloid leukemia, a fast-growing cancer that was diagnosed only in November 2023. I first met Pete in 2006 when he was hired by the UO School of Journalism and Communication. We would come to share an office for more than 12 years.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ralph (Pete) Peterson was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan on October 3, 1944, the fourth of five children to Evelyn M. Trepanier and Ralph G. Peterson. After graduation from Ann Arbor Pioneer High School, Pete attended Eastern Michigan University with the intention of becoming a high school English teacher. In 1966, he earned a BA in English and, as an ROTC graduate, a commission as second lieutenant in the U.S. Army.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pete traveled to Oregon in 1968 to be near his high school sweetheart and enrolled at the University of Oregon, earning a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. Pete and his sweetheart, Chilton, married before he left for Vietnam in 1969 to serve as a Medical Service Officer in the 4th Medical Battalion. Following his honorable discharge in 1971, Pete joined the Vietnam Veterans Against the War (VVAW).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The newlyweds returned to Oregon from California in 1971, when he accepted a teaching position at Lane Community College, initially in speech and communication and later in journalism. The following year, Pete earned a second master's degree in journalism from the UO. At LCC, Pete developed a penchant for teaching media law. He loved teaching and serving as advisor to the student newspaper, The Torch.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">After 32 years, Pete retired from LCC. But it wasn't long before he missed the student contact and accepted a position in 2006 coordinating the Charles Snowden Media Internship program at the UO School of Journalism and Communication before retiring a second time in 2014. Pete, a man of many talents, continued to pursue his passions as a writer and thespian, and participated in church choirs and the Eugene Concert Choir.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">For over a decade, Pete and I shared an office with about a half-dozen j-school instructors in the UO SOJC. Dubbed "The Biullpen," our office was a lively, action-packed venue, with students coming and going at all times of the day. Because of Pete's seniority compared to the rest of us, we designated Pete as "The Boss." He loved it. Pete was one of the kindest, most respectful people I have ever met.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pete was exceedingly polite in an old-school sort of way, yet he also had a wily sense of humor that everyone loved. When we all temporarily moved to the UO Annex during a major remodel of Allen Hall, Pete chose the desk farthest way from mine. "Sorry, John, but your voice projects to the back row," he quipped with a wry smile. Pete Peterson was a gentleman, a </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">scholar and a classy individual. I will remember him fondly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwoiqdgX5Hyj1zaTMrhoiyvcMP0VJxWZPpB-NIHhMBY0LeAwwFoGRFnI2pBHDmFRcaqVQg2bFv9fMJatrGUCk4J0Id1Lv0QWXFkb7ISFsXvWGV-xUYr9T95fMS_whhyphenhyphendcrDEE8MaA06xWKO4bXE5931UTGfSyVgzemRV8_QMRbjHqbKiutdWMBIa03ztx/s397/The%20Boss%20II.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="306" data-original-width="397" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwoiqdgX5Hyj1zaTMrhoiyvcMP0VJxWZPpB-NIHhMBY0LeAwwFoGRFnI2pBHDmFRcaqVQg2bFv9fMJatrGUCk4J0Id1Lv0QWXFkb7ISFsXvWGV-xUYr9T95fMS_whhyphenhyphendcrDEE8MaA06xWKO4bXE5931UTGfSyVgzemRV8_QMRbjHqbKiutdWMBIa03ztx/w392-h316/The%20Boss%20II.jpg" width="392" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-33711789115504171812024-02-07T09:19:00.000-08:002024-02-07T10:25:13.942-08:00Kamikaze Krazies<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnXd-zbXhANLKAaO9OJLQqilYOft5kAKOfv9KtIBruILzrWIIODh09Mfxb9P6o2MfU-DC1mTvZ3pMzqhEeRuohA3ti1HbKh22rNq2ZVXTrrgVQd1QZNmgdam9vzJ9cgjaa4dPd2EvhVOTRAZGXdsTyg9eWHWmX28uhTXkOQtyM7MQmZHbX9JIdAB2Gqe8/s1110/Hilyard%20House%202%202.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="1110" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnXd-zbXhANLKAaO9OJLQqilYOft5kAKOfv9KtIBruILzrWIIODh09Mfxb9P6o2MfU-DC1mTvZ3pMzqhEeRuohA3ti1HbKh22rNq2ZVXTrrgVQd1QZNmgdam9vzJ9cgjaa4dPd2EvhVOTRAZGXdsTyg9eWHWmX28uhTXkOQtyM7MQmZHbX9JIdAB2Gqe8/w395-h302/Hilyard%20House%202%202.jpeg" width="395" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Editor's note: This post is part of a continuing series of stories on the ongoing <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/12/end-of-epoch.html">demise</a> of the Pac-12 Conference.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Enrolling at the University of Oregon in the early 1970s, I immersed myself into campus culture. In those days, the Duck <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/12/duck-dynasty.html">football team</a> was in a major swoon, with more losses than wins. Coaches came and went frequently, and attendance was dismal. But long before the football team became a national brand, UO garnered notoriety for its crazy men's basketball program.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In those days, student tickets to basketball games were distributed through a lottery. Because I had enrolled as a student at the beginning of a winter quarter, I missed out, and I was bummed. The UO basketball team -- known as the "Kamikaze Kids" for their dive-on-the-floor mentality inspired by their coach, Dick Harter -- was the hottest ticket in town.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In his book "Shooting Ducks," legendary Duck coach Howard Hobson described how the team acquired its nickname: "Wichita coach Harry Miller barked out the catchword that would characterize this era of Webfoot basketball. The veteran Miller's Wichita Shockers had just lost to the Ducks that opening week of the 1972-73 season, and by 20 points."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hobson quoted Miller thusly: "They play more aggressively than kamikaze pilots did during World War II. I have never seen a basketball team go after you like that." The "kamikaze" label stuck, and these Ducks -- led by legendary Ronnie Lee (bottom photo) -- won. The team became so popular that students would camp out overnight at McArthur Court to see a game.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One day, an old girlfriend called. "I must go to home to Portland this weekend," she began. "Do you want my tickets to the Duck basketball game?" "Hell, yes!" I replied. "Who are we playing?" "UCLA," came her reply. "Oh, boy!" I thought to myself. Camping out with other students the night before the game, I had prime seats on the floor in the student section.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">UCLA came into Mac Court coached by one of the very best of all time in any sport, John Wooden. The Bruins had defeated the Ducks the week before in Westwood, 84-66. After the game, local media noted that the Kamikaze Kids were "foolishly tenacious." Unfortunately for UCLA, they would be playing this game in a building full of loud, taunting Kamikaze Krazies.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The scene was intense. The crowd was deafening. The scoreboard swayed as the Kamikaze Kids overcame an early deficit to win 56-51 in a game that defied expectations. The experience left a deep impression of those in attendance, including yours truly. I became a true believer in Duck basketball and their rough-and-tumble style of play.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisILWveUFrxLEIZ6OyEC7B-Oq-jeRzNJrgMNA-LbpXUf9SWFCBoiHEqSLVgBvQtlHm2zCv-QP497E5Mq8pU2Mlnt1qTLzf5CdQvxGGK8n631sfUUB_3QTlLvfS1p-hF8-s01xPWXtJAjNYNaRwG_XCXakW14V0x5FoepbEMPV0SoR2AYbPDaCjwTCzfsE9/s677/Ronnie%20Lee.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="677" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisILWveUFrxLEIZ6OyEC7B-Oq-jeRzNJrgMNA-LbpXUf9SWFCBoiHEqSLVgBvQtlHm2zCv-QP497E5Mq8pU2Mlnt1qTLzf5CdQvxGGK8n631sfUUB_3QTlLvfS1p-hF8-s01xPWXtJAjNYNaRwG_XCXakW14V0x5FoepbEMPV0SoR2AYbPDaCjwTCzfsE9/w395-h269/Ronnie%20Lee.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div></div><p></p>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-55132520290734666402024-01-16T15:51:00.000-08:002024-01-16T16:11:51.071-08:00Through The Camera Lens<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpI6f06xJWivk-YUkuDab2WfdNAfJQqPwngQUiEexeFZ4prQYhH2cy6JwIWEstkZ-5kMCudwzvgLxLdzuBeEgIOU1jJtQI9JhWEWbcfRvVE1qgJNryaDkgUZDMp3e7XH3vviq4r1xiilCewyRm0lDifnKvgHSGynsN73Np-Jl9AcI0IA2G0nbv_f1yGnR/s1286/Blue%20moon.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="1286" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpI6f06xJWivk-YUkuDab2WfdNAfJQqPwngQUiEexeFZ4prQYhH2cy6JwIWEstkZ-5kMCudwzvgLxLdzuBeEgIOU1jJtQI9JhWEWbcfRvVE1qgJNryaDkgUZDMp3e7XH3vviq4r1xiilCewyRm0lDifnKvgHSGynsN73Np-Jl9AcI0IA2G0nbv_f1yGnR/w395-h292/Blue%20moon.JPG" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When reviewing the roll from my Canon EOS 60D for 2023, a number of shots stood out. My favorite was the lunar perigee (supermoon), the moon's closet point to the Earth on August 30, utilizing a 70-200 millimeter zoom lens. The event happened to be the second full moon of the month, known more commonly as a "blue moon," on a warm summer evening.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKICuTpaoebs0xhk3QZfAyZezmEeq_evCuzvf3s7YHKkFY7yqXGIBwSjyq4YiuEr8DcUT4fx-llOdRMOMbGzTPiriRqpig6_C1_qwjYUBADkGff3dR5Ob5U2TPn1Rfuo5oHC6iIUqY1rrC-BqpV0yiaAXNemqeKfyecWCEVvLDvLpgz5L7gCID_t8d0vH9/s3832/IMG_0418.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2867" data-original-width="3832" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKICuTpaoebs0xhk3QZfAyZezmEeq_evCuzvf3s7YHKkFY7yqXGIBwSjyq4YiuEr8DcUT4fx-llOdRMOMbGzTPiriRqpig6_C1_qwjYUBADkGff3dR5Ob5U2TPn1Rfuo5oHC6iIUqY1rrC-BqpV0yiaAXNemqeKfyecWCEVvLDvLpgz5L7gCID_t8d0vH9/w396-h267/IMG_0418.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In late April, I made the sojourn to <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2015/03/capanna-montagna.html">our place</a> in Plain, Washington for a bit of spring cleaning. While I was there, I stopped by the Lake Wenatchee airstrip, where I spent many days coming and going on firefighting assignments. Snapped this image in late afternoon of Dirtyface Peak, elevation 6,240, looming darkly more 4,000 feet above the airstrip.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqI_tzXaIuzpmAjvE8R36oLm9xa7FlbAKbAwQreSwSqdWKKsRh3xnVMQWeLnkSXtNTcxOXMdlBJb5uO0KnKfsKUrXldPkShHVmeUX7t5_ewwA9W4c-w2SFgzT9njAZh7yYDwS_BmpboXdDb_BeFa726WB0RrcQq6oZJO45QjhNnPLmFsBD-RU-yptM6cS/s687/Liberty.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="687" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqI_tzXaIuzpmAjvE8R36oLm9xa7FlbAKbAwQreSwSqdWKKsRh3xnVMQWeLnkSXtNTcxOXMdlBJb5uO0KnKfsKUrXldPkShHVmeUX7t5_ewwA9W4c-w2SFgzT9njAZh7yYDwS_BmpboXdDb_BeFa726WB0RrcQq6oZJO45QjhNnPLmFsBD-RU-yptM6cS/w396-h293/Liberty.jpeg" width="396" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">En route to a <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-aldo-leopold-society-prologue.html">wilderness ranger</a> reunion at the Owl Conservatory late summer, I detoured into the old mining village of Liberty. Walking though the townsite with my camera, it became clear I was in hostile territory. One resident emerged from his home, which was festooned with a giant "Trump" flag. He eyed me suspiciously and, taking the hint, I skeedaddled northbound.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOIKOHsBAcqdkjLd4XLc46FeLiht3OK7Qp3SbqSz3C9cOA2N7geLtA4GAMzn0VI0GQrhO3h06neNK2xG6h1JNPAmw5p8x_RXb4o9JLY51zgI35tb7-uPimtyhjGIfQe7Mq-y4f6yHeelUov-tRDY45syERAPTqJ1MwbVWlgSkVViRMVcgnVIgnJidVpVSU/s3288/View%20from%201201%20Lloyd%20Towere.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2192" data-original-width="3288" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOIKOHsBAcqdkjLd4XLc46FeLiht3OK7Qp3SbqSz3C9cOA2N7geLtA4GAMzn0VI0GQrhO3h06neNK2xG6h1JNPAmw5p8x_RXb4o9JLY51zgI35tb7-uPimtyhjGIfQe7Mq-y4f6yHeelUov-tRDY45syERAPTqJ1MwbVWlgSkVViRMVcgnVIgnJidVpVSU/w397-h285/View%20from%201201%20Lloyd%20Towere.JPG" width="397" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In November, I traveled as professional advisor with the University of Oregon Chapter of <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/11/bridgeport-boogaloo.html">PRSSA</a> for a professional development tour in my hometown of Portland and caught this shot of downtown on a sunny fall day in the Lloyd District on the lower east side of the Willamette. The Bonneville Power Administration Headquarter's Building is in the foreground.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXxRp3S-JoOH1OwDZp22fw6WBv8qkh8ZrTHlW2w8KGUlGfooyRXtlThiNSxuoEhXOqVlwalYihhPagxskhmMpjQJLJsipPVZbRsmNDYhw-OVerSLQPNm_o3FMH93IhP1jRXRGjkC7dNaSwLIHXV0uLcPjia07IYWRPAudfOwJrcO_6KygvUOCY8KCLlMV/s3456/Moxie%20water%20dog.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXxRp3S-JoOH1OwDZp22fw6WBv8qkh8ZrTHlW2w8KGUlGfooyRXtlThiNSxuoEhXOqVlwalYihhPagxskhmMpjQJLJsipPVZbRsmNDYhw-OVerSLQPNm_o3FMH93IhP1jRXRGjkC7dNaSwLIHXV0uLcPjia07IYWRPAudfOwJrcO_6KygvUOCY8KCLlMV/w398-h279/Moxie%20water%20dog.JPG" width="398" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After lifesaving surgery to remove her spleen in May, our 11-year-old golden retriever, Moxie, traveled with us to Lake Wenatchee. We attended the penultimate party of a longstanding tradition hosted by friends and neighbors, Steve and Teri Zimmerman in <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/09/center-of-known-universe.html">Shugart Flats</a>. Temperatures reached 100 degrees, so Moxie cooled off (above) in Lake Wenatchee.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMH-R5H-ZqTZ2mKwB8jBBaQLowAKhHKwdM98uWBGaWpI_1aO6_1IxIYuC9NepGXO53DL9XhLC53v8n-8SdchYVtJWyL1WBhYFPtTrRkphjH3kcV0A7PC3C_En5FYK2D0zWZuuhm1US352T-poWtqLbhriseMtd_Jo_JB7g3bPUrvDVxYC2wcfKs7NZSxYm/s1109/Z's%20Party.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="754" data-original-width="1109" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMH-R5H-ZqTZ2mKwB8jBBaQLowAKhHKwdM98uWBGaWpI_1aO6_1IxIYuC9NepGXO53DL9XhLC53v8n-8SdchYVtJWyL1WBhYFPtTrRkphjH3kcV0A7PC3C_En5FYK2D0zWZuuhm1US352T-poWtqLbhriseMtd_Jo_JB7g3bPUrvDVxYC2wcfKs7NZSxYm/w396-h285/Z's%20Party.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-7372363314344825952023-12-30T07:50:00.000-08:002024-01-03T07:31:06.939-08:00Duck Dynasty<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZOaBo287XTmvs-da78cHPC-eYho0_7DXJjdWVnkIGO4u10j2Teyplohv77t4J7x1GcB0SA5AEg9mFiC2Rhkgy0hAL7amu0mj94oJsgkH2kwM8lV4xAZ48pj7ude5Pv4iiPovQ44bx1JhxG6lBgldI6eVSerrLE5SgHm9FT9tid5wvGy6RG1idWx4TwmO/s640/Free%20the%20Duck.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZOaBo287XTmvs-da78cHPC-eYho0_7DXJjdWVnkIGO4u10j2Teyplohv77t4J7x1GcB0SA5AEg9mFiC2Rhkgy0hAL7amu0mj94oJsgkH2kwM8lV4xAZ48pj7ude5Pv4iiPovQ44bx1JhxG6lBgldI6eVSerrLE5SgHm9FT9tid5wvGy6RG1idWx4TwmO/w392-h286/Free%20the%20Duck.jpeg" width="392" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">My association with University of Oregon athletics dates back to the 1960s, when the Ducks would play one of their big games of the year at Multnomah Stadium in Portland, usually against the University of Washington, Oregon State University or the University of Southern California. Occasionally, <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2022/08/mio-padre.html">my Dad</a> would take me to a Duck game at Hayward Field in Eugene.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Both my Dad and <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/mama-mia.html">my Mom</a> had attended the University of Oregon in the late 40s, though both completed their college careers in Portland at the University of Portland and Marylhurst College respectively. My Mom moved back home to attend her sick father and my Dad found UP to be a better fit for his career as a high school science teacher.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When it came time to decide on a college, I considered such out-of-state journalism schools as the University of Missouri and Northwestern University, and came close to choosing the University of Colorado like my cousins. But due to economics and the fact that UO had one of the finest journalism schools in the country, I chose to stay in-state and moved to Eugene.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HILBHFGocM4mG45fKaTf_ueHqsDH7PnC_Rh5PJ-xqJQ344ghD6yoeX7MqCU9YN9S-1R11TyHWKYjmLWT14HO_zqUyG72fTr2_fhYqTS8Bw09ijdRtTptYgGVUVFSDyxMHp7Doo-GtSS5TvjCNSdqDztxn5tFE9a3GTPds2rLvAgstn8mi28zhyphenhyphenKtvDGT/s1560/Huck%20the%20Fuskies%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1560" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HILBHFGocM4mG45fKaTf_ueHqsDH7PnC_Rh5PJ-xqJQ344ghD6yoeX7MqCU9YN9S-1R11TyHWKYjmLWT14HO_zqUyG72fTr2_fhYqTS8Bw09ijdRtTptYgGVUVFSDyxMHp7Doo-GtSS5TvjCNSdqDztxn5tFE9a3GTPds2rLvAgstn8mi28zhyphenhyphenKtvDGT/w388-h286/Huck%20the%20Fuskies%20copy.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I arrived at UO, Jerry Frei was the UO football coach, having succeeded the legendary Len Casanova (below) in 1967. Frei had been offensive line coach for Casanova, who had become the winningest Duck mentor of all time. When I (finally) graduated, Oregon had cycled through three more coaches. In short, the team struggled during my college career.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I departed Eugene following graduation, a billboard on Franklin Boulevard announced: "The Dawning of a New Era" with a picture of Rich Brooks, formerly a coach and player at Oregon State University. For my five and a half years at UO, the school had four coaches. But soon, the Ducks saw progress, with winning seasons in 1978 and 1979.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I returned to attend graduate school at UO in 1981-82 and 1982-83, the team relapsed into its old losing ways, precipitated by a pay-for-credit scandal, an illicit travel fund, and sexual abuse and misuse of phone cards charges against several players. The team was placed on probation for two years, and Coach Brooks tendered his resignation.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqumgx6sxToKABB5nQ7TjinXYWxnMpL1FO8aJ4gXWID1OUGdR4JCORJ3KB_LdKl7NB-CB5tgNqM9jllHYNdx5oCmuIh7wVXMoNS2GRpDcwPIbEHu71IvEvDLblVp3sihRqCYFpAW8LOYMFNWjWbVBG64dXvCc6Z_3JZqH_eNtbvvKwjTMeMOV7niBmKBj_/s883/Jory%20and%20Cas%20copy%202.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="883" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqumgx6sxToKABB5nQ7TjinXYWxnMpL1FO8aJ4gXWID1OUGdR4JCORJ3KB_LdKl7NB-CB5tgNqM9jllHYNdx5oCmuIh7wVXMoNS2GRpDcwPIbEHu71IvEvDLblVp3sihRqCYFpAW8LOYMFNWjWbVBG64dXvCc6Z_3JZqH_eNtbvvKwjTMeMOV7niBmKBj_/w386-h289/Jory%20and%20Cas%20copy%202.jpeg" width="386" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But then-UO President William Boyd refused his resignation and instead fired Athletic Director John Caine. The dark ages lasted for two years, culminating in a dismal 0-0 tie against Oregon State University. Dubbed the "Toilet Bowl," the game featured 11 turnovers and no scoring in a wild monsoon during the wettest year on record in Oregon. It was hard to watch.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In those days, 15-20,000 fans would attend Duck football games in the 43,000-seat stadium, and the place seemed empty. A few of us diehards could take up a whole row and have our feet propped on the row below and our elbows spread on the row above. "Do you think we'll ever go to a bowl game?" asked a friend. "No," I replied, "but if we do, we're going."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">At one point, an Oregonian sports columnist critical of the University of Oregon for extending the contract of Coach Brooks wrote: "The fact is, both (Oregon and Oregon State) play in a league they can never -- NEVER -- hope to win. Brooks has become the symbol of it -- the Maharajah of Mediocrity, if you will. Why not consider playing at a (lower) level."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then, in 1984, the Ducks recruited a local quarterback from Sheldon High School, Chris Miller, and along with a stout defense, started winning games. They stunned mighty UCLA in the Rose Bowl, 20-18. In 1985, the team found its way to a winning season. With Miller on to the NFL in 1986, Duck fans were ambivalent, and many feared another relapse.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRuSWuOx0mGAaVC98_mLFPr1v7BitqD1KtSYYubeep-ZNkS-kqHFzPgn7UmTzJ9AQ1G-TZIIqXoA4BwjmItmKBvtkBtClVA7TG6Ji6ZDM1DntYFKHlSfbtFQmTXvit3jS7MjVPcrR0d4Vrvdw-daFR-VVABMa7hHuaXjnYHDnFjUi-t5uphNDLZSJK9BSy/s3923/Independence%20Bowl.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2626" data-original-width="3923" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRuSWuOx0mGAaVC98_mLFPr1v7BitqD1KtSYYubeep-ZNkS-kqHFzPgn7UmTzJ9AQ1G-TZIIqXoA4BwjmItmKBvtkBtClVA7TG6Ji6ZDM1DntYFKHlSfbtFQmTXvit3jS7MjVPcrR0d4Vrvdw-daFR-VVABMa7hHuaXjnYHDnFjUi-t5uphNDLZSJK9BSy/w390-h263/Independence%20Bowl.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But during the spring football game in 1987, a young freshman named Bill Musgrave emerged at quarterback, and after the Ducks won back-to-back home games against the Washington Huskies and USC Trojans, he helped turn the program around. In 1989, Musgrave let the Ducks to a 7-4 record and its first bowl game in 26 years in Shreveport, Louisiana.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon, I heard from my buddy. "We're going," he announced. It was short notice, but with help, we put together a package and were off to Louisiana. Stopping in Denver to change planes, we shuddered when we saw crews de-icing the jet with a pink substance, but soon took off for Houston. Fnding other Duck fans in the Houston airport bar, we joined them for a beer.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">One inebriated Duck fan, clearly out of control, spouted off to a server and drew the manager's wrath. It wasn't long before the whole group of us was exiled from the bar by the management. As we left, the drunk Duck fan fired off one final salvo: "Fuck Houston!" he exclaimed with more than a hint of disgust. That phrase became our battle cry for the rest of our sojourn.