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the return of three dot journalism .. THE KING IS DEAD, LONG LIVE TIlE KING By Robert Lowes Sadly, both personally and professionally, I refer to the passing last month of my Iongtime friend and mentor Herb Caen, the Pulitzer prize-winning columnist of the San Fran- cisco Chronicle, whose column uniquely chronicled life in his beloved City by the Bay six-days a week for more than 50-years. As hard as it is for us to believe, our longtime friend and undisputed King of Columnists has left us at the venerable age of 80, a victim of the "Big C," the dread disease that neither his indomitable spirit or daily dosage of vitamin "V" in his martini could conquer. Herb, self-described as the "Saramenta Kid," became both an adopted San Franciscan and a San Francisco legend almost from the time he first arrived in his adopted city. His style of three dot journalism, brief items about life in his beloved Bagdad by the Bay became a daily habit and was often copied, but never duplicated by scores of con- temporary columnists. Let's face it, there will only be one Herb Caen within the span of a lifetime. It is only with the deepest respect and admiration that anyone, myself in- cluded, would presume to attempt to emulate his style of three dot journalism. Can't promise anywhere near the number of exclusive scoops, but here goes, this one's for you Herb wherever you are. ... NOT-IN-MY-BACKYARD, you don't! The so-called NIMBY thing apparently is not limited to the southern desert confines of Nye County, when it comes to the dispos- ing of unwanted nuclear wastes, it's become interna- tional in nature. It's easy to understand why the resi- dents of Southern Nevada don't want to have all the nation's nuclear trash buried beneath the volcanic Yucca Mountain for the next 10,000 years or so. As they say, misery loves company and local antinuke waste dump activists apparently have ac- quired some unlikely foreign allies from the residents of concerned communities within the German Re- public. There in the shadow of the Alps, thousands of antinuclear demonstrators took to the streets this past weeke..pIhtransport .of, nuclear, waste throug'ff the" ntryslae planiiedg':  Protest organizers, describing the antinuclear dem- onstration as the biggest in Germany in a decade, said i 5,000 people rallied at the northern city of Luneburg. Area police were mobilized and put on alert for the largest post-war security operation to ensure that ac- tivists did not blocl*the arri,al of shipments 'tO the Gorleban damp. : ' ' The deterinined Dutchmen and'fraus, led by some 100 tractors from nearby farms, marched through Luneburg's streets and gathered in a park in the city center for the political protest. The controversial radioactive wastes from nuclear power producers in south Germany were scheduled to arrive in the teutonic town by midweek, but  were delays enroute due to sabotaged sections of rail lines and other signs of local resistance, such as smashed windows of public build- ings and graffiti splattered walls along the nuclear route. Start to sound slightly familiar? Reminds me of what used to happen around the test site, and a preview of coming events if the nuclear power industry and the federal gov- ernment goes ahead with its plans for the Yucca Mountain nuke dump. The combined force of 10,000 German anti-nuclear pro- testers succeeded in blocking the shipments of radioactive wastes despite the efforts of 30,000 German policemen to halt their nonviolent, peaceful protest. As noted in a recent editorial by Brian Greenspun, the late Hank's successor at the helm of the Las Vegas Sun, "the other newspaper," "Nevadans want good science to find the kind of 21 st century answer to this problem (nuclear waste) that will make it a national solution, and not one that will punish only us, our children and their children." ... GAZETTEERS' RETURN TO FOLD: The founders and publishers of the Gazette are pleased to wel- come the return of several staffers and columnists back to the fold after recent change in management, not to mention our appreciation to those who remained with us during the turmoil of transition. Change may be good, like the popu- lar ad says, but often it's never easy for those personally ;LINE by R.P..L involved. It's good to have our loyal cadre together again. Back last week from a short 00ranrisro 00llronidr August 30, 1995 Dear Lowes: So glad we are in 'I hiatus was writer-photographer-columnist Patti Babcock with her popular "Horsin' Around" column and eques- trian features. Photographic evidence of how she spent her weekend at the regional junior rodeo and clowin' around with the clown appears in this week's edition. Also return- ing to our weekly pages is award-winning outdoor editor- photo-journalist Dave Downing of Tonopah. In between red and green flags and computer convul- sions, Dave's back to cover the north. Also back in the saddle is investigative columnist exposer of the corrupt Brent Mathewson of the Amargosa Valley who will be tak- ing an increased editorial role with the paper. Without sounding too Biblical, many were called, but only a select few have been chosen. .,. NAMES IN THE NEWS. Was good to talk with some old friends from the recent past now