Fall Facades – Part I

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Perhaps I reached for the title of this post a bit, but I like captions with alliteration and my intent is to just cover a number of miscellaneous topics – just on the surface without overanalyzing – just a facade, if you will. That way I’ll have more time for football…..(# External photo attribution at the end of the post – #1)

The image portrays an Oregon State University Beaver football player. I can’t get excited about PAC 12 football or athletics, however, with the realignment.

It essentially decimated the “Conference of Champions (nicknamed by the unforgettable former Washington State basketball coach George Raveling).

I was at OSU during the Giant Killer years in the late 60’s when we beat #!-ranked USC led by OJ Simpson – who in those years tried to escape defensive linemen rather than sheriff’s deputies.

That said, I was pleased and entertained to see how the Beavs played in their 20 to 33 loss to #23-ranked Houston in the first game. Quarterback Braden Atkinson showed real potential as did some of his young receivers. Not to be cynical, but if that kind of showing continues, he will in all probability be in the transfer portal at the end of the season.

The Good Old College Years

One’s freshman year at college was often a life-changing experience and the first time many young people were relatively independent. Without trying to be overly sentimental, I remember with fondness being a “Rook” in 1966 at the SAE house. We got up at 6:30 every weekday morning to start “chores” – cleaning the showers/urinals, serving on kitchen crew, mopping floors, etc.

Similarly, at the NROTC unit, we were the pitiful 4/c midshipman who screwed things up whenever we marched at drill, didn’t spit polish our shoes correctly and struggled with the academic regimen. Our first-term Naval History professor told us that if we got sleepy during class to go stand in the back of the room.

I still have memories of my wonderful late fraternity brother, Dan (Foghead) Riley. Dan, after commissioning, served six years as a Navy aviator and landed on aircraft carriers.

As he nodded off sitting at a desk next to me, piece of chalk (thrown by instructor Lt. Reece) whizzed by his head and splattered on the blackboard in the back of the room. By the time we were seniors, however, (see photo below) we were squared away.

Those were times of joy, but challenge. The first time away from home marked a significant transition that required adaptation, resilience and learning from mistakes. Being away from family, friends, and familiar surroundings can cause feelings of loneliness and sadness.

Juggling academics, social life, extracurricular activities and for some – a part-time job – could be overwhelming. That said, regardless of whether you were studying for a professional career or just trying to figure out your major, it was a first step in learning how to deal with life’s future challenges.

I was therefore befuddled – maybe unjustifiably so – with two new developments on college campuses. First, as stated in the Morning Brew 8/12/2026: (#2 – #3)

“The University of Michigan won’t release official grades for its freshmen’s first semester. The university said that the pivot to a pass/no credit system for first semester classes is an effort to ‘curb the mental health crisis’ among students. (emphasis added)

…. Professors will still give students grades on assignments (in the Colleges of Literature, Science, and Arts) and the school will internally track grades for scholarship and athletic requirements. But the letter grades won’t show up on students’ transcripts”

Other colleges – California Institute of Technology, Swarthmore College, MIT (since 1968) and Wellesley College – all have similar programs for first-semester grades. I guess if I knew my first term grades for physics and calculus (I was a Political Science major, but needed them for my Navy scholarship), wouldn’t go on my transcript, I would have slept a lot better.

Perhaps a Statistics major could do a class project determining the statistical significance of frosh beer consumption and patronage at Good Time Charley’s – a traditional UM hangout for both students and faculty – both before and after this policy is implemented. (#4)

The good news is that it won’t go into effect until 2027. Maybe Michigan can fix its football scoreboard synchronization by then.

A Step Too Far?

While I can accept with a bit of skepticism, the grade scheme above, I unequivocally question the wisdom of another trend at some of the elite universities as reported in the Washington Post 8/11 – a college concierge service.

“College Concierge empowers students to focus on what is important in their academic and social journey during these important years or their life.” (#5)

I couldn’t find a specific cost without booking an appointment, but most are on a monthly fee basis. For example, College Concierge – a Dallas-based company (go figure..) emphasizes consequences?!:

“Based on the parent’s preferences, students can take on the responsibility of submitting their grocery order by a certain date each month or bi-weekly, with a consequence of groceries not being present the following week.“

And to further emphasize personal responsibility, College Concierge will not arrange the delivery of alchoholic beverages — regardless of age!

The service shown in the photo above might be awkward in a fraternity sleeping porch.

Before leaving these two trends, however, it’s worth noting that young people today have real challenges which didn’t face us during our college years – climate change, the implications of AI, the perception of the US by our traditional allies, among others.

My intent is not to demean those in Generation Z. But ingraining a sense of personal responsibility is more important than ever.

Farewell Counselor!

In a 2023 blog post, I highlighted my friend of almost fifty years – attorney Mark O’Donnell. I was saddened when he passed away on August 26th. Mark was one of the best business, land-use and real estate lawyers in the state.

His robust practice also included legal work for non-profit organizations.  Besides his skill as a lawyer, Mark was also a wonderful human being and a man of strong faith.

He’s a guy who showed compassion, a dry and sophisticated sense of humor and an ethic which involved helping others on a daily basis. (#6)

We first met a Clackamas County Commissioner’s land-use hearing in 1979 and started our friendship with a series of letters – continued for many years. My initial letter to him culminated with Mark’s letter responding dated 7/11/1979. 

It addressed a check I sent him for $1.07 for “legal services in kind.”  The final paragraph in his letter stated:

“The El Gazebo Saloon has the finest super nachos that I’ve ever tasted.  Please call me so that we may discuss these important matters over a plate of super nachos and large amounts of beer.”

In my many years working with lawyers, I learned they don’t like to be outdone. True to form, Mark followed up with a letter to the proprietor of the Saloon. The check sat there for six months until we used it as a credit against our beer.

Mark’s memorial service will be on Saturday, October 11 at St. John the Fisher Catholic Church in Beaverton.

He will be missed.

And Farewell Iconic PacWest Center Fir Tree….

In a 2023 blog post, I chronicled the story of the celebrated evergreen on the 25th external terrace of the PacWest Center in the heart of Portland. I worked in the building for twenty-five years when my law firm occupied the 16th – 20th floors.

The PacWest Center had character and reflected the dynamic personality of its developer – John Russell, President of Russell Development Co. who has both an engineering degree and an MBA from Harvard Business School.

I quoted a fascinating 2023 KOIN News article entitled, “This Portland pine may be the world’s tallest tree planted on top of a high rise:” (#7 – #8)

“Standing approximately 40 feet tall, the pine prominently planted atop the Pacwest Center’s 25th-floor terrace could be the tallest tree growing from any high-rise rooftop on Earth.

Commuters anywhere southwest of Jefferson Street and 6th Avenue are bound to notice the coniferous evergreen towering above Downtown traffic. Planted shortly after the office building’s completion in 1984, the tree has quietly matured with the Portland skyline, drawing little attention in the last four decades.”

Unfortunately, as recently reported in Willamette Week “The PacWest Center Pine Tree Has Died at Age 42.”

“The quirky fixture of the Portland skyline was removed in March for safety reasons…. An exact cause of death was not given, but an arborist evaluated the pine and determined it was ‘in declining health and no longer viable.’”

Perhaps replanting the fir will be symbolic of the regeneration which needs to take place in the City of Portland.

Happy Anniversary!

The Benedictine Brewery and St. Michael Taproom at the Mount Angel Abbey, celebrated its eighth anniversary on August 31st. I got involved with the group that helped plan the Brewery starting in 2016 and still remember the structure raising on a cold day in November in 2017.

Check out the amazing video in this post on Thebeerchaser. https://thebeerchaser.com/2017/11/21/the-benedictine-brewery-beam-me-up/

“In 2018, the taproom opened quietly on August ahead of the soft opening of the brewery in September. The dollar bill in the glass case is from the first purchase at the taproom, made by Mount Angel Seminary alumni, classes of 1971 and 1975.

We are grateful to God that St. Michael’s Taproom continues to offer Benedictine hospitality to all our guests eight years later.” (#9 – #13)

Fr. Martin Grassel has built a regional following with his excellent beers and the Brewery has been a wonderful addition to the Abbey. And cheers to Br Lorenzo Conocido now working with him and Taproom Manager, Nicole McCall, for her wonderful staff. Congratulations on this milestone. You should pay a visit to Taproom.

Cheers and Blessings

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#1. Open AI Image Generator

#2.  Wikimedia Commons (File:West Hall, University of Michigan, University Avenue, Ann Arbor, MI – 54380287947.jpg – Wikimedia Commons) Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license  Author: w_lemay –  8 September 2024.

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Running and Jumping in May

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May is a great month for Thebeerchaser although my birthday reminded me not only of how long I have been pursuing this hobby (since 2011) but more importantly, how many times the earth has rotated on its axis with me on it (in contrast to making trips around the sun) – that would be 28,490. (You can calculate how old that makes me and don’t forget leap years…)

In terms of hours that would be 683,760 on my birthday, although I think the time in sophomore geometry at Oregon City High School should add an additional increment for each period.

What’s in a Name?

My retired journalist friend, Kirby Neuman Rhea, who you may have read about in my post in June 2025 is an original and creative thinker.

In a conversation we had when Beerchasing in McMinnville a few years ago with my fraternity brother, Craig (The Dude) Hanneman, I mentioned as we were raising a mug, that breweries were running out of names for new beers.

Hanneman, Rhea

I’d read an article and then saw a newsletter from an Intellectual Property law firm entitled, “Craft Beer Names Worth Protecting” which said, in part:

Kirby, in a moment of inspiration, then suggested that brewers should use the names of racehorses for their new brews. Although we’d each only had one brewski, we unanimously affirmed the creativity and brilliance of that idea.