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnrKy8v0tfZyHyW_zCTCZfVAAalLRXJGenXIV6k9xm_RnXYiWpDrj2BM7s9arueMvPWo7HNTZ18oDsXhsVkW8oPkXxHXrFyg3NORAM4Erj_e4CFCavHJ45DHKhBZIatdmpsrSMrxfGN_7d99eeI_FCULgso9gMfk10bIeVK3NPFAXchz0IPYB60i-Beo0y/s2430/Fatso's.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2430" data-original-width="2093" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnrKy8v0tfZyHyW_zCTCZfVAAalLRXJGenXIV6k9xm_RnXYiWpDrj2BM7s9arueMvPWo7HNTZ18oDsXhsVkW8oPkXxHXrFyg3NORAM4Erj_e4CFCavHJ45DHKhBZIatdmpsrSMrxfGN_7d99eeI_FCULgso9gMfk10bIeVK3NPFAXchz0IPYB60i-Beo0y/s320/Fatso's.jpeg" width="276" /></a></div>Arriving in Shreveport, the weather was freezing cold. We found a bar called "Fatso's Sports Bistro" and holed up until game time. At kickoff, the temperature was 10 degrees Fahrenheit. At halftime, the Fighting Ducks were down by two touchdowns. The situation looked grim.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then, Bill Musgrave went to work. First, he connected with Tony Hargain in the end zone, and after a defensive stop, methodically moved the team down the field, running in the tying score himself. With minutes left in the game, kicker Gregg McCallum booted a game winning field goal and the Ducks defeated the University of Tulsa Golden Hurricane 27-24.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Afterward, temperatures hovered at 0 degrees Fahrenheit. My friend, looking at me with a sense of relief, notes: "How 'bout them Ducks?" Delirious fans stormed the field at Independence Stadium and slapped shoulder pads with Duck players and shook hands with coaches. From then on, our mantra became: "Fuck Houston. And how 'bout them Ducks?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next season, the team -- again led by Musgrave in his senior year -- finished 8-3 and were invited to the Freedom Bowl in Anaheim, a West Coast bowl that promised fun in the sun. This time, Duck fans flocked to the game by the thousands and, besides the game, the kids enjoyed the game's close proximity to Disneyland at Christmas.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYc79FIVzr8lZGxXrLM3ZHQD6KXFZl970aFn-3fESsxJGOhG0ixF75YW7yhNqzLBmsNtNRLAGEuv0MPzqtgkot8UGp_Glk2S7ONQTxYBx9sV1d73hGr5rXRXytjhppiUHDmIRbSj1ndlRo-t_VlNkH1k2AFi-L2P-yF4tl9lSW_u77ZrwLyGurlHtzq2b/s1600/101-0129_IMG.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYc79FIVzr8lZGxXrLM3ZHQD6KXFZl970aFn-3fESsxJGOhG0ixF75YW7yhNqzLBmsNtNRLAGEuv0MPzqtgkot8UGp_Glk2S7ONQTxYBx9sV1d73hGr5rXRXytjhppiUHDmIRbSj1ndlRo-t_VlNkH1k2AFi-L2P-yF4tl9lSW_u77ZrwLyGurlHtzq2b/w392-h276/101-0129_IMG.JPG" width="392" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The uptick would lead to more success for Oregon football, but the rise to the top would be ever-so-gradual. In 1994, Musgrave's successor Danny O'Neil, and another tough defense known as "Gang Green" would lead the team through the gauntlet of Pac-10 play. The watershed moment of the season would come against the #4 Washington Huskies.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_HT2gvCrPhvG5XDu0n9A_pRqPidzGT7itvLycurekVeoD2Ixy6cq-wOab8LplnmpcaZLliP6eOaSgmNHxNfcUMyvq4_dybFsOOlllKe9gwn933OVqNQ4CXR0hWTxIE-mD9QF43Xi2mIU0SvbbHJwgL4ji-Nm0GlxwYUU4z2OKvuna2e_YSAg4s4sIDtG/s1644/Baby%20Wheaton%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1644" data-original-width="1085" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_HT2gvCrPhvG5XDu0n9A_pRqPidzGT7itvLycurekVeoD2Ixy6cq-wOab8LplnmpcaZLliP6eOaSgmNHxNfcUMyvq4_dybFsOOlllKe9gwn933OVqNQ4CXR0hWTxIE-mD9QF43Xi2mIU0SvbbHJwgL4ji-Nm0GlxwYUU4z2OKvuna2e_YSAg4s4sIDtG/s320/Baby%20Wheaton%20copy.jpg" width="211" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The game was close, with the Ducks leading at halftime, 14-10. But as they have done before, the Huskies roared back to take the lead when freshman cornerback named <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-pick.html">Kenny Wheaton</a> intercepted a sure Husky touchdown pass and ran it back for a pick-six to seal the game, sending the Ducks to their first Rose Bowl since 1958. Excited </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Duck fans from around the country flocked to Pasadena, California to see the team play #2-ranked Penn State.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After that "Dream Season," Coach Brooks resigned to take a head coaching position in the NFL and handed the reins over to Mike Bellotti, the team's offensive coordinator. But Duck football didn't miss a beat. Bowl games became the norm, with the team playing at various times in the Cotton Bowl, the Las Vegas Bowl, the Aloha Bowl, the Sun Bowl and the Seattle Bowl.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In 2000, the Ducks finished in a three-way tie for first place in the Pac-10 with the Washington Huskies and the Oregon State Beavers. They were invited to the Holiday Bowl in San Diego, the best bowl venue since the Rose Boal in 1994. Led by quarterback and future Heisman candidate Joey Harrington, the Ducks edged the mighty Texas Longhorns, 35-30.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUCp1dgex5qdo_5ETBU9GzC7eUzkGZ3-ysEwln6LFcIqg9NoEbIyslXAUeWQ0v00uEXELSSK3pFovq0maWNOwqhnEVwY6_djhfWo8YhPU6Lr_L6ym1Qw5hqTkz7b778YLX9j4VDBrPfcq0Lez-Nnrn4hnzxYwlbvjNv6exbWGlMVnP17HPsI1GylUL3f0/s1600/Holiday%20Bowl.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUCp1dgex5qdo_5ETBU9GzC7eUzkGZ3-ysEwln6LFcIqg9NoEbIyslXAUeWQ0v00uEXELSSK3pFovq0maWNOwqhnEVwY6_djhfWo8YhPU6Lr_L6ym1Qw5hqTkz7b778YLX9j4VDBrPfcq0Lez-Nnrn4hnzxYwlbvjNv6exbWGlMVnP17HPsI1GylUL3f0/w393-h281/Holiday%20Bowl.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next season proved to be the apex of the team's gradual climb into the top echelons of college football. Again led by Joey Harrington, the Ducks won but had a number of close calls along the way. Ultimately, the Ducks were tripped up by the Stanford Cardinal to finish the regular season 10-1, good enough to be considered for the national championship game.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unfortunately, the University of Miami had finished its season undefeated at sat at #1 in the polls. So the decision came down to BCS computers, which didn't weigh later games any more heavily that earlier games, and one-loss No. 4 Nebraska came out ahead of two-loss No. 3 Colorado and one-loss No. 2 Oregon. Nebraska would play Miami in the Rose Bowl.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Ducks were relegated to the Fiesta Bowl for a game against the University of Colorado Buffaloes, which had beaten Nebraska in the Big-12 championship game. The Buffs would be favored agains the higher ranked Ducks. Instead, Joey Harrington, Maurice Morris, Onterrio Smith, Keenan Howry, Jamie Parker and a stout defense stomped Colorado, 38-16.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OwnmZfFPd5Pv1mrlddtfOe5WQ_uDIDfdAFeGrZmgO6cR5xuFyr1Jpk7y_Lx3CdDwmjbFRMqYOCPnoVFhs2L7tbZjixvRFeMfD6tdaQTTfrEBvZt0SuvBAb9kCaY7OOhVmUnJDtmE853nkzgSekWMA6dXawNYtMqvmxdN9PHSbeBsB3hEetrKAAXnXoK5/s1584/Fiesta%20Bowl.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1159" data-original-width="1584" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OwnmZfFPd5Pv1mrlddtfOe5WQ_uDIDfdAFeGrZmgO6cR5xuFyr1Jpk7y_Lx3CdDwmjbFRMqYOCPnoVFhs2L7tbZjixvRFeMfD6tdaQTTfrEBvZt0SuvBAb9kCaY7OOhVmUnJDtmE853nkzgSekWMA6dXawNYtMqvmxdN9PHSbeBsB3hEetrKAAXnXoK5/w391-h282/Fiesta%20Bowl.jpg" width="391" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">That season would go down as one of the best in Oregon football history, but there was more to come. The Ducks continued to be successful. In 2009, they returned to the Rose Bowl but lost to Ohio State. The next season, the team went undefeated and played in the national championship game, losing a tight contest to Auburn University, 22-19.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The next year, the Ducks retuned to the Rose Bowl. This time, they would not be denied, beating the University of Wisconsin, 45-38. In 2014, the team played in the BCS national championship series and <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2015/01/requiem-for-heavyweight.html">won the Rose Bowl again</a> in the semi-final game against Florida State, 59-20. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">University of Oregon quarterback Marcus Mariota won the Heisman Trophy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Ducks won another Rose Bowl against Wisconsin guided by future NFL quarterback Justin Herbert and have now been to bowl games in 20 of the last 21 years. The team traveled far from the "sad sack" days of the 1980s and the infamous "Toilet Bowl" (the last recorded scoreless tie in college football history) to establish a dynasty that continues to this day.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJydN-ImuoMvhuL1QvLENmRxPUHNPqIhtgjsxdIm45ysLeAzTA1ui1W3Ktio7I-wvPOc2_pdJ02XrIwcl-RgS_W-q2Y_DTGAI3KIN7QX1XcES-YjHx47XUuQjAjEnuL1pLeE9BKMAh8tiRFpxaiSBQCdwEjy1LdE4v3HmmFy87CrEsJjPqCXC7LWW-OZsR/s2074/IMG_0028%202.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1668" data-original-width="2074" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJydN-ImuoMvhuL1QvLENmRxPUHNPqIhtgjsxdIm45ysLeAzTA1ui1W3Ktio7I-wvPOc2_pdJ02XrIwcl-RgS_W-q2Y_DTGAI3KIN7QX1XcES-YjHx47XUuQjAjEnuL1pLeE9BKMAh8tiRFpxaiSBQCdwEjy1LdE4v3HmmFy87CrEsJjPqCXC7LWW-OZsR/w392-h285/IMG_0028%202.JPG" width="392" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But now, sadly, <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/12/end-of-epoch.html">the Pac-12 has come to an end</a>, terminating the <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/12/pigskin-provenance.html">108-year history</a> of the conference. The<span style="color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;"> trouble began with UCLA and University of Southern California becoming the first teams to leave the Pac-12 conference, announcing in summer 2022 that they would jump to the Big Ten in 2024. Soon, o</span></span><span style="caret-color: rgb(31, 30, 30); color: #1f1e1e; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 0.2px;">ther members of the conference rushed for the exits.</span></div><div><span style="color: #1f1e1e; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #1f1e1e; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;">The University of Washington and University of Oregon joined the LA schools in the Big 10 and Colorado, Utah, Arizona and ASU then fled to the Big 12, thereby decimating the Pac-12 Conference and leaving Oregon State and Washington State behind. Even Cal and Stanford left the conference in a head-scratching move to join the Atlantic Coast Conference.</span></div><div><span style="color: #1f1e1e; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #1f1e1e; font-family: verdana;"><p class="articleparagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;">Yet conference realignment is only part of the college football’s transmutation. The creation of the “transfer portal” and the ability to pay college players through “name, image and likeness” endorsement deals have also brought us to this new world of college sports. Through the transfer portal, college players can more easily seek transfers.</span></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINqnCG8dQZq_dZFk0C9pPfXoZKyDlZuNqZvgxFNtTFkPWO6b2edeY8TvL1wuod1NBKsjOSCQEd2pAq23uDkbfqSQKzaZ29YKmyBggs9Q7ERefsM8j-LT3IBQeME_F8N7AR6YbmOMnKZfUDSdNgd7xnkYr1wyAf5KkO2p-Y1LH9wTde7VOSkPsjKsA4nGY/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINqnCG8dQZq_dZFk0C9pPfXoZKyDlZuNqZvgxFNtTFkPWO6b2edeY8TvL1wuod1NBKsjOSCQEd2pAq23uDkbfqSQKzaZ29YKmyBggs9Q7ERefsM8j-LT3IBQeME_F8N7AR6YbmOMnKZfUDSdNgd7xnkYr1wyAf5KkO2p-Y1LH9wTde7VOSkPsjKsA4nGY/w393-h277/IMG_0013.JPG" width="393" /></a></div><p></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;">NIL money isn’t always the reason for a transfer, but with top college players, especially quarterbacks</span><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: 0.15pt;">, it is the primary </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: 0.2px;">motivation</span><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: 0.15pt;">. </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;">Throughout this past season, media pundits highlighted the irony of the 108-year-old Pac-12 being so stacked with talent in its final year. But the volume of top-level players in the conference should surprise no one.</span></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;">Many have written about how a decimated Pac-12 will affect coaches and staff and “student athletes.” But what of the millions of people who have invested years as fans? These followers of college football understand that it was often less about Oregon State beating <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2015/08/the-boys-in-boat.html">Washington</a> or Washington State beating Oregon than their connection as fans.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;"> </span></span></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #1f1e1e; letter-spacing: 0.15pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: 0.2px;">So as the UO and other Pac-12 schools move into the brave new world of college sports, there's a palpable sense of shared grief over all that's been lost. Many will try to cling to those traditions that can still be saved and continue to be savored by fans. One thing is for sure, once a Duck, always a Duck (or Beaver, Husky or Cougar, depending on affiliation).</span></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br /></span></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAMBkaynBLLgZefAZedLTStopXa-DVeabG_s8wb6NMpeuM2sS_rV_x5YETwCaC_ABMDFXcnFFXlNoIbJTVphtllp2DuPsQ-sqHnivgA81ApAGqUzDW8Sc372KaNEJFi-6FyL9hGcdbc1tdZDd09QqE8ZNdMAd4-tdDWgg-GRUxY0Dd9dvrWDqVtrKPRiA/s1147/Dux%20Fanz%20copy%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1147" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAMBkaynBLLgZefAZedLTStopXa-DVeabG_s8wb6NMpeuM2sS_rV_x5YETwCaC_ABMDFXcnFFXlNoIbJTVphtllp2DuPsQ-sqHnivgA81ApAGqUzDW8Sc372KaNEJFi-6FyL9hGcdbc1tdZDd09QqE8ZNdMAd4-tdDWgg-GRUxY0Dd9dvrWDqVtrKPRiA/w398-h279/Dux%20Fanz%20copy%202.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="articleparagraph" style="margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br /></span></p></span></div><div><p></p></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-32351600279781617002023-12-20T11:33:00.000-08:002023-12-20T14:13:54.973-08:00Pigskin Provenance<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGt_gmU3SdcWx_OAi6nsa49APUJElaDVkCbpZOnwkYKcCco6q3nW4s5juolQlP6XVTFTO6iwTl7VHvYATsdha5NjtWP8FCVVBjFbsT-4NZ1OJpmrcM_Kh186aztIRE7bOguo5y73H_6dHKcioaWlbkM1PVhzPG4bQipKA4TSVuCxD7MEM-cnRXyWTatUf/s640/800px-UO1917RoseBowlTeam%5B3%5D.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="640" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGt_gmU3SdcWx_OAi6nsa49APUJElaDVkCbpZOnwkYKcCco6q3nW4s5juolQlP6XVTFTO6iwTl7VHvYATsdha5NjtWP8FCVVBjFbsT-4NZ1OJpmrcM_Kh186aztIRE7bOguo5y73H_6dHKcioaWlbkM1PVhzPG4bQipKA4TSVuCxD7MEM-cnRXyWTatUf/w395-h264/800px-UO1917RoseBowlTeam%5B3%5D.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">While it's true that the Pac-12 Conference can claim bloodlines between most member participants since the Pacific Coast Conference formed in 1916 (charter members Cal, UO, OSU, UW, WSU, Stanford, USC and UCLA), it's also accurate to note that before and during that time, many Pac-12 member schools were either independent or a member of the American Association of Western Universities (1959-64).</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Pac-8 Conference was officially recognized in 1964 with all the original members of the Pacific Coast Conference. Arizona and Arizona State University were eventually added, making the league the Pac-10 in the late 70s, followed by Colorado and Utah in 2011 to become the Pac-12. Unfortunately for its members, Pac-12 leadership was ill-prepared to lead its institutions in a high-stakes gamble with Big Television.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bottom line? Four Pac-12 teams move to the Big 10 (UO, UW, USC, UCLA, four more teams bolt for the Big 12 (UA, ASU, Utah and Colorado), and two institutions -- OSU and WSU -- are left holding the bag. The transformation is not sitting well with many in the Northwest, although some have come to accept the inevitability of changing times in college football. It is truly sad that the West Coast's lone power conference is dissolving.<br /></span> <p></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUrrxeHZI20hWnj3YTwiVaJ_uopY_s6kLTvZ6I-al2ZVCi8avgHpWtv2AwzZ3gy_VIhwyYoj-kSdF18OzV7ti6XMaAw4SxvsosvLjJVBhjXChPSxmFlpjHEcmwhZ8DZudUoGk4eOB5K1Zs95HkV-jsm06lBarKVq8NHQ0yr3NfYBTM8GF4ltB3lI76wJi/s1486/75.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="991" data-original-width="1486" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUrrxeHZI20hWnj3YTwiVaJ_uopY_s6kLTvZ6I-al2ZVCi8avgHpWtv2AwzZ3gy_VIhwyYoj-kSdF18OzV7ti6XMaAw4SxvsosvLjJVBhjXChPSxmFlpjHEcmwhZ8DZudUoGk4eOB5K1Zs95HkV-jsm06lBarKVq8NHQ0yr3NfYBTM8GF4ltB3lI76wJi/w394-h273/75.jpeg" width="394" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-58960458419328801552023-12-03T12:27:00.000-08:002023-12-04T05:51:53.417-08:00End Of An Epoch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJI2aIKYLpU3QLC7wpvhEByUvzsB4bD700U69P3i3GC42ATR2gW15Yn-V-Swr3bfL-qSXxQgozuYeXIxqYB7_AsvR2lQVAaPtu0RrZ9NPZa8KuJceNx_njxHamldmfD10ecZo6WHSMbMxnabg42md0bgQ9oyL4A735JLafVUl5WtARTCb7vPV-DJR0wi3/s300/Unknown.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJI2aIKYLpU3QLC7wpvhEByUvzsB4bD700U69P3i3GC42ATR2gW15Yn-V-Swr3bfL-qSXxQgozuYeXIxqYB7_AsvR2lQVAaPtu0RrZ9NPZa8KuJceNx_njxHamldmfD10ecZo6WHSMbMxnabg42md0bgQ9oyL4A735JLafVUl5WtARTCb7vPV-DJR0wi3/w392-h220/Unknown.png" width="392" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div>The response on the West Coast to the ongoing demise of the Pac-12 Conference in 2024 has ranged from dismaying and disheartening to dispiriting and distressing for universities, alumni, students and fans of conference members, who are left to suffer the consequences of moving ahead into the new environment or risk being left behind in a situation ruled by an indifferent sports world focused on bottom lines.</div><div><br /></div><div>Who's to blame? ESPN, Fox Sports and their controlling interests, certainly. The National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) which for years has functioned as a shill for Big Sports, bears some responsibility. Yet the Pac-12 Conference leadership itself is primarily responsible for the collapse of the conference. Meanwhile, universities, state legislatures, alumni and fans must weather the loss of history and tradition.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pac-12 fans are saddened by losing of longtime traditions and rivalries. "It is indeed a dark day in the Pac-12," said one. "A sad and pathetic state of affairs," said another. Yet, I'm reminded of the line from a character in <i>Deconstructing Harry: </i>"Tradition is the illusion of permanence." Needless to say, I'll be rooting for the Washington Huskies to win it all, just to thumb our collective noses at the blue bloods of college football.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4Tu_6t4V74l8hZmpV8cfagxsGiWqK91_06-d4n8trPJkPzHfIdCD4bqfgmO7_g3xD6wWMyMztgK9FSEScJbrEfqYjjzwho6hpA9Zzi-77wehuz79F9hbfht-T59VwjVGY09z9eIuDVh-wZ8nmanRV3tdYKcVW7GX0t-aer1wy3fxEgz8xcWcPI3Cqzrb/s230/Maccheccazzo.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="210" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4Tu_6t4V74l8hZmpV8cfagxsGiWqK91_06-d4n8trPJkPzHfIdCD4bqfgmO7_g3xD6wWMyMztgK9FSEScJbrEfqYjjzwho6hpA9Zzi-77wehuz79F9hbfht-T59VwjVGY09z9eIuDVh-wZ8nmanRV3tdYKcVW7GX0t-aer1wy3fxEgz8xcWcPI3Cqzrb/w387-h278/Maccheccazzo.jpeg" width="387" /></a></div><div><i>(Editor's Note: This is the first of series of posts addressing the ongoing seismic shift in the fabric of college athletics.)</i></div></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-45957776623440489002023-11-19T12:52:00.000-08:002023-11-20T11:02:01.035-08:00Bridgeport Boogaloo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNFOp7XLCQh17P7QFf-1k2N1Zu4rgjp9N5c5PXebklvstU2ogN0zhBn6m7f4cs4lKDYNgG4mnqiFbdfP_pBveGlZXUJI1phSNwAD20Ru1lKmDjcYJrwm1GjIFtsOjD8Q1MYyvanGKEOPffFCMZY4dhptag96uiDSvOVMAWbhHXAiy9KujcHDvamN2K4B1/s3326/Hoffman%20Agency.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2133" data-original-width="3326" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNFOp7XLCQh17P7QFf-1k2N1Zu4rgjp9N5c5PXebklvstU2ogN0zhBn6m7f4cs4lKDYNgG4mnqiFbdfP_pBveGlZXUJI1phSNwAD20Ru1lKmDjcYJrwm1GjIFtsOjD8Q1MYyvanGKEOPffFCMZY4dhptag96uiDSvOVMAWbhHXAiy9KujcHDvamN2K4B1/w396-h285/Hoffman%20Agency.JPG" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/company/uo-prssa/">University of Oregon Chapter of the Public Relations Student Society of America</a> ventured north for its first professional development tour of the 2023-24 school year on Friday, November 17, visiting both <a href="https://www.hoffman.com">The Hoffman Agency</a> near the Lloyd Center and <a href="https://cplusc.com">C+C Communications</a> in downtown Portland.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Hoffman Agency, founded in Silicon Valley over 35 years ago, features offices in San Jose, Boston and Portland and focuses on a wide range of communications initiatives including digital, social media, content marketing, thought leadership and paid media, as well as traditional public relations.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I0U40JUascOG979TkAAyOPA4NYVDuSO7k_KvGxcsmO2GYfCgejNB_V3OPucxhNNpANQWpYqrQ2Sm2QMtSKR61i7mYz8gjvYg3zz_DkOGHjdUhiIgvwo1BW5wJSEQgyb2BbJpWk44Owu2eOs9esNPDL_5vY17J096OKXYpLehOwMIdb7FyncSwDGEDDtD/s3288/Hoffman%20view.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2192" data-original-width="3288" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I0U40JUascOG979TkAAyOPA4NYVDuSO7k_KvGxcsmO2GYfCgejNB_V3OPucxhNNpANQWpYqrQ2Sm2QMtSKR61i7mYz8gjvYg3zz_DkOGHjdUhiIgvwo1BW5wJSEQgyb2BbJpWk44Owu2eOs9esNPDL_5vY17J096OKXYpLehOwMIdb7FyncSwDGEDDtD/w399-h267/Hoffman%20view.JPG" width="399" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The view of downtown Portland from their offices was truly stunning on a beautifully sunny autumn day. The contoured building in the foreground houses the Bonneville Power Administration headquarters, where I participated in many meetings as public relations coordinator for <a href="https://www.eweb.org">EWEB</a>.