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Republican Bill Simon Announces Campaign for State Treasurer in 2006

Bill Simon in the library of his home in the Huntington, where he lives with his wife Cindy and three of his four children. In the background is a painting of his father, Bill Sr., who passed away in June 2000 at the age of 72.
Bill Simon in the library of his home in the Huntington, where he lives with his wife Cindy and three of his four children. In the background is a painting of his father, Bill Sr., who passed away in June 2000 at the age of 72.
Photo by Rich Schmitt, Staff Photographer

It’s official: Palisadian Bill Simon is running for California state treasurer. Although the election is not until November 2006, Simon is already campaigning. Last Saturday evening he spoke to the California Republican Assembly in Sacramento, and he plans to continue his weekly radio commentary, which is syndicated through Radio America to approximately 400 stations in the U.S. (including KRLA 870). He will also make his views known on talk radio, a forum he used extensively during the gubernatorial race. ‘I wanted to declare my intention to run early,’ Simon told the Palisadian-Post. He is, of course, expecting competitors but hopes to get the support of key Republicans, including Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, whom Simon presumes will run for reelection. It was just two years ago in March that Simon, a newcomer to politics, shocked both himself and the Republican party when he overcame a 40-point deficit in just eight weeks to win the nomination for governor in a landslide. ‘Simon Trounces Riordan, Storms to GOP Nomination,’ read the headline in the L.A. Times. Simon spent the next eight months campaigning against incumbent Gray Davis. Happily traveling the state, his down-home ‘meet ‘n’ greet’ style was often compared to that of former president Ronald Reagan, whom Simon greatly admires. Even after losing the governor’s race last fall by a surprisingly close margin, Simon continued to travel the state, speaking ‘two to three times a week’ as head of his own political action group called the California Grassroots Leadership Committee. Then came the California recall election. ‘My wife Cindy and I have been saying for two years that we need to recall Gray Davis,’ Simon said at a Palisades Republican Club fundraiser at his home in the Huntington last June. ‘It makes me feel as if we were right all along!’ Simon decided to run, but three weeks later he quit, saying there were ‘too many Republicans’ in the race. Whether an L.A. Times poll at the time showing Schwarzenegger in the lead influenced Simon’s decision, he won’t say. But he does say he is supportive of the new governor, whom he considers a friend. Both are parishioners at St. Monica’s Catholic Church and both have vacation homes in Sun Valley. ‘I think Arnold is doing a good job,’ Simon said, ‘and should be given a chance to work through his financial recovery plan. I voted in favor of both Proposition 57 and 58 [the government’s $15-billion bailout bond to deal with the state deficit] because I didn’t see that there were many alternatives.’ Simon also said that if he had been elected he ‘probably’ would have proposed the same solution. ‘While what I would like to see the governor do, ultimately, is to cut government and government spending, we all know something needed to be done in the short term.’ Simon, 52, who is back managing his family investment firm, William E. Simon & Sons, when not campaigning said he sees job creation as key to California’s economic recovery. Asked why he is now running for state treasurer, after investing some $9 million of his own funds on the governor’s race, Simon said he feels he has the ‘skills to handle the job.’ While Simon’s experience as a litigator is well known (after graduating from Boston College Law School in 1982, he served as assistant U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York under then-U.S. Attorney Rudy Giuliani), his experience on Wall Street, which is ideally suited to being state treasurer, is not. From 1973-1978 he worked as a foreign exchange trader and manager in the municipal bond department of Morgan Guaranty Trust, now known as J.P. Morgan Chase. During that same period his father, Bill Sr., served as both Secretary of the Treasury under President Nixon, and U.S. energy czar, giving Bill Jr. access to the likes of George Schultz, Henry Kissinger and Alan Greenspan, who at the time was an economic advisor to the government and is now Chairman of the Federal Reserve. Those years, and the family’s escapades (including a visit to the Middle East, where Bill Jr. was gifted with a camel) are detailed in Bill Sr.’s autobiography, ‘A Time For Reflection,’ which was released in February, almost three years after his death at the age of 72 from heart disease. Was Bill Jr. greatly influenced by his father? ‘Yes, I was. He was a remarkable man. That’s why both my brother [Pete] and I wanted to go into business with him.’ Asked how he is like his dad, who has been credited with bringing an end to the energy crisis in 1974, Simon said: ‘We are both very results oriented. We don’t suffer from ‘analysis paralysis,’ which can often bog down the decision-making process.’ Asked why he wants to get back into the political fray after two disappointing tries, Simon said: ‘Cindy calls it getting out of our ‘comfort box.’ I think it’s a good thing to do, to serve your community, if you can. I applaud Jerry Brown as an example of a humble public servant. He was California governor [1975-83], now he’s mayor of Oakland, and I hear he’s going to run for attorney general.’ Asked who will tend the business (which he manages with Pete) while he’s off campaigning, Simon said: ‘One thing the gubernatorial campaign proved is that I am not necessary to this company for it to survive and continue to do well.’ His business advice to clients these days? ‘To be cautious. And focus on the cash flow.’