I decided to test that hypothesis using a number of the entrants in the 2026 Kentucky Derby and with the on-line help of an expert on beer styles and characteristics. Rich Carbonara. He has an outstanding website and business in Munich, Germany. (#3 – #5)

Beerwanderers.com is a site for lovers of new beers in Franconia, largely a region in northern Bavaria where close to 300 breweries are densely dotted across a timeless landscape. Since 1997, Rich has been leading tourists on hikes and visits to the breweries.

He is also the author of an excellent book Beerhiking Bavaria. (Here’s hoping he’ll forgive me for this sacrilege in describing beers!).

See if you think these hypothetical beers with the actual names of seven horses in this year’s Derby would make the tap list in your favorite bar:

“Renegade” IPA – A strong contender out of the gate which maintains flavor throughout the entire race (mug). From wire-to-wire this horse sets a comfortable tempo, though there are consequences if you drink too fast too early.

“Commandment” Helles – This thoroughbred is versatile, possessing enough speed and taste to keep up with the front-runners but able to save energy to take the lead with the final mug

“Right to Party” Bock – A steed which can be considered a “closer” to the last brew. May remain at the rear of the field in the early stages, saving energy for a “closing kick” or strong finish for the final furlong or stein.

“Golden Tempo” Pilsner – (The Winner!) – A champion mount with a commanding head and a golden yellow hue. Comes out of the tap with unbridled enthusiasm and positions in the middle of the pack, staying just off the pace, monitoring the front-runners until it crosses the finish line as the winner. (#6)

“Pavllovian” Porter – After this bangtail fell out of flavor with its stablemates, it has had a bit of a resurgence. Gallops rather than competing with noble hops to a semi-dry, semi-bitter, but impressive finish notwithstanding the handicappers.

“Litmus Test” Lager – An unfiltered chestnut filly with a light roast in the nose. Fairly balanced in a malty way but it’s a little thin on flavor and energy overall. Meanders a bit in finishing but not sticky.

“Great While” Ale – This mare has made strides with its spicey character and interesting complexity. A strong competitor, but doesn’t overpower in the final stretch.

This Book is Definitely Not a Flop!

Oregon State University alums bemoan the demise of the Pac 12 and the current state of athletics in Corvallis. Beaver teams have a rich legacy from the 1967 Oregon State Giant Killer Football Team to three NCAA Titles in Baseball (2006, 2007 and 2018), the 1980-81 Orange Express Basketball Team which went 26 and 0 and had a #1 rating, to the 2001 Fiesta Bowl victory over Notre Dame to name just a few.

Individual OSU athletes have made their mark in both college and professional sports from 1962 Heisman Trophy Winner Terry Baker, to NBA Hall of Famer Gary Payton, to Gold Medal Olympic gymnast Jade Carey, Baltimore Orioles catcher Adley Rutschman and NFL lineman and then mountaineer (Seven Summits) Craig Hanneman.

I would suggest, however, that none brought the notoriety and lasting impact on his or her sport than the late Dick Fosbury – the originator of the Fosbury Flop. (#7 – #8)

Since I met Foz at OSU in 1967, I knew about his accomplishments, but gained new insight earlier this year when my former Schwabe law firm colleague, Brian (Brain) King gave me the book The Wizard of FOZ – co-authorized by Foz and author, columnist and teacher, Bob Welch.

And what an excellent read! I couldn’t stop, although it may have been more meaningful to me, because I was at OSU during the time the legendary high jumper was and actually met him on the track – and not because I was an athlete….

Dick was one year ahead of me – he started undergrad school in 1965. The book talks about how he struggled mightily with the concurrent demands of track and being an engineering major, although his fraternity activities didn’t help in the equation.

The authors talk about how in 1967, to keep from flunking out (and then being drafted and headed for Viet Nam), Foz was forced to work out on the OSU track (Bell Field) at night to fit the engineering labs and studies in during afternoons. (#9)

My sophomore year was not a good time in my life. I was struggling with second term calculus and physics required for my NROTC scholarship and longer-term, trying to figure out what a Political Science major was going to do with that degree after my naval service.

My counselor told me: “Shape up and get some exercise – every day! With classes, my Navy drills and fraternity obligations, the only time I could really do this was at night. Bell Field was less than a mile from the SAE house, so I would jog down and then put in a couple of miles around the track.

Usually, the only other guy there was a high jumper practicing. I marveled at his grace in clearing the bar with his unique style. Dick Fosbury already had some notoriety, but was not an Olympian until 1968. One night, I went up to him and introduced myself and complimented him on his success to this point.

He was extremely humble and friendly and we often had quick chats during our mutual routines. (#10)

At the Olympic Trials in 1968

The book also captivated me because I knew or know a number of people who are quoted or mentioned multiple time in the story of this Medford, Oregon native. Steve Davis, who was a primary competitor of Foz at Medford High School and lettered in both track and football at OSU, was an SAE fraternity brother:

“At sixteen. Dick had no illusions of athletic grandeur. He knew he was no Steve Davis, a fellow sophomore who had already cleared 6’0″.”

“Steve Davis, Fosbury’s high jump rival at Medford High School became a special agent with the US Secret Service with responsibilities for protecting presidents, Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan. He lives in San Diego, California.”

Fred Spiegelberg was the coach of the legendary Medord Black Tornado Football Team for over thirty years starting in 1952. He was a decorated WW II hero and played college football at Washington State in addition to being a nationally ranked intercollege light-heavyweight boxer. In 1979 he was named to the High School Football Coaches Hall of Fame. (#11)

Thus, “Spieg” was Dick’s coach and they debated the traditional straddle style verses the flop, which no one else in Oregon – or the country was using.

He had the same friction with Berny Wagner during his years at Oregon State although both coaches ultimately acquiesced when they saw his determination and ultimate success with his “invention.” And Fosbury respected both men which made it more difficult for him to persevere.

Scott Spiegelberg, like his dad, Fred, and Dick Fosbury, is a member of the Medford High School Athletic Hall of Fame. He played quarterback for Medford and earned All-State and even All-American honors for his accomplishments on the high school gridiron. (#12 – #13)

Upon graduation, he went to OSU and played two years for Coach Dee Andros becoming the Beavers’ starting quarterback in his sophomore year.

His memory of Dick Fosbury’s ill-fated high school football career in a practice involving future NFL star, Bill Enyart, when Scott was a sophomore and Foz was a senior at Medford is quoted in the book:

Scott has had a wonderful professional career in both the private sector and primarily in various positions for Oregon State University both in the Business School and the Athletic Department. He pledged SAE in 1971, after I had graduated; however, I’ve gotten to know him through alumni functions.

He has remained active in fraternity and civic affairs ever since graduation including assisting students at Corvallis High School and serving as President of the SAE Housing Corporation for over fifteen years. He believes in giving back to the community.

I told him at the SAE Founders’ Day Dinner celebrating the fraternity’s 170th anniversary in March, that I enjoyed reading about his dad and his interactions with Dick Fosbury in the book. (I also told him that unlike his dad, he didn’t resemble Charlton Heston.)

It was a great dinner and there was a national officer who flew to Portland to address the assembled group of 88 ranging back to the sixties and fourteen brothers from the class of ’76 receiving their fifty-year certificates.

Unfortunately, Dick Fosbury passed away from lymphoma in 2023, after first being diagnosed in 2008. Although the book talks about how challenging the goal was for him, he graduated from OSU in 1972 with his civil engineering degree. He moved to Ketchum, Idaho in 1977 and became co-owner of Galena Engineering.

He was elected to public office and received numerous awards and honors, both for his athletic and humanitarian activities. He leaves a great legacy, and his name will always be associated with the predominant high jumping style used throughout the globe.

Cheers!

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#1.  Wikimedia Commons (File:Kentucky Derby race, Louisville, Kentucky.jpg – Wikimedia Commons)  Source: Transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons by Milk’s Favorite Cookie. Author: The original uploader was Sayeth at English Wikipedia.  31 March 2005.

#2. Image courtesy of Pam Williams

#3. Chat Gpt (https://chatgpt.com/c/69febe61-efc4-83ea-8e99-c2b85b50ce7c).

#4 – #6. Beerwanderers (Franconian Beer Breweries Trails).

#7. Public Domain – Wikimedia Commons (File:Dick Fosbury 1968.jpg – Wikimedia Commons) This work is in the public domain in the United States.  Author: Unknown – 1968.

#8. Wikimedia Commons (File:FosburyFlop.jpg – Wikimedia Commons) Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license. Author: 
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#10. Wikimedia Commons (Dick Fosbury at the 1968 Olympic trials – Category:Dick Fosbury – Wikimedia Commons) Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license. Source: https://digital.library.ucla.edu/catalog/ark:/21198/zz0002vq8n  Author: The Los Angeles Times – 1 July 1968.

#11.  Medford Athletic Hall of Fame (Fred “Spieg” Spiegelberg: 1985 Medford Sports Hall of Fame Inductee).

#12.  Medford Athletic Hall of Fame (Scott Fredric Spiegelberg: 1990 Medford Sports Hall of Fame Inductee).

#13.  Linked-in (https://www.linkedin.com/in/scott-spiegelberg-a565b234/)

#14.  Oregon Alpha Chapter of SAE Newsletter (https://saeoregonstate.com/).

Up – Down and Sideways — Part II

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As I stated in Part I of this eclectic post (https://thebeerchaser.com/2025/08/23/up-down-and-sideways-part-i/) I contemplated using the title “The Good,The Bad and The Ugly,” but I wanted a third category where I could describe something that was neutral or perhaps where I’m ambivalent, so I went with what you see above.

UP

It’s very easy these days to be cynical and pessimistic about the future – I won’t enumerate all the reasons as that would take several posts and be a downer in itself. Small gestures by people one encounters, however, restore faith in humanity.

Such was the case when my wife and I were on a plane fight from Portland to Anchorage on July 3rd.  Sitting immediately in front of us was a young couple with an infant. Of course, this always makes one wonder how relaxing the flight will be; however, we remember our own experiences when we flew with our young daughters and empathized.