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">At C+ C Communications, we heard from <a href="https://journalism.uoregon.edu">UO SOJC</a> graduate <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/cassidymonda/">Cassidy Monda</a> describe their agency of researchers, public relations and marketing experts, multicultural communicators, digital strategists, producers and creatives working for clients like the <a href="https://www.energytrust.org">Energy Trust of Oregon</a> and so many more.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEL7TyZ2q66QPPWUAnzexEKhdeTi9kDQ_gRHlS3uIVOAKXKGlvoi0BEJEniBxuY2w4hWzKu49XjaJUtHDsg5u6iQFis-AJaaOPrlZzILD_HH8qCJKw4-P-avITRO1Y49QRd7WkRDYZ1aKk0gHNlMysmF3cgpAdqYl0c3jbV_Jl0iAQbmGaf1u9cFyGmjm/s3456/C+C%20Agency.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEL7TyZ2q66QPPWUAnzexEKhdeTi9kDQ_gRHlS3uIVOAKXKGlvoi0BEJEniBxuY2w4hWzKu49XjaJUtHDsg5u6iQFis-AJaaOPrlZzILD_HH8qCJKw4-P-avITRO1Y49QRd7WkRDYZ1aKk0gHNlMysmF3cgpAdqYl0c3jbV_Jl0iAQbmGaf1u9cFyGmjm/w400-h256/C+C%20Agency.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Many thanks to the great team of UO PRSSA executives who made it all the magic happen: (below, from left) <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/michaela-taylor-pr/">Michaela Taylor</a>, <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/karrigenhanson/">Karrigen Hanson</a>, <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/sydney-wolfe-06b390236/">Sydney Wolfe</a>, <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/rebecca-chiang-6bbb291b5/">Rebecca Chiang</a>, <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/maggie-delaney/">Maggie Delaney</a> and <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/jillian-gray-pr/">Jillian Grey</a>. Special shoutout to <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/diannedanowskismith/">Dianne Danowksi Smith</a> for organizing our luncheon gathering.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYpL1KhUJ-lyeJJUlezLILxpKcZBKr8xOjKC7dgVnrr1SfwZPFUMOKWDAOrN804DbgGmK3puccKDIbtMEo9cQ6deVtFIWyNoEsZuQHx8EHlwmHUN_qbycq7_69Vf4XAUCMMyt94sj5W3gsFdkRLWqFJAX6j2p7b6QNu5mleKBr2Kitz2Q1_gHTOjdlAN6/s1280/Exec%20team%2023-24%202.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="998" data-original-width="1280" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYpL1KhUJ-lyeJJUlezLILxpKcZBKr8xOjKC7dgVnrr1SfwZPFUMOKWDAOrN804DbgGmK3puccKDIbtMEo9cQ6deVtFIWyNoEsZuQHx8EHlwmHUN_qbycq7_69Vf4XAUCMMyt94sj5W3gsFdkRLWqFJAX6j2p7b6QNu5mleKBr2Kitz2Q1_gHTOjdlAN6/w400-h289/Exec%20team%2023-24%202.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-30776712708596699972023-10-12T08:22:00.012-07:002023-10-13T08:17:07.508-07:00The Pick<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJEwfIJO8KfPq_fu0C53H962_vN6zZcpyw49mOuEEr5wwrpxiC56SpFZVYxQc8hzzdy7cqI2lEOKrO0HOql2zfCq8vhJdi_iv4FnAy98PL7a7AbkMZIs0KciDIhpZ00PxppOMI_a87dhlXVIW9QhVRY0ygeUz0enz3Ai-JQIy-5qbIT1wHlKc8HlLk52i/s1280/VJTNP6MU7FD6JGJYWWGZN74Y7U.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="872" data-original-width="1280" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJEwfIJO8KfPq_fu0C53H962_vN6zZcpyw49mOuEEr5wwrpxiC56SpFZVYxQc8hzzdy7cqI2lEOKrO0HOql2zfCq8vhJdi_iv4FnAy98PL7a7AbkMZIs0KciDIhpZ00PxppOMI_a87dhlXVIW9QhVRY0ygeUz0enz3Ai-JQIy-5qbIT1wHlKc8HlLk52i/w394-h272/VJTNP6MU7FD6JGJYWWGZN74Y7U.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The college football rivalry between the University of Oregon and the University of Washington has mostly been a lopsided affair over the past 115 years the game has been played, with the Huskies dominating on the field. When the games were close, the Huskies would often snatch victory from the jaws of defeat against the "sad sack" Ducks at the end.</span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">My first Duck-Husky game was at Multnomah Stadium (now known as Providence Park) in Portland, my hometown. In the 60s, the most significant games were scheduled in the City of Roses because the stadium held more fans than Hayward Field in Eugene. Hence the UO could net more revenue for the big games against opponents like UW, USC and Oregon State.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">As a student in the early-to-mid 70s, my beloved Ducks typically lost more games than they won. UO would beat the smaller schools on the schedule but lose many of their league games. During my five years as an undergraduate, the UO had four different coaches: Jerry Frei, Dick Enright, Don Read and Rich Brooks, who finally started to turn the program around.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Ducks became more competitive with the Huskies, coming close yet losing in spectacular fashion in several games, Then Brooks recruited a young quarterback from Grand Junction, Colorado named Bill Musgrave and the team's fortunes took a dramatic turn in 1987 when the Ducks beat Washington and USC on consecutive weekends. More was on the horizon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In 1994, the Huskies came to town ranked in the top ten in the country. But the Ducks had assembled quite a collection of talent and led most of the game going into the fourth quarter. The Huskies, however, also had talented players. When Duck quarterback Danny O'Neil led the team down the field on a 98-yard drive for a score, things looked good for the Ducks.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But there was way too much time left on the clock. The Huskies marched down the field with ease, picking up first down after first down. "Not looking good," said my buddy Roger, a Michigan grad. "We need a turnover," I countered. "What do you want, a fumble or an interception?" he asked. "I want an interception," I replied. "Granted," he pronounced.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The clock read 1:08 and the Huskies, on the 8-yard line, were driving to score the winning points. Incredibly, instead of running their All-American tailback Napoleon Kauffman, their quarterback threw a pass toward the sideline, where it was promptly incercepted by a redshirt freshman cornerback named Kenny Wheaton, who ran 97 yards for the deciding score.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The rest, as they say, is history. The win would lead the Ducks to their first Rose Bowl in 37 years, and suddenly, the rivalry became more competitive than it had ever been. This weekend, the UO-UW rivalry becomes a contest of biblical proportions, with both teams currently undefeated and ranked in the top ten. Should be a heckuva game. Go Ducks!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWDsaaaiJ8iQ_NRMbGH_d5vfx1FNe_z2LdiVTmYwkP0qJS9v-n_ruf52NkotzGO9X1CfJxxx-JmKaoeK1YIebo-7hHj2MIZyKutNMUEo1yNMooBmI7XYMWUz0bI-ir0YCwRzfUhz8yxgw5gV2UEpFmPnvo9W7tJbeMKVpDWikpBadmbI85fHCyvKmMCtK/s1560/Huck%20the%20Fuskies%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1560" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWDsaaaiJ8iQ_NRMbGH_d5vfx1FNe_z2LdiVTmYwkP0qJS9v-n_ruf52NkotzGO9X1CfJxxx-JmKaoeK1YIebo-7hHj2MIZyKutNMUEo1yNMooBmI7XYMWUz0bI-ir0YCwRzfUhz8yxgw5gV2UEpFmPnvo9W7tJbeMKVpDWikpBadmbI85fHCyvKmMCtK/w396-h305/Huck%20the%20Fuskies%20copy.jpg" width="396" /></a></div></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-7164742079542327322023-09-22T07:12:00.009-07:002023-09-25T08:15:14.119-07:00Center Of The Known Universe<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdcHX7UoI_E6iHaykUsXbgkojK111ihBiYCEudOUa6iyIX4CzHz2aXSQOEVEmq7haPNsJBNQX4UIgkTKa_Q7QQvyOQHzZEIv2KsTuM0x0FhozCoomLtwkw-i3F8jjJvQ5RScjvwmV9EsQf6tn3BIu4jEdMa6AJG8RaldyYfvccXC4m9mT5kzIwiGzgT_i/s1048/Hut%20at%20sunset.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="1048" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdcHX7UoI_E6iHaykUsXbgkojK111ihBiYCEudOUa6iyIX4CzHz2aXSQOEVEmq7haPNsJBNQX4UIgkTKa_Q7QQvyOQHzZEIv2KsTuM0x0FhozCoomLtwkw-i3F8jjJvQ5RScjvwmV9EsQf6tn3BIu4jEdMa6AJG8RaldyYfvccXC4m9mT5kzIwiGzgT_i/w396-h309/Hut%20at%20sunset.jpeg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">My dear friend and fellow <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wilderness-strangers-j-c-mitchell/1142619126">backcountry ranger</a> Kelly Tjaden proclaimed the Owl Conservatory in Shugart Flats near Leavenworth, Washington as the Center of the Known Universe because of its strategic location to many wilderness areas in the North Cascades. "This place is the ideal spot for a writer's retreat," he would say.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_sdtcroiivV__mu_pWathYPZ5mjduEfE-N10MiGxD9RYN-UbLhT2I23pQ95RRf_EmkreMpdMTlaTy3xQhHFP8OKtIW2bfVGyQ0jswFRK-U3K-2ktwGJprVw5zEF_Is-aKrmfrcGDUvAbAD4S7TPRLagRmrBMicG-8bgG7PQp_QLS9dswy9Asv3YKb9zK/s1080/Tree%20Haus%20reprise.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf_sdtcroiivV__mu_pWathYPZ5mjduEfE-N10MiGxD9RYN-UbLhT2I23pQ95RRf_EmkreMpdMTlaTy3xQhHFP8OKtIW2bfVGyQ0jswFRK-U3K-2ktwGJprVw5zEF_Is-aKrmfrcGDUvAbAD4S7TPRLagRmrBMicG-8bgG7PQp_QLS9dswy9Asv3YKb9zK/w398-h307/Tree%20Haus%20reprise.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div>So with his assistance and skills, along with many friends and neighbors, we constructed two tiny homes, one a tree house and another on the ground. The Owl Conservatory has become my retreat both to write and visit with our many friends and family over the years. It's also the perfect location to witness a meteor shower or a blue moon (below).</div></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKdTP7DKhkLDFWMIumbOqDZMjd8ji2KqlYxFeZ9DmAqw74to2rYd6rt29xdzSGlEYQxDaBNN5MKn8xlGk2lbyyeYwr8IPZNhaRG9uoMgfjSq8k3rVuHAY1XZa3gXpt1sREPWeatQKQDEMcqU5QZhZkZHtXTDKhoCP1-JqoulyZA01FtpzOLOnNBdC-xQu/s1600/Blue%20Moon.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="973" data-original-width="1600" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKdTP7DKhkLDFWMIumbOqDZMjd8ji2KqlYxFeZ9DmAqw74to2rYd6rt29xdzSGlEYQxDaBNN5MKn8xlGk2lbyyeYwr8IPZNhaRG9uoMgfjSq8k3rVuHAY1XZa3gXpt1sREPWeatQKQDEMcqU5QZhZkZHtXTDKhoCP1-JqoulyZA01FtpzOLOnNBdC-xQu/w398-h288/Blue%20Moon.JPG" width="398" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8txwiuxga2KkMpaS2kJfQGjtGnRJYPvj6Dk4APbYLYbxzR_zJHCM6IIlv68W2KQcuJ0lnFmlEr28U85jobqjgtexM8fJaAmBF4V8af0rEn3NfalfQzAUYEylTMBOMB04zkEvT5YNZnn_ctaynrKQccMI7pETwtt3NaYtYsEnFh_OwanfdceYsPD4b0k33/s640/wood.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8txwiuxga2KkMpaS2kJfQGjtGnRJYPvj6Dk4APbYLYbxzR_zJHCM6IIlv68W2KQcuJ0lnFmlEr28U85jobqjgtexM8fJaAmBF4V8af0rEn3NfalfQzAUYEylTMBOMB04zkEvT5YNZnn_ctaynrKQccMI7pETwtt3NaYtYsEnFh_OwanfdceYsPD4b0k33/w300-h400/wood.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Enjoying the delightful temperatures at the Owl Conservatory for a few days, I cut and stacked a load of delightfully pungent lodgepole pine with the help of friends to bring back to Eugene to restock my wood pile for the winter months.</span></div></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-73521962016969903562023-08-24T13:58:00.008-07:002023-08-24T14:06:06.519-07:00Cinema Connoisseur<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeJVKLFHBQn-Mn86Gkg8yUNw7lmiuLW3UgqoCk_w2-DTen6OomuQtQG6d379X46ZowiaShzJyKx-1mvEq6VVfWZ-C2-Rm6JMShaaXs1jnajKt1bYI5WYvb1xyfSlE4gB3RRUAbT5vsOlj67UpV8dyyHSNqqtJx0qDnPxFezYxt4hv15IYl417mv4KbMro/s343/Robert%20IH.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="304" data-original-width="343" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeJVKLFHBQn-Mn86Gkg8yUNw7lmiuLW3UgqoCk_w2-DTen6OomuQtQG6d379X46ZowiaShzJyKx-1mvEq6VVfWZ-C2-Rm6JMShaaXs1jnajKt1bYI5WYvb1xyfSlE4gB3RRUAbT5vsOlj67UpV8dyyHSNqqtJx0qDnPxFezYxt4hv15IYl417mv4KbMro/w200-h178/Robert%20IH.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/05/renaissance-man.html">Robert Emilio Cargni</a>, the artist formerly known as Robert Cameron Mitchell, had a love for film and all things cinematic that can be traced to his early days. Our first exposure to storytelling on film -- arriving in our home by way of television -- was through cartoons.</span> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMfHNsG_FZ1GwwOPm0-u2Ji6HqKB4j_DlDW-ptY0_u81cK6O5ORfFO2otuM_IwlT1FIRWUx9KWGiUgs0tPA9x6PIWkqzhaAhiWOjFzVZFi41ZtPwvvzomUaS9ds6hK32e2CcxwlnSLkRV2N2plVnVOOzMUcL8zBI6xTDl6m4OLKjWeQi7J5DhrUQB_yYW/s1280/Looney-Tunes.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMfHNsG_FZ1GwwOPm0-u2Ji6HqKB4j_DlDW-ptY0_u81cK6O5ORfFO2otuM_IwlT1FIRWUx9KWGiUgs0tPA9x6PIWkqzhaAhiWOjFzVZFi41ZtPwvvzomUaS9ds6hK32e2CcxwlnSLkRV2N2plVnVOOzMUcL8zBI6xTDl6m4OLKjWeQi7J5DhrUQB_yYW/w395-h264/Looney-Tunes.webp" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the early 60s, we would huddle in front of the new color television console in the family "party room" to watch animated series like <i>Popeye the Sailor Man</i>, <i>Rocky and Bullwinkle</i>, <i>The Flintstones</i>, <i>Mister Magoo</i>, <i>Yogi Bear</i>, <i>The Jetsons</i>, and <i>The Bugs Bunny Hour</i>.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our favorite: Warner Brothers cartoons with Bugs, Porky Pig, Elmer Fudd, Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote, Yosemite Sam, and Pepe LePew, who became some of the most recognizable characters in the world. On Sunday evenings, we religiously gathered for "The Wonderful World of Disney."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Warner Brothers cartoons<i> </i>featured a more visual and sophisticated style of humor that we preferred, although they also included some slapstick comedy along with jokes and dialogue. ("Eh</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, you wouldn't be so tough if you weren't wearing that uniform." <span style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">—</span> Bugs Bunny)</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFAX8Qvzz9l53Nbd5lUxwyBp-rToY1GcoLkbJb5nholJg_kukJStTLAuHi1n9ad3x5H59tpU6UTlIevhFlg4k_vQaupS5hYwgD6pwLWQ85FR2icj6qtfaPY2SvoZELFRtpSgfjL-MQV9ERbNWsAwwLzG_7Dfi-RV554aijH_sGyPqgD9FmG32-KV0Eb0z/s1200/twilight_zone_banner_0.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1200" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFAX8Qvzz9l53Nbd5lUxwyBp-rToY1GcoLkbJb5nholJg_kukJStTLAuHi1n9ad3x5H59tpU6UTlIevhFlg4k_vQaupS5hYwgD6pwLWQ85FR2icj6qtfaPY2SvoZELFRtpSgfjL-MQV9ERbNWsAwwLzG_7Dfi-RV554aijH_sGyPqgD9FmG32-KV0Eb0z/w396-h245/twilight_zone_banner_0.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We also watched a variety of live action television shows, including westerns (<i>The Lone Ranger</i>, <i>The Rifleman</i>, <i>Zorro</i>, <i>Bonanza</i>) science fiction (<i>The Twilight Zone</i>, <i>Alfred Hitchcock Presents</i>, <i>Outer Limits</i>, <i>Star Trek</i>) and action-adventure (<i>Sea Hunt</i>, <i>Sky King</i>, <i>Lassie</i>, <i>Mission: Impossible</i>).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But these shows were merely <i>apertivos</i>. Because our <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/mama-mia.html">mother</a> loved going to the theater to see first-run films, and our <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2022/08/mio-padre.html">father</a> didn't, she would take us along to catch the latest Hollywood offerings at Portland movie houses like the Orpheum, the Hollywood, the Oriental and the Baghdad theaters.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The movies were always first rate: <i>Lawrence of Arabia</i>, <i>To Kill a Mockingbird</i>, <i>The Guns of Navarone</i>, <i>How the West Was Won</i>, <i>The Secret of Santa Vittorio</i>, <i>The Magnificent Seven</i>, <i>Breakfast at Tiffany's</i>, <i>A Man for All Seasons, and The Longest Day </i>are examples of films we saw with our mother.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElYVsan9r6TRzDxYmVHDshqdLXhLZrS4UPT7t7p4OQifP3iWkLlmHIY4AZLLbmai-I1iB_EH0o4ioQJvUOHBcgLaBhzF_tyXnB7UKGIr0j7VoLNo5QWXOYcNJ5GIHY_XxBGelSbDOPyBrOasT86ObgFurk2CrkRgsQOAtQ1h3UGvXeNO6T0XocQhEMUOm/s2800/Guns%20of%20Navarone.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1575" data-original-width="2800" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElYVsan9r6TRzDxYmVHDshqdLXhLZrS4UPT7t7p4OQifP3iWkLlmHIY4AZLLbmai-I1iB_EH0o4ioQJvUOHBcgLaBhzF_tyXnB7UKGIr0j7VoLNo5QWXOYcNJ5GIHY_XxBGelSbDOPyBrOasT86ObgFurk2CrkRgsQOAtQ1h3UGvXeNO6T0XocQhEMUOm/w396-h242/Guns%20of%20Navarone.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the summers, the Academy Theatre in Montavilla, just a few blocks from our home on Mt. Tabor, was a frequent hangout, where we would watch something different every week, whether it was a corny sci-fi flick like <i>Frankenstein Vs. The Space Monster</i> or a soapy drama like <i>To Sir With Love</i>.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">By the late 60s, we had our driver's licenses so we struck out on our own with movies like <i>The Graduate</i>, <i>M*A*S*H</i>, <i>Kelly's Heroes, Wild In The Streets </i>and other films. In the waning years of that phenomenon known as "drive-in" movies, we could be found at an all-night James Bond festival.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the 70s, our paths diverged, much like Louis and Lucien in <i>The</i> <i>Corsican Brothers.</i> I left Portland for a summer job at <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2013/08/dream-season.html">Crater Lake</a> and then the University of Oregon to study journalism, and Robert attended Portland State University to pursue a degree in cinema studies.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4740pPwXvx246trZ3TDXySTzJ-jWnpuvMxewvrXj6cjFAF37aYWU5ax3N3cx4y7V0LltQQqdymZRPr-a8rGNvG7WV9jtCcExgvU99Gu0vByAxGHE__Jx6Zcfek_kkGvyh9hXDuhMpBaAzys9fdJ5VY3Uor4I88Ads1uj-rme6KUOF9skzN-VkkfSlWQs/s491/Aladdin.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="491" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4740pPwXvx246trZ3TDXySTzJ-jWnpuvMxewvrXj6cjFAF37aYWU5ax3N3cx4y7V0LltQQqdymZRPr-a8rGNvG7WV9jtCcExgvU99Gu0vByAxGHE__Jx6Zcfek_kkGvyh9hXDuhMpBaAzys9fdJ5VY3Uor4I88Ads1uj-rme6KUOF9skzN-VkkfSlWQs/w396-h268/Aladdin.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">To fund his education, Robert was hired by Solomon (Sol) Maizels, who owned the Aladdin Theatre and several other venues, as general manager and projectionist. Originally a vaudeville house, the Aladdin achieved a degree of notoriety in the 70s for its emphasis on pornographic cinema.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But Robert had absolutely zero interest in porn. Instead, he immersed himself into the intricacies of life as a film projectionist and all aspects of the history and technology of cinema, and he became quite an expert in "the booth" at the Aladdin, Oregon and Walnut Park theaters.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Because of the tarnished reputations of the theaters, my friend <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2017/07/an-uncommon-comic.html">Kelly Tjaden</a> jokingly christened Robert "The Porn King" and the title caught on briefly. But Robert dove into foreign film and was particularly enamored with Federico Fellini, the Italian filmmaker known for his distinctive style.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BfwocJj9WZdp9hNXIehcRaFfpyH9ryRXyO8IjeqbvuRnnUBdSBsLM9-tKtkNZoKHazXMaAFLDOqRl2-6QzuhG3hvLUoHGzUJ4zcA8pcCjkxX6vxScT29ilHbluNH9SIDBm4F7sXc1ks41hTpQdEMnrqSLfAxIzts1s0xRTPiLJmCGppwnNxzBPkJJ3Kx/s3500/FedericoFellini.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2280" data-original-width="3500" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BfwocJj9WZdp9hNXIehcRaFfpyH9ryRXyO8IjeqbvuRnnUBdSBsLM9-tKtkNZoKHazXMaAFLDOqRl2-6QzuhG3hvLUoHGzUJ4zcA8pcCjkxX6vxScT29ilHbluNH9SIDBm4F7sXc1ks41hTpQdEMnrqSLfAxIzts1s0xRTPiLJmCGppwnNxzBPkJJ3Kx/w394-h272/FedericoFellini.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Recognized as one the greatest and most influential filmmakers of all time, Fellini's most famous films include <i>La Strada</i>, <i>8 1/2</i>, <i>La Dolce Vita</i>, <i>Nights of Cabriria</i>, <i>Juliet of the Spirits</i>, and <i>Satyricon</i>. He has been nominated for 16 Academy Awards over the course of his career.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robert was also a big fan of the works of the Swedish film director Ingmar Bergman (<i>The Seventh Seal</i>, <i>Scenes from a Marriage</i>,<i> Fanny and Alexander, Wild Strawberries), and German filmmaker Wim Wenders </i>(<i>Nosferatu, Paris, Texas, Kings of the Road, The American Friend</i>).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the mid-80s, Robert moved to <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2013/11/city-of-brotherly-love.html">Philadelphia</a> and was hired by a nonprofit film theater that focused on artistically significant and socially relevant motion pictures from at home and abroad. He was a universally acknowledged expert in both domestic and international filmmaking.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbBGCMztoxZAXgh-lX4oGPlr2DNChtjBobeVSP3-81p_xk6ecdzcCAZUobtkqVnA1rfxkP2xx4xRM3JjYSsMMNdjyK7T7w4VW6bAJzl2hP97CkbCvL62jLk2K0yPSbIv3rQDwEwtUE-IshsOIlWeLT-ebmCMOSfw-kYIVB4aQPBFthg-QTiYv1r4ZagxV/s259/The%20Simspons.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbBGCMztoxZAXgh-lX4oGPlr2DNChtjBobeVSP3-81p_xk6ecdzcCAZUobtkqVnA1rfxkP2xx4xRM3JjYSsMMNdjyK7T7w4VW6bAJzl2hP97CkbCvL62jLk2K0yPSbIv3rQDwEwtUE-IshsOIlWeLT-ebmCMOSfw-kYIVB4aQPBFthg-QTiYv1r4ZagxV/w396-h273/The%20Simspons.jpeg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">While we both had fond memories of the cartoons we watched as kids, those days were gone until the 80s when a fellow classmate of ours at Lincoln High School, Matt Groening, created </span><i style="font-family: verdana;">The Simpsons.</i><span style="font-family: verdana;"> We became avid fans of the irreverent animated sitcom, and the denizens of Springfield.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">And although we both loved Marvel and DC comics in our youth, Robert didn't have any interest in the big budget films of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. He did, however, enjoy the popular films of the era, including <i><a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2020/03/ghostbusters-daughter.html">Ghostbusters</a></i> and <i>The Big Lebowski</i>, quoting from them frequently.