Immediately after Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans, the Pacific Palisades community, in addition to most other towns around the country, responded with donations to the Red Cross and other relief agencies. The Palisades Presbyterian Church was part of that effort and then decided to go a step further by “putting a face” on where their collections were going. “We decided to ‘adopt’ a church in New Orleans and pair with it, helping individual needy parishioners,” said interim pastor Charles Svendsen. Preliminary calls were made and, with the cooperation of the Presbytery of South Louisiana, a number of inner-city New Orleans churches were identified. Of those churches, Palisades Presbyterian chose Canal Street Presbyterian, which has a congregation of 125. The historic church, founded in 1847, is located just a few miles northwest of Bourbon Street. Built in 1927, the current church sanctuary suffered more than $250,000 of structural damage, and 75 percent of parishioners’ homes were rendered uninhabitable, according to Rev. Mike Hogg, pastor of Canal Street. Palisades Presbyterian Elder Harvey Mednick told the Palisadian-Post, “There is mold four feet high up in the sanctuary that will have to be dealt with.” Additionally, the church member’s cars were disabled, appliances were destroyed and clothing was ruined. “The devastation is so total,” Mednick said, “that until you talk to someone from New Orleans, you can’t believe how horrible it is.” After the hurricane, Hogg and his wife moved their five children to Tucson and began the rebuilding process long-distance. Palisades Presbyterian committee members discovered that although Hogg was born in Philadelphia, he had California connections: he attended Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena, taught at Biola University (where he met his wife Christina), was married at Hollywood Presbyterian Church and served as a pastor at San Pedro Presbyterian prior to being called to the Canal Street church. The Palisades “adoption efforts” proceeded with all members of the church participating, including the children, who personally created colorful Christmas cards that they sold after Sunday services, netting $600. An initial check for $5,000 from the congregation was presented to Pastor Hogg when he visited the Palisades and spoke before both church services on December 18. Hogg was also given a set of the Christmas cards and a calendar. “He was excited about taking them to New Orleans to show the parishioners,” Mednick said. In addition, youth pastor Eric Schaefer told Hogg he had begun plans to take a group of local high school students to New Orleans this coming summer to assist with the rebuilding. When Hogg spoke at the church, he preceded his remarks with a poignant slide show created by a Southern California producer who was so moved by Kristina’s havoc that he has since moved to New Orleans to assist in the relief efforts. The video can be viewed at http://gmagic.com/katrina/. “This is the true meaning of Christmas and Advent, the intermingling of profound sadness and expectant hope,” Svendsen said during his sermon. If you would like to contribute to this effort, please contact Thomas Keene, chairman of the Palisades Presbyterian mission committee: 454-0366.

After our December 1 story “Fire Burns from PCH up to Ocean Avenue,” several readers expressed worry about the campfires they had spotted below Via de las Olas in Potrero Canyon. LAPD Senior Lead Officer Chris Ragsdale agreed to accompany me down the western side of the canyon to see whether we could locate homeless campsites. After shooting photographs from the top of the Canyon, Palisadian-Post Staff Photographer Rich Schmitt waited for us at the bottom of the canyon, along PCH. We started at Via de las Olas and followed the trail down. As we walked, I noticed that the undergrowth was quite dense and dry. About half-way down the canyon, we located a gray two-man Coleman tent, tucked away under a tree. Officer Ragsdale knocked at the pole of the tent to alert anyone inside that they had visitors, but when there was no response, he unzipped the tent. There were blankets inside. He zipped the tent back up. The site appeared to be recently established because the garbage that starts to accumulate at long-time sites was in a small pile. Parallel to the site and slightly farther down, the trail ran past a small opening in the brush that had a green plastic chair in front of it to prevent people from stepping down into the natural nook of canyon, trees and high-growing brush. The site would be impossible to see unless one was right next to the entrance. Once the chair was pulled away, we stepped into a “residence” that had a sign posted that read “Heaven Cove, Search & Rescue Sanctuary’Come in peace or you won’t get out unless you’re LAPD, SMPD, Fire Department, Lifeguards.” Covering the site was a push-up 8-foot shade covering that was opened to six feet to allow it to fit under the overhanging tree. Inside were assorted items like a table, bike frames, and a grill. The transient’s belongs were strewn around the ground. A garbage dump was starting to accumulate. We had walked not more than three minutes farther down the hill before we came upon another concealed brown