Right before the flight started, the dad, leans over the seat and presents us (as well as all the people in the adjacent seats), the plastic bag and the note shown below:

I was going to ask him if he had any Snickers bars, but Janet elbowed me. The irony was that little Tara was an absolute angel – even when she wasn’t sleeping. Her personality was far superior to the guy sitting across the aisle from me.

And with apologies, that brought back memory of one of the jokes in my files which conveys  how bad that situation can be:

A businessman is on a cross-country flight and sitting in the row just in front of him are two parents and their three-year-old son. The dad tells his son that the plane is a Boeing jet which fascinates the kid. (#4)

As the plane lifts off, the child keeps repeating in a loud voice, “Boeing, Boeing, Boeing!”  After ten minutes, the guy behind him grows so frustrated that he leans over the seat and says in a stern voice to the kid, “Be Silent! Be Silent.”

So, for the rest of the flight, the kid in a happy voice yells, “Oeing!  Oeing! Oeing!”

And to make it worse, the kid sitting right behind him performs the world’s longest drum roll tapping his hands on the back of the guy’s seat from LA to New York.

Down

This time of year, evokes positive memories of college years – football, new academic energy, football, fraternity relationships and parties, football and dating. That said, it’s with saddened heart and anger I witness the deplorable attacks on our universities. (And in some notable cases, capitulation by the institutions.)

To retain their independence and viability, universities need to self-police change some standard practices, be economically prudent and show wisdom and common sense in their research and academic offerings. I certainly don’t want somebody from the federal government shaping curriculum.

The cost of a college degree has become prohibitive for many families – even at state schools. And many universities have gotten comfortable with the traditional model of academia, which may now not be economically viable. (#5)

I love my undergrad alma mater – Oregon State University. I learned how to live and interact with others, contribute in group settings and got an excellent liberal arts education which made me a more enlightened person. (And prepared me for graduate school…!) (#6 – #7)

Oregon State is an excellent engineering, forestry and oceanography school (as well as having an innovative Fermentation Science Program) and also provides a decent liberal arts and business curriculum.

That’s one reason a recent news story in Oregon Live entitled “Oregon State professor teaches punk, horror – and Taylor Swift.”  really irritated me. 

“‘I thrive in trying and doing,’ he said, ‘and getting feedback and trying again.’ The 41-year-old brings the same mindset to his classroom. (The professor) said he values ‘co-creation’ over traditional teaching doctrine – not teaching down to students but learning alongside them’…. (emphasis added) 

And in his other classes on punk music and Taylor Swift, he has students create ‘zines,’ scrappy anti-establishment pamphlets crafted with anything at hand, as a way to learn a do-it-yourself creative philosophy.”

Now, I assume the professor is a nice, well-intentioned guy, but I would suggest that if he wants to “learn alongside” his students, that he should pay tuition rather than being paid as a faculty member.
 
It’s this kind of stuff which gives the misguided souls who want the government to intervene in university curricula, ammunition for their mission (#8 – #9).

Some university research also raises questions such as the objectives of a 2025 study published in The Guardian at the Max Planck Institute of Animal Behavior in Germany – one of eighty independent, non-profit research institutes.

They are funded by the German state and federal governments:

“Wild fish (bream) can tell people apart – at least when they are wearing different-coloured outfits – researchers have found in a study they say could shift our relationship with the creatures….The researchers carried out 30 trials for each (differently colored) outfit and used video recordings to count the number of fish following each diver. 

(Researcher Maëlan)Tomasek added that the study could prompt us to reconsider the way we treat fish, including whether to kill and eat them. ‘It’s very human to not want to care about them, but the fact that they can care about us, maybe it’s time that we can care about them, too,’ he said.”

I don’t know much about Max Planck other than he was a German theoretical physicist who won a Nobel Prize in Physics. I kind of wonder if he would approve of a study like this.

Might it also be a large inferential leap to assume that because a fish follows a guy wearing a red shirt, that it has an emotional attachment? I would also not be hesitant to eat a fish who prefers orange and black to green and yellow.

Conversely…

When I initially read the headline “Edible tape invented to stop your burrito from falling apart” – a project by students at Johns Hopkins University School of Engineering, I thought “Here we go Again!”

“Four US engineering students were brainstorming the perfect invention for their product design course, when lunch inspiration – literally – fell into their laps. ‘Erin was eating a burrito and the tortilla opened all over her,’ one of the four, Tyler Guarino tells CNN.

‘It hit her then – this is a problem that we can solve…. We tested about 50 different formulations’ before finding the winning ‘Tastee Tape’ recipe, Guarino says.” (#10 – #12)

Now maybe it pays to keep cynicism about the impact of research in check, because when I checked further, I found that their counterparts at MIT had already taken it a step further as explained in a 2022 article: “Engineers develop surgical ‘duct tape’ as an alternative to sutures”

“In numerous experiments, the team has shown the patch can be quickly stuck to large tears and punctures in the colon, stomach, and intestines of various animal models.

The adhesive binds strongly to tissues within several seconds and holds for over a month. Once an injury is fully healed, the patch gradually degrades without causing inflammation or sticking to surrounding tissues.” (#13)

Great Dome – MIT

I didn’t check to see if their invention had been implemented in operating rooms – for either people or fish.

You’re Going to be Sick of Winning..???

I was going to leave it there but couldn’t resist quoting two more studies on the same concept that make me wonder how some researchers feel about the practical value of their studies to society.

In 2021, “University of Iowa research finds bronze medalists happier than those with silver.”

“To analyze the photos, the research team used software capable of reading facial expressions by the shapes and positions of mouths, eyes, eyebrows, noses and other facial features. (An assistant professor of marketing noted) ‘A spectator might be inclined to praise a silver medal performance. But for a lot of people, that might not feel like a win.” (#14)

Now in the AI study above reviewing photos of 413 athletes at medal ceremonies from 142 Olympic track and field events between 2000 and 2016, the conclusion was reached strictly by analyzing facial expressions.

You should be comforted that another marketing professor did her research – this study based on simulations. 

“…according to Monica Wadhwa, marketing professor at Temple University’s Fox School of Business in Philadelphia, ‘not winning is, in fact, more powerful than winning.’ She has spent nearly a decade researching this seemingly paradoxical idea, motivated by her childhood experiences.”

And unfortunately, my daughters are now adults, and I didn’t have the benefit of her advice to parents. To wit: “When kids lose – whether in sports or in school – point out to them how close they came to winning.”

Sideways

In my last post, I talked about the acceleration of change in society and trends which affect our daily lives in ever-increasing rapidity. I think these next trends are probably good; however, it may take some adjustment on my part. 

I’m talking about both the use of semicolons and spaces after a period. According to the 5/22/25 Morning Brew:

“The punctuation mark that makes you feel pretentious even when you somehow manage to use it correctly is rapidly becoming passé. The semicolon’s usage in English books has plunged by almost half in the last two decades, from 1 in every 205 words in 2000 to 1 in 390 today, the Guardian reported…

These days, it’s probably found more often in computer programming and tattoos than in text.” (emphasis added)

That brought to mind one jokester’s comment about change stating, “In fifteen years, we’re going to have to get used to seeing a lot of really old people walking around with tattoos.” (#15 – #17)

I’ve always put two spaces after the period at the end of a sentence. I was taught that in two years of high school typing – one of the most useful classes I’ve ever taken and one that I took because I wanted to date a girl who was taking the class. (I did.)

According to a recent article by MasterClass.com:

“The overwhelming majority of contemporary style guides and word processors advise using a single space between typed sentences. When in doubt, use single spacing in research papers, essays, and your creative writing. This is true regardless of whether your sentence ends in a period, a question mark, or some other form of punctuation….

The debate over the number of spaces has waned over the years, but some adherents to the two-space convention (known as ‘two-spacers’) argue the extra space signals the end of a complete thought more effectively.”

Now I’m behind the times since the 2019 American Psychological Association Style Guide reflected the change. I didn’t check to see if they did any research on the emotional impact of being a “two spacer.” I’ve made an effort to reflect the punction change in this post although I’m not going to do a detailed check.

If you don’t like that, go ahead and sue me – my transition to the conclusion of this long post with a lawyer joke – a rhetorical question and remember. I loved working with lawyers:

“If an IRS auditor and a lawyer were both floundering in the surf and you could save only one, would you go to coffee or read the newspaper?” (#18 – #19)

Cheers

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At Beer O’clock, Time Zones are Irrelevant

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According to Dictinonary.com, the definition of Beer O’clock is “the time of day when it is acceptable or customary to start drinking alcohol.”  Thus, I would suggest that the title of this post is valid – Time zones are irrelevant with this concept.

My intent to have a beer in downtown Portland with two of my long-term friends – Doug Bean and Dan Swift – both of whom are still working and whose offices are in Portland’s Central Business District explains why this concept became relevant to me recently. 

Both also happen to be two of the best commercial realtors in Oregon and each has won  the Oregon/Washington Commercial Associate Broker of the Year award multiple times – an association with over 600 members. (#2)

Doug Bean

My connection with Doug Bean goes back to 1966, when both of us played our high school basketball team in the former TYV League – he for the McMinnville Grizzlies and me for the Oregon City Pioneers. Doug was a talented junior who started as small forward while I was a small, skinny guard who spent most games rooting for my teammates from the bench.

We now laugh because while later playing pick-up ball when we both resided at the SAE House at Oregon State (Doug for two years before he transferred to the University of Oregon where he graduated and got his MBA) and then when both of us worked in Portland early in our careers and played at the YMCA, Doug would comment:

“Nothing has changed, Dirt, (my college nickname), you are still looking at the heels of my tennis shoes when I drive by you.”

My response is evidenced by the two team photos below.  You will note Doug’s Grizzlies’ photo is from the TYV Jamboree (He’s in the back row just to the left of his coach.) The Jamboree was a pre-season mini-tournament.