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">From <i>Ghostbusters</i>, his favorite lines were "there is no Dana, only Zulu" and "why am I drippings with goo?." From <i>The Big Lebowski</i>, there were too many to count, but he often cited: "Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, uh, your opinion, man," and "that rug really tied the room together."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSMF0w9IaWYEM14Vlc12dYMxT_C0KhP3bMcPDVbVk1juk6KqM1Z2kERU7gg76cmaw3geuNoOQEjG2InJlJ09BnJE_AfRXc0RnqbwWxucah1R-3vjPj0xGLNVITaWwxR7Cyd6Q82l7fS1Ak9AyHQJ6BjdDXGL4WB-WHWZZzEseh-isJ9dlZHSc5gGDN9Ta/s300/Big%20Lebowski.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSMF0w9IaWYEM14Vlc12dYMxT_C0KhP3bMcPDVbVk1juk6KqM1Z2kERU7gg76cmaw3geuNoOQEjG2InJlJ09BnJE_AfRXc0RnqbwWxucah1R-3vjPj0xGLNVITaWwxR7Cyd6Q82l7fS1Ak9AyHQJ6BjdDXGL4WB-WHWZZzEseh-isJ9dlZHSc5gGDN9Ta/w400-h254/Big%20Lebowski.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div></div><br />Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-88501570583605726852023-07-30T11:29:00.006-07:002023-07-31T06:31:42.234-07:00Who We Played<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRZ1iVwYkYWLDhvzcwRSQ0kBPAtrkRu_HkXFPi9MZB_wTY1nL_eC1CKau_WEnS5NbksVT-gW1enJfULlLbK4U9dcYmAUuMGjxSxtQCZjxy1ve3mThXFsX8sbffkObjo74U9WlmgTxH2bAnb6xoMrSYx1plluRoNoPa2oZZScOZdUmvX6MA7KKQ3M9I-g6/s1280/The%20Who.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRZ1iVwYkYWLDhvzcwRSQ0kBPAtrkRu_HkXFPi9MZB_wTY1nL_eC1CKau_WEnS5NbksVT-gW1enJfULlLbK4U9dcYmAUuMGjxSxtQCZjxy1ve3mThXFsX8sbffkObjo74U9WlmgTxH2bAnb6xoMrSYx1plluRoNoPa2oZZScOZdUmvX6MA7KKQ3M9I-g6/w396-h267/The%20Who.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Growing up for the first half decade with our grandmother, <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/05/renaissance-man.html">Robert and I</a> had no exposure to the "modern" music of the 1950s, which at that time featured the likes of Elvis Presley. Instead, our introduction to music included our great-uncle Paul playing Italian folk songs on his accordion and the Lennon Sisters on the Lawrence Welk Show.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our musical universe expanded very little when our father returned from his remote teaching assignments in various and sundry corners of Oregon for a job a teacher and coach at Evergreen High School. Not exactly a music aficionado, his tastes veered toward Montovani and the Ray Conniff Singers. That all changed radically in with The Beatles.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvwlK1Q4uX4AGLYFS1VCi73cXlxwZeMFXBenhuSdlNIZpaggzr8a1WYuhcRQ_fcHXDS7F54TOUr52zaDFmybCYLLWAkq0vwwjyfFXE-rc0kOuL2LHkyQ3GdPHlLdKFZCpJoGO8J-Q3E-ci9BYL--qhID_BMCYxvOtANMSFQh6kyi73nMIch4CYRDiHL90/s2048/The%20Beatles.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvwlK1Q4uX4AGLYFS1VCi73cXlxwZeMFXBenhuSdlNIZpaggzr8a1WYuhcRQ_fcHXDS7F54TOUr52zaDFmybCYLLWAkq0vwwjyfFXE-rc0kOuL2LHkyQ3GdPHlLdKFZCpJoGO8J-Q3E-ci9BYL--qhID_BMCYxvOtANMSFQh6kyi73nMIch4CYRDiHL90/w399-h281/The%20Beatles.jpg" width="399" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After moving into the family home in 1961, our father purchased a console stereo system, a maple credenza outfitted with radio, turntable and quality speakers. Later, Robert and i received a small, toy-like turntable for kids that played 45s. We immediately stocked up on Beatles records, beginning with "I Want To Hold Your Hand."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon, other bands that constituted the "British Invasion" arrived on the scene: The Yardbirds, The Kinks, Cream, The Rolling Stones and The Who. At the same time, American bands like The Beach Boys and Creedence Clearwater Revival caught our attention. Creedence, in particular, popularized the long-form guitar solo with their rendition of "Suzie Q."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Qytg96IN2GqSv7MeiiHIejd7yNYyvvsZcYo5ubQtb4wcmQP-oMRZZKJdk1NypK-NRmEhHiAudbpxORAuuG2R0EYuEX32TtU64Dv8ygKwSJrcaciV8t1ZcMdbILRlI-xJvxakks8tusHJKRv7Fjh8y41kopbjpQjM2ybsCiqonsuiIhQU4-lV9pitmnvL/s550/Sgt.%20Pepper's.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="550" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Qytg96IN2GqSv7MeiiHIejd7yNYyvvsZcYo5ubQtb4wcmQP-oMRZZKJdk1NypK-NRmEhHiAudbpxORAuuG2R0EYuEX32TtU64Dv8ygKwSJrcaciV8t1ZcMdbILRlI-xJvxakks8tusHJKRv7Fjh8y41kopbjpQjM2ybsCiqonsuiIhQU4-lV9pitmnvL/w403-h283/Sgt.%20Pepper's.jpg" width="403" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Although other rock and roll bands, especially The Rolling Stones, were becoming increasingly popular, The Beatles were the clear leader, arguably the most successful act of the 20th century, contributing to music, film, literature, art and fashion. impacting popular culture and lifestyle. As their hair grew longer, so did the follicles of young men everywhere.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the Beatles broke up in 1970, the natural successor was The Rolling Stones, their chief rival. We saw the Stones in Seattle in 1972 in a spectacular show that also also featured Stevie Wonder. The Stones, who pioneered the gritty, rhythmically driven sound that came to define hard rock,</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> had clearly moved to to the front of the line.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtqwnXqZpIBdvjMXloqbr9jfK-pu-hpnhhEW-z_8hfKRRdddPbdFqeiLb4C7VVGJEXqPvyq3l52-KVrenntmQwicbq3jJWx4kcIimOXJrRpHec-S-W0i18h6lTSL0W0tIcyMGjOJY3kPdrae2SUw33BGto0YE-hoy6IuRh0GVWVYo_350Iw7rTMIKygJS/s1000/Rolling-Stones-GettyImages-74293329-1000x600.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1000" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtqwnXqZpIBdvjMXloqbr9jfK-pu-hpnhhEW-z_8hfKRRdddPbdFqeiLb4C7VVGJEXqPvyq3l52-KVrenntmQwicbq3jJWx4kcIimOXJrRpHec-S-W0i18h6lTSL0W0tIcyMGjOJY3kPdrae2SUw33BGto0YE-hoy6IuRh0GVWVYo_350Iw7rTMIKygJS/w406-h246/Rolling-Stones-GettyImages-74293329-1000x600.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yet for Robert and me, another English band would supplant The Rolling Stones (above) at the top of our list: <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2016/05/who-we-are.html">The Who</a>. Lead guitarist/chief songwriter Pete Townshend fashioned the rock opera "Tommy" in 1969 and followed that with perhaps the best live album ever recorded: "Live at Leeds." The Who would remain at the top of our lists for many years.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Other English rock and roll bands that soon caught our attention (or at least the ones we gravitated to) included Cream, Pink Floyd (below), The Moody Blues, The Kinks, The Yardbirds, The Spencer Davis Group, Small Faces and the Animals. We considered the others, like Herman's Hermits, as either forgettable or one-hit wonders.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMw6dX5JDAzWO2ONrV0EGcoGXiFB98ho2vOZKOrDyuUljmgoXVEh92eleunsIfeTDN093gun-2pbXnwpv7N1PHIwAxf6OrFoXEzSHCJ2wsb_-nRLfbhqIoiwSTrUVzIr8RN0BeGN-R4OpKHT4t3x4z5cy4TxDPD4fRutEP8lVxsBzkO5JD7ljD1srfoZT/s1000/Pink-Floyd-GettyImages-74290466.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1000" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMw6dX5JDAzWO2ONrV0EGcoGXiFB98ho2vOZKOrDyuUljmgoXVEh92eleunsIfeTDN093gun-2pbXnwpv7N1PHIwAxf6OrFoXEzSHCJ2wsb_-nRLfbhqIoiwSTrUVzIr8RN0BeGN-R4OpKHT4t3x4z5cy4TxDPD4fRutEP8lVxsBzkO5JD7ljD1srfoZT/w410-h265/Pink-Floyd-GettyImages-74290466.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In those days, radio was our source for new music, and the popular American bands that we enjoyed were The Beach Boys, The Byrds, Buffalo Springfield, Grateful Dead, Santana, Steve Miller Band, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Velvet Underground, and from among the first of the supergroups, Crosby Stills, Nash and Young.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In 1968, we discovered KINK-FM, a fresh Portland radio station with a diverse playlist including rock, acoustic, jazz, folk, pop, blues, reggae and new age. As a result, our musical tastes expanded widely, especially when it came to jazz musicians, like Charlie Parker, John Coltrane and Miles Davis, and blues musicians like B.B. King and John Lee Hooker.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7GDgpGr8O-F2RJTdW7BftcVeBgsJP1xmoXcEPxKpNnwhRhgICJQJHD5MKL13C_sjAUQ-zO6WC-njLcM4zT-VxvRBQhFzP8MnzzbpoLovLvj6PHpj3draB4lEi6MxXIK4P4TfhbSZShAWIkO-FTZjhW5cSkaIi55E7ZHwl6U2lphkVXhYmcEWh1tp5fj3/s1581/miles-davis-15-essential-albums-36cfea97-6c12-493e-967c-7661f6c08b72.jpg.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1054" data-original-width="1581" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7GDgpGr8O-F2RJTdW7BftcVeBgsJP1xmoXcEPxKpNnwhRhgICJQJHD5MKL13C_sjAUQ-zO6WC-njLcM4zT-VxvRBQhFzP8MnzzbpoLovLvj6PHpj3draB4lEi6MxXIK4P4TfhbSZShAWIkO-FTZjhW5cSkaIi55E7ZHwl6U2lphkVXhYmcEWh1tp5fj3/w414-h263/miles-davis-15-essential-albums-36cfea97-6c12-493e-967c-7661f6c08b72.jpg.webp" width="414" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Over the years, our tastes expanded to include many more genres of music including classical and international, especially as Robert furthered his career in cinema studies, and we would discuss movie soundtracks often. The only genre we avoided was country-western, with the exception of Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and Emmylou Harris.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But one of Robert's favorites remained Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, an American band from California whose work focused on the use of sonic experimentation, innovative album art and elaborate live shows. Legend has it that Robert's most famous brush with celebrity was when he rode along with Zappa to Joe's Garage for a promotional shoot.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh16cVLowxYELg3fQMn1WkcPOIjN1wsRYggKdjQ41-nKAMBng7pZ9UjpWxXj5b3qglsMYdcqttZG_RvJCBGbCrcW0_4bjMz8jweOo6iUTG4q-3D9YQijzsMz2Y-mtuPaRl7EEqy5clNi45uK-YxVcPJUsTGtlgY4PI4JtjTEfz7XRRbFkUXLqhrubbA-zBk/s2000/Zappa.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1250" data-original-width="2000" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh16cVLowxYELg3fQMn1WkcPOIjN1wsRYggKdjQ41-nKAMBng7pZ9UjpWxXj5b3qglsMYdcqttZG_RvJCBGbCrcW0_4bjMz8jweOo6iUTG4q-3D9YQijzsMz2Y-mtuPaRl7EEqy5clNi45uK-YxVcPJUsTGtlgY4PI4JtjTEfz7XRRbFkUXLqhrubbA-zBk/w417-h259/Zappa.jpg" width="417" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><p></p></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-71998021732998050002023-06-23T14:56:00.003-07:002023-07-30T15:01:55.081-07:00That's A Wrap<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_FJa-sM8lXTEMqCF5Pt02eCXded0uNDa7XTGKQ2V_4QCTMgrsu7bkwIygo0PnyoQ9zM8zhB6QRoWXuTPcGo1DQabr9srEYbbWuEUjIBPAIMqxgD3iipZi5RiWafG8I6D8Xyfp9vyboZnN_asMri-wshXnYzHKCReHP8cXEOSDJTepqs5eB3VgX72iw/s1280/UO%20PRSSA%20'22-'23.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_FJa-sM8lXTEMqCF5Pt02eCXded0uNDa7XTGKQ2V_4QCTMgrsu7bkwIygo0PnyoQ9zM8zhB6QRoWXuTPcGo1DQabr9srEYbbWuEUjIBPAIMqxgD3iipZi5RiWafG8I6D8Xyfp9vyboZnN_asMri-wshXnYzHKCReHP8cXEOSDJTepqs5eB3VgX72iw/w395-h282/UO%20PRSSA%20'22-'23.jpeg" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After an extended hiatus from in-person activities and professional development tours due to the pandemic, the UO Chapter of the Public Relations Society of America reemerged in a big way with trips to Eugene, <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/02/beyond-blip.html">Seattle</a> and <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/05/stumptown-soiree.html">Portland</a>, and a wildly successful fundraising event called PRom.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAOgtbAXx2YqQh_ioqF-ytTIgQSMzBj0ew310QNel9Wzw96LkT7tluAHsqT8XB61AJB4gudsOLvogwX5j7RLa0Sp-3TaZbD9rs0_xuZufo0H5saYwGYRqKQxmMn5OvKwnHEMx78hJ_E1ND5YKDfbzFipkneaE4TievbPZugreYp7SqKrjGYUYs4ya8XSKG/s1446/PRSSA%20Circle.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="1446" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAOgtbAXx2YqQh_ioqF-ytTIgQSMzBj0ew310QNel9Wzw96LkT7tluAHsqT8XB61AJB4gudsOLvogwX5j7RLa0Sp-3TaZbD9rs0_xuZufo0H5saYwGYRqKQxmMn5OvKwnHEMx78hJ_E1ND5YKDfbzFipkneaE4TievbPZugreYp7SqKrjGYUYs4ya8XSKG/w396-h273/PRSSA%20Circle.jpeg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Seattle excursion had an inauspicious start when an 18-wheeler wiped out on I-5, closing all northbound lanes near the Canby rest area for several hours. Northbound traffic, including those of us heading to Seattle, Washington, was painstakingly re-routed through the rest area.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8S-6IHpEmz-NLITEs2AR98DjGtMSSajL_TLOcnyTkY3GxuTGGK1DWtFcpW1f7olrbV__-KYPPsq_TO4LEH-8htzm-ME9YUEMPl6Q6T6ABDrmImIMS-QgQBmILnCe02KzXw6SzjQbeKtEcePrFlAVOQ3QcJbW9ket_qH2Ze5DjW2Cu0XPPRIdrkUAvsNWa/s4270/Liz.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3077" data-original-width="4270" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8S-6IHpEmz-NLITEs2AR98DjGtMSSajL_TLOcnyTkY3GxuTGGK1DWtFcpW1f7olrbV__-KYPPsq_TO4LEH-8htzm-ME9YUEMPl6Q6T6ABDrmImIMS-QgQBmILnCe02KzXw6SzjQbeKtEcePrFlAVOQ3QcJbW9ket_qH2Ze5DjW2Cu0XPPRIdrkUAvsNWa/w397-h289/Liz.JPG" width="397" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">It literally took us two hours to travel eight miles at a crawl from the Aurora exit to the Wilsonville exit, where we stopped for lunch. Continuing on up 1-5, we made it through Portland traffic without incident and finally reached our hotel in North Seattle a full nine hours after leaving Eugene.</span><p></p></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRLDZjrAAdPhmdmxvxHxljCq_A6hU6BwAaFo41aBSuEO4dHIzVGK1kT8GygLh9MbJpEp8ryDBy33XlbeaSTXZXUv5JKBA3cHIb-F6VsZKsPwmyWHH6YgFga2KR6Lz4zTc-S-Yg1ehanzHAfFETQWJ5NnR1YxMd1bPiWNuVehpI8kLXvZ7UxoLEO0znJKI/s3952/Athenian.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2964" data-original-width="3952" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRLDZjrAAdPhmdmxvxHxljCq_A6hU6BwAaFo41aBSuEO4dHIzVGK1kT8GygLh9MbJpEp8ryDBy33XlbeaSTXZXUv5JKBA3cHIb-F6VsZKsPwmyWHH6YgFga2KR6Lz4zTc-S-Yg1ehanzHAfFETQWJ5NnR1YxMd1bPiWNuVehpI8kLXvZ7UxoLEO0znJKI/w398-h281/Athenian.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Arriving at the Hotel Nexus, I adjourned to adjacent Saffron Grill and met Josh, a Latin teacher at a local Catholic school by day and bartender by night. Josh educated me on the finer points of making a rum tiki masala and more. I find that bartenders are some of the most interesting people.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja14t5lPRIK2Ok68U06Vj2GB42ZOqRWstPgZM427QA9MjBJ3qqWIL323qWtVwGd-ulxFlAobYdJq2rSQQwXxVU_86mwUJLyZn2MWHvtubwUKfq92nxgwAE4-b2xmDgfBL98zCQongPUjBtOmo2seLsidCZIjp1gNBlqXCqGn71zW06BCYaY3CHPn1nd7kz/s3456/WE%20Communications.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja14t5lPRIK2Ok68U06Vj2GB42ZOqRWstPgZM427QA9MjBJ3qqWIL323qWtVwGd-ulxFlAobYdJq2rSQQwXxVU_86mwUJLyZn2MWHvtubwUKfq92nxgwAE4-b2xmDgfBL98zCQongPUjBtOmo2seLsidCZIjp1gNBlqXCqGn71zW06BCYaY3CHPn1nd7kz/w398-h258/WE%20Communications.JPG" width="398" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">For the next two days, we toured WE Communications in Bellevue, then InkHouse Public Relations, Starbucks Headquarters and The Fearey Group in Seattle. Despite the busy schedule, we had time to tour the Pike Place Market on the Seattle waterfront and Pioneer Square.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcRHz8h6utaLBzK0r3NGhFLgGDjS30O5GHaa_JnjNsY10OrUCMO1qGnPJOcTdLHa5dQwd--I3TGhgymrKrDxMusRQftCsQubqZFRIXTW2y04FbeurgB1jUa8JGu_pgNmhTFeAX1gka6MLBrZqkrUD3OZyAEoc6L3MTShjgek9UD8Dm1jtmhR-If4erh4Z/s3456/Casey%20Olsen.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="2304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcRHz8h6utaLBzK0r3NGhFLgGDjS30O5GHaa_JnjNsY10OrUCMO1qGnPJOcTdLHa5dQwd--I3TGhgymrKrDxMusRQftCsQubqZFRIXTW2y04FbeurgB1jUa8JGu_pgNmhTFeAX1gka6MLBrZqkrUD3OZyAEoc6L3MTShjgek9UD8Dm1jtmhR-If4erh4Z/s320/Casey%20Olsen.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">On our Portland trip, we visited Edelman Public Relations, where Account Supervisor (and former UO PRSSA Progamming Director) Casey Olsen, led a lively discussion on how Edelman helps its clients achieve their business goals. Next up was Gard Communications, where I was able to visit with my former students Hannah Smith and Liz Vargas, now both working as public relations account managers for the agency.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaX00l77-l0tbDwzRVBetEN2cvOuCtMDt7NSdJn1SzhepQ6QLAC_DDnPJx4sGSToH-OnEdSKGSqqLDLZfPGhtm2JjUMZ7knRrfeTTJ3haiCxUqVsSv2f9bwWP-e1x6koqTv_kgujK84-FvB_ruT_bPy1WH0wqdBFvTPP0qSn-QQlNPeC-AV_Xym__NiG6/s3279/Providence.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2273" data-original-width="3279" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaX00l77-l0tbDwzRVBetEN2cvOuCtMDt7NSdJn1SzhepQ6QLAC_DDnPJx4sGSToH-OnEdSKGSqqLDLZfPGhtm2JjUMZ7knRrfeTTJ3haiCxUqVsSv2f9bwWP-e1x6koqTv_kgujK84-FvB_ruT_bPy1WH0wqdBFvTPP0qSn-QQlNPeC-AV_Xym__NiG6/w395-h272/Providence.JPG" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The finale of the day was a visit to Providence Park, home of the Portland Timbers and Portland Thorn men's and women's soccer teams, where we learned about sports marketing. For me, it was my first visit to the park since I played varsity baseball there for Lincoln High School back in the day.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJA3SrThE6b3_H2HO0gdEJxdrVkcKDaFcGGxnPEDBlZuLqqaUpTTj-miESsV039jcqgi1ZcRcZIXDmS-OQ9Adc5Xb-UPW4UtDAQAkt_HfFjK7ICbxF48WQ4z7yYnLRw4FtAl176zJE_RCJErFtWQ4PboUWbAiW4nsmNK43RmBzIlGixH_z0KDDPXcI_iDS/s3409/Home%20plate.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2272" data-original-width="3409" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJA3SrThE6b3_H2HO0gdEJxdrVkcKDaFcGGxnPEDBlZuLqqaUpTTj-miESsV039jcqgi1ZcRcZIXDmS-OQ9Adc5Xb-UPW4UtDAQAkt_HfFjK7ICbxF48WQ4z7yYnLRw4FtAl176zJE_RCJErFtWQ4PboUWbAiW4nsmNK43RmBzIlGixH_z0KDDPXcI_iDS/w395-h252/Home%20plate.JPG" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the 1960's, I spent many summer evenings (in what was known then as Multnomah Stadium) watching the Portland Beavers, which featured future stars like Luis Tiant, Lou Pinella and Sam McDowell. The park has been significantly upgraded since I last played baseball there in 1971.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOwdUsAlEwhvtDwW5gbgsQYRbegms5Qv4XMpa9YxBK-5tACMv7MfkAyYBtvSbKJG01CNCwsug5kICeoG4DOlYlQKhF2obJz8dcteQjvAdtAvGzClGaS3vtMnpdwjj73YOpD2NA2RhMykaOPNGv1cjblBGzZn4D_lx3Mft9p1nrpAv-XwTlKuoFamWnhdm/s4560/UOPRSSA_PRom2023_082.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="4560" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOwdUsAlEwhvtDwW5gbgsQYRbegms5Qv4XMpa9YxBK-5tACMv7MfkAyYBtvSbKJG01CNCwsug5kICeoG4DOlYlQKhF2obJz8dcteQjvAdtAvGzClGaS3vtMnpdwjj73YOpD2NA2RhMykaOPNGv1cjblBGzZn4D_lx3Mft9p1nrpAv-XwTlKuoFamWnhdm/w395-h286/UOPRSSA_PRom2023_082.JPG" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The coup de grâce was PRom, a fundraiser devised by the UO PRSSA leadership team (below). As many college students missed the own proms due to the pandemic, the team believed the event would be successful. It was, with more than 150 tickets sold, and a good time was had by all.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsog32g1h5a1I5C_jzSIWvoysjM7Atvb3M1bpAOcKpaZyBp8pkcagHNBLxQzhvdi3Tu2843NqqatWrPqCvOvyf4V_iohftoVJF3SSFW0llPaaqG6Dhrz055JxF_1C3SnovUHD5dLJAXBPytLTryDzT9Tlgymw9W_YZOP1yYGTrkDCM7mO6kvrX4jr_Ot9T/s3472/UOPRSSA_PRom2023_129.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2778" data-original-width="3472" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsog32g1h5a1I5C_jzSIWvoysjM7Atvb3M1bpAOcKpaZyBp8pkcagHNBLxQzhvdi3Tu2843NqqatWrPqCvOvyf4V_iohftoVJF3SSFW0llPaaqG6Dhrz055JxF_1C3SnovUHD5dLJAXBPytLTryDzT9Tlgymw9W_YZOP1yYGTrkDCM7mO6kvrX4jr_Ot9T/w394-h289/UOPRSSA_PRom2023_129.JPG" width="394" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-11004039026363259532023-06-09T06:41:00.020-07:002023-06-09T12:34:11.301-07:00Dog Whisperer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmlGZAhnQTZUoVWJ9B7qqbyBNeKRilhxlsp82bML5tTYofPpdRESYIB0EZFcgstYzT0RrmJL-hDiLRc_y33YlXWDVH9WX27Ka96d1131qhDbo2YAXaUGD0ySzQkTJggE9edLTi7xXoZARMLod1AKst3KEscTThKKIouQNokeh3Jh03QmTLaJsXijmwUw/s589/Dog%20Whisperer.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="589" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmlGZAhnQTZUoVWJ9B7qqbyBNeKRilhxlsp82bML5tTYofPpdRESYIB0EZFcgstYzT0RrmJL-hDiLRc_y33YlXWDVH9WX27Ka96d1131qhDbo2YAXaUGD0ySzQkTJggE9edLTi7xXoZARMLod1AKst3KEscTThKKIouQNokeh3Jh03QmTLaJsXijmwUw/w392-h288/Dog%20Whisperer.jpeg" width="392" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Growing up in Portland, Oregon, we weren't allowed to have dogs in the family home. Mom might have approved, but she wasn't in charge. Dad ruled the roost, and he said "absolutely not." So naturally, when the five siblings grew up left the nest, we all immediately adopted canine companions.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZH60dXmvDR3X1OLUdFzo9JuCQw451JGid-AkbprgZdigZ6w7Brp69jL0qALRMZ7qyb3WURgTDGrv28BwC8YUXtTCdQuhJOBAnJ3HzDTx30oM66Fov0IOFrqGHlyDgO7WHncIjZOwPghZM5vdo_HqX30tRlRScVdYxZLk1i2nLj9cNZENhj1lck-wLsg/s346/Becky,%20Annie%20Robert,%20Nadja%202.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="346" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZH60dXmvDR3X1OLUdFzo9JuCQw451JGid-AkbprgZdigZ6w7Brp69jL0qALRMZ7qyb3WURgTDGrv28BwC8YUXtTCdQuhJOBAnJ3HzDTx30oM66Fov0IOFrqGHlyDgO7WHncIjZOwPghZM5vdo_HqX30tRlRScVdYxZLk1i2nLj9cNZENhj1lck-wLsg/w392-h264/Becky,%20Annie%20Robert,%20Nadja%202.jpeg" width="392" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robert was the first in our family to buy a dog, and he preferred the Airedale Terrier. Originating in the Valley of the River Aire near Yorkshire, England, Airedales are known as "King of the Terriers" because they are the largest of the terrier breeds. Soon after, we all had pups of our own.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkftYoypJnsM4kwZblONGMetuI0l9KnLbN70Ynv2-KemHRfmmK4DAE5gdB1Ghj7B-TQKdmdPkZXhzOBl2mWnJS8ENuEQlP8zzMSPCHEZNoqnAClasOkhHqvhtDUq4A6zwcQPwMjNDSwwkVPsoy9RmkmbV8j7JBgaJ_CwOEMA6ynINGgMPOh40qZjSng/s1372/Atop%20Sugarloaf%20Mountain%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="1372" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkftYoypJnsM4kwZblONGMetuI0l9KnLbN70Ynv2-KemHRfmmK4DAE5gdB1Ghj7B-TQKdmdPkZXhzOBl2mWnJS8ENuEQlP8zzMSPCHEZNoqnAClasOkhHqvhtDUq4A6zwcQPwMjNDSwwkVPsoy9RmkmbV8j7JBgaJ_CwOEMA6ynINGgMPOh40qZjSng/w393-h272/Atop%20Sugarloaf%20Mountain%20copy.