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In past “Beerchasing Miscellany” blog posts (those not on a bar or brewery, but just my random reflections), I’ve often used alliteration in the title featuring the month of publication.  Examples include January Jammin, February Flashbacks, Ambling in April, May Musings, May Meanderings, June Juxtapositions, Jumping in June, October Origins, Thanksgiving Thoughts, November Nuances…..you get the idea.

The topics in these include my coffee chat with the West Linn Police Chief Peter Mahuna and subsequent ride-along with a City police officer.  I offered thoughts on the Oregon State vs. Oregon football games (I still call it the politically incorrect “Civil War rivalry”) and told you about the musical choices in my collection ranging from Big Band to Country Western. 

There was my visit to a wonderful breakfast diner in Canby, Oregon – that being Pappy’s Greasy Spoon. And when nostalgia overcame me during the pandemic and I couldn’t go to dive bars, I even tried to glorify high school memories at Oregon City High School (e.g. placing an outhouse on the roof of the school as a senior prank – see story below from the now defunct Oregon City Enterprise Courier.

A Departure?

The title of this June post is a bit of a deviation from the awful alliteration in the past.  I’ll explain the “ubiquitous” reference below, but it’s meant to highlight a recent reunion with two good friends Kirby Neumann-Rea and Craig “The Dude” Hanneman – the latter going back to college days at Oregon State University in the late ’60’s. 

The story of our triangular connection reveals how life’s events weave their way through our existence and enrich our routines – sometimes many years later.

Kirby’s wife, Lorre Chester-Rea is the sister of the late, Gary Kestler USMC – my best friend and neighbor in high school (and a fellow outhouse prankster – see above) who was killed in Viet Nam in 1967. Lorre and Gary’s dad, the late Robert Chester, who served as Oregon City Police Chief for many years, was the best man in my 1980 wedding.

I have written about The Dude a number of times in this blog, relating our time as roommates in the SAE house at Oregon State in 1969, his affinity for Dean Martin, his football history as an All-American for the Beavers and then defensive tackle for the Pittsburgh Steelers including an indirect and unintentional role in the 1972 Immaculate Reception.

Also, his affinity for Dean Martin and his summiting of Mt Everest in 2012 and eventually all of the Seven Summits.  (I should also mention that he loved to play Dean Martin tunes in our study room – incessantly. (#1 – #3)

Kirby and the News!!

The foundation of this story originates forty-four years ago in Dallas, Oregon – shortly after Kirby graduated from Linfield College in McMinnville.  He was a cub reporter for the Polk County Itemizer-Observer – a weekly newspaper.

Kirby’s reporting endeavors actually go back further as he explained in a May 16, 2025 article in the McMinnville News Register – the fifth paper on Kirby’s journalistic journey (as evidenced in the photo below) and where he retired as Managing Editor on March 31st:

“I started as a paperboy more than 50 years ago, for the old East Side Journal in Kirkland, Washington. My first writing experiences were as an eighth-grade stringer for the Sammamish Valley News, in Redmond, Washington, then as a journalist for the paper at South Albany High in Oregon.”  (#4 – #6)

Kirby left the Dallas paper after several years and traveled overseas, then took a job at the Molalla Pioneer – another weekly, in 1985.  Fate had it that he would then return to the Dallas Itemizer Observer (he was probably enchanted and curious about the name of the paper…).

Kirby had gained enough credibility at his paper by that time to have a column he called “Scrapbook” – observations and insights laid out in an eclectic narrative – a feature, he stated, he was blessed to continue during his entire career.

One of his responsibilities was covering the meetings of the Polk County Commission.  Enter The Dude, who after his NFL career, went home to Turner, Oregon to manage his family’s farm and then successfully ran for a four-year term as Commissioner (1985-1989).

Well, one of the items Kirby mentioned in a 1989 “Scrapbook” post was about a Dallas Chamber of Commerce breakfast meeting.  Evidently, this meeting was a weekly highlight for the city of then 9,500 people as this excerpt from his column states.  Craig Hanneman was also mentioned, and the column shows Kirby’s respect for The Dude. (#7)

Breakfast News…

“The room was cramped; the twenty-people who attended represented the largest gathering at any breakfast forum in recent memory.”

And this next paragraph is where Kirby’s erudition as a wordsmith started a “story” that would idiosyncratically continue with some gaps for over forty years.

“…Mike Propes of Willamina, Republican candidate for Polk County Commissioner…came with his mother, Alice Propes, armed with his ubiquitous sepia-tone campaign brochures and a sore throat.  (emphasis added)

…..Commissioner Craig Hanneman was one of those who declined breakfast as he prepared to hear the words of the two men who want his job. (Hanneman declined to run for re-election.) Or perhaps he has no room for the Cholesterol Special, what with all the fire in his belly.