My team photo, however, is from the 1966 Oregon High School State Basketball Tournament – OC with a 17-5 record finished first in the TYV and McMinnville finished third and did not go to the tournament. 

Third-place in TYV League

You will note from the right margin of the second photo that the two teams broke even in league play; however, in a thriller near the end of the season, the Pioneers staged an amazing comeback in the final three minutes to beat the Grizzlies 72 to 70 to capture the league title.

TYV League Champs

But I digress, although it’s worth pointing out that the above photos help me justify to my wife (born and raised in McMinnville) why I have kept the files she has urged me repeatedly to recycle. https://thebeerchaser.com/2022/12/18/de-files-de-files/  (#3)

Dan Swift

I originally met Dan Swift in about 1998, shortly after I became COO at the Schwabe Williamson & Wyatt law firm and we had an RFP process to determine the real estate broker to represent us in lease transactions for our five Northwest offices.

A younger Dan outshone his more established competitors in that process, and he did an outstanding job for us over the next thirteen years until I retired. He still represents the firm (and not primarily because he always came to Board meetings with Krispy Kreme donuts when we made our recommendations.

In a bit of synchronicity, in one transaction for our biggest office – Portland with five floors in the PacWest Center – Dan negotiated with Doug Bean whose firm managed the building.(#4)

A lot of people were entertained when Doug’s firm was located in this high-rise, and we would see each other across the impressive lobby of the thirty-three-floor building. Doug would shout out across the expansive space, “Hey Dirt!”  I would then try to explain to people in the same elevator how I got that moniker.. https://thebeerchaser.com/2023/07/06/dirt-and-dust/

Hey Dirt!

Beerchasing at Beer O’clock

The three of us had never Beerchased together and I figured that since they were both so successful and still working, they would buy the beer if I set it up.  I wanted to go to a downtown watering hole I hadn’t previously frequented and unfortunately, many which would have been past options, didn’t survive the pandemic.

With all the watering holes I had checked out in my fourteen years of Beerchasing, I’d never heard of the Beer O’clock bar and my research showed that it had made a recovery after it closed early in the pandemic. (#5)

Rising from the ashes…

Due to its limited indoor seating, it was not expected to reopen, but in June 2021, although only with outdoor seating, its reopening was a welcome surprise to a city hard-hit by both the epidemic of COVID and ugly demonstrations.

As stated in a 2021article in New School Beer and Cider – an outstanding Pacific Northwest based web-mag covering the craft beer and cider industry:

“It’s no secret that downtown Portland has had a rough go of it since the pandemic and protests began, but things are starting to get back to normal and Beer O’Clock is back. The downtown PDX taproom had a reputation for its expansive 31 draft tap list that put beer geek connoisseur selections at the forefront and its penchant for old school hip hop blasted from cassette tapes in the audible background. (#6)

The article was entitled, “Beer O’Clock taproom in downtown Portland has reopened with a huge patio.”  Well, unfortunately as Portland recovered, many of those patios in the front of establishments extending into the street, are now gone and the bar’s space can be an issue.

Beer O’clock now just has several picnic tables in front of the bar on the sidewalk. The bar originally opened in 2016 and was named “Beer Belly.” “Rick Gencarelli founded Beer O’ Clock, and…(it) shares the building with his other project of fast casual pasta joints called Grassa.  (New School Beer)

No more large patio

Gencarelli is a nationally recognized chef and restauranteur, who also owns the Lardo restaurants in Portland (one was originally right next to Beer O’clock), Grassa and Bluto’s – a Greek-inspired restaurant he opened in the fall of 2021.

All of his restaurants draw great reviews and have loyal patrons.  For example, a 2022 article in Oregon Live entitled, “Bluto’s isn’t very Greek. It is very good.”

You Don’t Have to go to Greece

All three of us liked the bar (especially the company…) and in researching, I noticed that there is also a Beer O’clock Pub in Thessaloniki, Greece, which appears – like the establishment in Portland – to have a great selection of beers on tap, although from the pictures on Facebook, seems a bit more raucous and spacious. (#7 – #9)

And the Greek option gets positive reviews. For example:

“πολύ καλό φαγητό, εξαιρετικο περιβάλλον, φανταστική μουσική και το βασικότερο,άψογοι επαγγελματίες.”   

If you don’t know Greek, that translates to, “Great food, great environment, fantastic music collection, and most of all, really friendly personnel.”

And in the interest of full disclosure, I just discovered another Beer O’clock Bar in Annecy, a town in southeastern France – only about twenty-two miles south of Geneva Switzerland.  And this one is unusual because of the delivery system.  Read the Trip Advisor review below:

” loved the concept! 👌🏻 Super smart and practical! A card to recharge, self-service beer taps, a direct breakdown of the amount paid and off you go, enjoy! It’s perfect ! 🍻 The place is warm, cozy, pub atmosphere, games are also available! 🃏 Honestly great!”

Now Back in Portland

Fortunately, one doesn’t need to travel 6,120 miles (or only 5,407 to the one in France) to hit a bar with a great name when we have one in Portland with twenty-six beer taps, four ciders and kombucha.  And while the reviews are not in Greek, our own Beer O’clock rakes in the compliments:

“Honestly the best beer bar around…Bar is clean and well-lit and the bar is unique because it is attached to Grassa so you can pick out food from a huge menu and bring it into the bar. Highly recommended ! Amazing selection of beer and cider and some canned cocktails! ”    Yelp 2/20/2023

At Beer O’clock, everything is timely, so even though this one is three years old, I liked it:

“Bill Haley and the Comets, 1954
One, two, three o’clock, four o’clock, rock
Five, six, seven o’clock, eight o’clock, rock
Nine, ten, eleven o’clock, twelve o’clock, rock
We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight

Well, this old geezer can still rock the clock, let me sit and clock down a beer at happy hour “Beer O’clock” time time time for IPA!”  (#10)

Portland’s Beer O’clock, although the seating is limited to bar and a few booths, the narrow interior is well lit and attractively designed with plants, handsome natural wood walls and art with posters and a great-looking blanket plus three large-screen TVs.

Dan, Doug and I enjoyed the beer – both of them had a Ferment Brewing (Hood River) Everything in Bloom Hazy IPA and I – a Red Zeppelin Amber Ale from 54 40 Brewing in Washougal, Washington.

The beer was as good as the stories we told and went down significantly more smoothly.

As I suspected, Doug and Dan argued over who would pay for the beer which is another reason why I’m going to get this group together again this summer.  Dirt says “Thanks, guys!” (#11)

External Photo Attribution

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#2. Doug Bean and Associates website (https://dougbean.com/people-2/doug-bean/).

#3.  CB Richard Ellis website (https://www.cbre.com/people/dan-swift).

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# 6. New School Beer and Cider website (Beer O’Clock taproom in downtown Portland has reopened with a huge patio — New School Beer + Cider).

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J-ubiquitous

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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)

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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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)

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)

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!

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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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Fall Fulminations

Ongoing conflicts around the globe – 2021

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“Fulmination” is defined as “a vehement objection or protest.“  Normally, autumn is my favorite time of year – football, beautiful weather and spirit of optimism and community before the winter rains in the Northwest.

Yet with the state of global events, US politics, earthquakes and climate disasters and it seems – every headline – one wants to scream in protest, especially for the terrible conditions faced by the citizens in Israel, Palestine and the Ukraine to name just a few. 

So remembering that a blog about bars and breweries seems trite and maybe inappropriate in light of this turmoil, I offer my fervent prayers for all affected by these issues and will try distracting with some light-hearted topics. 

Although fall is rapidly fading away and the holidays are imminent, here are a few issues I want to address – in some cases to gripe and others to offer thanks and share my appreciation.

But First…..

While this is a blog about bars and breweries and the meanderings of my cranium, it behooves me to offer this word of caution as we enter the holiday season. 

So take the advice of a slogan in the front of one of my favorite dive bars – Lumpy’s Landing in Dundee, Oregon: (#2 – #3)

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An Apparent Incongruity?

After back fusion surgery in 2022, I underwent very good physical therapy at Advance Sports and Spine Therapy in Wilsonville, Oregon for several months.  Everything was then fine until this September, when in preparation for our forthcoming move, I pulled some tires out of our crawl space and messed up something.

So I returned and my Physical Therapist, Jeff Cox, did his usual good job of getting me “back” to where I was before I got stupid!  As I was waiting in the reception area before my final visit, I was glancing at a brochure entitled, “What You Can Do to Prevent Falls.”

It was a sunny, autumn day and I looked up and saw the following poster by the reception window and laughingly said to the wonderful receptionist, “Joselyn, do you really think that sign is appropriate for a Physical Therapy Clinic?”

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Joselyn, shook her head and replied, “Don, you’re the first person who has ever asked that question.”   Jeff overheard the dialogue as he came out to get me, smiled and said, “Well, maybe that is a good business development strategy!”

 And Speaking of Falls……

Those following this blog since its inception in 2011 know that I’m an Oregon State University grad (Class of ’70) and love Beaver Athletics.  It’s interesting – especially during football season since my wife, Janet, is a University of Oregon Duck and my older daughter, Lisa, and her husband are both of Husky ilk – he a third-generation University of Washington grad.

My Fall Fulminations are heightened as I am appalled and saddened with the “Fall” of the PAC 12 Athletic Conference.  Known as the Conference of Champions, it has won more NCAA national championships in team sports than any other conference in history. (#4)

It’s moniker is now the PAC 2, since all the schools other than Oregon State and Washington State have abandoned it for other Power 5 Conferences.  Fortunately, the two schools were granted a preliminary injunction in Washington State Superior Court.

The judge ruled that they were now the sole voting members of the Pac-12’s governing board and granted full control of the Conference’ assets and how its revenue for the 2023-24 school year will be divided. That decision is temporarily held in abeyance as the Washington Supreme Court issued a temporary stay of the preliminary injunction last week.