Miscikowski Tells Palisades Council Her Hopes for More Police Officers

If citizens want significantly more police officers on city streets, they should root for a proposed initiative to raise the L.A. County sales tax by half a percent, City Councilwoman Cindy Miscikowski told the Community Council last Thursday. The initiative, supported and promoted by Sheriff Lee Baca and LAPD Chief William Bratton, will go on the November ballot if enough signatures are gathered by June, said Miscikowski, and it would raise ‘a significant amount of revenue.’ One-third would go to the Baca’s office, one-third to the LAPD and one-third to the remaining cities in the county. ‘Bratton has vowed, over time, to build up an additional 2,000 officers on top of his current 9,100 officers,’ said Miscikowski, who chairs the City Council’s public safety committee. She argued that a sales tax increase is the ‘best way’ to reach this goal, given the city’s bleak financial condition. The City Council hasn’t yet endorsed Baca’s initiative, Miscikowski said, pending a review by the city’s financial analyst, and she warned that because the measure would require a two-thirds vote, ‘there will have to be a significant effort by community support groups.’ Community Council member Larry Jacobs wanted to know, ‘How do you ensure that this becomes a net increase for the police and doesn’t end up in the general fund?’ Miscikowski replied, ‘There obviously has to be a guarantee of ‘new money’ for the police department. We also want to know who will be on the oversight committee for the distribution of funds.’ In the meantime, Miscikowski said, Mayor Hahn will present his budget in April, and ‘will make public safety his number one priority’no matter how dire the [fiscal] situation.’ Council member Arthur Mortell asked Miscikowski if the city is being reimbursed by the federal government for anti-terrorism efforts that drain LAPD resources. ‘Some,’ she said. ‘The stations where traffic is stopped before entering LAX are manned by LAPD officers on overtime; the city is reimbursed by the airport and they are reimbursed by the Department of Homeland Security. But by no means are we getting reimbursed for everything. We now have a whole Home Security Bureau [with about 200 employees] that never existed before, and there are security costs at the ports and elsewhere. We have to absorb these costs.’ Miscikowski reiterated that Captain Vance Proctor, the LAPD’s new West L.A. commander, has committed to maintaining a second patrol car in Pacific Palisades (2 p.m. to 2 a.m.), a move instituted early this year in response to complaints about increasingly scarce police coverage in the community. She also reminded the audience that she and fellow councilman Jack Weiss are sponsoring a motion to ban smoking at public beaches in Los Angeles, similar to the ban passed recently by the City of Santa Monica. ‘Are there resources to patrol the beaches?’ Community Council member Marguerite Perkins Mautner wondered. ‘When we passed the no-smoking ban in restaurants and bars,’ Miscikowski said, ‘we heard the same kind of question. But we’re largely a law-abiding society’as we’ve seen with public acceptance of seat-belt laws’and the smoking ban at beaches should not require a significant police patrol to enforce. Ultimately, it’s a matter of changing the culture over time.’

At Home with Honorary Mayor Steve Guttenberg

Steve Guttenberg in the back garden of his home in the Highlands, with his golden Lab Bucky and Bucky's friend, Buddy. The honorary mayor has lived in the Mediterranean-style house since 1989.
Steve Guttenberg in the back garden of his home in the Highlands, with his golden Lab Bucky and Bucky’s friend, Buddy. The honorary mayor has lived in the Mediterranean-style house since 1989.
Photo by Rich Schmitt, Staff Photographer