He’s always had gastrointestinal coals, but Hanneman seems feistier than normal as the end of his time as commissioner approaches.  Perhaps he’s experiencing ‘short-timer syndrome’ in reverse. 

I don’t envy anyone who crosses Hanneman between now and Jan 1; a man of strong convictions (and usually the information to back it up), he is determined to leave office as active as the day he began four years ago.”

….Wavering on an issue in front of Hanneman is like pitching underhand to Jose Canseco.”

Well, as both Neumann-Rea and Hanneman relate the story, the Dude called Kirby after the story appeared and laughingly said something to the effect of:

“Damn Kirby.  You taught me a new word.  I’m a farm boy from Turner and have never seen or heard the word ‘ubiquitous.’  (Note: That may also have been true for most of us who went to an aggie university!)   I had to go to the County Judge’s chambers and look in his dictionary.”

And as the story goes, from that meeting until the end of his term in office later that year, The Dude worked in the word “ubiquitous” at every Commission session.

It’s a Small World

I had stayed in touch with Lorre Chester-Rea and her mother over the years and met Kirby once when they were living in Hood River and he was working for the Hood River News. I had no idea that he knew Craig Hanneman.

Craig and I have had periodic phone calls and beers from the time he returned to Oregon. Several years ago, when we were probably having a draft Budweiser at a dive bar – I think I was kidding him about his limited vocabulary and the name Kirby Neumann-Rea and the ubiquitous story was related.

We laughed at the connection and decided the three of us needed to have a Beerchasing reunion.  That occurred at a McMinnville brewery in March 2023 as shown in the photo below

It Doesn’t End There…

From that point on, we would send each other headlines or articles with our favorite word such as the one at the start of this post that the Dude sent last month from an article about the Willamina School District and those shown below. 

Craig is even sending copies of letters-to-the-editor from the Wall Street Journal! The opportunities are manifold as the present usage of this word is ……“always appearing or found everywhere.” (Roget’s Thesaurus)

The conclusion – at least for now – was at an event in May celebrating Kirby’s retirement as Managing Editor of the McMinnville News Register and his robust journalistic career.  Craig Hanneman was a speaker and I attended as a guest.

The event was filled with Kirby’s family, friends and colleagues from the papers he served for forty-four years.  Of course, The Dude related the “ubiquitous” story and presented Kirby with a copy of the original “Scrapbook” column shown above. (He ignored my suggestion, that he end his oration by advising Kirby to remember that “Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime“.)

The Importance of Community Newspapers

Kirby’s contribution to five different community newspapers in Oregon is remarkable and laudable.  As Craig Hanneman stated:

“He made every paper he worked at better and the observations and insights from his Scrapbook column were unlike anybody else’s.”

And as well stated in the Tidewater News blog, these publications are critical – many have disappeared given the proliferation of digital and social media.

“In an age dominated by global news and social media, the value of local news often gets overshadowed. However, local journalism plays a crucial role in shaping communities, fostering democracy, and keeping citizens informed.”

Kirby Neumann-Rea’s role in these institutions is solid, plus it led to an even more important legacy as he stated:

“My top journalism experiences have to include meeting my wife, Lorre, while on the job. She was serving as municipal court clerk and I as the new editor of the Molalla Pioneer, just starting out there in 1985 – on April 1, naturally – and making the rounds at city hall.”

Kirby and Lorre have been married thirty-eight years and have two wonderful sons – Connal and Delaney Rea. (#8)

Kirby, Connal, Lorre and Delaney Rea

Neumann Rea (the retirement moniker he’s adopted) may no longer have a “Scrapbook” column any longer, but you can now catch his wonderings on his blog – “Burn the Ax Handle” where he covers a wide range of topics.

In fact, I have to compliment him for his use of alliteration in the most recent one – “Cacophony of Curiosities.”

And he will not be bored whatsoever in retirement – whether it’s playing pick-up basketball, where some people (including Neumann-Rea) think he has a decent elbow jumper, to continuation of the hobby he inherited from his dad, Donald, who died in 2020 at 94. (#9 -#11)

Neumann-Rea still sends about fifteen postcards every month and writes letters – not really expecting a response.  His dad’s conglomeration of cards and letters started when he was 12. 

“It was his collection that inspired my lifelong fascination with postcards, including the sending of them. One of the last interactive acts of his life was my reading the messages to him, many from his sister or mother or aunts in the 1930s, ’40s and ’50s.

He collected them extensively during his Navy days in WWII, which has provided an excellent chronicle of his time in uniform.”

I assume that Lorre is going to be all over him, with a more challenging full-court press than he sees at the gym, to get rid of most of the newspapers I’m confident he has stashed in their garage. (#12)

“You can’t keep all of these!”