I’m not unduly bitter about the decision of the other schools, but disgusted that this demise could have been delayed or more likely never occurred if the PAC 12 Board of Governors (University Presidents) had instead, exerted reasonable control over former Commissioner Larry Scott who commenced his tenure in July, 2009. 

But they sat placidly by and totally acquiesced until they fired him in 2020 as he overspent, including shifting the Pac-12 offices into a multi-story building in San Francisco that cost conference members a total of $92 million in rent over 11 years – a rate significantly higher than that of other Power 5 conference headquarters. The staffing organization he left behind was in a shambles.

Our boy Larry was new to college athletics except for being captain of the Harvard Tennis Team in 1986.  Before coming to the Pac 12, he was the CEO of the Women’s Tennis Association. 

His gamble to form the independent Pac-12 Network, which failed to gain distribution nationally and in assorted cable markets was his worst mistake. All this while they paid him an exorbitant salary.  According to Awful Announcing.com:

“Scott’s compensation varied over time, starting at $1.9 million annually but reaching more than $4 million by his fifth year and more than $5 million by his ninth year…..” (#4 – #5)

His successor, George Kliavkoff, who like Scott, had no college sports experience, failed to remedy the problems and muffed TV negotiations which dealt the final blow. (#7)

But I Digress – Let’s Celebrate the Beaver History!

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Oregon Historical Society Exhibit

My fondness for Beaver Teams was “kicked off” in my sophomore year when I watched what would become known as the fabled 1967 Oregon State Giant Killers knock off an OJ Simpson led USC Trojan Team – rated number one in the nation – on a dreary 1967 fall day in Corvallis. 

I paid tribute to them in this post: https://thebeerchaser.com/2018/05/20/the-1967-osu-giant-killers-beerchasers-of-the-quarter-part-i/    (#8)

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My OSU classmates will never forget that day and the inspirational Beaver record that year under iconic Coach Dee Andros (the Great Pumpkin) was historic.

I was fortunate to live in the Oregon State SAE fraternity with eleven members of that team. (Larry Rich, Don Whitney, Roger Cantlon, Duane Barton, Jess Lewis, Jim Blackford, Don Welch, Chris Wahle, Clyde Smith and Jim Scheele.)

And the Beav’s positive history with USC continued over the years (albeit a bit exaggerated in comparison to 1967) by The Oregonian when the banner headline on the September 26, 2008 Sports Page shouted “Giant Killers III.”  

This was after the Beavers beat No. 1 rated USC 27 to 21 at Reser Stadium.  The accompanying article also asserted that Giant Killers II was the October 28, 2006 game in Corvallis when OSU beat the third-rated Trojans 33 to 31.

I was at that game thirty-nine years after the Beavs toppled the No 1 Trojans the first time). (#9 – #10) https://www.oregonlive.com/behindbeaversbeat/2008/09/the_giant_killers_times_3.html

The Huskies

Unfortunately, my efforts to prove to my daughter and son-in-law, Jamie, that the Beavs are superior to the Huskies have been far less productive – both at Reser Stadium and Husky Stadium. (Note the score in the picture below when we attended at Reser.)

The gridiron facility was completely renovated from 2011-13, with Jamie’s Dad, Jon Magnusson and his team from the Magnusson Klemencic firm doing the structural engineering work.  (They were also key players in the 2023 renovation of Reser.)

The Civil War

The “Civil War” – the 127th meeting of the Ducks and the Beavers played today, may be the last time this rivalry game is played.  Next year is somewhat doubtful as the only potential date would involve a Duck buyout of Boise State.

As stated at the beginning of a wonderful book by the five-time winner of the Oregon Sportswriter of the Year Award, Kerry Eggers entitled, The Civil War Rivalry – Oregon vs Oregon State:

“Thirty-five years after Oregon reached statehood and fewer than 30 years after the end of the Great War between the Union and Confederate States, the University of Oregon and Oregon Agricultural College (OAC) met on the gridiron on a sawdust field in front of 500 curious observers….The Farmers beat the Lemon-Yellows 16 to 0…that cold, wet November day in 1894.”

This historic rivalry – one of college football’s oldest – has provided many hours of great banter in the family, at the law firm where I worked and with friends across the country. (#11 – #12)

And Finally 

As I fulminate on the probable loss – or at least the diminution – of this great tradition, I’ll leave you with my favorite Civil War joke and hope the 16th-rated Beavs pull off the upset over the No. 6 Quackers later today. (#13)

Happy Holidays!

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Albert Einstein arrives at a party in Eugene and introduces himself to to the first person he sees and asks, “What is your IQ,” to which the man answers, “241.” “Wonderful,” says Albert, ” We will discuss the Grand Unification Theory and the mysteries of the universe.”

Next, he introduces himself to a woman and inquires, “What is your IQ,” to which the woman replies, ” 207.” “That’s great,” said the physicist, “We can discuss politics and the scientific implications of world affairs. We’ll have much to discuss.”

He approaches a third person and asks, “What is your IQ,” to which the guy holding a beer, answers, “51.” Einstein ponders this for a micro-second and says, “Go Ducks!”   (#9)

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Did We Really Do That – Part II – The Tie That Binds…

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In my last post – Part I of this series, I reflected on a past antic by some friends and me when I was in my mid-twenties.  It caused me to both laugh and wonder what I (we) were thinking when we undertook it.  (In that case it was crashing an Electrical Union Apprentices’ Graduation Ceremony at a high-end motel.)

My crazy dentist and I receiving our motorwinder diplomas.

The next incidents occurred over ten years later when I was married and my wife, Janet, exerted at least some influence to keep me from making a fool of myself.  And during these, I was working in legal management, so I also was a bit more restrained.

The Tie That Binds 

I left local government in 1979 to work as the Business Manager at the Oregon State Bar – starting three days after Janet and I got engaged at the Top-of-the-Mark Hopkins Hotel in San Francisco. 

The Bar was both a public corporation and an arm of the State Judicial Branch – responsible for the Bar Exam, admission and lawyer discipline and ethics for what was then about 7,000 Oregon lawyers. (It’s now over 12,000)  (#2)

The Bar also serves as a professional association for attorneys and provides Continuing Legal Education (CLE), an excellent magazine as well as activities and events which are intended to mentor lawyers and improve their practice management.

To help us with the latter function, the Bar was a member of the American Society of Association Executives (ASAE)  ASAE was founded in 1920, is headquartered in Washington DC and has about 42,000 individual members who work at 7,400 diverse organizations ranging from the American Council of Snowmobile Associations, to the American Health Care Association to the Louisville Tourism Bureau.  (#3)

Each year, ASAE has an Annual Conference in a major US city:

“The ASAE Annual Meeting & Exposition is where thousands of association professionals and industry partners gather to exchange knowledge, resources, strategies, solutions, and more.

Over three days of learning, growing and finding inspiration, attendees are equipped with a year’s worth of support in their daily responsibilities as leaders in the association industry.”

It was a big deal and proposals for presentations for the 50-minute breakout sessions were to be submitted and screened about nine months before the Conference.  In 2024, the event is in Cleveland and in 2025 in LA. 

At the Bar, we encouraged managers to get involved in civic and professional activities, so I thought I would propose a session at the Chicago conference in what I think was 1994. 

Each of the break-out sessions has about 100 + attendees.  I had not presented before that many people (other than a failed effort campaigning for Oregon City High School Student Body President in 1965…)

As a masterstroke, I decided to ask my Oregon State SAE Fraternity brother, Jud Blakely, who lived in Chicago to co-present with me. Jud graduated five years before I did at Oregon State and made his mark as ASOSU Student Body President in 1965.  I was going to be somewhat nervous; however, Jud was an accomplished and charismatic speaker.

After graduation, Jud served heroically as a USMC Platoon Leader in Viet Nam for thirteen months and subsequently opened his own very successful consulting firm Jud Blakely, Ltd. 

He wrote speeches and publications for CEOs and top corporate executives and coached them how to make presentations.  His clients included Shell Oil, Sea First, Rainier Bank and Lonestar Gas.

Jud as Student Body President

Every association executive has to present an annual budget to his or her board to adopt, so I would propose a session on “How to Make a Boring Budget Proposal One that Your Board Will Both Enjoy and Approve.”

I called Jud and he agreed and we both acknowledged that we wouldn’t have time to rehearse prior to “launching.”  I said I’d draft the outline and do the submission paperwork and Jud said:

“Don, you can do the fundamentals.  I’ll be your wingman and periodically chime in with some words of wisdom on presentation tactics and strategy.”

Jud was a high-profile consultant and I knew that one of the reasons he was so successful was his creative and brash approach. 

Evidence dated back to his senior year at OSU when Jud and three other OSU seniors went on what was to be a stealth mission and lit the traditional “Rook Bonfire,” the night before the planned lighting ceremony in 1964. (#4)

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A Night Early?

In what became OSU historical lore known as “the bonfire incident,” Jud and two of the others got caught and arrested for “Maliciously and willfully starting a fire.”

Fortunately, the Municipal Judge, one Helmut Schreima, could not find that specific provision in the Corvallis Municipal  Code and our boys were only charged with “burning without a permit” and fined $15 each (Jud’s beer money for the month but he also had to forfeit his student body office.) 

Trial by Fire at OSU

A column from the OSU Daily Barometer (written by Editor, Rich Hansen) expressed sentiments about Jud’s leadership talent and his ability to arouse (?) students: 

“….Seldom has the office of President been so alive in campus conversations or has the President’s name been so often repeated.  I’m convinced that it has been a long time since OSU has had a president so well suited for the office as Jud Blakely.

Blakely is not only an intellectual and dynamic leader but retains those school-boy qualities that make him a human being – the zeal for school spirit and his subsequent bout with municipal authorities (bonfire incident) is a recent example. He drew enormous criticism and even more teasing for that stunt, but in the end it achieved its goal. It revived spirit and got students participating again.