In 1989, after the phenomenal box office success of ‘Three Men and a Baby,’ actor Steve Guttenberg was in the market for a new home. While he didn’t have a clear idea of what wanted, he knew that he did not want ‘a modern house’ or ‘a house that the Beach Boys had lived in, which is not my style.’ For weeks his real estate agent had him looking all over L.A., ‘mostly at houses I knew I couldn’t afford, like the Houdini mansion in the Hollywood Hills.’ Then one day his agent said he had just the right house for him in the Pacific Palisades, a place Guttenberg had visited a couple of times but ‘didn’t really know anything about, other than it had this great Mediterranean climate.’ Then, as he and the agent made their way up Palisades Drive to the Highlands, Guttenberg remembers he suddenly felt enveloped by the mountains, ‘like we were being transported into another world. I loved the winding road and, coming from New York, the natural light and ocean air. And that was even before we got to the house. Then, as we were driving up the street I noticed that everyone’s garden was so beautiful and I thought, ‘There’s no way I can afford this! What’s my agent thinking?” By the time the two men got out of the car in front of a two-story, Mediterranean-style house, which ‘had great curb appeal,’ Guttenberg says, ‘I was already sold. And then when I walked through the front door and saw this explosion of green [the house being completely open to the back garden], I instantly knew this is where I wanted to live. The pool was full of happy kids, the garden butted up against Topanga State Park, and a circular staircase in the foyer looked like it came right out of ‘Dynasty.’ When I saw that, I was SURE I could not afford the house.’ As they walked back to the car, Guttenberg asked the agent ‘How much?’and was surprised when it turned out to be exactly the amount he knew he could afford. He immediately bought the house and has since become not only the town’s honorary mayor (since 2002) but also one of its most responsible citizens. Currently he is spearheading an effort to slow down speeders on Palisades Drive, which he says some residents have taken to ‘using as a raceway. They think they’re at the Grand Prix, or something.’ As for living in the Palisades, and his home in the Highlands, Guttenberg says: ‘It has brought me such pleasure that I think it has added years to my life. I like it so much that sometimes I don’t leave for days, unless I have to go to New York. I love the Palisades. It’s a real resort town, very different from where I come from.’ Guttenberg, who commutes regularly between New York and L.A., grew up in the working- class neighborhood of Massapequa, on the south shore of Long Island, where his parents and one of his sisters still live (the other sister lives in New Jersey). Other actors from Massapequa include Alex and Billy Baldwin and Jerry Seinfeld. ‘Jerry’s father Cal was a signmaker,’ Guttenberg recalls. ‘I used to deliver signs for him when I was a teen.’ As a teenager, Guttenberg got interested in acting after working one summer with a local children’s theater group. That fall he started taking acting classes in New York and after graduating from high school he came out to California, where within weeks he landed a Kentucky Fried Chicken commercial, and a low-budget teen flick called ‘The Chicken Chronicles.’ Within a decade he had roles in several film hits, including ‘Diner,’ ‘Cocoon,’ ‘Short Circuit,’ and ‘Police Academy.’ His latest film, ‘P.S. Your Cat Is Dead,’ which he produced, directed and co-wrote, was adapted from the Broadway hit by the late James Kirkwood, co-author of ‘A Chorus Line.’ The black comedy, with its frank exploration of sexual role playing, opened to mixed reviews. ‘The film is more deeply felt than fully realized,’ said the L.A. Times. ‘Despite strong portrayals by Guttenberg, it doesn’t come alive until it’s drawing to a close that’s unexpectedly touching.’ Guttenberg still loves the stage, where he starred in ‘The Boys Next Door’ in London’s West End, and the Tony-award winning ‘Prelude to a Kiss.’ When in New York, he takes acting, dancing and singing lessons, making the 45-minute commute back and forth to Massapequa, where he stays with his close-knit family. Asked about being bicoastal, Guttenberg says he basically has no choice. ‘Obviously I like the weather better here but my family is there, which is why I spend about half of my time in New York. But people don’t do lunch there,’ he jests. ‘There’s no Cafe Vida, which is why I have to come back to the Palisades.’ When home in the Highlands, Guttenberg, who lives alone with his 9-year-old Lab Bucky, enjoys his pool, his home gymnasium and hitting golf balls that sometimes land in the state park. He also enjoys the quiet and the privacy of his garden. ‘In fact, it’s so private I could go naked out there but I don’t, you know, being the honorary mayor and all.’ These days the actor is in rehearsals with Angelica Huston and Ben Kingsley, preparing for this Sunday’s reading of ‘Sunset Boulevard’ at the Pantages Theater to benefit the Actor’s Fund. This weekend Guttenberg also plans to do some entertaining. He’s not sure if he will cater (usually from Mort’s or the nearby Hidden Cafe), or if he’ll cook. ‘Lately, it’s been with my new wok. I might do pad thai noodles, or kung pao chicken, or sizzling vegetables. Or maybe I will grill some Chilean sea bass or wild king salmon. And I like to keep things really informal. Whether I’m entertaining a CEO or the guy who delivers my groceries, I want everyone to feel comfortable in my home.’ Guttenberg had the same attitude with GuttenHouse, a halfway house he bought and renovated for young women who have grown up in foster care and are ready to make the transition into the real world. The two-story duplex in Culver City features marble-tiled bathrooms and hardwood floors. ‘I wanted it to be a beautiful place, with positive energy,’ Guttenberg explains. In the almost three years GuttenHouse has been in operation ‘we have helped about a dozen of the girls get jobs, and get ready to go to college,’ says Guttenberg, who regards the project ‘as one of my best investments’investing in the futures of these young women. But I want to say I did not do it alone. I had a lot of people help me make it happen.’ Another investment Guttenberg would like to make, with the help of other Palisadians, is in the village, specifically on the corner of Swarthmore and Sunset. ‘Imagine if we had a multiplex movie theater where the Mobil station is now? We’d also build a donut shop, a record store and have lots of parking. It would be a place that everyone could enjoy. You know, there’s a reason I was drawn to the Palisades. There’s a real energy here. You can feel it everywhere you go. That’s why I’m proud to be the honorary mayor of this town.’ Asked how he happened to acquire this prestigious position without having to spend one dollar on campaigning, Guttenberg explains that ‘it all started with a pastrami sandwich at Mort’s!’ He later accepted the offer extended by the Chamber of Commerce.