External Photo Attribution

#1.  Oregon Alpha News 

#2.  Courtesy Craig Hanneman

#3.Public Domain – Wikimedia Commons (https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Dean_Martin_-_publicity.JPG)  This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published in the United States between 1930 and 1977, inclusive, without a copyright notice. Source: Original studio publicity photo of Dean Martin for the film Bells Are Ringing (1960).

#4 – #5.  McMinnville News Register (https://newsregister.com/article?articleTitle=kirby-neumann-rea-starting-over-on-a-new-fork-in-the-road-of-life–1747409748–51914–commentary.

#6.  Linked-in (20) Kirby Neumann-Rea | LinkedIn).

#7. Dallas Oregon Chamber of Commerce (https://dallasoregon.org/).

#8 – #11. Courtesy of Kirby Neumann-Rea.

#12. Microsoft Edge AI image generator

January Jammin…….

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Happy New Year (and) Birthday!

Now I’m not trying to start the year off on a negative tone, but I thought this observation from my file collection reeked with wisdom:

“Denny’s has a slogan, ‘If it’s your birthday, the meal is on us.’ If you’re in Denny’s and it’s your birthday, the chances are excellent that your life sucks!”

Bar Profitability (#2)

I recently read a short article by a guy (probably an Economics major at an SEC school) that stated, “After pouring one shot of liquor, the income from the rest of the bottle is pure profit….”  He should try telling that to one of the hundreds (or thousands) of bar owners who have gone out of business since the pandemic.

To lend credence in refuting this idiot’s assertion, I came across the following which itemizes the actual cost of a martini in five cities.  https://vinepair.com/articles/martini-cost-breakdown/ For context, I mentioned martinis in my last post about the great bar – The Holy Ghost in Portland, Oregon – where we had martinis which cost $14 each.

The article gives the price for the patron at classy bars in five US cities – New York City $20, Charleston $14, Los Angeles $16, Phoenix $15 and Chicago $16. (#3)

More overhead than just the gin and olive!

It then gives an overhead calculation for each city.  To illustrate, let’s just take the operating costs for the Chicago martini at the classy Club Lucky with the price of $16.

Ingredients: $3.23
Labor: $4.64
Mortgage: $0.86
Food: $4.16
Supplies: $0.49
Miscellaneous costs: $0.93
Total Cost: $14.31
Profit: $1.69  (#4)

So, for the guys who slowly nurse their drinks over conversation about the plight of the Chicago Bears, it takes a lot of customers to keep this establishment afloat.

A poignant quote about economists is from John Kenneth Galbraith:

  “Economics is extremely useful as a form of employment for economists.” (#5)

But if you want to know about economic viability, I advise that listening to a financial expert rather than some guy who probably played linebacker at the University of Alabama is wise.

College Memories and the King of Cool

Followers of this blog may remember a number of posts where I’ve related fond memories of my SAE fraternity days at Oregon State University.  The bonds established during those four years have continued over more than fifty years (gads, am I that old…?).  

Whether it was learning how to study (which I largely ignored in high school) by having mandatory study tables from 7 to 10 each night as a freshman (unless achieving over a 3.0 GPA), we learned about accountability as a “rook” by getting up each morning at 6:30 AM with members of our class when we cleaned the heads or helped cook breakfast.

We learned to adapt by slumbering in one of four twenty-five bed sleeping porches.  The lessons ingrained were not imparted in classes in Western Civ or Intro to Sociology.

And there were lasting memories such as football games including the incredible upset over the #1 rated USC Trojans led by OJ Simpson in 1967 – the year of the OSU Giant Killers.

We can’t forget concerts by entertainers such as Three-Dog Night, Petula Clark and Lou Rawls, house dances with pre-functions, the Inter-fraternity Sing, intramural championships and the Civil War game.  Comraderie with my fellow NROTC midshipmen and even second-term Calculus (not!) are part of the recollection. (#6 – #7)

I even learned from my room-head when I was a freshman that it was cool to blow your nose in a dirty undershirt (he maintained that no-one would ever know) – a practice I sustained for years until the first time I tried it after getting married.  Janet informed me that if I ever did that again, I would do all the family’s laundry forever.

And these friendships have been sustained throughout the years including some great Beerchasing events, attending football games in Corvallis and sadly, memorial services including the last two years for SAE Brothers Duane “Thumper” Barton and Charlie “Buck” Adams where we serenaded the departed bros with the SAE song.

Now, some might say, “Dirt (that was my college nickname), you are living in the past;” however, I would remind them of Helen Keller’s statement:

“So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.”

Now as an example, take my fraternity brother, Craig (The Dude) Hanneman (a former Beerchaser-of-the-Quarter, who I first met when he came to the SAE house as a freshman on a football scholarship in 1967.  He was involved in football and I in NROTC and with the normal college schedules, we didn’t get to know each other well until winter term of 1968.