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Eventually, Robert branched out a bit with Bouviers, known officially as "Bouvier de Flanders," a herding breed originating in Flanders, Belgium. Both Airedales and Bouviers are intelligent, loyal and familial breeds that were -- in the days before security systems -- great watch dogs.</span></div><div><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #4d5156;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(77, 81, 86); font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="color: #4d5156;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVdKO-tBF5XycymWoePj359Xi14tmxEnFAFzd95UYJ53shX1XsI4ub13UjxYjRcnSPhD56bzDfjh3Q5hNOru466Vb7xWLkAcQzOycQbahsvuglZNVFBODFbsj4mammgyUDIAKhAaZq5hiGesrLg1XNIFkvKi_uUeZjJmcuEoRSEl62oLV1vi7P18t5g/s377/Guido,%20Nadja,%20Annie%202.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="377" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVdKO-tBF5XycymWoePj359Xi14tmxEnFAFzd95UYJ53shX1XsI4ub13UjxYjRcnSPhD56bzDfjh3Q5hNOru466Vb7xWLkAcQzOycQbahsvuglZNVFBODFbsj4mammgyUDIAKhAaZq5hiGesrLg1XNIFkvKi_uUeZjJmcuEoRSEl62oLV1vi7P18t5g/w393-h250/Guido,%20Nadja,%20Annie%202.jpeg" width="393" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(77, 81, 86); font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLV1MPGSAyS2qnvGqeLQ2uarwrIbDbikJVa9UGkbDelJmN53bq4ZAWStrBqy9BpCc12mIidLgIcwINhGUQFJeuZ4mm06goXNnnCW0AohNXimtQFsVSzq51AIn6mGTeOLvaz70IGpo5MmlCB05AYDBc4_7nbldR0pbj_4cUIe4umhteOlSbCxllJgzilQ/s808/Funk-ay%20and%20Groove-ay%20copy%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="649" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLV1MPGSAyS2qnvGqeLQ2uarwrIbDbikJVa9UGkbDelJmN53bq4ZAWStrBqy9BpCc12mIidLgIcwINhGUQFJeuZ4mm06goXNnnCW0AohNXimtQFsVSzq51AIn6mGTeOLvaz70IGpo5MmlCB05AYDBc4_7nbldR0pbj_4cUIe4umhteOlSbCxllJgzilQ/s320/Funk-ay%20and%20Groove-ay%20copy%20(1).jpg" width="257" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In 1985, Robert left the City of Roses to attend a dog training and school in College Station, Pennsylvania, where he met his wife, Elaine Petrov, also a dog lover. He remained in Philadelphia, and pursued another passion, cinema studies, as projectionist and film curator at International House Philadelphia.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robert, our resident expert on canines, provided counsel and guidance as we adopted many other breeds, including Golden Retrievers, Labradors, English Bulldogs and more. He maintained his passion for dogs <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/05/renaissance-man.html">throughout his lifetime</a> and will be remembered as our "dog whisperer."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5YLju8-53fO177cRl5Zkob4vJ7YIeNLUI_sEYh_MZ2Yb4SuEk_iD3KNAXU2Ritx4PdXL6WtOFW0VZFwYtEKsdQzXqPOgANv9Fp5dz-7usHWH8XRPtT7gm-u6TFtm1qLRmiNKc8JKb9notQh4pifjHUEimkeTOWjfwU9Q3Ab03LuVKbP5Jfcs7798XuQ/s2926/IMG_1729.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2152" data-original-width="2926" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5YLju8-53fO177cRl5Zkob4vJ7YIeNLUI_sEYh_MZ2Yb4SuEk_iD3KNAXU2Ritx4PdXL6WtOFW0VZFwYtEKsdQzXqPOgANv9Fp5dz-7usHWH8XRPtT7gm-u6TFtm1qLRmiNKc8JKb9notQh4pifjHUEimkeTOWjfwU9Q3Ab03LuVKbP5Jfcs7798XuQ/w392-h285/IMG_1729.JPG" width="392" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-42782279052365982522023-05-20T16:08:00.717-07:002023-10-07T07:27:04.866-07:00Renaissance Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WKOkuDQOTpsCT3AD6DLiIr0fDW2keE0LUoO1CSay3a_jrx3UkwEjYPP3q4HF-VK-feiBV-D5CEIRofY4an74uCllgZDPVOOFohmF55NJiZWt2BtwQsfItJgozx7QXFg8PsRw1V_xRWpVxjkfSUKjhP8rnWuN1oufnJ_OO6WxAGAsj-yK28vBIT3izA/s324/Robert%20Cinespeak.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="324" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WKOkuDQOTpsCT3AD6DLiIr0fDW2keE0LUoO1CSay3a_jrx3UkwEjYPP3q4HF-VK-feiBV-D5CEIRofY4an74uCllgZDPVOOFohmF55NJiZWt2BtwQsfItJgozx7QXFg8PsRw1V_xRWpVxjkfSUKjhP8rnWuN1oufnJ_OO6WxAGAsj-yK28vBIT3izA/w392-h304/Robert%20Cinespeak.jpeg" width="392" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sometimes there's a man -- I won't say a hero, because what's a hero? -- but sometimes there's a man, and I'm talking about <a href="https://www.inquirer.com/arts/international-house-philadelphia-film-curator-20231006.html">Robert Emilio Cargni-Mitchell</a> here. Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He just kind of fits right in there -- a renaissance man.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPwZLofXZTjv_Q0iSa4EypC4Uor1AxtF6DYe6k86jFxXoAueqBuFD7b5fcqCBSH-v59L0BkdeL46jKch3QFroFHTHgUTqrMzIS_B_CprzJYNas7-h1xDISB4mpOgMgG3cPB6jMozG0ObZCuIN3Zgv8nO-vBDjLnKx-YJRqLvkOhZsKG1pbkbqlSTscw/s506/Robert%20HS%20Grad.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="371" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPwZLofXZTjv_Q0iSa4EypC4Uor1AxtF6DYe6k86jFxXoAueqBuFD7b5fcqCBSH-v59L0BkdeL46jKch3QFroFHTHgUTqrMzIS_B_CprzJYNas7-h1xDISB4mpOgMgG3cPB6jMozG0ObZCuIN3Zgv8nO-vBDjLnKx-YJRqLvkOhZsKG1pbkbqlSTscw/w230-h320/Robert%20HS%20Grad.jpeg" width="230" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Beloved brother, uncle, great-uncle, friend and colleague, Robert passed away at home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on Monday, May 1. Born Robert Cameron Mitchell in Portland, Oregon on February 18, 1954 to Charlotte Nitta Cargni Mitchell and Ralph Cameron Mitchell, he joined the family with his older brother, John, and later, Richard, Carla and Stephanie.</span><div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK90ctLtcBA2bUudTQYBn7x-QrJDRzyvILLcXk7KqEK82_va3Xj7SWNJOvd_J8zQrKgYGGf_T5Rhdjo840ocwICzFmUoIMHR-XBUPBkcFonriptZcKfGvtgZtgs02L8qaV7onv4xbJ0Xrv7NlQPRNEshaisiPgOAOq-f44SiQz0z71gi8NaSfLfcPf3A/s475/Cargnis%20and%20Mitchells%202.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="475" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK90ctLtcBA2bUudTQYBn7x-QrJDRzyvILLcXk7KqEK82_va3Xj7SWNJOvd_J8zQrKgYGGf_T5Rhdjo840ocwICzFmUoIMHR-XBUPBkcFonriptZcKfGvtgZtgs02L8qaV7onv4xbJ0Xrv7NlQPRNEshaisiPgOAOq-f44SiQz0z71gi8NaSfLfcPf3A/w393-h285/Cargnis%20and%20Mitchells%202.jpeg" width="393" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Robert grew up in East Portland on Mt. Tabor, attending Ascension Catholic Grade School and Mt. Tabor Elementary School, and graduated from Lincoln High School. A lifelong learner, Robert matriculated at Portland State University, University of Oregon and University of Pennsylvania.</span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaY8_6jyDcOC6jb7-r2Cd0BOKXnKXOoUOtz5oNIGzAlu499sKZPPq6w50iR67uj6-DN6OMYdN46QVwEjsIsNO9hk2DXodFRX5QnmSedeK7b9f8prhPrdxTFLULX-tWf30rLRoD89VwJe12hwFLx9r3FSz6YU8FFlujaRswTJVC0Btqa0m0agdyQxhbLg/s1936/Family%20Album%20002%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1461" data-original-width="1936" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaY8_6jyDcOC6jb7-r2Cd0BOKXnKXOoUOtz5oNIGzAlu499sKZPPq6w50iR67uj6-DN6OMYdN46QVwEjsIsNO9hk2DXodFRX5QnmSedeK7b9f8prhPrdxTFLULX-tWf30rLRoD89VwJe12hwFLx9r3FSz6YU8FFlujaRswTJVC0Btqa0m0agdyQxhbLg/w395-h294/Family%20Album%20002%202.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were raised in a matriarchy by our Italian grandmother, <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2010/06/mia-nonna.html">Gemma Emilia Brichetto Cargni</a>, and our <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/mama-mia.html">mother</a> for the first half decade of our lives. Our <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2022/08/mio-padre.html">father</a>, a school teacher, worked in remote locations of Oregon. We didn't really know our father until he secured a teaching position in Portland.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnscjfKFpjM8VSnA-2vJ1R6OC3_lnBlYOiMMtNkAkGOPtp4XUqG8cOpb3mUeUekpz-PZCrH2lH55ylhrIypGVdDyMR4bboHu6A8_Z_IJ00HEkMj_VzUA09c_JamzfAqSu74OWhG2RACVyIbnZ3Bhroe3FeZcZ12SrmGT600J62Jm1PQd1Ywqp5Na-iw/s1842/Family%20Album%20003%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1509" data-original-width="1842" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnscjfKFpjM8VSnA-2vJ1R6OC3_lnBlYOiMMtNkAkGOPtp4XUqG8cOpb3mUeUekpz-PZCrH2lH55ylhrIypGVdDyMR4bboHu6A8_Z_IJ00HEkMj_VzUA09c_JamzfAqSu74OWhG2RACVyIbnZ3Bhroe3FeZcZ12SrmGT600J62Jm1PQd1Ywqp5Na-iw/w395-h297/Family%20Album%20003%202.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In 1958, the family moved to the Cherry Park neighborhood on the eastern outskirts of Portland and welcomed Richard and Carla into the family. In 1961, we moved to the Mt. Tabor neighborhood, closer to Ascension Catholic Grade School and welcomed Stephanie, completing our family of five.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnG85m3XABBdsaM18VjabJ1o4VOSIZF-ZEuTED3Xxz7j3ZvylDOEgL2Jh-z0zlfWo7Yma4wP3POow242wPKHkO0-vj-YcoaCCHv56moidbIUHA10ugVqDeECvwj6II_ovMgkhXp42_FGoD3OHG2oz6AVYeagAgCRubyUEXzuJZCtBhhowDvPyXaLLEA/s1913/King's%20Drive-In%20copy.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1267" data-original-width="1913" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnG85m3XABBdsaM18VjabJ1o4VOSIZF-ZEuTED3Xxz7j3ZvylDOEgL2Jh-z0zlfWo7Yma4wP3POow242wPKHkO0-vj-YcoaCCHv56moidbIUHA10ugVqDeECvwj6II_ovMgkhXp42_FGoD3OHG2oz6AVYeagAgCRubyUEXzuJZCtBhhowDvPyXaLLEA/w395-h274/King's%20Drive-In%20copy.jpeg" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">We played on various and sundry sports teams, particularly baseball, and one year competed on the same club, Kings Drive-In, coached by our Dad, in the Montavilla Little League (Robert is first row, far left; John is top row, third from the right; Dad is the second coach from the right).</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJnRkFzIDsFsyGUi168m2qbTj-vRJ7R0Ehw_UodnnI2iuQrl3qImAbcdHnrVj5XtWYVPo7TX1YvhxygHB0bzmt89mTWPBUa0N-hr3s2ppvpGONRaq0okz3xV2eqzb_dl53m6fYsrr0u4aqIGHHwIoU0JMD2thn-fdjngO1Lz-8-Gi6xN5amL-wyWwpqg/s2633/Beach%20House.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1846" data-original-width="2633" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJnRkFzIDsFsyGUi168m2qbTj-vRJ7R0Ehw_UodnnI2iuQrl3qImAbcdHnrVj5XtWYVPo7TX1YvhxygHB0bzmt89mTWPBUa0N-hr3s2ppvpGONRaq0okz3xV2eqzb_dl53m6fYsrr0u4aqIGHHwIoU0JMD2thn-fdjngO1Lz-8-Gi6xN5amL-wyWwpqg/w398-h282/Beach%20House.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the mid-1960s, Dad bought beachfront property in Road's End, the northernmost village in Lincoln City on the Central Oregon Coast. All of us at one point or another spent weekends during the school year and summers helping build and finish the structure over a period of time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZxCh3GBexj31Idoay9iAUaIV1tPC1NgO7jiE5irE3t6nZIQ0tOCPF0Oyb_Oca_PI_Wk7xORQL9FSiY8DXX1lvwtAwZu397jfPBB8tl_7f0xK3wBqws6dvAUmgQ4Dax2e9s5-Yir2C9hw1OGsfS-gnlekcI6scR2R3nOJwN5NgaOWnvI1KjZIa1jvkg/s3148/023.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2112" data-original-width="3148" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZxCh3GBexj31Idoay9iAUaIV1tPC1NgO7jiE5irE3t6nZIQ0tOCPF0Oyb_Oca_PI_Wk7xORQL9FSiY8DXX1lvwtAwZu397jfPBB8tl_7f0xK3wBqws6dvAUmgQ4Dax2e9s5-Yir2C9hw1OGsfS-gnlekcI6scR2R3nOJwN5NgaOWnvI1KjZIa1jvkg/w397-h261/023.jpg" width="397" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">The siblings also accompanied their father on weekend camping excursions in the High Cascades of Oregon. Later, the </span><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">boys joined their father on mountain climbing expeditions, particularly <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2019/12/loowit-big-bang-theory.html">Mt. St. Helens</a>,</span> <span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2019/12/pahto-forgotten-giant.html">Mt. Adams</a> and <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2019/11/wonders-of-wyeast.html">Mt. Hood</a> (Robert, standing toward the front on the left, below).</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSzK_aj7j-4-i8ypFu-fB_gMLuAtU6AWpr1-2bFN6mbrd8BvHAN5ofCkm9VxbpfwTc1X_xlC_GjS5eFbDgh9rnYhA52rTHMOsQwuqnhgPPDidXtFqHaX4g3rxpTOXTOYu9lHTJzHGVGWGkf6a3y7jCWZNCC_7N1YjLMoY_hqwhoJlj_mvIcj30X8doQ/s3148/006.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2112" data-original-width="3148" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSzK_aj7j-4-i8ypFu-fB_gMLuAtU6AWpr1-2bFN6mbrd8BvHAN5ofCkm9VxbpfwTc1X_xlC_GjS5eFbDgh9rnYhA52rTHMOsQwuqnhgPPDidXtFqHaX4g3rxpTOXTOYu9lHTJzHGVGWGkf6a3y7jCWZNCC_7N1YjLMoY_hqwhoJlj_mvIcj30X8doQ/w398-h266/006.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><br /><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYF6dQXGHpx3LSv-6foZ7L0pxW19rIwVpWuX60unWNsbD1ZiGX7hkJVyVR86YZUmTqzU5YVnZ7QsCdshZJEvRe2w5_48e0H2niz1r7F6jWK-4Ri2-WicQQ5c1UHlmdMTBVuN3lxyCUPpqhYG_ROrZTYDQNQcCS6edU_Nx4yAjA4rK1haIHdq8JSOK0w/s1082/Fatsos%20Sports%20Bistro.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1082" data-original-width="636" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYF6dQXGHpx3LSv-6foZ7L0pxW19rIwVpWuX60unWNsbD1ZiGX7hkJVyVR86YZUmTqzU5YVnZ7QsCdshZJEvRe2w5_48e0H2niz1r7F6jWK-4Ri2-WicQQ5c1UHlmdMTBVuN3lxyCUPpqhYG_ROrZTYDQNQcCS6edU_Nx4yAjA4rK1haIHdq8JSOK0w/w235-h400/Fatsos%20Sports%20Bistro.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">As long-suffering fans of the University of Oregon football team, we were all excited when the team's fortunes improved in the mid- to late-1980s. When the <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2011/01/everybody-duck.html">Oregon Ducks</a><span style="font-size: small;"> were invited to their first bowl game in 26 years, Robert joined me in Shreveport, Louisiana for the Independence Bowl. Despite unseasonably cold temperatures in Shreveport, the Ducks squeaked out an exciting 27-24 victory over the University of Tulsa Golden Hurricane.</span></span></div></div><div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZD8shKA22iaWIPvsQyIo5UV2G_yiiBzrMp3vwlPZCAXMfjZ-r3nV925ZaPBZN7LGgQZ2JSmWvUP9bTOKG_K4HccbMv9o5U9piRRiEJx7h_UZtYEtwa1Zi7Lqxyw2TYyG0_TzTnBTW1-knJ_LqUU3q1rzX_DgdWB64Z_UR2WpqUxXJ4JRVuodoYeHkA/s480/IMG_4799.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="480" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZD8shKA22iaWIPvsQyIo5UV2G_yiiBzrMp3vwlPZCAXMfjZ-r3nV925ZaPBZN7LGgQZ2JSmWvUP9bTOKG_K4HccbMv9o5U9piRRiEJx7h_UZtYEtwa1Zi7Lqxyw2TYyG0_TzTnBTW1-knJ_LqUU3q1rzX_DgdWB64Z_UR2WpqUxXJ4JRVuodoYeHkA/w401-h274/IMG_4799.heic" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">Robert managed two movie houses, the Aladdin and Oregon theaters, while majoring in film studies at PSU. In 1985, he moved briefly to Los Angeles, then College Station, Pennsylvania to attend a dog training school before relocating to Philadelphia. He married Elaine Petrov in 1987.</span></span></div><div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzPR7x1S_KcTEONCnYc9KBO1pGUUFG-kPTbaU8xg7PFuUr4cH9HNfDSumi7PK91AMN3kwA7f5Ab8UeEj8GWdDCzjSMQm4fSgdW7qMPKq49zqtNNqur8fo3GDQcAoM5PSp4fpDfzOCBOXHVqdK1bQ39vTu_M9A3BPqfRhrynral8Xg1Ldir9xlhZpx3Q/s290/Jacy:Robert%202.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="290" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzPR7x1S_KcTEONCnYc9KBO1pGUUFG-kPTbaU8xg7PFuUr4cH9HNfDSumi7PK91AMN3kwA7f5Ab8UeEj8GWdDCzjSMQm4fSgdW7qMPKq49zqtNNqur8fo3GDQcAoM5PSp4fpDfzOCBOXHVqdK1bQ39vTu_M9A3BPqfRhrynral8Xg1Ldir9xlhZpx3Q/w401-h308/Jacy:Robert%202.jpeg" width="401" /></a></div></span></div></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once settled in Philadelphia, we would see Robert on occasion when he would travel back to Oregon, and also when some of us would venture to the <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2013/11/city-of-brotherly-love.html">City of Brotherly Love</a>. Yet, we always kept in constant contact by way of phone, text and email often to keep up on what was happening in our lives.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZAHjp_USOB-i4wbBlKG-7x7ua1NQ95RrMxUVvTJ-WEfkaOV1DBDoYWpwuRw5h9iNKdfZugEVXdde8fVGzq5dbnE3oytaz8D1GW_6CgqDENLkEO7zCtIC-r_GTZlgW8EULIdTudol_XrIposFQsx498szIWSqfe28k5C7QCRM6hZkCdmRoBgbvpwXzA/s2048/La%20mia%20famiglia.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1635" data-original-width="2048" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZAHjp_USOB-i4wbBlKG-7x7ua1NQ95RrMxUVvTJ-WEfkaOV1DBDoYWpwuRw5h9iNKdfZugEVXdde8fVGzq5dbnE3oytaz8D1GW_6CgqDENLkEO7zCtIC-r_GTZlgW8EULIdTudol_XrIposFQsx498szIWSqfe28k5C7QCRM6hZkCdmRoBgbvpwXzA/w401-h305/La%20mia%20famiglia.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In Philadelphia, Robert worked for a nonprofit film theater specializing in repertory, independent and avant-garde film, and as the projectionist and technical support analyst for International House's S.A. Ibrahim Theater. He was promoted to Associate Director of International House in 2014.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFmTn2KOdDumwRERYH3YKyhWQkCW4jgBSurSbqhQ-niNv1MOAiLJULfJQa9-9ZqbEF0mfxtcP8a7iUK2z7Lcm4lWqV5UFszQrI7WR9Zv8DeHxa2ZvpI5GIQk7duZVwNFZ-2OtT-2O9_OFN0Svhz8cAtA-1k6NpmITmJaUeb4X5e1jFyBy8nZgcp2KMg/s1211/Robert%20and%20Jory%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="1211" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFmTn2KOdDumwRERYH3YKyhWQkCW4jgBSurSbqhQ-niNv1MOAiLJULfJQa9-9ZqbEF0mfxtcP8a7iUK2z7Lcm4lWqV5UFszQrI7WR9Zv8DeHxa2ZvpI5GIQk7duZVwNFZ-2OtT-2O9_OFN0Svhz8cAtA-1k6NpmITmJaUeb4X5e1jFyBy8nZgcp2KMg/w402-h289/Robert%20and%20Jory%20copy.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">At the nonprofit film theater, Robert focused on showcasing artistically significant and socially relevant motion pictures and programs from around the world, rescuing many films from obscurity. He was also the Special Programs Curator for the America-Italy Society at Penn.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOS1HtbhPyaN8AEZc-KNypS7E_FPPniguiDo-_MAw6AGI5a19rTN1h5KmC3EebhM9p64EljNv-8SEnb5RqeKvWxYtn6YilGygWQzqV0jFZO6swgu26g2pV9xTRXB5BPV4KKGtQRWe1IXngjd1e19y778kjrVPYdTeU3OnuDlcZZdob5hEgpcAtm6WApA/s1493/IMG_2264.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1493" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOS1HtbhPyaN8AEZc-KNypS7E_FPPniguiDo-_MAw6AGI5a19rTN1h5KmC3EebhM9p64EljNv-8SEnb5RqeKvWxYtn6YilGygWQzqV0jFZO6swgu26g2pV9xTRXB5BPV4KKGtQRWe1IXngjd1e19y778kjrVPYdTeU3OnuDlcZZdob5hEgpcAtm6WApA/w403-h270/IMG_2264.JPG" width="403" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In addition to his family, Robert was adored by his many friends and colleagues in Philadelphia. Said one: "Robert was loved and esteemed by many. His passing is an irreparable loss for all of us, but his memory, sweet smile, profound attachment to his friends, and cinema legacy will remain."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRNR8FtL6P5w9HecGQfzgUElEwnFd4regqJ4S6qQSWLD8ahCGjn7kDbyQRRLNIdRTfPCS85Fq2RWrQY0JZbE_euw7wolQpJ9iOHf2Ci_12SJoo4eaYTmdkSTC8vc6u0hyaFf3U-rDYRf1eB1H6oh-u83uVMjIa6ByqD98HtrXK25Ml1T5WPWPQoj0iQ/s3456/IMG_0979.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRNR8FtL6P5w9HecGQfzgUElEwnFd4regqJ4S6qQSWLD8ahCGjn7kDbyQRRLNIdRTfPCS85Fq2RWrQY0JZbE_euw7wolQpJ9iOHf2Ci_12SJoo4eaYTmdkSTC8vc6u0hyaFf3U-rDYRf1eB1H6oh-u83uVMjIa6ByqD98HtrXK25Ml1T5WPWPQoj0iQ/w401-h269/IMG_0979.JPG" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">More tributes: "May the world of moving images and sounds cover his gentle face and memory." "Robert was a wonderful curator of films and a great asset to the Philadelphia film community." "He was the soul of kindness. He mentored and gave freely of himself to so many."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VNZCQdIDpCalNoT_TRsnSM-0KVYbl94ftZS1Gkf4gWQHtrnTlSRAd9Do0RsvVn9wJ-TXLZv9_VSflQyRmr2ZJ90R6u5F-ARVrslzuJuGRtDsqN0wPFvju2vVd8KAOK0aCbpKzEKoDpRrrpksMbzHpRO9PIsAE6bwqPuoBVNLqCHVWJjXFwtjwxuZ7g/s3456/IMG_9162.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VNZCQdIDpCalNoT_TRsnSM-0KVYbl94ftZS1Gkf4gWQHtrnTlSRAd9Do0RsvVn9wJ-TXLZv9_VSflQyRmr2ZJ90R6u5F-ARVrslzuJuGRtDsqN0wPFvju2vVd8KAOK0aCbpKzEKoDpRrrpksMbzHpRO9PIsAE6bwqPuoBVNLqCHVWJjXFwtjwxuZ7g/w402-h279/IMG_9162.JPG" width="402" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">While we continue to grieve the loss of our beloved brother, uncle, great-uncle, friend and colleague, plans are currently underway by family and friends for celebrations of the life for Robert Emile Cargni for later this summer in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and Portland, Oregon.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oqNCfr-QrKXMU4g0e9vW_vtaQNlC6wAr4K81JBKz3AzjFAzpnDVIQz6KY9IRPSCYGmvOgfMwipGFqX2ervV0KabuyMCQtEr3mriRdfJ1e7UYlIBzqY2aa3e5eoICHrsy8xk721qT0dxJSrZme-8QkXY7X9tuDXBoeud7yDs1PNLjPS1ztlOWxo40TQ/s2273/IMG_0973%202.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1889" data-original-width="2273" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oqNCfr-QrKXMU4g0e9vW_vtaQNlC6wAr4K81JBKz3AzjFAzpnDVIQz6KY9IRPSCYGmvOgfMwipGFqX2ervV0KabuyMCQtEr3mriRdfJ1e7UYlIBzqY2aa3e5eoICHrsy8xk721qT0dxJSrZme-8QkXY7X9tuDXBoeud7yDs1PNLjPS1ztlOWxo40TQ/w403-h315/IMG_0973%202.JPG" width="403" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Editors note: This is the first in a series of posts on the life and times of of Robert Emile Cargni, the artist formerly known as Robert Cameron Mitchell. Future posts will focus on his wide spectrum of interests: movies, television, music, art, automobiles, sports and so much more.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OKfpdoebT7WgL3lPOmRT7m8Hk5roaVCmSZbpGPGIzVOr1Yu64fb7HOFKMgjM01TXua59cJxUviQLiHf-FYH1FUeFgMMMsk3ou1LjXooxjJGeyzB_R8Fx-jedXNXDEg_neN_3IQJAPfP6jtM084QaNbV2_O2f9_6ZlJIwb1Gxf28TXPGpJsWT7gYnRw/s3264/IMG_1785.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OKfpdoebT7WgL3lPOmRT7m8Hk5roaVCmSZbpGPGIzVOr1Yu64fb7HOFKMgjM01TXua59cJxUviQLiHf-FYH1FUeFgMMMsk3ou1LjXooxjJGeyzB_R8Fx-jedXNXDEg_neN_3IQJAPfP6jtM084QaNbV2_O2f9_6ZlJIwb1Gxf28TXPGpJsWT7gYnRw/w405-h301/IMG_1785.JPG" width="405" /></a></div><i><br /></i></span></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-87308305786611231922023-05-17T06:39:00.152-07:002023-05-18T05:57:37.138-07:00Stumptown Soiree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWn1JbThZHnrCvStvCToJ222XcHiDgDVOCBCAdvd5YUiSHsFrxNmmVcMfA9Uvn0Ms4xcqH7rNz_u7Wl_e-9AdQdOZopE6qMgEwpeZnF4HGXD45KZ9ONhCJsnHrVJUoHdo-PBrH6rj4gxZYyqFZu0EYdWP6iRVQUH7UznRe21XDS8UEV9HaCbG3uSy5Ag/s640/PDX%20Communicators%20Conference.