Chuck Niles: Voice of L.A. Jazz Radio

Photo courtesy of the Los Angeles Times

Chuck ‘Be-Bop Charlie’ Niles, who was regarded as the voice of L.A. jazz radio, died March 15 at Santa Monica/UCLA Medical Center of complications from a stroke. He was 76. A resident of Marina del Rey at the end of his life, Niles had a great love for the beach and thoroughly enjoyed the 18 years he lived in Pacific Palisades (1966 to 1984). ”’Chuck had the perfect deeJay’s attributes’a marvelously mellifluous voice, a great sense of pacing and an innate, cool dude manner,’ said L.A. Times jazz critic Don Heckman. ‘But what really made him special was his knowledge and respect for the music, his capacity to present it with the sort of rich communicative understanding that could only have come from someone who, like Chuck, was a musician himself.’ ”Niles spun tracks on a succession of jazz radio stations, beginning with the pioneering jazz station KNOB in Los Angeles and ending on KKJZ-FM in Long Beach. More than an announcer, he was a one-man jazz university, introducing the music and its lore to generations of Southern Californians. He also served as an unofficial jazz ambassador, emceeing countless concerts, memorials and other jazz-related events. A former colleague, Ken Borgers, once called him ‘the Vin Scully, the Chick Hearn of jazz.’ A musician by training, Niles counted many of the jazz greats among his friends, and was the inspiration for several songs, including ‘Niles Blues’ by Louie Bellson and ‘Be-Bop Charlie’ by Bob Florence. That song memorialized one of his several nicknames; he also was known as ‘Carlitos Niles’ when playing Latin jazz, and Country Charlie Niles during a brief, unhappy stint on a country music station. One of the few septuagenarians who could refer to someone as a ‘cat’ without sounding foolish, Niles had a voice that seemed perfectly suited to jazz: a deep, smooth, lilting baritone that he deployed as a virtual musical instrument. He brought an extraordinary depth of knowledge to his radio broadcasts, which he sprinkled with telling anecdotes, heartfelt tributes and lots of exclamations of ‘Oh, man!’ Aside from music, his principal passion in life was acting, and his biggest regret was not having achieved greater success on stage or screen. He appeared in many local theatrical productions in the 1950s and ’60s, and had a bit part in ‘Teenage Zombies,’ which was released in 1958 and eventually won cult status as one of the worst movies ever made. Niles was proud to have been awarded a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, although he might have preferred that it be adorned with a camera, not a microphone. Still, he took a journeyman’s joy in his radio work and resented anyone who suggested that it was a fallback career. Born Charles Neidel in Springfield, Massachusetts on June 24, 1927, Niles began playing clarinet at age 7 and was playing professional jobs on the saxophone by age 14. He broke into professional radio at WEAT in West Palm Beach, Florida. ”In 1945, with World War II nearly over, Niles enlisted in the Navy. The war ended while he was still in basic training in Florida. Niles was sent to San Diego and was briefly stationed in the South Pacific. After the Navy, he returned to music full time, playing alto sax in a jazz band, the Emanon Quartet”no name’ spelled backward. ‘How hip can you get?’ he later mused. Back in Springfield, Niles earned a degree in sociology from American International University and, in 1951, landed a job playing music on a local radio station, WTXL. By 1953, growing bored, he drove to Los Angeles. Failing to find work, he drove on to West Palm Beach, where he quickly found a job on radio station WMVD. He stayed there a year, then did a stint as a television sportscaster and dance show host before another bout of restlessness sent him back to California. It was 1956. This time, he would stay. His first job was on KFOX radio, playing rock & roll-tinged pop that wasn’t exactly his style. Next came KHJ-TV Channel 9, where he hosted afternoon movies and the ‘Strange Lands and Seven Seas’ program”You know… some guy goes to Africa, films a herd of elephants, comes back and tells me about it.’ But his real break came in 1957, when Sleepy Stein recruited him to be an announcer on what claimed to be the first all-jazz radio station in the United States: KNOB, ‘the jazz knob.’ In the meantime, Niles was pursuing acting jobs and hanging out at the Masquers Club, a theatrical club in Hollywood where, he said, he spent ‘the happiest times of my life.’ He landed roles in regional theatrical productions of ‘Harvey’ and ‘Dial M for Murder,’ among others, and played Biff in a summer stock production of ‘Death of a Salesman.’ In 1965, Niles left KNOB for KBCA, another all-jazz station that changed its call letters to KKGO in 1979. KKGO switched to classical music in 1990, and Niles left immediately for KLON-FM, the station of Cal State Long Beach, which had an all-jazz format. The station changed its name to KKJZ in August 2002. There, Niles continued to play the music that he loved, introducing Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Dexter Gordon, Horace Silver, Count Basie, Ella Fitzgerald, Lionel Hampton and hundreds of other jazz luminaries to yet another generation. He is survived by his wife, Nancy Neidel, and daughter Tracy Neidel, who inherited her father’s love of music, becoming a pop and blues singer who uses the stage name Tracy Niles.