Nevertheless, for the first time in my memory the student body is excited, or at least aroused, about what’s going on.  From the hand-made sign that someone carried to the game reading, ‘Ban Blakely’ to the chants of ‘We want Blakely’……”

I wasn’t sure that our goal was to “arouse” attendees, but I would have an “intellectual and dynamic” wingman by my side to assuage my nerves during the ASAE presentation.

To reinforce that, I knew that even though we didn’t have time to prepare together, I could be confident that Jud would approach this mission with the same vigor and grit that he commanded his platoon in Viet Nam which resulted in two Purple Hearts and the Bronze Star with Combat V while serving with India Co, 3rd Battalion, 7th Marines.

The Result

We had a full-house in the large conference room. Fortunately, it was not a late afternoon session, when many attendees, rather than listening to presentations on budget and management topics, would go out drinking at the nearby Chicago bars.

I gave about a fifteen minute introduction and then Jud came up to the stage and the dialogue went something like this. 

“Don has given a good introduction on the foundations of a good budget presentation, but you should remember that revenues/expenses and balance sheets aren’t the most stimulating topics for any Board to hear.

As Don stated, you need to have a good strong underlying message or theme that your budget conveys, but for them to absorb and retain that theme you need to get their attention.” (#5)

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Now Jud was impeccably dressed in an impressive suit and a fancy silk tie that he had probably purchased at an exclusive shop on Michigan Avenue.  He then walked down from the stage into the audience 

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To everyone’s astonishment – including mine – pulled a pair of scissors out of his pocket, cut his tie in half and give the lower part to one of the attendees stating:

“I’m confident that all of you will remember this session and the point I’m making about getting your audience’s attention.”

Well, he did get their attention and then I continued with my presentation with Jud periodically interjecting to emphasize a point or add some of his own thoughts for the remaining thirty minutes including a question and answer period.  (One of these was from the woman to whom he gave the lower half of his tie, who asked him if she could keep it.)

Afterwards, we were having a drink(s) in the hotel bar and I said to Jud:

“I’ve always thought you resembled Coach Bobby Knight (see below), but I’m glad you didn’t throw a chair across the room to get their attention.” (#6)

I wondered how the audience, which included people such as the CFOs for the American Welding Society or the American Polygraph Association, would react to this “demonstrative gesture” by my wingman. 

I was therefore a bit concerned about the participant evaluations which always are collected at the end of each session and subsequently tabulated.

I figured that this was the last time that we would be asked to share our knowledge in this environment. To my surprise (although not Jud’s) we got excellent ratings both for the content and the delivery.  

And I learned a few things from that session:

First – A Marine Corp infantry officer – even though he wasn’t a military aviator – could be a superb wingman.

Second – In future presentations, one key to getting your message across and retained is to be bold and innovative in your delivery strategy although it’s probably best to do that without using furniture to convey your point. (My next blog post will give you an example.)

In my 2013 blog post where I named Jud my Beerchaser-of-the-Quarter, I described Jud’s character and routine as: 

“He’s an amazing guy.  Jud will take a twelve-mile run, break to read a 600-page non-fiction book such as John Maynard Keynes, “The Theory of Money,” then play full-court basketball for three hours before coming home to work.”  

(I should have added that Jud was a three-sport athlete in high school, but I had a better elbow jumper….)

In Seaside, Oregon marathon before reading “The Art of War” by Sun Tzu

Jud hasn’t worn a coat and tie for fifteen years.  I’m  also pleased to report that Jud’s precious granddaughter, Nylah seen in the picture below, has had a profound and positive influence.   

Now his daily routine consists of walking three miles (although at a rapid pace) and then coming home and reading Dr. Seuss books (although not One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish which is too political…..) and doing puzzles with Nyla. (#7 – #8)

As we celebrate Veterans’ Day next week, cheers to Jud and to all veterans – especially those who served in combat arenas.

Cheers

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2020 Beerchaser-of-the-Quarter Update

(Welcome back to Thebeerchaser.  If you are seeing this through an e-mail, please visit the blog to see all of the photos and read the story by clicking on the title above so the post is not clipped or shortened.)

Well Beerchasers, I’m still waiting to get back to reviewing bars and breweries, but since that is on hold, I’m trying to provide some other insights.  My next post will be on a number of Montana watering holes that I visited last summer.  Due to the number visited (49) on a 15-day road trip, I’ve only written up several so far.   So stay tuned for some good history on Montana bars.

Beerchasers-of-the-Quarter – Update

The Dude on his Mount Everest summit climb in 2012

Two of the past Beerchasers-of-the-Quarter, Craig-the Dude- Hanneman and Steve Lawrence should be recognized again for recent achievements and accolades.

Steve Lawrence

While that may be hard to understand given their past exploits, it’s true.

Jan and Jack at their home in Sisters, Oregon

So far, there are three BOQ’s in 2020, including a married couple – Jack and Jan McGowan who were co-recipients in February, for their outstanding and long-term commitment to SOLV (Stop Oregon Litter and Vandalism) from the ’90’s until their retirement in 2008.

Former Oregon State Beaver football wingback and receiver Billy Main, a member of the legendary 1967 Giant Killers Team, was named in May.

It took Thebeerchaser two posts to fully cover his football and Navy ROTC stories while in college and then his successful hospitality industry career.

And the most recent BOQ label was for a group – Lawyers.  That’s right – I relate my observations after working with them for forty years in three different organizations – the last twenty-five at a great law firm of 140 lawyers – Schwabe Williamson & Wyatt – where I retired in 2011.

I respect the members of this profession and enjoyed the interaction with this talented and competitive group. In future posts, I’ll continue this narrative as I have a great number of stories that I find very entertaining and think you might also.

https://thebeerchaser.com/2020/08/31/beerchasers-of-the-quarter-lawyers-part-1/

Update on Previous BOQ “Honorees”

Craig “The Dude” Hanneman

Transitioned from fullback to defensive tackle

My SAE fraternity brother at Oregon State who graduated in 1971, was a Beerchaser-of-the-Quarter in 2012.   This former high school fullback who transitioned to defensive tackle at OSU, was voted captain and MVP of the Beaver team his senior year and named a Second-Team All-American and First-Team Pac-8 Team. 

He then played for four seasons in the NFL including two years for the Pittsburgh Steelers and two for the Patriots, when a catastrophic leg injury ended his NFL career.

After a successful career in the timber industry and local politics, Craig is now retired but when he was about 50, he either ignored or confirmed the assertion of singer, David Lee Roth:

“I guarantee you will find no reasonable man on top of big mountains.” 

Fellow Everest climbers, Mike and Heidi with Craig

He started mountain climbing in the late ’90’s, and in 2012, became the first former NFL or NBA player to successfully summit Mt. Everest.  Kerry Eggers, who has been named Oregon Sportswriter of the Year six times, wrote two wonderful articles on Crag’s story in the Portland Tribune in 2019.  https://pamplinmedia.com/pt/12-sports/446236-359995-mountaineer-craig-hanneman-takes-on-als

The next year (2013) Dude and four of his friends Ran with the Bulls in Pamplona (Below left to right Hanneman, Scott Freeburn, Mark Dippel, Jim Sherbert and Bob Jossis.)

Pamplona in 2013

But his sense of adventure was not stifled and even with significant injuries sustained when he fell into a crevasse and was buried in the snow for forty-five minutes before rescue on Mt. Jefferson in 2013, climbing continued.  In 2019 at age 70, he became one of only about 500 people in the world and probably the oldest of those, to have completed The Seven Summits – the highest mountain on each continent.

Oregon Sports Hall of Fame – To the surprise of no one who has followed athletics in Oregon, he was named to the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame in August this year.  He will be formally inducted into the Multi-Sports category i.e. Football and Mountain Climbing.  This supplements his prior admission to the Oregon State University Sports Hall of Fame in 1992.

Besides Price’s Tavern in Corvallis during college days, Craig and our SAE brothers have been on many Beerchasing expeditions together in recent years including several at the Gemini Pub in Lake Oswego.

The Dude and I did a toast recently to retired Professor Dr. Edward G. McGrath, who died in March 2019 at the age of 101 in California.

In 1970, Dr. McGrath had an upper-division political science seminar in which Craig and teammate, Mark Dippel, a starting guard on the OSU Football Team and I, joined about seven other students.

Cheers to Ed!

The Dude, “Dip” and I sat in the first of two short rows and to the good professor’s astonishment, those two would chew tobacco while he lectured.

Professor McGrath, who was my advisor, always glared at me (rather than the two big lineman) because I walked into class with the “chewers” and they were about twice as big as he was.

At least he appreciated the fact that they used a pot-pie tin for the residue……..We laughed that he reached that ripe old age before passing – I was always convinced that he was going to have a heart attack during those classes.

Congratulations to Craig Hanneman.  He is without question one of the most outstanding human beings Thebeerchaser has had the privilege of meeting even with his somewhat morbid fascination with the word “ubiquitous” and Dean Martin tunes which I had to endure in college.  He is a man of great character, family values and humility.

Steve Lawrence – Lawyer, Mayor and Author

This 2014 Beerchaser-of-the-Quarter has also had several careers.  After college, he distinguished himself for his service as an Army officer in Viet Nam where he commanded an infantry platoon. 

The Bronze Star with Bronze Oak Leaf Cluster and the Silver Star

He was subsequently awarded two Bronze Stars and a Silver Star in 1968 and 1969 for heroism during enemy action. (To  see the wording on the citations, click on the link above.)

After graduating from law school and passing the Oregon State Bar exam in 1978, he had a long career as a successful lawyer in private practice before retiring to his home town – The Dalles on the Columbia River.

Lt. Lawrence at ease

Steve graduated from high school in the ’60’s and married his high school sweetheart, Donna — but not until 2008!   It’s an interesting story set forth in Thebeerchaser post you can see through the link above.