two-man Coleman tent. In general, it was hard to see the tents, unless one was specifically looking for them. Ragsdale explained that with last year’s rains, the brush and trees had grown very dense, making it easy to hide. “If you can get rid of the concealment, it makes it harder for the transients to set up camp,” Ragsdale said. “They know they’ll be spotted and will hunt for a different location.” We came upon two different abandoned areas within a short distance of each other where the trash was thick and deep. It appeared that whoever had lived at that site had moved on because there was no evidence of tents or tarps. (Continued from Page 1) A bit farther down the path, a gray cat scooted into the underbrush. We then came upon a large dumpsite area. Ragsdale said that two years ago a Recreation and Parks maintenance crew had come in and loaded enough trash to fill two-and-a-half garbage trucks. He estimated that if they were to come in again, it would be about that much. Hidden around a bend in another brush cove, we found a beige and blue four-man Coleman tent. It was an active site, although no one was home. At the perimeter of their “yard,” we found a soap dish with soap in it and a large bag of manure that hadn’t been opened. “There’s a group of transients that hang out along Temescal Canyon Park during the day,” Ragsdale noted. As we reached the bottom of the canyon, we found another “yard” boundary that had been set up with boards and other miscellaneous objects. A man and his two dogs, whom he introduced as Bud and Bear, came out of the small tarp-like tent to meet us. The man said that he had moved from Arkansas three weeks earlier. He had large black scabs all over his face. “I have skin cancer,” he said. “I got out of the hospital about a week ago. I’m taking 15 pills a day, so I’m just lying around trying to heal.” When Ragsdale identified himself and asked the transient for identification, the man asked what the problem was and Ragsdale told him it was illegal to camp in the canyon. “I didn’t know camping was illegal,” the transient said. “In Arkansas you can camp; you’re not going to give me a ticket, are you?” Ragsdale explained that it was a warning and if he didn’t move on, it would be a citation, which means he would have to appear in court. (According to Ragsdale, most ignore the court date, which means the citation goes to a warrant. When the homeless are eventually ticketed again, they end up serving one night in jail for the offense and then they’re free to go.) “There are shelters,” Ragsdale said. “I’ve got my dogs,” the man answered. I asked the man how old he was and he said, “Forty-four, but I’m almost 45. What day is it?” “December 19,” I replied. “My birthday is tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll be 45.” “Do you have any family?” I asked. “I was adopted, my stepdad died and I lost track of my stepmom,” he said. “I tried calling but her number was disconnected.” He pulled out a cigarette and then stopped himself from lighting it. “I’m not going to light this,” he said. “I show respect because I know some people out here don’t like these.” Ragsdale asked if he had been arrested before and he said he had gotten a camping ticket before, but he didn’t have the money to pay for it. He was waiting for his disability check to come on the first of the month. “If you don’t have an address, how do you get your check?” I asked. “Direct deposit,” he said and pulled out his bank card to show me. I told him people were worried about fires in the canyon. He grew upset. “That’s what I told that guy over there.” He pointed towards the hill about 400 yards closer to Temescal Canyon. “He cooks and starts a fire. But we told him to stop it or we’re going to run him out. I told him ‘You’re going to start a fire or bring police down and either one is bad news. I just eat peanut butter.'” Ragsdale handed him the warning and we went to the site the transient had pointed to. We saw a pan, a grill and a carcass of some animal that had been cooked, but nobody was around. Driving back to the Post, Ragsdale reflected on his 20 years of working with the homeless. “Many are plagued with drug or alcohol or mental health issues,” he said. “Most of these guys chose to live this way. They don’t like the structure of a shelter. They don’t like to follow rules.” Most of the homeless he sees tend to move back and forth among Venice, Santa Monica and the Palisades. When asked where they live, Ragsdale said they feel that this general area is their home. Next month, a joint meeting is planned between the fire and police departments and Rec and Parks to discuss the Canyon. “Ideally if we can have enforcement backed up with clearance, it will help break the pattern of homeless living there,” Ragsdale said. “If the Canyon were to be turned into something like a park that the public had access to, like Temescal Canyon, that would also could be a factor to stop the transients from living there.” Even if the problem is solved in the Palisades, most of these people will continue to be homeless and move on to other areas. Is there a magic answer? “Time, resources and money might start to address the problem, but it’s not a solution,” Ragsdale said. “Whoever has the answer will win a Nobel Prize.”