Nancy Reinsch, 85; Married for 62 Years

Nancy McClish Reinsch
Nancy McClish Reinsch

Nancy McClish Reinsch, a 65-year resident of Pacific Palisades, died peacefully in her home on March 17, after a long illness. She was 85. Born in San Francisco, Nancy spent her childhood among Sacramento, Healdsburg and Santa Cruz. Her father, Frank McClish, was a pharmacist. Her mother, Claudia Thorne, taught the developmentally disabled. After studying bacteriology at UCLA and graduating in 1939, Nancy worked at California Hospital in Los Angeles, where she met her future husband, Dr. Paul John Reinsch. Their marriage in 1941 was the first service to be held in the new parish of St. Matthew’s in Pacific Palisades. Nancy lectured in botany and bacteriology briefly at Oregon State University in Corvallis. The couple then lived in Madison, Wisconsin, following World War II, before settling permanently in the Palisades in 1948. Nancy’s greatest love was her family. In addition to her husband of 62 years, she is survived by 12 of her 14 children, 14 grandchildren, and 6 great-grandchildren. Her sons are Stuart (who lives in Berkeley), John (Fresno), James (deceased 1979), Fred (deceased 1996), Peter (Amsterdam, the Netherlands), and Michael (Los Angeles). Her daughters are Mary Sackett (Encino), Erica Dedon (Dublin), Anne (Oakland), Sigrid (Santa Clara), Jennifer Chaffiotte (Madison, CT) Molly Maguire (La Selva Beach), Maureen Montgomery (Lake Tahoe), and Lindsay Albert (Malibu). She is also survived by her sister Mary ‘Dede’ Flinn of Napa. Nancy’s other passion was her beautiful garden full of ornamental shrubs and flowers. The large garden surrounding her home expressed her love of English formal and cottage gardens as well as her knowledge of California natives. Funeral services will be held privately at St. Matthew’s Church. In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to a charity of one’s choice.

Falcons’ Softball Starts Fast

The St. Matthew’s 6-8th-grade girls’ softball team has begun its season with three consecutive victories, sweeping Harvard-Westlake’s 7th- and 8th-grade teams by 3-1 and 7-5 scores and defeating Brentwood 9-0 last week in nonleague games. The Falcons are being led by returning starters from last year’s Pacific Basin League runner-up team: Katie Zacuto (8th grade), Sarah McMahon (8), Nora Crowell (8), Lizzy Porter (7) and Anne Turner (7), along with newcomer Codie Dicus (7). Pitchers Zacuto and Dicus dominated on the mound so far, combining for 20 strikeouts and allowing only two earned runs in three games. Dicus has also been a force at the plate, hitting a double, triple and home run, while Crowell has been an effective leadoff hitter with an on-base percentage of .800 and six stolen bases.’ Filling in for injured catcher Haley Greenberg is Anne Turner while sixth-grader Kristen London (6) has stepped in to start at second base and right field.’Cali Spradling, Erin Booth, Eliot Drieband and Drake Williams are also returning 8th- graders while Rylee Ebsen, Sheridan Hathaway and Clare Soley return as 7th-graders from last year’s PBL finalist squad.’

Palisades Pacesetters

Junior Teddy Levitt placed sixth out of 132 fencers in the Cadet Men’s Sabre and 21st out of 146 fencers in the Junior Men’s Sabre class at the Junior Olympics in Cleveland, Ohio. Levitt is ranked 10th nationally for Cadet Men’s Sabre and is a potential alternate for the U.S. National team. Levitt aso took first place in his class at a tournament in San Diego last weekend. Fellow junior Mike Groth also competed at the Junior Olympics in the Cadet Men’s Sabre division and freshman Caroline Merz placed 51st in Cadet Women’s Sabre, a division with 71 fencers. Twelve-year-old Jessica L. Hammes, granddaughter of Palisadians Darlene Hammes and Jim Robinson, won her age group of the Indiana state girls swimming championship for the third straight year last Sunday. Hammes won gold medals in each of the seven events she entered (five individual events and two relays), all in top-16 national times, and set a new state record in the 100-yard breaststroke. Also a straight A student, Hammes is active on her school’s student council and has been invited to attend a political seminar in Washington, D.C. where the guest speakers will be Newt Gingrich and Janet Reno. Hammes hopes to swim at Stanford University and make the U.S. Olympic team.

