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for ECAP: Don Osborne
Editorial t
Now & Then
D uring th e ir last concert lh e Band invited
back th e folks th ey h ad w orked for, an d with;
th e folks they adm ired; a n d did a show. It is
o n e o f o u r favorite film sou n d track s. It is the
th o u g h t o f th a t last lim e the m usic will be as
it is. An ending. In this Edge we have invited
back a few voices, those we could get in touch
w ith, o r a re still taking o u r calls. As we
m e n tio n e d last tim e, this is th e last Edge for a
w hile a n d w hen we com e back it is b o und to
be a little d ifferen t, m aybe bigger, m aybe
m ore voices, b u t still as real as we can m ake
it. We m ight be sending out a small \ ersion
in A pril, ( a ‘Slight Edge’?) an d possibly May,
to keep ev ery o n e inform ed o f how it goes, and
so yo u can all get y o u r horoscopes, an d tide
tables, an d a question to Uncle Mike, and
w h a tev e r else. We m ight make this a yearly
fe a tu re so y o u r cran k y but beloved ed ito r
co u ld te n d m ore to his spiritual walks on the
b each , an d vespers, if th e C hurch of Bill’s
su rv iv e s re n o v a tio n .
Speaking of Bill’s, these are h a rd tim es on
th e Edge. The closing of the only Tavern in
tow n has cau sed m any otherw ise ratio n al
grow n-up m en to w an d er the streets of the
village, hollow -eyed lost souls. It even sent
C hief S tum blefoot, a consulting M edicine Man
in T he Rastified C hurch of the Cowboy
B uddha, fleeing to the Islands; which d ep leted
th e ra n k s o f th e T h an ato p sis Literary an d
Inside Straight S ociety’s W ednesday p o k er
gam es. Men have been drinking at hom e and
som e a re said to be w atching television; the
d aily dialogue has ceased. It is a silent spring.
But. . . if th in g s w ork like we hope th ey will,
we m ight su rv iv e th e sum m er o n slau g h t, and
Bill’s will re -o p e n , an d we m ight, in fact,
grow an d p ro sp e r, cool, huh?
W hile we a re on sabbatical we will keep in
to u c h a n d you can still w rite to us, o r call us,
o r even e-m ail us at bhults@»pacifier.com. So;
“Call us at th e ocean, th e lines are o p e n !”
As many Cannon Beach Citizens know, the city
has begun the lengthy (& perhaps tedious &
cumbersome) task of formation of an Ecola Creek
Watershed Council.
Before Governor Kitzhaber & his staff developed
the Watershed Council as part of the salmon recovery
plan in Oregon, a group of citizens formed ECAP
(the Ecola Creek Awareness Project). We were
concerned about w ater quality (remember the
spraying?) and we were concerned about the health
& status of the entire w atershed.
We all live in a w atershed; everyone and
everything. Il is “that area from which all
precipitation flows to a single stream (or other body
of water — like the Pacific Ocean in our case).’’ Our
catchment area is about 20,000 acres. All water
drains into tributaries, into Ecola Creek and into
springs and into the estuaries and ocean. Our
watershed is much more than the holding tanks or the
“springs” on lower Ecola Creek.
The tw o issues w e (ECAP) w ant to make clear tor
all of us who are stakeholders in the w atershed are
these:
1. We can no longer take clean water for granted.
The cumulative impacts of human actions include,
but go well beyond, chemical pollution.
2. The entire habitat and the inter-related ecosystem
of the watershed are part of the health of a
watershed. Habitat loss and fragmentation, exotic
species, excessive water use, clearcuts, road
building, landslides, spraying, recreation,
overf ishing and more, all contribute to degradation.
As interest grows about our watershed we hope to
provide ongoing reports about status and needed
actions to our watershed council and to citizens in
Cannon Beach. Perhaps partnerships among
scientists, citizens, policy makers and resource
managers as well as business and corporate users
will assure an accessible, healthy watershed.
ECAP brochures are out and about the town
available for your review. We hope to increase
interest and care about the watershed and perhaps our
longer term goal of public ownership of the entire
watershed w ill be realized.
for ECAP -Don Osborne
ECAP (Ecola Creek Awareness Project)
Box 181, Cannon Beach, OR 97110
503/436-0211
The Upper Left Edge joins ECAP in seeking the
goal of public ownership of our watershed. We
urged the city to buy it when Cavenham had it on the
market. Wc'think it is foolish to turn a natural and
historic creek like Ecola (named such by William
Clark because it was here they bought the whale meat
that got them through their last winter in Oregon) into
just another drainage ditch for industry. A bond
issue along with matching funds and grants to buy
and protect the watershed would not only insure the
future of clean safe water, but would provide a
laboratory to study our surviving native salmon run,
our bird and mammal populations, and be a
wonderful addition to the attraction of Cannon Beach
as a place for a quality vacation experience. If you
own land in Cannon Beach consider the value of a
guaranteed clean water supply and a beautilul view in
all directions.