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWn1JbThZHnrCvStvCToJ222XcHiDgDVOCBCAdvd5YUiSHsFrxNmmVcMfA9Uvn0Ms4xcqH7rNz_u7Wl_e-9AdQdOZopE6qMgEwpeZnF4HGXD45KZ9ONhCJsnHrVJUoHdo-PBrH6rj4gxZYyqFZu0EYdWP6iRVQUH7UznRe21XDS8UEV9HaCbG3uSy5Ag/w388-h248/PDX%20Communicators%20Conference.jpg" width="388" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The University of Oregon Chapter of the Public Relations Student Society of America hit the road <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2023/02/beyond-blip.html">once again</a> for its second professional development tour of the year, this time in Portland. Joining the group as UO PRSSA professional advisor, we toured Edelman, Gard Communications and the Portland Timbers and Portland Thorns soccer teams.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CxCCVr1QmagMctBxCHLFIKFHPAMEKESS_UHnFwrxmHjd9HAoIkCe-nR-ZpCjwteJZTR7J2xSfu2qhNwZYUCykqDvA6ZFmN-MJBmbMYn-Rae3zvLiIL3EoqWiD1NQ_4eU8fkr--dcgKs0IXXUhWRoPCvdybIaoDzJ5gdyXarANMJaXDT3kss73I_PIQ/s3456/IMG_2866.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CxCCVr1QmagMctBxCHLFIKFHPAMEKESS_UHnFwrxmHjd9HAoIkCe-nR-ZpCjwteJZTR7J2xSfu2qhNwZYUCykqDvA6ZFmN-MJBmbMYn-Rae3zvLiIL3EoqWiD1NQ_4eU8fkr--dcgKs0IXXUhWRoPCvdybIaoDzJ5gdyXarANMJaXDT3kss73I_PIQ/w391-h267/IMG_2866.JPG" width="391" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The tour started at the Portland office of Edelman public relations/marketing with an discussion led by Account Supervisor Casey Olsen, a University of Oregon SOJC graduate in the public relations sequence and former programming director for UO PRSSA. There, we were joined by my fellow PRSA Oregon board member, Dianne Danowski Smith.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeeLvTYbJGYq5k0Hzcl-rC_jGLkekMWpiZyqoP7SBXGZv_57fZqbuMlU5N3V2bARoERywoOL94-PDFEJD_arg5P162tg1BiA66eOZXQx5bGBF9C9MvMYhyNuxS3FPnUgd8CCsMIWKVaiECQdE6l8rql8iSMIe7hmMzPXLeSzy4WayqMNklBQyrJPDcQ/s3361/IMG_2877.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2297" data-original-width="3361" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeeLvTYbJGYq5k0Hzcl-rC_jGLkekMWpiZyqoP7SBXGZv_57fZqbuMlU5N3V2bARoERywoOL94-PDFEJD_arg5P162tg1BiA66eOZXQx5bGBF9C9MvMYhyNuxS3FPnUgd8CCsMIWKVaiECQdE6l8rql8iSMIe7hmMzPXLeSzy4WayqMNklBQyrJPDcQ/w392-h264/IMG_2877.JPG" width="392" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Next up, we visited Gard Communications, an agency specializing in corporate and public policy communication. I reconnected with my former students Hannah Smith Perreault and Liz Vargas, now both working as account managers at Gard. Since 1979, Gard has become one of the Northwest's most respected creative, digital and public relations firms.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PUJBgKGL_D7sA0bQaoR9JQf2osqkfKkOFbWIMM4Q2AIVSMjPRflMOeBRjoOyFzRgfP-6xSx3RyQyO87jfhaEeHhQaqgb2Ft-m4fw24GLmHpiFFPQIaDHjs4Bm-LEh1-hLGmPer3vYtUjZbjPcd8pP1AsQ39Th-PgiWVZ8d3dXJ6LD__0-9zjd50a5A/s3067/IMG_2885.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3067" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PUJBgKGL_D7sA0bQaoR9JQf2osqkfKkOFbWIMM4Q2AIVSMjPRflMOeBRjoOyFzRgfP-6xSx3RyQyO87jfhaEeHhQaqgb2Ft-m4fw24GLmHpiFFPQIaDHjs4Bm-LEh1-hLGmPer3vYtUjZbjPcd8pP1AsQ39Th-PgiWVZ8d3dXJ6LD__0-9zjd50a5A/w394-h259/IMG_2885.JPG" width="394" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The final stop on our tour was Providence Park, home of the Portland Timbers and the Portland Thorns, the popular professional men's and women's teams. The park is adjacent to Lincoln High School, my alma mater, where I played varsity baseball. Known as Multnomah Stadium back then, the park served as the home field for the Lincoln Cardinals.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2tPe7RBJpXg4RZFCJtJi4DHKqqPC5GicjrQ4wX-eOPqy7OFd2PEzBGnekHMyGwB8FqLdDUriNqLWvf9-OIZssJPyAUKs8NrF1G3TtMrL176GqwW4ftNncCFw04oKKsc2tJT8UaTP4bnLPyGgJcwkFUaHK46CHZJE1cJrFavbDG1W8hFlScyBxFDrIQ/s2776/IMG_2883.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2070" data-original-width="2776" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2tPe7RBJpXg4RZFCJtJi4DHKqqPC5GicjrQ4wX-eOPqy7OFd2PEzBGnekHMyGwB8FqLdDUriNqLWvf9-OIZssJPyAUKs8NrF1G3TtMrL176GqwW4ftNncCFw04oKKsc2tJT8UaTP4bnLPyGgJcwkFUaHK46CHZJE1cJrFavbDG1W8hFlScyBxFDrIQ/w394-h278/IMG_2883.JPG" width="394" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here, we received an extensive tour of the facility from </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">UO SOJC public relations graduate Kacie Van Stiphout and </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">learned about the dynamic world of professional sports teams from Collin Romer and Brian Costello, who provided insights into life as a communications professional in the wide, wide world of sports. Overall, it was a most memorable day.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Ih6i7aoDSJFLD-YbM6uCpCO8-FGwVHb2f67Q6xFyQlEARyGgn1kVnBOWE7k_f_TlEtNNrLMgwHmkRvyguSeXnpJI4ZTxkcW850tOEFlVY6ITvWpvwEw8dCKV_lDJsfKGk98NIkYmrsmGiHwm-xxz_DPKFtSvTeo8EDZHQ8DLgpk4EMZ51QossFw0jg/s4032/IMG_8814.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Ih6i7aoDSJFLD-YbM6uCpCO8-FGwVHb2f67Q6xFyQlEARyGgn1kVnBOWE7k_f_TlEtNNrLMgwHmkRvyguSeXnpJI4ZTxkcW850tOEFlVY6ITvWpvwEw8dCKV_lDJsfKGk98NIkYmrsmGiHwm-xxz_DPKFtSvTeo8EDZHQ8DLgpk4EMZ51QossFw0jg/w396-h309/IMG_8814.HEIC" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-69741048915442567452023-04-16T13:15:00.014-07:002023-04-16T13:23:18.901-07:00Failed Coup<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6O5YxuO5WqoYChNaUP5tdi19lUPEnd2Lzo2OlW0Ns64m_Sv_agsczXazGXjmdNvcvK2XUcun1vcj12VNVoaTOHcVVBzqzvUZutKb7aLNN6eNPLhQCK1Pt2SgUGd-iLzLzI-symx5d7_qwXBDy4SjC9tJ6HSXfi7-r-hOsW_BXoU730i2yXIk2tjQ90w/s512/cropped-cropped-jwn_trees_logo_website.png.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="512" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6O5YxuO5WqoYChNaUP5tdi19lUPEnd2Lzo2OlW0Ns64m_Sv_agsczXazGXjmdNvcvK2XUcun1vcj12VNVoaTOHcVVBzqzvUZutKb7aLNN6eNPLhQCK1Pt2SgUGd-iLzLzI-symx5d7_qwXBDy4SjC9tJ6HSXfi7-r-hOsW_BXoU730i2yXIk2tjQ90w/w396-h235/cropped-cropped-jwn_trees_logo_website.png.webp" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Moving to Eugene from Portland to attend the University of Oregon in the early '70s, I rented in Springfield before settling just west of campus in what's known as "Midtown Eugene." Returning later as a graduate student with a family, we settled in the same neighborhood.</span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Later, the City of Eugene formed neighborhood groups to connect residents and we became part of the "Jefferson Westside Neighbors." The neighborhood includes homes and businesses between 13th Avenue and 18th Avenue and Willamette Street to Jefferson Street.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The area is an eclectic mix of university students, seniors and young families, with commercial enterprises of all shapes and sizes. The Jefferson/Westside Neighbors is a nonpartisan entity directed by volunteers who have the time and energy to contribute to activities in the neighborhood.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soon after arriving in town, I learned that Eugene was a mecca for all stripes of activists ready to support any worthy cause or protest any injustice. While that perception still holds true, it's also a fact that neighborhood groups struggle to fill board positions to carry out their mission and goals.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">As is typical this time of the year, another election was on the docket and the Jefferson Westside Neighbors scheduled the activity for its April meeting. Just enough volunteers agreed to run for board positions as usual. Until last week that is, when I received a tip from a neighbor.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div dir="ltr">"We have discovered that an alternate slate of candidates is intending to run unannounced and if you appreciate the service and job we have done, it is critical that you show up and be heard. The outcome should not be decided by a small group" who has organized their own voting bloc.<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">"While certainly more people running is better and many neighbors could do the job, this group has not contacted the JWN to find out what is involved, so we could not list them or prepare the online ballot. The fact that none of these folks has reached out is a huge red flag."</div><div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">"The danger is a small group can mobilize their friends and, if the turnout of other neighbors is low (since the slate has been posted as uncontested), can effectively take control of the neighborhood association." While that is certainly politics, the approach is neither transparent nor inclusive.</div><div dir="ltr" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">The board chair contacted the rouge group known as JWN For Everyone, which eventually prompted a public declaration for the open board positions. Their reply: "Please consider this 'our announcement.' Our understanding was and continues to be that all seats can be nominated from the floor."</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">Meanwhile, their true intent was posted on a Reddit site. Addressed to the neighborhood, they noted: "We have the opportunity to build a new neighborhood association. <span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;">The entire executive board is up for election and (we have) a slate of folks to take the JWN in a new direction."</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);">Further learnings indicated that the group known as JWN For Everyone was clearly organizing a hostile takeover of the board. Subsequently, both sides appealed to their constituents to turn out and vote for their candidates either in person at United Methodist Church or via Zoom.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);">In the end, the election was "quite a circus," according to one neighbor. JWN For Everyone </span></span>was "nasty and uncivil, spouting tropes of all varieties," including painting current board members as "fascists. Their leader seemed unhinged, and touted his membership in the Socialist Party."</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">"Apparently, they view neighborhood associations as tools of capitalism," the neighbor continued. "None of them has been to meetings, volunteered on committees or shown up at work parties. They clearly intended to decommission the existing neighborhood association."</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">The contentious election "attracted a record number of voters," noted another neighbor. "With the Zoom feed, many more people participated than usual, but the room itself was packed nonetheless. We had a mind-blowing 200 or so votes for each seat." In the end, the rebel cause fell flat.</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">The attempted coup d'etat "mostly fizzled," said one neighbor who witnessed the spectacle. (Only) "one of the seven (candidates from JWN For Everyone) won, (but that candidate) promptly resigned when she realized that none of her comrades were elected."</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">While reason ultimately prevailed, the board clearly has work to do, including revising its by-laws to prevent such a nefarious intervention in the future. Participation in neighborhood associations is undeniably a good thing, but open communication is vital to its success.</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj4vxUBFcGO4slRqK_AMhK7akZlxVgYih2fUwHNMO8dx2cX2Q6Prk2NvM8OFlbAfmg8zzlLeSeKynzpWA6J5PodhBvFOXu2B9MvzcfqoRP9Py4o64TIORegZ5WgR2KoBr0HWbm8qp--gup6eTkSxXZXBxZiwtB2mT2EJ2QqYp8D-eLdtcoUALnWwsVA/s3264/IMG_1738.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj4vxUBFcGO4slRqK_AMhK7akZlxVgYih2fUwHNMO8dx2cX2Q6Prk2NvM8OFlbAfmg8zzlLeSeKynzpWA6J5PodhBvFOXu2B9MvzcfqoRP9Py4o64TIORegZ5WgR2KoBr0HWbm8qp--gup6eTkSxXZXBxZiwtB2mT2EJ2QqYp8D-eLdtcoUALnWwsVA/w392-h268/IMG_1738.JPG" width="392" /></a></div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div></span></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-5879964821615155952023-03-25T14:02:00.006-07:002023-03-25T16:14:36.843-07:00Duck Rant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFQIXaDOCARCtPmF0jjnUg_KFLlr79ENUKYvPx6y1LbU0BLczeAdcHTK5nQjd7QrtgvGWepCM3NwfdMoWAwkIIrV8qWspB07sR6N8wvtZeQB1KzzjYs8qdNlqopD7mDOAPk8a0vkj2K8faMMjqjTyRhNzrVMZprEngon2DWNThaRM7NgcOzw4jHNnMA/s640/Free%20the%20Duck.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFQIXaDOCARCtPmF0jjnUg_KFLlr79ENUKYvPx6y1LbU0BLczeAdcHTK5nQjd7QrtgvGWepCM3NwfdMoWAwkIIrV8qWspB07sR6N8wvtZeQB1KzzjYs8qdNlqopD7mDOAPk8a0vkj2K8faMMjqjTyRhNzrVMZprEngon2DWNThaRM7NgcOzw4jHNnMA/w394-h292/Free%20the%20Duck.jpeg" width="394" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Editor's Note: As a longtime Duck basketball fan, and in response to recent news/editorials in </i>The Oregonian<i> lamenting the lack of attendance at games, I sent the following email to Rob Mullens, the University of Oregon Director of Athletics.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"As a Duck basketball season ticket holder, I was disheartened to read in The Oregonian that Dana Altman, whom I consider a great coach and one of the best hires ever, was so frustrated after the NIT game against Wisconsin that he took way too much responsibility for the lack of fans in the stands.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">While appreciating Dana as a stand-up guy, the actual reasons for the dearth of fans at the game extend way beyond the performance of the team or the coaches. The UO Athletic Department should become more circumspect and consider the real issues for poor attendance numbers at men’s games: lack of parking, overpriced tickets and too many late games.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Let’s start with the the severe lack of parking. Clearly, the parking allotment underneath Matthew Knight Arena is woefully insufficient to accommodate the number of fans in a full -- or even partly full -- arena. Furthermore, street parking has for all intents and purposes been banned by a shortsighted and draconian Eugene City Council.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">To add insult to injury, city parking police monitor the neighborhoods near the arena and pounce on unsuspecting fans with expensive parking tickets. Fans also have the option of paying for parking at the limited number of lots available nearby, but that adds to the cost of the experience.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Speaking of cost, the men’s basketball team has been a victim of its own success, as witnessed by increased ticket prices over the years. By comparison, tickets for women’s basketball are much more reasonably priced, and they seem to be attracting decent crowds for their NIT games.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Whatever happened to Bi-Mart two-for-one tickets? The UO Athletic Department should devise more creative ways to price tickets in the interest of attracting more fans.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Another key detriment to attendance has been the sheer welter of late games, with 7-8 p.m. start times effectively putting a damper on attendance. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">How many fans from Portland, UO’s largest alumni base, are willing to spend 4-6 hours on Interstate 5 on game nights, especially when they can watch the contest on television? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Admittedly, the coronavirus pandemic hasn't helped with attendance over the last few years, but attendance at men’s basketball games, in stark contrast to the women’s basketball games, is not demonstrating resiliency.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dana Altman is not the problem. He is a Hall of Fame coach-in-waiting who recruits well and has won consistently. I hope he will remain at Oregon for many years to come.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The athletic department needs to develop new approaches to address the real issues for the lack of attendance: provide more parking options and get creative with sliding-scale ticket prices and scheduling of game times.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As always, g</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">o Ducks!"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQaJIoYtzGFPwe6Z_yKISwYBzw1uR31-26g6M-XQtBNdgFEh47SNY2aZhv4hLSCls0gvTG0O0o0zfxeJfjWwDmzB4_7l-RInTvPiQnP4Xhm0EljOPIlKrKasfQLKR8hhI6sU8apZJH8GhQczG8BSFg-CGlu6zVP0UTPHu3lY-VuLv6RB2x44EMHJSRA/s1147/Dux%20Fanz%20copy%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1147" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQaJIoYtzGFPwe6Z_yKISwYBzw1uR31-26g6M-XQtBNdgFEh47SNY2aZhv4hLSCls0gvTG0O0o0zfxeJfjWwDmzB4_7l-RInTvPiQnP4Xhm0EljOPIlKrKasfQLKR8hhI6sU8apZJH8GhQczG8BSFg-CGlu6zVP0UTPHu3lY-VuLv6RB2x44EMHJSRA/w393-h291/Dux%20Fanz%20copy%202.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><p></p>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-1773316280128666252023-03-01T06:01:00.000-08:002023-03-01T06:01:18.938-08:00Vanishing Point<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcyhe9X-rxJN7tzCuacZIAov1UwE-Dai4cIsobfMnkq0ejDGSTMyV72JNn14mvT7Npypt-vgb6DpajPPpFiAokHLK5hrCvrfgTvS5lKx7iSWeDd6p_Z99dY46ibq4wce0IVUX12GMzgihOR-p0Xa520b63ZUY8AMga5piBBXq2xeVAuOmpeb-ABZzXQ/s767/Mt.%20Hinman%20in%20winter.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="767" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcyhe9X-rxJN7tzCuacZIAov1UwE-Dai4cIsobfMnkq0ejDGSTMyV72JNn14mvT7Npypt-vgb6DpajPPpFiAokHLK5hrCvrfgTvS5lKx7iSWeDd6p_Z99dY46ibq4wce0IVUX12GMzgihOR-p0Xa520b63ZUY8AMga5piBBXq2xeVAuOmpeb-ABZzXQ/w396-h250/Mt.%20Hinman%20in%20winter.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The largest glacier between the high volcanic peaks of Mount Rainier and Glacier Peak has finally disappeared after a long battle with <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2022/09/the-heat-is-on.html">global warming</a>. </span></span><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">For thousands of years, the Hinman Glacier graced the crest of the Washington Cascades in the Alpine Lakes Wilderness.</span></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fifty miles due east of downtown Seattle, Mount Hinman sits deep in the Alpine Lakes Wilderness, midway between Snoqualmie Pass and Stevens Pass. </span></span><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">Until recently, the Hinman was one of four named glaciers that provided cool water to the Skykomish River in the hottest, driest time of the year.</span></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The glaciers of the Skykomish basin have lost 55 percent of their surface area since the 1950s. </span></span><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">As Hinman Glacier dwindled in recent decades, late-summer flows diminished in the Skykomish River, bad news for salmon and farmers. </span><span style="color: #36362b;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The glacier was ancient, though how ancient is unknown.</span></span></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">In the 1950s, the Hinman Glacier flowed a mile and a half from the broad top of 7,492-foot Mount Hinman to the valley floor nearly 2,000 feet below. </span><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">Mount Hinman gained protection from direct human disturbance in 1976 when it was designated part of the Alpine Lakes Wilderness.</span></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">But Hinman’s snow and ice were no match for the rising temperatures of the fossil fuel era. </span><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">In 1958, the Hinman Glacier covered 320 acres, about half the size of Seattle’s Lake Union. In August 2022, the biggest patch of ice found was about 10 acres </span><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">— too small and too thin to flow.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Glaciers are rivers of ice that flow from year to year, as their own weight compresses snow into ice. Most include striking features like deep crevasses and deep-blue ice, sculpting the land beneath them as they go. Two other</span></span><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;"> glaciers on Mount Hinman, preceded the Hinman into oblivion.</span></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The rounded peak and the glacier on its northwest side were named for Everett dentist and mountain climber Harry B. Hinman in 1934. He started the Everett branch of the Mountaineers in 1911. </span></span><span style="color: #36362b; font-family: verdana;">Few ever touched the Hinman Glacier, reachable only by off-trail scrambling and mountaineering.</span></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2009/09/pct-day-3-fire-on-mountain.html">Visiting the site</a> in 2009 while hiking the Pacific Crest Trail from Stevens Pass to Snoqualmie Pass, we found the area to be <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2009/09/pct-day-2-magical-stream.html">magical</a>. The Hinman Glacier touched many people by keeping the Skykomish River cool and flowing each summer and providing water. Sadly, however, it is now gone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #36362b;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxkNyJnxnoeX4lDhDxA_OZdwT0xzJGuuglb7iZ26J0O3Wu9GJ3cneZHQn95gAFypp6L39Q2gVLpcvwoPUBqe9C_oTbqUEn3nb4ovWyZlw2Qlstm6z9rZZ12lWvyV0GnJFOvBIbVOafnl8yZPL5cKCRXLTKSm_KJPY8h8uKJPIXF9GpOW88eM9z9SKSg/s3456/21.%20Mt.%20Hinman.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxkNyJnxnoeX4lDhDxA_OZdwT0xzJGuuglb7iZ26J0O3Wu9GJ3cneZHQn95gAFypp6L39Q2gVLpcvwoPUBqe9C_oTbqUEn3nb4ovWyZlw2Qlstm6z9rZZ12lWvyV0GnJFOvBIbVOafnl8yZPL5cKCRXLTKSm_KJPY8h8uKJPIXF9GpOW88eM9z9SKSg/w383-h244/21.%20Mt.%20Hinman.jpeg" width="383" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #36362b;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><span style="color: #36362b;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="article-bodytext" style="margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in;"><br /></p><p></p>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-75891809492078722582023-02-01T07:19:00.000-08:002023-02-01T07:19:24.013-08:00Beyond The Blip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEm_AHn9IOfIgnvNIQrYy3Rn98yfwsJNfq5oICKThmDRKfKMxLhe6M0F1GhRijo913XFlWueN_tG-l01ga33wD02CLfRle79AGxA6ghmOHFyus35OMbDmODJDyoMpErhpEpT2wX2DBHABcccq6ImQVR4baMD1ikCjcfC4YXll2otyec_Sv9-FjBUYaw/s986/The-Blip.