that Linsey, aka Helaine, and I are back. Knowing that the annual Rhyolite Days were fast-approaching (March 15-16) we tracked down old friend and longtime loyal reader ALPHEUS BRUTON, the longtime general manager of the Fred Harvey Company in Death Valley and currently the proud propri- etor of the landmark Beatty Club after a stop as hotel-ca- sino manager for FAST EDDIE RINGLE at the Stagecoach casino in the mid-county community and head honcho and chief tourism booster for Pioneer Territory ... Needing to find a room at the Inn in Tonopah, aka the MIZPAH, dur- ing a recent convention, we contacted the scrappy innkeeper owner BILL ALLISON, the part-time movie star and my former jump master at Fort Benning, the imprint of whose combat boot remains permanently imprinted on my poste- rior after all these years. I would have been the first out of the aircraft if the plane was in trouble, but as young as I was at the time, it didn't make much sense to jump out of a perfectly good plane that kept flying without me aboard. It was good to get a long overdue update on mutual friends and current conditions in the north county from my ebul- lient friend. Among others, he told me of a recent visit from ... FR. CHARLES CASSELL, the former pastor of St. Patrick Parish in Tonopah. Father Charlie, "the Papal Prince" as he was sacrile- giously dubbed, I learned, is now pastor of a parish across the California border at Lake Isabella. Despite my numerous visits to his confessional for absolution, don't think he's ever forgiven me for my banner head- line exposing the Catholic cleric as the infamous 'BELL ROBBER OF BEATrY" when he relocated the historic bell from St. Theresa's to Tonopah. Even complained directly to the Pope about me on that one,, but that was during the younger and obviously wilder days of my misguided youth .... Of all the reminis- cences, the most nostalgic of all was my telephone cowtersation witk:VIETNAM VETS MEMORIAL on e sinq. ,0ur, convesatipn b/pugh ,k a flood- gate of memories going all the way back to Southeast Asia. Too many guys and gals we knew have gone before us, but perhaps it was theuntimely death"6f fellow veteran Marathoner DON KIEFER of Amhurst, New York who was killed on impact when his chute failed to open during last year's event. In Nam such things came with the territory, but for Don to have survived two combat tours with the Marines in that tragic war and have his life come to an abrupt end on an airstrip in the Amargosa Valley touched us both in a sig- nificant way. This 15th year of the memorial event will probably be the last. Most of the guys whom I had known as baby boomers were now either in their late forties or had gone over the hump into their fifties. The bodies are still willing to pay respectful homage to their comrades in arms, but the knees are getting too weak and war-worn from their years in jungles to tackTe the rigor of a hundred mile romp through the rigorous terrain of Death Valley. We may never see some of our friends again in this life but they will never be forgotten, and I know they will never forget the many friends they made here. I know I never will. So much for my attempt at Herb's three dot journalism, I hope you en- joyed the trip. t i I t 3 I i 1 I I A few little vignettes to brighten up your day When I sit down to write a column, a lot of the time all I have to work with is a glimmer of an idea. Sometimes, if I'm lucky it turns out. We won't talk about the times it- doesn't. I wasn't going to write a column this morning, as I've got a lot of projects going andI wouldn't have if Ditto hadn't handed me something to read before I got started working on them. So the projects will just have to wait while I share what I read. We subscribe to a monthly nonprofit newsletter "Abun- dant Living" Box 12525 Prescot, AZ 86304-2525. On the front page of this newsletter is a section titled "Chuckles," little short vignettes that I hope you will find amusing. So I will lay them on you to judge. Sign in Vets office. The Doctor is in. Sit! Stay! Take your pick. There are two kinds of people. Those who stop and think and those who stop thinking. OH Dear! Slim Sez by Slim Sirnes Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever. Peace at last. Grandmother decided to send playpen to her daughter who had just given birth to her fourth child. Thank you so much for the playpen the daugh- ter wrote back. "It's wonderful. I sit in it every afternoon and read. The children can't get near me!" Gotcha! A farmer was bragging to some city visitors. "I'm the old fashioned type of farmer," he said, "I can plow, milk cows, prune trees, feed hogs and anything else that has to be done around the place. I don't think there is anything that goes on that I can't do." "Can you lay an egg?" One of the city folks asked. I could go on and probably fill up a couple of more col- umns with bits out of this one of a kind newsletter. Maybe I've piqued your interest and you will subscribe to it. It's only $15 a year and is tax deductible. Something most of the readers of this newspaper are always interested in. In this last issue they even had a credo that I have been following for years. It went. Take a chance. Even a turtle gets nowhere until he sticks his ,eck out. Have a good one.