We are obliged in this our last issue to thank those
who made this thing we call ‘the edge’ happen, so
here goes; in no particular order, thanks; Jerry
Brown, Dr. Karkeys, Sally, Mike, Professor, Alex,
Rory & Mar, Ralph Nader, Mary Anne, John &
Lisa, Joan, Don & Donna & Annie, Mary, Sandra &
Mark, June & Barker, Maggie, Ken, Cory,
Brandon, Cliff, Bob Dylan, Ursula, Vivian, Andna,
Kim, Kathnne, George, Tony, Margi, Sandy, Mr.
Buckley, Charles & Ursula, Darlene, Valone, Vi,
Tim, Marley, Jeff, Fluffy, Sam, Pat, Patra, Spud,
Bill & Mvrna, Bob & Susan, Bill & Hillary, Jim,
Keb Mo, Taj, Leslie, Watt & Willa, Kathleen, Pat at
Ambling Bear., Bill & the folks atTY Press, Ron,
Steve, Bud & Sig & Racheal, Eric & Mimi,
McCusker, Wickland, Ewing, da’ Boys, Joe,
Ganor, Ron, Anonymous, Kim, Geraldine, Pat &
Pat, Jaun, Beca, Joe & Joe, Pat and Mike, Sally, the
other one, Mary, James, Rippy, Taylor, Sheri, Bill,
Steve, Kelly, Eveline, Mac, Ward, Ed & Ed, &
everyone who pick us up and read what we had to
say/and looked at how we were saying it, and
smiled. Thanks.
To all of those we have not included in this silly
list, we will, maybe someday, be able to express our
gratitude, or maybe not, we’ II do our best.
W W W
I’- U P P E R L E F T E P C L j
SWINGS BENCHES ETC.
E d ito r/P u b lish e r/J a n ito r: The
Beloved Reverend Billy Lloyd Hults
P a s te /P ro d u c tio n /P ro o f Reader:
Mvrna Uhlig
Bass Player: Bill Uhlig
Graphics Editor: The Humble Ms.
Sally Louise Lackaff
Copy E ditor/Scienee Editor/Voice
o f R eason/Indian C ountry/Lncle
Mike/etc.: Michael Burgess
W ildlife Inform ant/M usic Reporter
at Large: Peter "Spud” Siegel
E ducation Editor: Peter Lindsey
Im p ro v isa tio n a l E ngineer: Dr.
Karkeys
Wine Expert: Jim Anderson
Political Consultant Kathleen
Krushas
Environmental News: Kim Bossé
Mr. Baseball. Jeff Larson
Local Colour; Ron Logan
June's Garden: June Krolt
Ad Sales: Katherine Mace
Major Distribution Ambling Bear
Distribution
A ssistant W hite Space
C o o rd in a to r: Karen Brown
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UffiR LtfT EDCt M
Billy Hults fiad flickered across the landscape
of my past several times. He knew Turtle
Vandemarr and fiad done hard time at the Goose
Hollow Inn. I watclred his washboard magic
tenderize a crowd at the Melody Ballroom as
prelude to a splendid Doc Watson concert.
Tien he showed up here by The Rock.
He began gendy shoe-homing me out of my
customary stool at Bill's, tie first ore at the bar
as you enter the door. Tie second stool was
almost as suitable, so I burnished it instead He
liarangued and I battered back on a flood of
subjects and tomfoolery. I like tender surliness.
Otte everting my friend "Mac" MacTanialian
popped into Bill’s. He establisled tie Portland
Brewing Company some years ago and visits
Bill's Tavern periodically to take a core sample
of its nightlife. He bought some of us a pitcher
of liis product, and I introduced him to Billy
"Billy, let me buy you a pint of my ale,” he
offered.
"That's nice," said Billy, "but I only drink
Budweiser. The quality rever changes. Iam
plaruiing a little project, though, and I could use
some backing."
Bdly, I was to discover, goes rigid for tlie
jugular, no messing about or sliilly-slially.
In the next quarter hour Billy spilled out his
notion-a little dreamy I figured-for publishing
a paper, sooner not later. Oh, yeah, I told
myself, when pigs fly!
Slranre to us of little faith Scarcely a month
later, Billy strode into Bill's with a bundle of
newsprint, the first issue of The Upper Left
Edge. As I look back on that afternoon, I recall
Billy Hults seated there looking craggy and
canny, an odd blend of Samuel Clemens and
George Armstrong Custer before Little Bighorn,
and I realized he liad tire equipment to make it
work
On tliat first broadsheet, Billy printed
business cards, gratis, as advertising, recruited a
crew of writers and volunteers, and sent copies
out on the streets. In succeeding years, the
publication gained a fierce momentum, wride
circulation, and the superb talents of folks like
Ms. Sally Lackaff and Michael Burgess. The
Upper Left Edge spoke with a singular voice,
and I am certain the echoes will reverberate
across our coastal landscape for many years. I
am proud to liave played some small part in its
presentation.
This winter has witnessed many passages,
ends and beginnings. The Upper Left Edge will
be sorely missed. Billy would counsel Iris
readers to persevere in the righteous battle.
"Remember," lie would say, "If you’re not a
little bit upset at tire way the world’s going,
you're not ¡rayingattention!"
He would also want you to understand tliat
every end is a beginning. Good-bye, and thank
you gentle readers.
Bill Goulardt, Owner
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