A Samoan Surfin’ Safari: Author Leads Group of Palisadians on Outdoor Adventures in Samoa

By SEAN MURPHY Special to the Palisadian-Post

Paddling back out to the lineup after catching one of the best waves of my life, I sat up on my surfboard in awe of my surroundings. Drifting away from shore with the smooth current created by the lazy Fuipisia River, I watched my friends pulling into and out of beautiful Samoan currents. It was powerful surf to be sure, only for the skillful and brave… It’s been almost three weeks since we returned from our journey to paradise and now all I can think about is going back. At first glance, the cast of characters I had assembled for my latest tour would appear as motley a crew as they come’as different a group of people as anyone could put together. There was Greg Young, a builder. There were Peter Wheeler, owner of a financial institution, and John Adams, a sales representative. Also there were environmental consultant Maureen Erbeznik, rocket scientist Tom Sprafke, commodities trader Andy Barton, fireman Brian Price, travel agent Amber Ringler and professional surfer Josh Hoyer. Lastly, there were myself, a tour operator, and my wife, Stephanie, a property manager. And while each of us had pursued a different career path, we were all drawn together by three things: ties to our hometown (collectively we have lived hundreds of years in Pacific Palisades), a love of surfing and an insatiable appetite for adventure. When I reflect on the seven-day trip, the first few days come to mind as they seemed to offer endless crystal blue ocean waves, perfectly groomed by offshore winds. We enjoyed full afternoons of surfing right- and left-hand waves directly in front of our sanctuary, Salani Surf Resort on the South Pacific island of Samoa. Of course, we had just as much fun on land. Visiting O Le Pupu-Pue National Park, home of Togitogiga waterfalls, was breathtaking, and jumping off steep cliffs into a pool created by the cold fresh water cascading down hot lava rocks was exhilarating. Standing amidst the salt-water blowhole of Tua Sua trenches afforded all of us plenty opportunity to click off photos of huge ocean waves crashing into the seaside crevices. And what would a vacation be without a day on the links? Playing golf to get through an onshore day’with no scorecards, no course map, one set of clubs for five of us and only two balls each. I even remember betting that we were the lucky group to christen the pristine course. Then, there was the camaraderie. The girls enjoying their time on the white sand beach while Peter got a massage in a shaded fale. The hot sun tanning the backs of us pale Southern Californians as we shared jokes and traded stories of with old and new friends over a delightful dinner that quenched all of my hungry desires. I remember, too, spending Sunday at Lalumanu, lounging in the shade of our fale as we drank ice cold Vailimas (Samoan beer) from the bar just a short walk away. Snorkeling in the calm coral lagoon, we were all amazed by the diversity of fish and the color and vastness of the reef, the crystal-clear water inviting time spent immersed. The cool air on my face from a woven pandanus grass fan and the adrenaline rushing through my veins while I pedaled a mountain bike to the resort and coasting down hills on the rough Samoan roads and the awe of standing at the edge of the raging Fuipisia Falls as the water circled around my ankles before plummeting down 180 feet’experiences I will relive forever. The village church service that morning was especially enlightening. The bright white hats and dresses of the Samoan women who sang beautifully in chorus with the deep-voiced Samoan men. Perhaps for our benefit the Pastor shared his powerful message in both English and passionate Samoan. But perhaps the highlight of our trip was the pure Polynesian cultural experience of Friday night’s Fia Fia celebration, a smorgasbord of traditional Samoan food, song and dance that reminded us all ust how far we were from home. Flying home relaxed, refreshed with a mind filled with memories of places, experiences, new acquaintances and old friends, waves, beaches, waterfalls and smiling Samoans, I remember most of all drifting ever so gently back into the lineup to ride a few more waves like a missile across the shallow coral reef. Editor’s Note: President of WaterWays Surf Adventures in Malibu for the past 10 years, Sean Murphy is a 35-year resident of Pacific Palisades. He grew up in the Alphabet Streets, playing in the PPBA and attending Pali Elementary, Paul Revere and Palisades High, where he graduated in 1983. His travel company offers year-round trips to exotic vacation spots like Samoa, Indonesia, Fiji and El Salvador. To book a reservation, call 888-669-SURF.

A Historic Day for PPBA

50th Year begins with “Field of Dreams”

PPBA Commissioner Bob Benton stands with first-pitch throwers (back row, from left) Bill Simon, Jake Steinfeld and Mike Skinner and first-pitch catchers (front row, from left) Neal Conners, Chad Scully and Matt Scully.
PPBA Commissioner Bob Benton stands with first-pitch throwers (back row, from left) Bill Simon, Jake Steinfeld and Mike Skinner and first-pitch catchers (front row, from left) Neal Conners, Chad Scully and Matt Scully.
Photo by Rich Schmitt, Staff Photographer