Each class slept on sleeping porches with bunks – and we also had four-person study rooms with a desk and closet for each guy.  There was a bench-couch and table at the end under a window where we put the hi-fi so we could play vinyl tunes.

We were assigned these rooms each term by the House Manager and Hanneman was the youngster in the room and I was one class ahead as a sophomore.  I knew he was a guy (with a rural background) from Turner which I originally thought was a truck-stop somewhere in Eastern Oregon or Idaho.

My 33LPs were of popular groups like the Four Seasons, the Mamas and Papas and The Temptations.  I assumed Craig would favor country-western icons like George Jones or Merle Haggard, but on the first days I came back from class, he was playing Dean Martin.

When I questioned him, he pointed out that Dino was known as “The King of Cool” and maintained that I too would learn to love him.  Well, that didn’t prove to be the case, except for one song, which I played over and over while we both sang along – Thirty More Miles to San Diego…(#8)

The King of Cool

I subsequently learned that the song was track 10 on the album “Happiness is Dean Martin” – a title that didn’t comport with my perceptions.  That said, I also liked the song “Open Up the Door – Let the Good Times In” which we adopted as our motto in Room 2 although it had a negative impact on our GPAs.

I also pointed out to Craig that thirty miles north of San Diego – besides being the location of Legoland – was a drive of 16 hours or 989 miles from Corvallis, so the likelihood of us having a beer there rather than Price’s Tavern in downtown Corvallis was minimal.

While his taste in music was questionable, I immediately learned that the Hanneman’s sense of humor was robust.  As I mentioned above, freshman (rooks) at the house could garner demerits from the House Manager for missing or showing up to morning work or study tables late. 

Upper classmen told us that these demerits would be recorded on our college transcripts and could keep us from getting a job or into grad school and eventually heaven.

I still have in my files, the most cherished demerit from those years that was authored by Craig Hanneman during an all-house work party to get the house in shape for homecoming weekend.  It speaks for itself.   

Joel McDonald, the House Manager, was a wonderful guy and after college became a minister.  We were glad to know that this demerit didn’t keep him for gaining admission to seminary…..

None of us knew at that time that Dude would go on to become an All-American defensive tackle and then play for the NFL – first with the Pittsburgh Steeler’s including the playoff game with the Immaculate Reception – which has a Craig Hanneman element in itself https://www.steelers.com/news/a-mistake-that-turned-out-to-be-immaculate

Or upon retirement from the NFL because of injury, own and manage a 200-acre farm and forest operation for seven years before being elected County Commissioner of Polk County, Oregon in 1985.

He followed with a career as a corporate executive at Willamette Industries, Weyerhaeuser and at the Oregon Foresty Industry Council for a combined twenty-two years. Now, I will probably be admonished for the preceding by my old friend because he’s very modest and tries to avoid accolades, but he was also a great family man.

And while his career achievements are admirable, what endears him to his friends is his sense of adventure and expanding his horizons – that and his loyalty to friends.  Dude and his football teammates ran with the bulls in Pamplona (picture below) has ridden his Harley thousands of miles on road trips on multiple continents and rafted serious rivers.

Oh yeah, there was also his summit of Mount Everest in 2012 – one of the Seven Summits which he completed in 2019.  In fact, he is one of the few members of the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame to be inducted for two sports – football and mountain climbing.

I stay in touch with Dude and we have periodic Beerchasings – with the SAEs including the one below from the Gemini pub in Lake Oswego.  

And, of course, Dino and our favorite song comes up.  For example, this e-mail after I congratulated him on the Mount Everest climb:

“Okay, I’ll admit it, all those late-night sessions playing “flinchies” (that’s another story…..) really hardened me up to climb Everest!   And to prove some things never change, you’ll be pleased to know I had plenty of Dean Martin tunes on my iPod Nano to help drown out the noisy wind at night.”        

Flash Forward

On the afternoon of October 31, 2024, I was trying to figure out how to surreptitiously transfer to my desk drawer, some of the Snickers candy bars we had for youngsters coming to our house on Halloween.

While I was in my office trying to keep Janet from seeing my clandestine depletion of what I thought was detrimental to youngsters’ dental health, a text popped up on my phone with the following two photos:

I was aware from an e-mail two days before from Dude telling me that he was departing on an adventure that would take him through Southern California and stating:

“Dirt, I’m driving through San Diego tomorrow night….and leaving tugged a tad at my heart thinking of the good memories of our time in Room 2 listening to Dean Martin and only thirty miles to go.  If I see a road sign that says SD thirty miles, trust me, I’m taking a picture.”

Well, the picture on the above left is not of a road sign, but of Craig’s GPS, which caused him to bring up the golden oldie on the right.  Go figure!

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=sjrVIU1u1LU

With my elevated mood, I was much more generous with the candy that night than usual.

Cheers and Happy New Year (#9)

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