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="986" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEm_AHn9IOfIgnvNIQrYy3Rn98yfwsJNfq5oICKThmDRKfKMxLhe6M0F1GhRijo913XFlWueN_tG-l01ga33wD02CLfRle79AGxA6ghmOHFyus35OMbDmODJDyoMpErhpEpT2wX2DBHABcccq6ImQVR4baMD1ikCjcfC4YXll2otyec_Sv9-FjBUYaw/w395-h232/The-Blip.jpeg" width="395" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Much like "the blip," the missing years featured in The Avengers: Endgame by the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the coronavirus pandemic disrupted the world. The Public Relations Student Society of America was no exception, with two-plus years of "virtual" events for students using Zoom to keep the ball rolling on their education, professional development and networking opportunities.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLCk17zXLGJziCGlMfYk3_6VurnqMM6WjG2K1qhK0rm0RpyS6gSrwPaB__lUbWSeplpwPwGfTEvwW65-Mw1WLhR4zPcSXpscoPC_ISgwhu4Xlp-VzZeddjmhTFzWR5uBfYlQVeamMe7YsQk5AagU9SEFVFYXnPlwFLkklvi_NrQA7jnT6Fj8AUwbNOw/s960/WE%20Preferred.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLCk17zXLGJziCGlMfYk3_6VurnqMM6WjG2K1qhK0rm0RpyS6gSrwPaB__lUbWSeplpwPwGfTEvwW65-Mw1WLhR4zPcSXpscoPC_ISgwhu4Xlp-VzZeddjmhTFzWR5uBfYlQVeamMe7YsQk5AagU9SEFVFYXnPlwFLkklvi_NrQA7jnT6Fj8AUwbNOw/w396-h255/WE%20Preferred.PNG" width="396" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">But last month, the UO Chapter of PRSSA boldly scheduled a professional development tour in Seattle, with plans to visit WE Communications (photo above), InkHouse Public Relations, Starbucks and The Fearey Group. Joining the sojourn as the group's professional advisor, we all departed Eugene, and after a long delay caused by an accident on I-5, we arrived in Seattle after a brutal nine-hour drive.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlV7fsahXbpxwRZeeArX8ndA6eACOYCImfy6RSJPXfXHGSuEnSue3mvlKEp0zQi2mvkg3mKBHqT-kDiro2R0yu0gsCrR843LGid8lqK2qhr1Vq7uMhpbF_Ez-RJUYT2sTvus06s8sMaZreo8LEL-xtEKNUMHFS0Gb-8ebO94bDwRpMm11Wt0FPNhzyw/s2048/WE%20II.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlV7fsahXbpxwRZeeArX8ndA6eACOYCImfy6RSJPXfXHGSuEnSue3mvlKEp0zQi2mvkg3mKBHqT-kDiro2R0yu0gsCrR843LGid8lqK2qhr1Vq7uMhpbF_Ez-RJUYT2sTvus06s8sMaZreo8LEL-xtEKNUMHFS0Gb-8ebO94bDwRpMm11Wt0FPNhzyw/w399-h259/WE%20II.jpeg" width="399" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The professional development tour kicked off at WE Communications, formerly known as Waggener/Edstrom and founded in the early 80s. The agency is a global public relations and integrated marketing communications firm that is often associated with its largest client, the Microsoft Corporation. The agency's office in Bellevue is located not far from the Microsoft campus in Redmond, Washington.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4lyGZr9Zuv9HxQRhip6ENBp2m3YB_DzchgV6Dic0inOVGGnxzuDXyuXoAqYen-zfznpXMCVOMnxH0Nt_hu3guBdRJq1TWH8fS8wEEkMqXasjlSkcOIZAAF57G4d10d3bqAyj53CK17cDQTlzaD6gFie4soCeQFgK3qSxgC3CPfncV0SMDd21h8G8kw/s992/Pike%20Place%20Market.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4lyGZr9Zuv9HxQRhip6ENBp2m3YB_DzchgV6Dic0inOVGGnxzuDXyuXoAqYen-zfznpXMCVOMnxH0Nt_hu3guBdRJq1TWH8fS8wEEkMqXasjlSkcOIZAAF57G4d10d3bqAyj53CK17cDQTlzaD6gFie4soCeQFgK3qSxgC3CPfncV0SMDd21h8G8kw/w400-h256/Pike%20Place%20Market.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Afterward, we shifted to downtown Seattle and the Pike Place Market near the waterfront, where I pointed out the very first Starbucks to the group. Visiting Seattle when I worked for the <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-aldo-leopold-society.html">Forest Service</a> back in the day, I stumbled upon Starbucks (located in a small shop in the market) and purchased some "market spice" tea and coffee beans. Today, the ubiquitous Starbucks is the world's largest coffeehouse chain.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2BYsTq-JLdK70fEyh0fzxNUf8SdJOaF45lxkND9e5Wu-ExZZDsMsgbBssa1His-ADaTpXig6zOgNGs5__x8ee9NACRnks5uruBXwj1dJACmo7D6dqV_OmCvBFrMKfPogoQy2MCI5dEigLcgNPxerI77WmpERdEuR_q5l_zTY14AA0geQGt2iNTnfgHQ/s2048/InkHouse%20PR.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2BYsTq-JLdK70fEyh0fzxNUf8SdJOaF45lxkND9e5Wu-ExZZDsMsgbBssa1His-ADaTpXig6zOgNGs5__x8ee9NACRnks5uruBXwj1dJACmo7D6dqV_OmCvBFrMKfPogoQy2MCI5dEigLcgNPxerI77WmpERdEuR_q5l_zTY14AA0geQGt2iNTnfgHQ/w401-h274/InkHouse%20PR.jpeg" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After lunch, the tour ambled down to InkHouse Public Relations, located in Pioneer Square across from the Merchant's Cafe, which claims the title of "Seattle's Oldest Restaurant." InkHouse PR provides media relations, social media, creative services and content marketing. InkHouse Executive VP and Pacific NW General Manager Kate Riley, a UO grad, and her team provided an engaging tour.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl52f4Fy1_fk1cyxQ84CYXdqazBVWDlWUI0xFohQYa1keIpveWNPpAOY50AWixV19XHVhnTClFAVsqmtzTWMoSF4aKdM5Pqa7lWHFJgS0r_R01BA_L08bsB8_NUwvhcAW1-73qwtsyUtPxg0zcP1dYeAjOaSjjb-P2UkBySGzxFCn7qNyXQV0meKEX_w/s3640/Starbucks.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2835" data-original-width="3640" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl52f4Fy1_fk1cyxQ84CYXdqazBVWDlWUI0xFohQYa1keIpveWNPpAOY50AWixV19XHVhnTClFAVsqmtzTWMoSF4aKdM5Pqa7lWHFJgS0r_R01BA_L08bsB8_NUwvhcAW1-73qwtsyUtPxg0zcP1dYeAjOaSjjb-P2UkBySGzxFCn7qNyXQV0meKEX_w/w402-h282/Starbucks.jpeg" width="402" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">On day three, the group toured Starbucks Headquarters thanks to an assist from Corey duBrowa, UO alum and member of the UO SOJC Hall of Achievement. Next up was The Fearey Group, a Seattle agency that focuses on public relations/affairs, digital marketing </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">and crisis communications, in their office on beautiful Lake Union. CEO Aaron Blank even treated students to Duck-themed cupcakes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwEq-U5pnMKaz4bM3jEWje9ZxuhJ24Hy2InooHoEaftYdo_uSpZB18m6TS05vuHr07lOxUz5FWrwZKZEB3CVoMfckRR6zB4CSZltZvgi1iy7Y5cXMFdcBdiSyukspXUK68h368xJnsd3k9fSZ8XSuOAmeDETb462LQ3o3oIn19amduIGQ-2jBXMbvoA/s2048/The%20Fearey%20Group.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwEq-U5pnMKaz4bM3jEWje9ZxuhJ24Hy2InooHoEaftYdo_uSpZB18m6TS05vuHr07lOxUz5FWrwZKZEB3CVoMfckRR6zB4CSZltZvgi1iy7Y5cXMFdcBdiSyukspXUK68h368xJnsd3k9fSZ8XSuOAmeDETb462LQ3o3oIn19amduIGQ-2jBXMbvoA/w402-h275/The%20Fearey%20Group.jpeg" width="402" /></a></div>After such a <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2020/07/pandemic-pandemonium.html">long hiatus</a> from out-of-town field trips designed to enhance professional networking opportunities for students, the tour was both refreshing and invigorating. The event provided a much needed shot-in-the-arm for interest and excitement in the University of Oregon Chapter of PRSSA. The chapter, the oldest in the Pacific Northwest, has regained its mojo and there will be much more to come.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnWE3RkP6oTJn3WA_n2bbGg__sgQweFu0VudH2L_WGRqSijYEBN8SMeuOlJCRAXPOTZkxsdQsUboqZDlUpZQBNfJlQYJs_qvQEecaW8ztQK9WjjRoaYujd4v1iSEqxs-1LQtBXCEjeywtEGlQKKZipdNdTQNj7gOX1wzKF9AWcJrrDyZbL5heTuichA/s3417/More%20Shops.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2612" data-original-width="3417" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNnWE3RkP6oTJn3WA_n2bbGg__sgQweFu0VudH2L_WGRqSijYEBN8SMeuOlJCRAXPOTZkxsdQsUboqZDlUpZQBNfJlQYJs_qvQEecaW8ztQK9WjjRoaYujd4v1iSEqxs-1LQtBXCEjeywtEGlQKKZipdNdTQNj7gOX1wzKF9AWcJrrDyZbL5heTuichA/w403-h262/More%20Shops.jpeg" width="403" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-28459770816939776972023-01-10T06:55:00.011-08:002023-01-10T12:26:04.907-08:00Looking Back, Looking Forward<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMant6c8TkDgRP0S7Wr8l8bll0VrDIQczxmmw2M08CUZZ7aaqPQ9fTJsKbK9z-VvlHmt961CFhF2rHrcvxA-5cM9bKeN8dApSJa8LKqpqw8SIA3CLBFCdnbCXdo7IO_LAljpZ5s8EZgm_4oEOjxFvkDzEJh4aDXUqQBykOZIvGOJWXVqhmidhLNrsKJQ/s1280/maxresdefault.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMant6c8TkDgRP0S7Wr8l8bll0VrDIQczxmmw2M08CUZZ7aaqPQ9fTJsKbK9z-VvlHmt961CFhF2rHrcvxA-5cM9bKeN8dApSJa8LKqpqw8SIA3CLBFCdnbCXdo7IO_LAljpZ5s8EZgm_4oEOjxFvkDzEJh4aDXUqQBykOZIvGOJWXVqhmidhLNrsKJQ/w398-h268/maxresdefault.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In ancient Rome, Janus -- a god depicted with two faces -- governed the realm of beginnings, transitions and endings. The month of January, named for this deity, is the first month of the new year in the Gregorian calendar, established in 1582 by Pope Gregory XIII. It has come to be a time to reflect back on the year past and look forward to the year ahead.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">This "year in review" is now a custom, as many cultures take stock, while projecting what lies ahead in the next 12 months. My "year" in this review actually begins in December 2021 with the birth of my second grandchild, Carlotta Eline, and the publication of my first book, a memoir titled <i>Bird of Paradox: The Seasoning of Birdie McInnes</i>.</span><p></p></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjY4rJAvpiDLB2gRRoLHoyDMEB8zOBdgVeykR67TrcsrzwqCL8pL6fOf-AVi2aAfbmCAwfLiphokGWhmEBNpRXDoahkiFFNzmcgqC77TT5MxpNaAhzdPWjeDX4HOuiwPmyz6oY3oh8WkX-CN7bc6QneMMO2DJBawODgOwTMztw5BQGaCDvGZKbigqCg/s640/Bright%20Eyes%20Carly.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjY4rJAvpiDLB2gRRoLHoyDMEB8zOBdgVeykR67TrcsrzwqCL8pL6fOf-AVi2aAfbmCAwfLiphokGWhmEBNpRXDoahkiFFNzmcgqC77TT5MxpNaAhzdPWjeDX4HOuiwPmyz6oY3oh8WkX-CN7bc6QneMMO2DJBawODgOwTMztw5BQGaCDvGZKbigqCg/w253-h320/Bright%20Eyes%20Carly.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">As luck would have it, Carlotta was born on my birthday, December 11, the best birthday present ever. Henceforth, we shall celebrate our birthdays together. Both Sagittarians, we are optimistic, honest and intellectual. In terms of personality, we are spontaneous and fun, and great lovers of adventure and freedom.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9oi9Aa1YYY4YVspz9OWFCVBDml08c5ala6IJ_8ufvWowjF7FQnY82dEUTgUKlg4u7y682HivRIDMuv0iVdn3WkdhP8QTmDX98qGPis21JgiidmHtKwgLO0zyuWC7stOeXhVa4z8yOU4mODlF_AWOQI6hDxXcvT_mqgRNboXlq4Z1DohfKMcCXKLjFA/s2662/Mitchell_J_3DCover_BIG.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2662" data-original-width="1548" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9oi9Aa1YYY4YVspz9OWFCVBDml08c5ala6IJ_8ufvWowjF7FQnY82dEUTgUKlg4u7y682HivRIDMuv0iVdn3WkdhP8QTmDX98qGPis21JgiidmHtKwgLO0zyuWC7stOeXhVa4z8yOU4mODlF_AWOQI6hDxXcvT_mqgRNboXlq4Z1DohfKMcCXKLjFA/s320/Mitchell_J_3DCover_BIG.png" width="186" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://around.uoregon.edu/content/bird-paradox-seasoning-birdie-mcinnes">Bird of Paradox</a>: The Seasoning of Birdie McInnes, was also published in December 2021 and is available on Amazon and in bookstores. The <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bird-Paradox-Seasoning-Birdie-McInnes/dp/1643887076#customerReviews">memoir</a> recalls the trials and tribulations of growing up Catholic in the turbulent time that was the 1960s. The story evokes elements reminiscent of <i>Lord of the Flies</i> by William Golding and <i>The Outsiders</i> by S.E. Hinton. Birdie struggles with the realization that life is a paradox, and that his destiny will be determined by his own reckoning, for better or worse.</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1QTJ41xvDbs9n42G9g69G0uvYGekmO_zaAIZ7xyu9VZzvZvb5mI68FE04HZgXsU1aX0XXRDMVEm76_RCTKb8ES56u9YvmEPxcjAq7j5ct27Z02rJBuJ6jnwDdOcd8uyQCXHugi7GQl0OQE133IvNScGkpIjmo9eZllGNcjr7KwkfB7u2b89WunStEA/s810/269765010_10220013533824675_6115287690124766280_n-1.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="810" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1QTJ41xvDbs9n42G9g69G0uvYGekmO_zaAIZ7xyu9VZzvZvb5mI68FE04HZgXsU1aX0XXRDMVEm76_RCTKb8ES56u9YvmEPxcjAq7j5ct27Z02rJBuJ6jnwDdOcd8uyQCXHugi7GQl0OQE133IvNScGkpIjmo9eZllGNcjr7KwkfB7u2b89WunStEA/w400-h265/269765010_10220013533824675_6115287690124766280_n-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In January, Moxie -- our golden retriever -- turned 10 years old. We found her at a breeder in Florence who specialized in the English creme variety of goldens in 2012. In early spring, it was time to begin hardwiring our <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2022/05/rural-electrification.html">tiny home</a> at the Owl Conservatory (below) with a more reliable electrical system, including an electric space heater for those cold winter nights.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwvEySAiHNaNwpN6RWsWFRT-qeLSzfQPEFlM7RcyCcGkdw0HjykAFrwYgRGW_Kbp9Wm-gVT_BTfE1H4v9wiQFM5lURjblIM5zDfsjOQlbzaAZH4K6v1iYRbDynSiJiGGT8PjK885JW2fjIezUtM4XDKwLc_TyHOAEq7_NHjXb7zS9vaktqkT6JNa6yg/s3024/IMG_3794.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1992" data-original-width="3024" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwvEySAiHNaNwpN6RWsWFRT-qeLSzfQPEFlM7RcyCcGkdw0HjykAFrwYgRGW_Kbp9Wm-gVT_BTfE1H4v9wiQFM5lURjblIM5zDfsjOQlbzaAZH4K6v1iYRbDynSiJiGGT8PjK885JW2fjIezUtM4XDKwLc_TyHOAEq7_NHjXb7zS9vaktqkT6JNa6yg/w400-h238/IMG_3794.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Summer was a time of reunions, transitions and gatherings. In July and September, the Owl Conservatory in Shugart Flats, in the heart of the North Cascades, hosted two reunions of former <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-aldo-leopold-society-prologue.html">Forest Service colleagues</a> from the Aldo Leopold Society. In August, <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2022/08/mio-padre.html">my father</a>, Ralph Cameron Mitchell, passed away suddenly at age 93 at his home in Payson, Arizona.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_rFtsk2yt3OdfxUfL-X4oef7pmlJvKvlDkLy5YbyZEScxS-T_zOzHr3pKZf0FN1i3O3SMukx5bG1J-MSS9qHqp3NVq_NdOurzVgAg6QIz35MpqzZ06d5PcowBLoU1YXd5M5OkISyvHeJtXprHmEFxgx7fLn2Zz1jej7k2qiidRGLJfL2n2apenmrqw/s6000/Florence%20&%20Ralph%20at%20Rose%20Bowl%20Game%202012%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4007" data-original-width="6000" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_rFtsk2yt3OdfxUfL-X4oef7pmlJvKvlDkLy5YbyZEScxS-T_zOzHr3pKZf0FN1i3O3SMukx5bG1J-MSS9qHqp3NVq_NdOurzVgAg6QIz35MpqzZ06d5PcowBLoU1YXd5M5OkISyvHeJtXprHmEFxgx7fLn2Zz1jej7k2qiidRGLJfL2n2apenmrqw/w401-h258/Florence%20&%20Ralph%20at%20Rose%20Bowl%20Game%202012%202.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppMJR76xvG0QWJYOmMYcV8fThAZN9HyLqBYos_m3rJIX-0TbeXbnOxVQABHB4PDxv_ZRPHrAuOE-hojz6AXDULQqccEAeIwFLE7PIwafmFFYobUTVw9B9GpWVUHE1LMG1liw7zaRyiO1D-muPeyFumV1_MuyUh9sAbym34nBJKHQmV1G_M75FFSuRPA/s2547/LHS%20Class%20of%201971%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1416" data-original-width="2547" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppMJR76xvG0QWJYOmMYcV8fThAZN9HyLqBYos_m3rJIX-0TbeXbnOxVQABHB4PDxv_ZRPHrAuOE-hojz6AXDULQqccEAeIwFLE7PIwafmFFYobUTVw9B9GpWVUHE1LMG1liw7zaRyiO1D-muPeyFumV1_MuyUh9sAbym34nBJKHQmV1G_M75FFSuRPA/w402-h234/LHS%20Class%20of%201971%20copy.jpg" width="402" /></a></div>In September, the Lincoln High School (Portland) Class of 1971 (above) held its COVID-delayed 50th reunion at The Eleanor in downtown Portland (below). An afterparty was held at the Brix Tavern with entertainment by The Bloozers, a band comprised of celebrants from reunion. I stayed at the Hyatt Centric Hotel, mere blocks from "our old school."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiR4fQW3c0AOsWKceXRDAXq4TcBQEUWQSsuwkeZm_7wZi3w1bmMx7E7jp-XfAzjR1LdwvMfEVhGnPZZMxqwAgsWmw8XhOVpA2bhtv7y_ADeE-M6BtL8iN81vmmYQDRVnJJBzF3O9plQxr_Gu486cfRz26HcyVuXt1wkiGbk9l-wpjWGcSR_V3ENAXcA/s2048/LHS%2050th.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1042" data-original-width="2048" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiR4fQW3c0AOsWKceXRDAXq4TcBQEUWQSsuwkeZm_7wZi3w1bmMx7E7jp-XfAzjR1LdwvMfEVhGnPZZMxqwAgsWmw8XhOVpA2bhtv7y_ADeE-M6BtL8iN81vmmYQDRVnJJBzF3O9plQxr_Gu486cfRz26HcyVuXt1wkiGbk9l-wpjWGcSR_V3ENAXcA/w401-h235/LHS%2050th.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNrlZPAZndkWOxtRF6s39D6RASi0Q_Gj7HRKtjXEpWNrkZt4AW32GADX_AOD9cJQg78Fefb0IUU1NLOBoRCQ8MqdL4EdVEqZxOmPGTKiI95kUX7WwT_Htc-ILuonbZMk89k7F6oG_slYXVVLSn59b5eG-Gf6NOVQ-hSQZ3Iez4IbZpWNELg86S95w_Q/s868/Mitchell-John_2_3DBook_BIG.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="518" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNrlZPAZndkWOxtRF6s39D6RASi0Q_Gj7HRKtjXEpWNrkZt4AW32GADX_AOD9cJQg78Fefb0IUU1NLOBoRCQ8MqdL4EdVEqZxOmPGTKiI95kUX7WwT_Htc-ILuonbZMk89k7F6oG_slYXVVLSn59b5eG-Gf6NOVQ-hSQZ3Iez4IbZpWNELg86S95w_Q/s320/Mitchell-John_2_3DBook_BIG.png" width="191" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">By December, we celebrated two birthdays: granddaughter Carlotta Eline's first birthday and my milestone: birthday number 70. My second memoir, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Wilderness-Strangers-Shangri-J-C-Mitchell/dp/B0BKRWXVV2">Wilderness Strangers: Adventures in Shangri-La</a>, was published by Luminare Press. The <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Wilderness-Strangers-Shangri-J-C-Mitchell/dp/B0BKRWXVV2#customerReviews">story</a> follows the exploits of two unlikely friends who become kindred spirits, alter egos and soul mates. In spite of their differences, they share an abiding friendship and obsession for outdoor adventure, music, literature and the arts.</span></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-8214266471198337312022-12-30T14:46:00.001-08:002022-12-31T07:30:08.745-08:00The Dean Of Western Writers<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0FbqSs6ePvdWneof3AA38kqEv7rX-HUHGgd4k0A7kbAUSJfh7RvUnhAHktFyluLRcFVpFZwLEqI0kNyqdPIX5-QmpbK-DIms0azkOb5pAHChFOyv7-kEVtEk69yKK4UWQaJKDrFe_DYZIOknQ0sk9tUyUev_wBiPvQopa6A69HQ43sQpe4OCIazisA/s2560/Robinson-WallaceStegnersLiteraryDebts.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1688" data-original-width="2560" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0FbqSs6ePvdWneof3AA38kqEv7rX-HUHGgd4k0A7kbAUSJfh7RvUnhAHktFyluLRcFVpFZwLEqI0kNyqdPIX5-QmpbK-DIms0azkOb5pAHChFOyv7-kEVtEk69yKK4UWQaJKDrFe_DYZIOknQ0sk9tUyUev_wBiPvQopa6A69HQ43sQpe4OCIazisA/w397-h265/Robinson-WallaceStegnersLiteraryDebts.jpg" width="397" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stumbling onto Wallace Stegner by accident, I was intrigued by his character as portrayed in <i><a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-last-season.html">The Last Season</a></i> by Eric Blehm. Stegner helped the protagonist of the story, aspiring writer Randy Morgenson, find his mojo as a writer. Morgenson, a wilderness ranger in the Sequoia-Kings Canyon National Park, later disappeared in the wild.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stegner, an American novelist, short story writer, historian and environmentalist, won the Pulitzer Prize in 1972 for his novel <i>Angle of Repose.</i> But he initially achieved fame for his career-making, semi-autobiographical fifth novel <i>Big Rock Candy Mountain</i> published in 1943 and <i>Crossing to Safety</i> published in 1987, among dozens of other books.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stegner taught writing at the University of Wisconsin and Harvard University before settling into Stanford University, where he founded the creative writing program. At Stanford, Stegner met Randy Morgenson's parents and would become a writing mentor to young Morgenson, a wilderness ranger who fancied himself as a writer.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Morgenson had written an article on the country adjacent to Four Corners, the border of Colorado, Utah, Arizona and New Mexico, and had submitted a query to National Parks & Conservation Magazine before he left for his tour of duty in the Kings Canyon/Sequoia National Park for the summer. Stegner had encouraged Randy to submit the article</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stegner reassured Randy, noting that once he got beyond publishing that first article, credibility would help carry him through to the next, building momentum for his writing career. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">When he returned from his summer detail, he had two letters, one postmarked in September from Wallace Stegner and one one paostmarked in June from the magazine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Randy," wrote Stegner, "I enjoyed your piece and am surprised you haven't placed it somewhere, even though it's an inevitable subject, and has been done several times." </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the other letter, the magazine had accepted his story for the August issue, but now in October, the story was two months late. He followed up but it was too late.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXr2ihS3pD9ah6cEiNwpKmBuCAAHGQsBittXAoAFDvzzau2Ov2SuouYIZkoqvPFdHua85qSjev7FJnIaN4hM3nYQm7yJ2jOSKgwY4I-59J0UYqYVy8V6KKxyKMOPosZ3qa8oF7T9NwdNx56NCv7jDKmaKqL8ev-Ci7ErdhZPOmvxjYKzn0PSb46Mniw/s446/Mt.%20Whitney%20copy.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="297" data-original-width="446" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXr2ihS3pD9ah6cEiNwpKmBuCAAHGQsBittXAoAFDvzzau2Ov2SuouYIZkoqvPFdHua85qSjev7FJnIaN4hM3nYQm7yJ2jOSKgwY4I-59J0UYqYVy8V6KKxyKMOPosZ3qa8oF7T9NwdNx56NCv7jDKmaKqL8ev-Ci7ErdhZPOmvxjYKzn0PSb46Mniw/w400-h259/Mt.%20Whitney%20copy.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-5914098450764158932022-11-24T06:57:00.000-08:002022-11-24T06:57:04.137-08:00Climate Cabal<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i97LUUip3SAk0S0LKpu10ImN5BSb3nT6Vx_fnJk6UONXNOIa2QThj0_YXAj5dvLqUfN20hkGl2wIIyZp_Ymp77cwRD6SPz9maVR3xJ0VX_YNsD33haJ0izh-W9tUtwNU3uz009MX271SZdyZCUwmqza6pSn-C_-hgGTJAx9bhWbFk_Wd3V53gtbPIw/s2923/United%20Nations.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1887" data-original-width="2923" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i97LUUip3SAk0S0LKpu10ImN5BSb3nT6Vx_fnJk6UONXNOIa2QThj0_YXAj5dvLqUfN20hkGl2wIIyZp_Ymp77cwRD6SPz9maVR3xJ0VX_YNsD33haJ0izh-W9tUtwNU3uz009MX271SZdyZCUwmqza6pSn-C_-hgGTJAx9bhWbFk_Wd3V53gtbPIw/w398-h253/United%20Nations.jpeg" width="398" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">World powers have made some progress toward the goal of containing global average temperature increases to 1.5 degrees Celsius by 2100, the target that experts have said will avoid the risk of utter environmental disaster. Before 2015, the world was on track to warm by four degrees Celsius.