While hundreds of families flocked to tables on the outdoor basketball courts at the Palisades Recreation Center Saturday morning for the Palisades Pony Baseball Association’s annual pancake breakfast, Mike Skinner was busy examining the portable fences down on the playing fields. A broad smile was on his face and understandably so–the $100,000 “Field of Dreams” project he had overseen for years was finally complete. “I really don’t know what to say except that I knew this day would come,” said Skinner, who helped 14-year PPBA commissioner Bob Benton unveil the Field of Dreams’ donation wall to kick off the organization’s 50th season. And the day was indeed as golden as the hundreds of pancakes consumed. After the pledge of allegiance, led by longtime Palisadian Ray Kirby of the American Legion, Benton thanked the Legion for its financial support of the Field of Dreams project and thanked Rec Center Director Cheryl Gray. “This was a disruptive process, but she handled it with good humor and a spirit of cooperation,” Benton said. He also thanked LuAnn Williams, a key member of the fundraising committee, and pancake breakfast organizer Lisa St. John. “The breakfast is our No. 1 fundraiser and this is our biggest year ever,” Benton said. “Lisa had never done this before, but she pulled it off.” “I found out it takes a village to feed a village,” St. John said. Finally, Benton praised Skinner for his tireless efforts once the renovation project was set into motion. “None of this would’ve been possible without our Citizen of the Year,” Benton said. “We gave him the job. He took it, he lived it and he made it a reality.” Skinner was presented with a crystal ball and a wooden bat. Engraved on the ball stand, which was hand-carved by PPBA coach Jerry Rosetti, were the words “If you build it, they will play” and engraved on the bat was the message “A world of thanks,” along with the signature of each board member. A thunderous applause erupted when Skinner took the microphone and addressed the 24 teams and the coaches, friends and families in attendance. “As they say, the coach carries the bag but players play the game,” Skinner said. “One thing about construction work is that it never goes easy. This gym is an example of what can go wrong. But this job went flawlessly from start to finish.” Skinner showed the audience a book given to him by Athletic Turfs contractors Chris Krug and Manny Adams chronicling the day-to-day history of the community-funded project. He also thanked John Bertrum and Bob Levitt, who led the fundraising campaign and “weren’t afraid to ask for money from all of their wealthy friends.” Skinner also made a pitch for more donations. “It’s never too late to donate,” he said. “There’s an ongoing need for maintenance and your money will be put to good use in the future.” Next, Benton announced the biggest surprise of the day–that Skinner would join fellow Palisadians Bill Simon (the former gubernatorial candidate) and fitness guru Jake Steinfeld in throwing out the first pitches to officially begin the landmark season. “I consider myself the luckiest guy in the world to be living in this community and to be part of a group that made this field possible,” Simon said afterwards. “My son is on the Bronco Dodgers and he got up at 6 a.m., put his uniform on and was so excited. We live right around the corner, so this whole experience hits very close to home for us.” Steinfeld, too, was excited to part of opening-day festivities. “I live in the Palisades now, but I grew up in Brooklyn where we didn’t have fields like this to play on,” Steinfeld said. “I’ve been so fortunate in my life and it’s nice to be able to give back.” Catching the first balls were three of Vin and Sandra Scully’s 12 grandchildren: 12-year-old Matthew (a “retired” PPBA player), 10-year-old Chad (who plays on the Mustang Braves) and 6-year-old Neal (who starts five-pitch in April). Vin Scully, the legendary radio voice of the Los Angeles Dodgers, lives near Riviera Country Club. He and his wife made the largest donation of all to the Field of Dreams. Pinto Indian Chase Byington won a one-week session at the UCLA Baseball Camp for selling 160 tickets to the pancake breakfast, raising $480. “He was like a little sales maniac, calling all my friends on the phone,” said Chase’s mother, Jennifer. Second was Jacob Carilla, who raised $394 and earned a session at the Pepperdine Baseball Camp. After Bronco Oriole Patrick Elder gave a stirring rendition of the “Star Spangled Banner,” Benton made the announcement everyone had waited for all morning: “Play ball!” It didn’t take long for the excitement of opening day to carry over to the diamonds. In the first game of his Pinto career, 8-year-old Dawson Rosenberg of the Tigers christened Diamond 3 by hitting the first pitch of the game to the left field fence on one bounce. The Indians ultimately edged the Tigers, 10-9, and in other Pinto Division games the Red Sox beat the Orioles, 19-7, the Phillies beat the Braves, 6-1, and the Dodgers downed the Cardinals, 18-12. In the Mustang Division, the Tigers beat the Indians, 12-5, the Red Sox shut out the Orioles, 15-0, the Braves defeated the Phillies, 11-6, and the Cardinals edged the Dodgers, 11-10. The Bronco Division featured an exciting battle between the Braves and Phillies, won by the Braves, 14-13. In other games, the Indians blanked the Tigers, 12-0, the Red Sox outlasted the Orioles, 14-10 and the Cardinals edged the Dodgers, 5-4.