His next “career” was one of notable public service and little compensation.  Steve served as Mayor of The Dalles for two terms from 2012 to 2018.  The picture below is when Jud Blakely – another former Beerchaser-of-the-Quarter and also a Bronze Star winner for action in Viet Nam (along with receiving two Purple Hearts) and I joined him to visit some watering holes in The Dalles while Steve was successfully running a mayoral re-election campaign in 2015.

Blakely on the right, points to the incumbent….

Steve’s insight and actions promoting economic development in The Dalles were notable.  He also served for twenty-five years on the Board of United Cerebral Palsy of Oregon and SW Washington including three terms as President.

But this man of many talents demonstrated those again.  He added “novelist” to the list in 2013 with the publication of his first book –  First Light – A Novel of Close Combat in Viet Nam  – that was forty-four years after he returned from Vietnam.

“Based on my own experience and notes kept in a journal, it literally took 44 years for me to know what I wanted to write. Over the years, I would write about singular events, put the writing into its own folder and stack it with others in my file cabinet. When I retired at age 62, determined to write, I gathered all those folders and finished the book.”

Steve was not done writing, however, and early this summer, he published a sequel entitled Amotan Field, which is now available at Amazon.

As Steve stated, in part:

“After First Light, I wanted to write a novel about a skeleton that was unearthed in The Dalles, Oregon by a sewer construction crew. Considering many possible stories, it occurred to me this was an opportunity to answer the question asked; what happened after First Light…..

The story is intended to be a story of redemption. Redemption for a returning soldier dealing with the aftermath of combat. Redemption for a WWII soldier who was denied a medal because the truth of his bravery was buried by a terrible accident. He was killed by friendly fire. He was a member of the Celilo/Wyam tribe.

The backstory of Amotan Field is the history of the Indian community, which had lived and thrived along the Columbia River for thousands of years, shoved aside in the 1850’s by pioneers, missionaries and the military, promises made and broken and complicit racism which has continued.”

Will be ready to raise a mug….

So check out both of the Mayor’s books and if you get up to The Dalles, invite him to have a beer.  He knows some good establishments in his city and had a role in getting many of them up and running. (He might even buy your pint for coming to his city!)

The Next Honoree…

Followers of this blog will enjoy the story of my next Beerchaser-of-the-Quarter. 

Fr. Martin

In 2017, I told the story of Fr. Martin Grassel.  He’s a monk at the Mount Angel Abbey who also happens to be the Head Brewer at the wonderful Benedictine Brewery – one of three in the US owned and operated by Benedictine Monks.

And I will soon share the fascinating journey of another man of the cloth.

I have only known Fr. Chuck Wood for about eighteen months since I have had the pleasure of serving on the Abbey Foundation of Oregon Board with him

Fr. Chuck Wood

After studying at Mount Angel Seminary, Fr. Chuck went on to get his Master’s at the University of Notre Dame.  He is now the Pastor at St. Wencelaus Parish in Scapoose, Oregon and has a wonderful sense of humor and warm personality.  His story will captivate you.  Stay tuned.

 

Cheers!

 

 

The Oregon State Giant Killers and Billy Main – Part II

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In the first post on the story of the newest Beerchaser-of-the-Quarter, I related how Billy “Rabbit” Main, who had his sights set on playing college football for the California Golden Bears, ended up instead as an Oregon State Beaver and member of the 1967 OSU Giant Killer Team.

He was a starting wingback from 1967 to 1969 for the Beavs and their beloved coach, Dee Andros – The Great Pumpkin – whose 5’10’ frame carried 310 pounds.

The first blog post highlights Billy’s outstanding football career – not only as a running back, but a pass catcher, blocker, kick-off return specialist and even holder on PATs and field goals.

Rabbit – not just a runner but a pass catcher – one of eight against the Dawgs in 1969….

The prior post also features a tribute Billy wrote for Duane “Thumper” Barton, his football teammate, our shipmate in the Navy ROTC program at OSU and my SAE fraternity brother.

https://thebeerchaser.com/2020/05/11/tucker-william-billy-main-beerchaser-of-the-quarter/

But as I mentioned in the first post, Billy wanted to emphasize the team aspect rather than his own story – a key attribute of the members of that team:

“Don, please make sure you focus on my other teammates as we go forward.  I remain to this day, in awe of many of them; Jesse (Lewis), Dude (Hanneman), Enyart, Preece, Foote, Vanderbundt, Houser, Didion…the list goes on and on.”

And if you want to learn more about the Giant Killers, check out the wonderful, comprehensive narrative with great pictures and historical documents developed by OSU alum and long-time friend of Billy Main’s – Jud Blakley.    https://www.oregonst67giantkillers.com/

Jud as Student Body President at OSU

Beaver alums remember these years as part of the rich tradition of Oregon State Football including the Civil War Game with the University of Oregon – it goes back 126 years to 1894.

 

 

 

 

Thebeerchaser also covered this story in May, 2018 at https://thebeerchaser.com/2018/05/20/the-1967-osu-giant-killers-beerchasers-of-the-quarter-part-i/      .

Gone But Not Forgotten

So, we will start by remembering the fifteen players and coaches from the 1967 team – including Coach Andros who passed away in 2003 at the age of 79 – who are deceased but still remembered in the hearts and minds of their teammates – brothers – who defeated two nationally ranked top ten teams (No. 2 – Purdue and No. 1 – USC) and tied the number two team (UCLA) .

“In a four-week period, the Beavers became the only team to ever go undefeated against three top two teams in one season since the inception of the AP Poll, earning the nickname ‘Giant Killers.”

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1967_Oregon_State_Beavers_football_team

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Besides instilling the commitment to team, Dee Andros also demanded individual accountability. This was a key factor contributing to their success on the gridiron and also why so many of the members of those teams went on to meaningful careers after graduation.

He illustrated this accountability with a narrative entitled “Man in the Glass” which you see below. This was a poem originally entitled “The Guy in the Glass” written by Peter Dale Wimbrow in 1934 – an American composer, radio artist and writer.  The Great Pumpkin’s version is slightly different and reads:

The late Coach Dee Andros (19– 200 “The Man in the Glass”

Billy Main – Part II — After College

As I mentioned above, Billy, did want to focus on himself in this or the previous blog post and I’ve tried to honor that request.  Nevertheless, he is an integral part of the overall story of the Giant Killers.  So I asked GK historical expert and Main’s friend, Blakely, for his advice in structuring the posts. Jud e-mailed me the following:

Oregon Sports Hall of Fame member, Dr. Bob Gill, Blakely and Main outside the Angry Beaver in 2018

“Don, the Giant Killers did what they did because they were ‘All for One and One for All.’ They may not have all ‘liked’ each other but they sure as hell all did love each other. And so, no member of that brotherhood will single himself out for acclaim or for attention.

Steve Preece – Fox

The GKs had leaders on both sides of the ball – Preece was alpha leader on offense. Steve will never endorse that.  He will name other guys whose leadership was essential. 

Same on defense –  Lewis, Sandstrom, Easley––each of them will name other guys. Like them, Main will deflect and Main will diminish his role.  Do not buy it.  Tell the story.” 

Jess “Froggie” Lewis – Giant Killer and always to be remembered for “the tackle” of O..J. Simpson

Therefore, read on:

Besides football, Billy was also enrolled in the two-year Navy ROTC program.  I would see Billy in the Navy Armory because both of us were in NROTC.  He was in the two-year program and one-year ahead of me.

After playing Rook football in 1965, he was red-shirted the next year and when his military deferment was eventually continued because of NROTC, it enabled him to play in the 1969 season.  He was then scheduled to report for Navy flight school in the spring of 1970.

Billy said: “Between NROTC, football and regular academics, those were the most intense two years of my life.”  

One benefit of NROTC which he used for both work and leisure for many years afterwards, was getting his pilot’s license at the nearby Albany Airport – the Navy paid all of it.  “I love to fly and I flew for over 25 years – over 2,000 hours logged.” 

The account below of his college experience as a midshipman below is interesting and worth reading, as is the Appendix at the end of this post – a remarkable and entertaining account of the culmination of summer training at the end of his junior year at the Naval Air Station – Pensacola.

“As I look back, 50 years ago to the 1960’s, I can say with total clarity and perspective that the Vietnam War was probably the single factor that most affected my life, the career path I chose, and the quality of life I enjoyed.

My draft board was in Richmond and at that time the Army desperately needed recruits to replenish the pipeline of daily fatalities in Vietnam. I was a sophomore at OSU and was redshirted in 1966 because of Bob Grim, from Red Bluff, maybe Oregon State’s greatest wingback, my mentor, and a spectacular athlete and role model.

Bob Grim

Then one day I received my induction notice from the Richmond draft board, and my life changed forever. I had one week to respond, and was expected to report at Ford Ord, CA. at some point. My OSU football career was over. I called my Pop and he suggested I talk to the Navy ROTC. 

The CO there in Corvallis was a Navy Captain named John Hitchcock, who, as fate would have it, was a huge football fan.  In a matter of days, I took the oath and joined the Navy ROTC program, allowing me to graduate in 1970 as an Ensign, subject to (2) summer camps in Los Angeles and later, Florida. I could continue playing football.

After taking the proverbial oath and effectively ducking the Richmond draft board, ROTC classes represented one 3-hour college-credit class a week and it quickly became serious business. I was very impressed with the organization, the structure, and the discipline, which was completely aligned with my experiences in football, from High School through college

Current-day Oregon State NROTC middies drilling

We had drill one day a week for 3 hours, in full uniform. I remember vividly marching with my weapon around Gill Coliseum parking lot adjacent to the football players’ entrance.

I’d finish drill around 3PM, and then go to football practice.   I was one of a few players in ROTC – Tight-end, Nick Rogers, was in the Army ROTC with a similar draft board story, so we were able to commiserate. (Duane Barton and Rus Jordan were also NROTC and played football.)