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">But will it be enough? Today, the world is on track for two to three degrees Celsius. Even that modest amount could prevent more frequent and severe wildfires, heat waves, floods and other disasters, saving hundreds of thousands of lives and untold millions of dollars of personal property.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Still, no big polluter is yet doing enough to keep warming to 1.5 degrees Celsius. Some experts also argue the target would require such drastic action that it is now unrealistic, prompting renewed discussions about whether it should even be the goal of international climate summits.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The talks demonstrate the mixed results that come up time and again at world climate conferences. Countries have indeed made progress and promised to do more, but they have also fallen short of previous goals. But they must keep trying because, albeit slowly, their efforts are having an impact.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUvSHylWhKBxLR4CZGawac5G8o31ZNtlzNXSbYhXsKBIHEDuonwI7bHzhVaac1luiRrsRK2mi9DJqu-EoR3nCEufx0_Tyy41MLTRqCKzpx3P6iee4SltPHhjmbsejk_1p_dl4WrhMbiPQMzId-6822sX9BzdB_Gy6zfJPgVElgIK2zGEFxerx6ilxgg/s415/dino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="269" data-original-width="415" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUvSHylWhKBxLR4CZGawac5G8o31ZNtlzNXSbYhXsKBIHEDuonwI7bHzhVaac1luiRrsRK2mi9DJqu-EoR3nCEufx0_Tyy41MLTRqCKzpx3P6iee4SltPHhjmbsejk_1p_dl4WrhMbiPQMzId-6822sX9BzdB_Gy6zfJPgVElgIK2zGEFxerx6ilxgg/w396-h254/dino.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-71404654834296551572022-11-01T09:00:00.000-07:002022-11-01T09:00:40.567-07:00Twin Sons Of Different Mothers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysXQjBbdC4OXYicVviQkkT7IBQQOb113mccmgsbk2ChGfdZYaKjQP5toa-uH99awTEsmSAHV6chhTm_c-iHfhiKd8BgolehUVmei90xJ0N9G5DAaWJFKb2wK1ZBrbcBx9qmBiOMG6x9fHmIMeM-MCO0V4xAlBH8wkKBMPu9qpGeVkn3I-bhS8eXTKPw/s803/WS%20Cover%20III.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="803" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysXQjBbdC4OXYicVviQkkT7IBQQOb113mccmgsbk2ChGfdZYaKjQP5toa-uH99awTEsmSAHV6chhTm_c-iHfhiKd8BgolehUVmei90xJ0N9G5DAaWJFKb2wK1ZBrbcBx9qmBiOMG6x9fHmIMeM-MCO0V4xAlBH8wkKBMPu9qpGeVkn3I-bhS8eXTKPw/w399-h286/WS%20Cover%20III.jpeg" width="399" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Editor's Note: Available now on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKRWXVV2?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860">Amazon</a>, IngramSpark and select bookstores, my second <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2021/09/bird-of-paradox.html">book</a>, </i>Wilderness Strangers: Adventures in Shangri-La, <i>follows the life and times of two unlikely friends seeking adventure as Forest Service employees working <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2022/07/into-wild.html">deep in the woods</a> while climbing many of the magnificent peaks in the </i></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Pacific Northwest.</i></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Working as trail dogs and backcountry rangers for the federal government, Kerry and Joe would come to explore the far corners of the wilderness. These <a href="http://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2022/08/soul-brothers.html">freewheeling protagonists</a> with great chemistry would forge a friendship despite their occasionally stark differences in perspective as they walked their respective paths in life. Herewith is a sampling:</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kerry and Joe felt an immediate rapport. Kerry was charmed, and he was charming. It simply clicked, and cocktails soon ensued. Joe and Kerry both enjoyed literature, music, and the arts, and they had similar tastes in food and wine. They would become fellow wilderness rangers and lifelong friends.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the 1970s, wilderness rangers represented a new generation stationed on the front lines. Despite their low rank, these seasonal employees were the heart and soul of the Forest Service, and the public face with users of the Glacier Peak and Alpine Lakes Wilderness areas.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their challenge over the course of several seasons was to interface with campers, backpackers, fishermen, horsemen, and climbers who may not always be receptive to the terms and conditions of the federal government -- all while experiencing the joys of life in the backcountry. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Joe and Kerry both enjoyed a wide range of authors. They had devoured the works of the iconic American writers from Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald and William Faulkner to Jack Kerouac, Tom Wolfe and Hunter S. Thompson. They both had similar tastes in music, particularly rock and jazz.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Joe introduced Kerry to <i>Kind of Blue</i> by Miles Davis and the Paul Butterfield Blues Band. Kerry introduced Joe to a new album by Dan Fogelberg and Tim Weisberg called <i>Twin Sons of Different Mothers. </i>“This shall be our theme for the summer,” Kerry proclaimed.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglXNWAA6nbWdDUaxWk9XPY1ifooE98x74beG0UfJU345qQCCcBvYuWmfIaLrTVAMi0TtrX65rvVos_aAyp4WILgSFwyRbFmJ1tgw8yNyR6lfDJmubalKjyPPWGXOuAvjZ_WB0XI-K90-tHxog700bO2vidsOY-q1Yh55Rmg_FREw4Mt50AcHvCBip1w/s3456/IMG_9346%202.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglXNWAA6nbWdDUaxWk9XPY1ifooE98x74beG0UfJU345qQCCcBvYuWmfIaLrTVAMi0TtrX65rvVos_aAyp4WILgSFwyRbFmJ1tgw8yNyR6lfDJmubalKjyPPWGXOuAvjZ_WB0XI-K90-tHxog700bO2vidsOY-q1Yh55Rmg_FREw4Mt50AcHvCBip1w/w399-h285/IMG_9346%202.jpeg" width="399" /></a></div><p></p><br /><p></p></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-24925599718004757082022-10-23T06:54:00.002-07:002022-10-23T06:54:55.376-07:00Extra Virgin<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJbgfOfYHYp5gAydAGMyE_tHhMEQrm2KSOn3zW0BIyD4vEbvFZNCgkIOMFt3QnrJwHcXsG0siKHArEF_zp7EcgLQ79jA-O9OGIE1Gmvh0UUUkyLrxfPAYvcV3QIeFvP3jiEh3aamLLrYaLZu-Ec3zqpFOyhyEhEwF0xgoqu0fz2knDoHbW4c6ApQOBw/s3456/IMG_9019.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJbgfOfYHYp5gAydAGMyE_tHhMEQrm2KSOn3zW0BIyD4vEbvFZNCgkIOMFt3QnrJwHcXsG0siKHArEF_zp7EcgLQ79jA-O9OGIE1Gmvh0UUUkyLrxfPAYvcV3QIeFvP3jiEh3aamLLrYaLZu-Ec3zqpFOyhyEhEwF0xgoqu0fz2knDoHbW4c6ApQOBw/w399-h269/IMG_9019.jpeg" width="399" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Knowing I had spent time on the beaches and in the hill country of Liguria, Italy searching for my Italian cousins, my neighbor recommended <i>Extra Virgin,</i> a memoir by Annie Hawes. In 1983, two Brits -- a pale Annie Hawes and her equally pale sister -- left England for the sun-drenched olive groves of a small Italian village in Liguria.</span><p></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W70EKYah273QMjUiiFr45TIKwJQbezPYkPUSsqu6e14zyNbfhdNVlDLSl7Kx3pA18ZA4aO6vCHGr43KcOtBd1Melav9uAI-ZQnEu312KRt7BeyYRzQyUONLc9Q1D0C8u6cmR2Glu9Euknbx1NzD8MWPakrmDfPm8rfqgvNhKuDnAwqQrMfXH9E72Lw/s3456/IMG_9074.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W70EKYah273QMjUiiFr45TIKwJQbezPYkPUSsqu6e14zyNbfhdNVlDLSl7Kx3pA18ZA4aO6vCHGr43KcOtBd1Melav9uAI-ZQnEu312KRt7BeyYRzQyUONLc9Q1D0C8u6cmR2Glu9Euknbx1NzD8MWPakrmDfPm8rfqgvNhKuDnAwqQrMfXH9E72Lw/w401-h239/IMG_9074.jpeg" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">With fantasies of handsome, tanned men and swimming in the sea urging them on, they are hired for ten weeks to graft roses. of which they have little knowledge, along the Italian Riviera, room and board included. But none of the men seem to be under 40, and Ligurians have starkly different customs and outlooks in life compared to the Anglos from London.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wgN-77EaCq4M9fUZq15oIP3sHEyxwkJjiYWv8zAi0oEJc7KAiVLowCP3LZhNK1DJbtGnEyS0wuAHCyDlv4VIDQps9UPerTHOkcARC99JeS58zbycvjxI-ZYC2I23skbrSluTeQkGoUm-VmRqY4r1nVoTE7hxWstI8INIbXSay7k_0sG-Xs2x55ztjw/s3456/IMG_9060.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wgN-77EaCq4M9fUZq15oIP3sHEyxwkJjiYWv8zAi0oEJc7KAiVLowCP3LZhNK1DJbtGnEyS0wuAHCyDlv4VIDQps9UPerTHOkcARC99JeS58zbycvjxI-ZYC2I23skbrSluTeQkGoUm-VmRqY4r1nVoTE7hxWstI8INIbXSay7k_0sG-Xs2x55ztjw/w402-h261/IMG_9060.jpeg" width="402" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Having experienced most of Liguria on multiple excursions myself, it's clear that Hawes captures the quirkiness and beauty of the hinterlands of the region as she and her sister become captivated by the quirkiness and beauty of the remote high country, and are bemused, charmed and ultimately accepted by the eccentric inhabitants of Diano San Pietro.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBN4STOldk3ZaashBmsV-ZsuXaMhIFqeLH2FcrWL9rYBiGnoHbhiBj823wKsNdOP2fFkGybT8z1dTQYMXp-piBqDUARhAyZE56Z7ext2tru49TX3Kr7_BSW1p7ueC-olYmHnsaNAGMCZxQyG4ngl2c6yS9oNQUXxj2ETVfg_yl43r3sA3E7IUWu1Rv3g/s3456/IMG_9089.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBN4STOldk3ZaashBmsV-ZsuXaMhIFqeLH2FcrWL9rYBiGnoHbhiBj823wKsNdOP2fFkGybT8z1dTQYMXp-piBqDUARhAyZE56Z7ext2tru49TX3Kr7_BSW1p7ueC-olYmHnsaNAGMCZxQyG4ngl2c6yS9oNQUXxj2ETVfg_yl43r3sA3E7IUWu1Rv3g/w403-h248/IMG_9089.jpeg" width="403" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some excerpts: "Glamour was not the outstanding feature of the village of Diano San Pietro. As far as the crusty olive-farming inhabitants were concerned, the Italian Riviera, a mere two miles away, might as well be on another planet. The lodging to spend the next ten weeks have turned out to be a tiny pair of tiled rooms above a barful of peasants."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdH07C8u3z0DFWwogL6HvA2horzGrCrxusa2xXGKv353qD69yRtBq1u-X71a2ypuTYJsSxfDEER3372kklDELQVOJnfTOGoNIxRTT-CXxp3RjR7j8vBWvSws4_LMQiRNdak2KUnk5n6hfMyobNDR7Sf8JWQA6r8r5bP_Zrx_5UidnBxdCF6VE-njClg/s3152/IMG_9915.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2075" data-original-width="3152" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdH07C8u3z0DFWwogL6HvA2horzGrCrxusa2xXGKv353qD69yRtBq1u-X71a2ypuTYJsSxfDEER3372kklDELQVOJnfTOGoNIxRTT-CXxp3RjR7j8vBWvSws4_LMQiRNdak2KUnk5n6hfMyobNDR7Sf8JWQA6r8r5bP_Zrx_5UidnBxdCF6VE-njClg/w402-h242/IMG_9915.jpeg" width="402" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Diago San Pietro struggles up the steep foothills of the Mediterranean hinterland, its warped green shutters leaning into decrepit cobbled alleys overrun with leathery old men on erratic Vespas who call irately upon the Madonna as they narrowly miss mowing you down, with yowling feral cats and rusty tin cans full of improbably healthy geraniums."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9StnvFCX-bp9Vg9WaeMOWBvcXR_15tu34p8YIyCGsSlGgBCq64gxKenN_fis5b5uEyIMxjPknEvC4jilgjlZ8Zi8aEtM7MLFDBRSWVKwa3lxgEKAsM7vAja7eq8XKMxK7CBBD13u1RFtn79Kiaj2_f4X_oRLT4f05qs_vczZzcM1F5iaCcqNs6HuQg/s3398/IMG_9040.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2265" data-original-width="3398" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9StnvFCX-bp9Vg9WaeMOWBvcXR_15tu34p8YIyCGsSlGgBCq64gxKenN_fis5b5uEyIMxjPknEvC4jilgjlZ8Zi8aEtM7MLFDBRSWVKwa3lxgEKAsM7vAja7eq8XKMxK7CBBD13u1RFtn79Kiaj2_f4X_oRLT4f05qs_vczZzcM1F5iaCcqNs6HuQg/w402-h239/IMG_9040.jpeg" width="402" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In sheer contrast, "down on the coast, Diano San Marina has palm-shaded piazzas and an elegant marble-paved promenade along a wide blue sandy bay, the obvious refuge from the complexities of village life. Here, refreshingly, we are objects of interest to no one, no longer weirdly foreign generic strangers in a town accustomed to <i>stranieri </i>(foreigners)."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrddzM_7Q9SWuz0Hca4mPtskKw1yMOouA9vnII12vpL7XB6xEisQBkeU12nN8eE59O_50KDvu9mfwnUlHAElG_NnZjkgGUDHRumAwXxCSjCJ1WjgpatwH4B9m-1Av0R9NNjrAUwLC-gq0BaMTfpxjOEuHNAsajpKUAMOc3qLNoe487bBxJTAcNEXuWg/s3456/IMG_9030.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrddzM_7Q9SWuz0Hca4mPtskKw1yMOouA9vnII12vpL7XB6xEisQBkeU12nN8eE59O_50KDvu9mfwnUlHAElG_NnZjkgGUDHRumAwXxCSjCJ1WjgpatwH4B9m-1Av0R9NNjrAUwLC-gq0BaMTfpxjOEuHNAsajpKUAMOc3qLNoe487bBxJTAcNEXuWg/w403-h240/IMG_9030.jpeg" width="403" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Extra Virgin</i> is a great read, a captivating sampling of Italian life both on the Italian Riviera, and in hillsides rife with windy roads and olive orchards. The author captures both the remote rural high country and its peculiar inhabitants, and the trendy beaches more closely associated with Italy's public image, in describing Liguria with verve and humor.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRh7MiQoJSeKwWxTQG8c4ZXWYhEYpaM6FS2_8fiuMDhLgTM3DGk9FE0AfG1BhXufXSlj5gifs7BQpQZOPxiFZtUBTAiV8WSkt3HeMYaTa2k6Cu3EcRxPOAuWjWPl76bgV_Zd570YUMn9luBYjHej80GI9r5zDQ1jWyd-tL3LNDE8SVbTmv4BP0Y1vsw/s3236/IMG_8896.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2190" data-original-width="3236" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRh7MiQoJSeKwWxTQG8c4ZXWYhEYpaM6FS2_8fiuMDhLgTM3DGk9FE0AfG1BhXufXSlj5gifs7BQpQZOPxiFZtUBTAiV8WSkt3HeMYaTa2k6Cu3EcRxPOAuWjWPl76bgV_Zd570YUMn9luBYjHej80GI9r5zDQ1jWyd-tL3LNDE8SVbTmv4BP0Y1vsw/w402-h256/IMG_8896.jpeg" width="402" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-664189169259296234.post-79566368184240638112022-09-25T06:32:00.000-07:002022-09-25T06:32:39.960-07:00The Heat Is On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHOOP90LE95ktt60J8Zk2Clh5oHjpdz_ZuwDEzUuqkzovAlmHOvZSEX0LLpukOXUBFXu7ryw0H9YKgJPDQeClUbFMoYcxkmPG4GnGaTEFfY5E2avOFA9Lk3bxv4zc0ljN2BNI7nzu16VsGRHVMYoDzDtC0ouAZIpWF8848UtDYfp0YZGH0yIZWQzcbg/s3456/IMG_9925.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHOOP90LE95ktt60J8Zk2Clh5oHjpdz_ZuwDEzUuqkzovAlmHOvZSEX0LLpukOXUBFXu7ryw0H9YKgJPDQeClUbFMoYcxkmPG4GnGaTEFfY5E2avOFA9Lk3bxv4zc0ljN2BNI7nzu16VsGRHVMYoDzDtC0ouAZIpWF8848UtDYfp0YZGH0yIZWQzcbg/w402-h260/IMG_9925.jpeg" width="402" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Despite optimism that a wet spring would prevent another fire season from sabotaging summer adventures in the wilderness, it was disappointing to experience otherwise at the Owl Conservatory last week. It's clear that wildfires have increased over the past 20 years and the situation is not improving.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once again, the best time to experience the backcountry in the West has vanished in a cloud of smoke. The reasons: climate change, inadequate forest management practices, limited firefighting resources for federal and state agencies and encroaching development near forest lands.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvgWWFuwpqSKVi2cx3Tkag-G3wR-9_R9xctlh3ATPq1-XD6jnVtMe-5n86RiDW6_ae-mOH_CuM7ZcNKPwC1qwMuLtpYf_Q9miGNS2Dftn9q-xgXLf1Fbvls0U1AfksxZVFZkuC7IZjKQrR5X1IZxoCLVY5FiK2yRL-gzCIm4f_kYdCTSLRBZruzcNfA/s1536/IMG_0497.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="1536" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvgWWFuwpqSKVi2cx3Tkag-G3wR-9_R9xctlh3ATPq1-XD6jnVtMe-5n86RiDW6_ae-mOH_CuM7ZcNKPwC1qwMuLtpYf_Q9miGNS2Dftn9q-xgXLf1Fbvls0U1AfksxZVFZkuC7IZjKQrR5X1IZxoCLVY5FiK2yRL-gzCIm4f_kYdCTSLRBZruzcNfA/w404-h254/IMG_0497.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Time and again, we have witnessed many tragic stories about wildfires in communities throughout the West. In the most severe cases, these fires are becoming more intense and more likely to cause damage. The reasons for these trends have created a "perfect storm" for increased wildfires.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickEYl73s-VJ8rIAS8hUlLzmkjeLzdlXvnFmWkN3Zdg83dO61bTVBtRn1WJsq_ovYUEloU8SgZKG4j_Rp1jo5aeeR9S9X7mgKEynELOQczm931lu0tuEw35YV_nkrcS9dv_u-pwDof-OUq-B2bACtk9oclaMsTLeMWjTCvV5rfSKGYr8gn-lVpL_9fmg/s1917/Smoke%20Map.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1917" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickEYl73s-VJ8rIAS8hUlLzmkjeLzdlXvnFmWkN3Zdg83dO61bTVBtRn1WJsq_ovYUEloU8SgZKG4j_Rp1jo5aeeR9S9X7mgKEynELOQczm931lu0tuEw35YV_nkrcS9dv_u-pwDof-OUq-B2bACtk9oclaMsTLeMWjTCvV5rfSKGYr8gn-lVpL_9fmg/w250-h400/Smoke%20Map.jpeg" width="250" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">No, it's not a figment of your imagination. Wildfires are becoming bigger, more destructive and increasingly life-threatening. Climate change, which has intensified summertime droughts, is a primary reason. Another factor is the fact that increased development has edged closer to natural lands. To add to the dilemma, we're not managing forests nearly as well as we could or should be.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2YtzWqVGQgRexyEQG9ACahGCwAc_b9iNIBdlfAm6dBlMPLeTVAQ8xYpaJcd5qtWliMkvu_hTNwOS5oirD6mVU6Gy8A7nCdhpLobeCxc8xucCwIgnjW1DtSW1WdbYUynRKBZ07V4-rfgbfTnReKKfbRXIa9J4ZemLarHJ4vh_xtnW91r79Dixur-dIA/s400/Table%20Mountain.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2YtzWqVGQgRexyEQG9ACahGCwAc_b9iNIBdlfAm6dBlMPLeTVAQ8xYpaJcd5qtWliMkvu_hTNwOS5oirD6mVU6Gy8A7nCdhpLobeCxc8xucCwIgnjW1DtSW1WdbYUynRKBZ07V4-rfgbfTnReKKfbRXIa9J4ZemLarHJ4vh_xtnW91r79Dixur-dIA/w401-h256/Table%20Mountain.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Let's start with global warming. Climate change is turning up the heat, resulting in dryer summers, reduced mountain snowpack, increased lightning strikes and longer fire seasons. Since the 1980s, researchers say, climate change has doubled the area of wildfires in the western U.S.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">These trends will not be reversed on their own, of course. Global temperatures have been hotter than the historical average for 40 consecutive years. With the planet heating up, some locations most vulnerable to extreme weather events are becoming exposed to further danger.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0T7zgEWz_rcNmbyXnxLP8JJMn4LvuNunbGDAgNOreGQ5mA6V4ClasLK7Lg_ro-SHQaIabCcp_cZMIwsIszGomUme8vHUKKarETUAtDK-wgd8DHYuFRr7Cwt0pm9APAFUef1wLI6Wp4JMvMBifgvpia5ygr_EcctC_l-LXVrFX54fi4t9Y0tKXmccaw/s600/Bootleg.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0T7zgEWz_rcNmbyXnxLP8JJMn4LvuNunbGDAgNOreGQ5mA6V4ClasLK7Lg_ro-SHQaIabCcp_cZMIwsIszGomUme8vHUKKarETUAtDK-wgd8DHYuFRr7Cwt0pm9APAFUef1wLI6Wp4JMvMBifgvpia5ygr_EcctC_l-LXVrFX54fi4t9Y0tKXmccaw/w400-h246/Bootleg.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">As communities grow, more development is edging closer to forests and grasslands in what is known as the wildland-urban interface, resulting in a number of cities and towns at much higher risk of destructive wildfire. This is the "danger zone," where fires might otherwise have petered out on their own.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The sheer remoteness of some of these communities in the wildland-urban interface makes it even more difficult to battle the fires when they do occur. In some cases, firefighters may have difficulty pumping water to fight fire or gaining access because of downed power lines that sparked the blaze.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpHS8OryE61F30LbK5iVYkBwVpiWvAeiYyYfu0mV7y0WAp5QnOCWrU_AnyU943S67_JD1wowOaLGCOcw4qQYqC00U92Oh-Vp88t-muHUySrfoCgeEAzdHlr1hBEkswWtitSUg-0AZ82NEHQV_rbiAdw4OmVduIzeGtWtB4hlMwoNlO5V8tbl0zKy_Sw/s850/Backfire.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="850" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpHS8OryE61F30LbK5iVYkBwVpiWvAeiYyYfu0mV7y0WAp5QnOCWrU_AnyU943S67_JD1wowOaLGCOcw4qQYqC00U92Oh-Vp88t-muHUySrfoCgeEAzdHlr1hBEkswWtitSUg-0AZ82NEHQV_rbiAdw4OmVduIzeGtWtB4hlMwoNlO5V8tbl0zKy_Sw/w401-h234/Backfire.JPG" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Finally, as anyone from the <a href="https://gonzopublicrelations.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-aldo-leopold-society-prologue.html">Aldo Leopold Society</a> would tell you, the primary strategy for dealing with wildfires has been to prevent or fight them. Worse, insect infestations have decimated forests. But unrelenting and short-sighted fire suppression efforts are not always the best option.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Because of past fire suppression policies and inadequate management practices, forests are now clogged with plant material. Managing forest fuels and controlled burns help make forests more resilient in the long run, allowing a natural process of rebirth and renewal.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTw94wWHtgC7LtW8KEsxhx_laHx_nbXpTy3cPAFiofEqpY0Mun8yynx7RPCzAkAvtaeVNn0NeOUxnrbiXvvGqC9wYujrBdR8CqKO1d1p1txzrOGwyCLf_EPnORpQnN3bBhKGX7WSoJc-kpTT01omq00QrElbdfRkQeFM9kzI3Yb-bkncOoYxVFQyCLA/s1024/Dixie%20Fire.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTw94wWHtgC7LtW8KEsxhx_laHx_nbXpTy3cPAFiofEqpY0Mun8yynx7RPCzAkAvtaeVNn0NeOUxnrbiXvvGqC9wYujrBdR8CqKO1d1p1txzrOGwyCLf_EPnORpQnN3bBhKGX7WSoJc-kpTT01omq00QrElbdfRkQeFM9kzI3Yb-bkncOoYxVFQyCLA/w403-h260/Dixie%20Fire.jpg" width="403" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meanwhile, wildfire is merely one of many consequences of the unchecked use of fossil fuels like coal and oil, resulting in trapped greenhouse gases in the atmosphere. The top priority should be taking decisive steps to reduce the use of fossil fuels and transition to renewable energy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Scientists indicate that we have just 12 years to complete the overhaul necessary to limit warming to a manageable level and avoid the worst consequences, so there's no time to waste. In the meantime, we need to invest in restoration work that helps forests more resilient to climate change.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTF78JJUp5sLVTQEwmWrsaaPe8mmDfl0R_bpK1tijQyfWyShvsca-6ABRyVbnIOdqEDUVQKsXhoRygOE7etwzSMO_VZrHw-wmRi4cLLv7mhgTqbexe_pL14PEuQEVKYsbYYo7vrPr1cZ46kAcWOebPmtPuVdpNXP36L_78zQHRkR49TSOoDWZzarP6xA/s612/Chiwaukum%20fire.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="612" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTF78JJUp5sLVTQEwmWrsaaPe8mmDfl0R_bpK1tijQyfWyShvsca-6ABRyVbnIOdqEDUVQKsXhoRygOE7etwzSMO_VZrHw-wmRi4cLLv7mhgTqbexe_pL14PEuQEVKYsbYYo7vrPr1cZ46kAcWOebPmtPuVdpNXP36L_78zQHRkR49TSOoDWZzarP6xA/w402-h255/Chiwaukum%20fire.jpeg" width="402" /></a></div><br /></div>Gonzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08193655736143997472noreply@blogger.com0