The Brodie Bunch Explores Southeast Asia

By JANET BRODIE

After visiting Thailand and Cambodia, the Brodies arrived in the Laotian town of Vang Viang, set in a jungly valley with limestone cliffs. Photo: Janet Farrell Brodie
After visiting Thailand and Cambodia, the Brodies arrived in the Laotian town of Vang Viang, set in a jungly valley with limestone cliffs. Photo: Janet Farrell Brodie

When my husband and I realized that our 20-something sons, Jedediah and Nathaniel, would not be with us at Christmas, the only solution was to join their exploration of Thailand, Laos and Cambodia. They are backpackers who have roamed the wilds of the world, happiest living as nomads; we, although hikers and car campers, are middle-aged Palisadians who like our comforts. As in any family with firm opinions, there was much to negotiate. ”From the beginning, each generation had its not-so-hidden agenda. We parents wanted to provide the four ‘kids’ (our sons and their girlfriends) with some luxury in the middle of their months of backpacking. (Both sons pride themselves on traveling cheaply; for months they had averaged about $12 a day.) The kids’ agenda was to re-introduce some adventure into our lives and to give us a taste of the ‘real’ world. Throughout the trip these two conflicting agendas engendered a quiet, good-natured rivalry. ”We parents had our small triumphs. We did not have to spend the entire three weeks in the jungle searching for tigers, but managed to include towns, art and history in our adventures. We stayed in hotels costing $12 a night rather than $2 youth hostels. It did not ruin our moral fiber. But in all truth, the victory in this friendly rivalry went to the young. What we saw, tasted and experienced in the company of the adventurous foursome gave us the most extraordinary trip of our lives. Seeing the world through fresh eyes, we learned from them. ”It started at a sheer limestone cliff at Rai Leh beach in southern Thailand (a mecca for rock climbers). One by one, the four strapped on climbing gear and muscled their way up from finger-hold to toe-hold, belayed from below. I fear heights, especially when my sons are on them. But, to everyone’s amazement, we parents agreed that it looked like fun. The kids made rappelling down a 300-foot cliff look like ballet. ”Not only were my fears of heights mitigated, but, of all things, I found myself riding a motorbike. When we realized that the only way to get to a particularly remote national park was for all of us to rent motorbikes, that’s what we all did. With a few quick lessons about brakes and curves, the Brodie Bunch provided much hilarity for the local Thais as we drove’five in single file, all oversized on our small bikes’through the countryside (me, quietly humming Christmas carols to calm my nerves). We passed sights I would never have noticed otherwise, including mats of natural rubber drying in the sun and ponds of pink lotuses. ”For longer trips we hired tuk-tuks (a cross between a motorcycle and a rickshaw). One such trip became the highlight of the entire three weeks for me. Leaving the hotel near Angkor Wat, Cambodia, before dawn, we rode 40 minutes by tuk-tuk to catch a boat downriver to Phnom Penh. The road, impossibly rutted, forced the driver to a pace so slow that in the dawning light we saw clearly into the homes of the Khmer villagers and into the boats of families in the floating village. I saw villagers light charcoal braziers for the morning meal, an old woman kneeling on a mat in front of a single burning candle, young women sweeping front yards with homemade palm-frond brooms. Roosters crowed, dogs rolled in the dirt, naked children watched the sunrise from doorways. We could have been in a time warp as a village stirred awake in an earlier century. As a historian, nothing could have touched me more deeply. ”Our final (and happy) recognition that the kids had much to teach us came after a five-hour bus ride (shared with locals and their chickens and rowdy Australians passing around bottles of beer) through Laos and some of the most beautiful and primitive country we have ever seen. We drove through mountainous jungle with bamboo villages appearing every two or three kilometers. The huts were made the same way they had been for centuries (except for the few television antennas sprouting above the thatched roofs). Finally we emerged in Vang Viang, a town in a valley so dazzling that it reminded us of Yosemite, except that the cliffs were limestone instead of granite, and covered with jungle instead of pine forest. ”We arrived in mid-afternoon and we were starving. In this, as in so much else, the kids took the lead, walking past restaurant after restaurant until somehow instinctively they located the central market. We entered the covered section where the light was shaded and the heat and humidity intensified. Finally, in the heart of heat and darkness, we found the food vendors. We picked one at random, sat down on rickety chairs around a makeshift table next to a cauldron of some type of simmering broth and a slab of raw meat, away from which a woman brushed away flies. She placed slices of the raw meat in bowls, added chopped green vegetables and the boiling broth and served us. Our kids were right: it was the best food we ate. (Janet Farrell Brodie, a history professor at Claremont Graduate University, and her husband Bruce, a clinical psychologist who works with adolescents, have lived in Pacific Palisades since 1981 in the house Bruce’s parents built in 1954, where he was raised. Their sons attended Marquez, Paul Revere and Palisades High. Jedediah is currently a doctoral student in biology at the University of Montana, spending four months a year on research in the Thai jungle. Nathaniel will enter the Peace Corps in September.)