Eventually, the day when all the 50+ ROTC members at OSU were called in to a meeting room to declare their preference.   My time to declare arrived and my subconscious mind overwhelmed my conscious mind!  Without realizing it, I said, ‘aviation.” To this day, I cannot reconcile how it happened.  For the record, Pop (who served in World War II on the USS Porterfield) was pleased with my choice and I think he was proud as hell of me.

NROTC Armory at Oregon State

When we went to Pensacola the next summer, there were 15 midshipman in our aviation cohort. We were then asked by the US Marine Corps Gunny Sergeant, who was our “shepherd” during that training, to declare what division of aviation we preferred – Fixed Wing, Helicopters or Jets.

Fixed-wing preference

Thinking fast, I preferred Fixed Wing (propellers) like the E-2 radar picket planes. Jets, of course were sexy and being a ‘jet jockey’ was appealing. (The later movie “Top Gun” with Tom Cruise brought back many memories of my summer cruise as a Midshipman on the aircraft carrier, USS Lexington)

So, the Gunny says…’How many of you opt for Jet’s?’  9 hands go up enthusiastically.   Next, ‘How many of want Fixed Wing?’  6 more hands go up enthusiastically – mine included.   Finally, ‘How many of you opt for helicopters?’  No hands go up.

(Remember, the Vietnam War was losing a lot of US helicopters on an ongoing basis and horrible stories were circulating about POW pilots being tortured by the Viet Cong.  One of the 15 in our group – Bill Scott – actually flew in Vietnam and he is a good friend to this day.)

Then the Gunny smiled broadly, and said the words I will never forget:  ‘Well, gentlemen, you are all officially going Helicopters, that’s where the action is.’  And my life changed forever.   As we filed out of the room, stunned and disillusioned, the Gunny said…’Welcome to the US Navy, gentlemen!'”

“You will go helicopters. And you will enjoy it!”

After the 1969 football season ended, Billy took a number of courses in upper level economics and graduated with an Econ degree which he said had an impact for the rest of his life.

To fulfill his military obligation for NROTC, he was set to go to Navy Flight School back in Pensacola and prepared to serve six years as a Navy pilot after commissioning.  But the winding down phase of the Viet Nam War in 1970, meant the Navy’s need for pilots was significantly less.  His dream was to fly and when given the option to serve aboard a ship or return to civilian life, he chose the latter and the remainder of his service obligation was waived.

Based on his athletic achievements at OSU, he was drafted by the Pittsburgh Steelers and went to training camp in the fall of 1970.  They wanted him to play running back and wide receiver and he made it to the last cut. 

He then was a member of the taxi squad for the Calgary Stampeders of the Canadian Football League for two weeks but was never activated – also not enamored with the $12,500 annual salary.   Main also felt that he’d been a football player long enough and retired even before his NFL career got going.

When he returned to Corvallis, reality set in.   He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with the rest of his life, but needed a job to eat and pay the rent.   Fortunately, Kenny Ross, the owner of the fabled Beaver Hut – the favorite watering hole of many OSU students and especially athletes (Still operating for take-out orders and growlers) hired him – as a night janitor or “swamper” where he cleaned the Hut between midnight and 4 AM each morning.

Still operating on NW 16th Street in Corvallis

After a while he started bartending and really enjoyed it and thought, “This could be a great business.”   But he didn’t want to work for anybody else, so he returned to his home state. 

Main’s mixologist skills were refined in San Francisco.   He planned a bar in Chico.  The idea was to create the Beaver Hut concept for the students at Cal. State University – Chico.

A Corvallis concept in Chico?

Unfortunately, the Women’s Christian Temperance Union did not want to see another bar in the city and one near the college campus – even one owned by an All-Pac 8 football player and opposed the license.  It was never opened.  Main was not one to give up easily, however and Jud Blakely continues the story:

“Soon enough (1973), he opened his own seafood place in Half Moon Bay named The Shorebird and made a big success of that venture, and was off and running in the world of food…this time with no blockers out front clearing the way.”

This successful venture led to another establishment named The Sandpiper in Chico, which he opened in 1979 and sold in 1986.  Billy then opened his hospitality consulting firm, Bill Main and Associates and Blakely continues the career story:

“Sought after for his advice in the hospitality (ie, food and drink) business, The Rabbit is sought after, too, as an expert witness when the owners of a restaurant—or restaurant chain—get tangled up in a dispute that lands in court where millions of dollars and countless jobs are at stake.  His diagnosis of the issues is highly prized and reflects the impeccable arc of his long career.” 

Consultant and expert witness

And as you might expect based on his upbringing, Billy was also a family man.  He married Nancy in 1992, a registered nurse with a Masters Degree, and while he was managing restaurants and consulting, she was working as a pediatric RN and teaching nursing at the college level.

Jud Blakely with granddaughter, Nylah Rose

Consistent with the previous years you’ve read about, nothing was ever dull or routine in Tucker’s William (Billy) Main’s life and I’ll wind down the story with a final quote from Martin Jud Blakely:

“Billy “The Rabbit” Main – #22 in your program but #1 in being a great and unwavering friend of so many—was the cover boy for Street & Smith’s 1969 West Coast football preview.  He was second-team as a Pac 8 all-star, a record-setter on the field…and then (one remarkable day in 1995 (when he was 44 years old and his wife was 42) they became the parents of triplets (WHAT!)”

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Nancy, passed away from cancer in 2010, but they raised a wonderful (and great looking as you can see below) family.   The triplets are now 24 and all are embarked on promising careers.

Jack Main – second from right – on break from Special Forces training with colleagues

His son, Jack, graduated from the US Naval Academy and is now in Special Forces training.  Daughter, Kim, is following in her mom’s footsteps and is scheduled to graduate from Azusa Pacific University in nursing and will be commissioned as a Navy nurse.

And son, Steve, is following his dad’s footsteps while living in San Francisco.  He went to bartending school and now has a great job in a San Francisco restaurant and bar.  Billy stated, “He’s an idea generator and has a passion for process.   He can be a great success in that industry.”

Steve, Kim and Jack Main

And so Beerchaser followers, this ends my characterization of the Billy Main story and the continuing legacy of the 1967 Oregon State Giant Killers.  But stay tuned, there are a lot more wonderful stories surrounding this fabled team you can read about in future posts of Thebeerchaser.

Appendix – “Nine Yards and In!”

My first summer camp as an ROTC Midshipman was at UCLA in Los Angeles, the summer of 1967. There were about 60 of us from all over the western US universities. Duane Barton (nickname Thumper) was my OSU football teammate and was also going Naval Aviation.

Thumper – Naval aviation colleague

He was #2 fullback behind Bill Enyart, (Buffalo) and a real character. That 10-week summer in Los Angles was heavily classroom and PT oriented and was intended to fast-track flight school.

Flight School was normally 18 months in Pensacola, but the US was losing pilots in Vietnam so fast that the Naval Aviation ‘new pilot pipeline’ had to be accelerated while still allowing the NROTC guys to stay in school and complete their degrees.

One particular event that summer sticks vividly in my mind. We were assembled on the football practice field and told to ‘pair off’ by weight. We were assembled in a long line, smallest guys first. Then a Gunny went down the line, asked each candidate their weight, and then re-ordered accordingly.

After this process was completed, I found myself, at 190 lbs, being #59. The biggest guy, at 230, was last. He was a big baby-faced guy from the University of Washington, I think, and a very nice guy named Kyle.

All of the 2-man teams were then paired off in the end zone. The Gunny then instructed us on how to do the ‘battlefield carry’ – meaning, placing a wounded man over your shoulders, cross wise, and carrying him to the medic.

I began to sense a ‘feeling’ among the candidates that resulted in them staring at me…and then I understood…I would be carrying a guy 45 pounds heavier that I was. Now the ‘battlefield carry’ was 100 yards, from one end zone to the other.

My stomach turned, and I felt a bit light-headed with all the candidates looking at me curiously. So, it started, one pair at a time, with everyone yelling and cheering; the emotion was palpable. Finally, my turn came. Being last, I looked down the field, 100 yards away, and saw all my fellow midshipmen lined up anxiously awaiting – watching me carry a guy 100 yards that was much bigger than I was.

Nine Yards and In??

As 1 of 3 college football players of the ’60’s, I can honestly say that we were somewhat of an anomaly and that the other midshipmen were very supportive of us (both) playing football and being in the aviation program.  The adrenaline rush I had was reminiscent of the rush I always had standing in the end zone, waiting for an opening kick-off, in front of a stadium filled with 50,000 people.

So, I threw Kyle over my shoulders, and started the slow jog towards the other end zone. I have never felt more physically challenged, and after 50 yards I was afraid I was going to collapse. I kept readjusting Kyle slightly to balance the weight on my lower body. After 80 yards I started feeling light-headed but kept going, my vision blurring, heart pounding, and breath gasping. The other midshipmen were yelling and cheering me on, but that was just a blur in my mind.

At 90 yards I remember stumbling and Kyle and I went down fairly hard, hitting the turf, my breath gasping. I remember thinking “don’t quit” but realized I was too spent to ever get Kyle back on my shoulders, so I quickly grabbed him by the wrists and dragged him the last 10 yards across the goal line on his back. Then I collapsed to a knee, gasping for breath, with dozens of my fellow midshipman around me.

Gunny – “Gentlemen, what say you about Mr. Main?”

Then the Gunny assembled us all together and informed the group that they had all passed the exercise except me. Technically, I had failed…it was 100 yards, not 90 yards. He then said…’gentlemen, with a your approval, I will ‘pass’ Mr. Main for this component of the exercise….only if you all agree’…there was a huge roar of agreement by the midshipmen, and dozens of guys slapped me on the back as if I had just returned a kickoff for a touchdown.

During my time at Oregon State, during the season, we had a ritual called ‘9 yards and in’ which simulated the red zone game specific circumstances. Needless to say, that term always had special significance to me based on my Navy experience dragging poor Kyle the last 9 yards

Training for the Buddy Carry!