Occasionally, in this era of rampant business mergers and the malling of America, little miracles happen, and the value of a town’s mom-and-pop retail atmosphere is reaffirmed. Last Saturday morning, in a driving rainstorm, patrons and friends of Harrington’s Camera came to say goodbye to owner Cathy Rodriguez, who had announced 10 days earlier that she was having a retirement party at the store’just hours before closing a business that was founded by her parents, John and Celeste Harrington, in 1958. Unbeknownst to the partygoers before they arrived at the store, Rodriguez had been quietly negotiating for several months with Swan Photo Labs of San Clemente to sell the business, but not until Friday at 3 p.m. did owner Philip Steblay call Rodriguez to announce that they had a deal. Suddenly, Rodriguez and her husband Ruben, a retired businessman, knew they were free to begin enjoying their joint retirement on January 1, without having to pay the remaining seven months of their lease had a sale not gone through. “Retired and ready to go,” said their Christmas card, which showed the couple riding a jet ski. Equally important, Rodriguez was relieved to know that the family store would not only remain in expert hands (“Swan Photos has been doing our processing for about five years and we love their work,” Rodriguez said), but would continue to be called Harrington’s Camera. Joined by her father, who has lived in the Palisades since coming out from Chicago with his young family in 1954, Rodriguez smiled radiantly as she delivered the good news to the many well-wishers who came to the store Saturday. And she handed out a thank you letter that said in part, “My intention was to close the store upon retiring; however, the many pleas by customers and the persistence of the owners of Swan Photo Labs” convinced her to try to keep Harrington’s open by working out a sale. The new owner joined the festivities and later told the Palisadian-Post why he wanted to open a retail store in addition to his photo lab. “My father was an aerial photographer stationed at Norton Air Force Base in San Bernardino during World War II,” Philip Steblay said, “and he opened a store much like Harrington’s around 1947. As time went on he got more into photo processing but always had retail stores as well.” His company, Phototron Corp, eventually had 10 large labs across the country and more than 120 photo drive-thru stores called Clic Photo'”like the old Fotomat stores.” After college, Steblay worked at Phototron until the company was sold to Kodak about 15 years ago, and he then worked for Kodak Processing Labs for 10 years as VP of management systems. In January 2003 he started Swan Photo Labs with his partner, Keith Swan, and “we have grown very quickly in a challenging environment.” They now own a retail store in Costa Mesa and a processing lab in the San Francisco area. “I met the Harringtons by doing their photo processing,” Steblay said. “They are a wonderful family and remind me very much of my own. That’s a big reason for our purchasing the store. I want to see it continue to serve the community and would very much like to see the Harrington legacy continue.” Steblay asked, “How many retail stores are still in business after nearly 50 years? I may be a bit nostalgic but I think it’s worth working to keep it going and improve things by embracing the digital photography that is the future (and present) of this industry.” He said he would be adding digital printing kiosks as well as other services like transferring old slides and movies to DVD, restoring old photos, taking passport photos, holding digital camera classes and providing “all photographic services you can think of.” “We are searching for a store manager who shares our passion,” Steblay continued. “We haven’t completed our renovation plans, but we’ll be transforming Harrington’s over the next several months into a state-of-the-art imaging center with ‘soul.'” He added, “We are still negotiating with the landlord [David Licht, the owner of neighboring Kay ‘N’ Dave’s] for a fair long-term lease. It’s getting hard in the village to figure out how to pay the astronomical rents being asked for, and we are going to need the support and business from the entire community to make this all work.”