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“The c ly way to win is
to not lay the game.”
-War Games (The Movie)
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For our readers who are not familiar with the
Oregon Country Fair; a little history: In 1971 a
group of, well, hippies produced an event called the
Renaissance Faire, on the banks of the Long Tom
river west of Eugene. There were craft and food
booths, music, art, and people dressed in strange
clothing, or nothing at all. It was a sort of gathering
of the tribe. The tribe, being counter culture, also
did a bit of business in various substances that were
considered illegal by the main stream. Beautiful
young women, often scantily clad, strolled around
with baskets over their arms, and would inquire if
you wanted some ‘special’ brownies, meaning
marijuana brownies. We recall one year a young
man walking about with a burlap sack over his
shoulder, his inquiry was, “buttons?” meaning he
had peyote. “Acid” and “Buds” were often offered
by strolling merchants.
Well, as time went by and the folks got older, they
began to moderate their lifestyles; the use of illegal
drugs became more discreet, and a lot of folks would
just bring a cooler of beer. Eventually the hippies
formed a corporation and began the process of
buying the 285 acres that the fair now covers. The
final payment was made in 1989; you can still see the
canceled check at the History Booth. Over the years
they made improvements to the land and adopted
strict environmental policies. The began an
archeological dig, because part of the fair site had
once been the location of a native village. They also
began several programs to reach out to the
community, and now give thousands of dollars
annually to support community projects. The fair
has become a major percentage of the yearly income
of hundreds of artist and crafts people, who must be
juried in, and often wait years for a spot. The music
and entertainment are unmatched in quality or
quantity by anything we have ever seen. The fair
becomes a village each year for a couple of weeks.
With it’s own water department, fire department,
garbage and recycling service, parks department,
communications system, museum, transportation and
parking services, several fine theaters, galleries, and
restaurants, a world-class sauna and open air shower
facility with a grand piano by the open fire, a
hospital, sanitary system, and security, or a police
force if you prefer that term.
This year the security people were faced with a
situation they had never be faced with before, and
that’s saying something. Over the years we have
watched as security folks, who tend to look just like
everyone else except for their T-shirts, but once you
have watched them calm down and eject a group of
twenty bikers, with smiles on their faces, you begin
to look at them differently. Last year they were faced
with a situation where some idiots camping on land
that borders the fair were luring young folks into
tents and dosing them with some sort of date-rape
drug. These folks were found and arrested with the
help of security, but not before a great deal of havoc
was caused. We personally witnessed a security
operation one night. Walking back to camp we
noticed a quickened movement of several forms as
they passed us, and spoke quietly but intently in their
walky talkies. In front of us they had turn around
and were keeping ahead of a group of other security
folks who were surrounding an obviously confused
and naked young man who was trying to attack
anyone who got near him. Every time he attacked,
the group shifted and his efforts were for naught,
and he was still contained in their circle. Most
security folks are adept at some form of self defense
or martial art, Tia Kuan Do, & Tia Chi are the most
favored because of the protection they give to the
opponent, and they are all trained in conflict
resolution, and some of them are, simply put, holy
people. They steered the man into an open area by
the main entrance, and then, almost magically, the
circle callapsed, and they very gently placed him on
the ground, and held him very still. They made sure
his face wasn’t in the dirt, and spoke quietly to him,
asking him if they were holding him too tight. They
reformed their circle, and seemed to direct the
curious attention away from situation. Though your
beloved rev. was watching intently from a distance,
and had no intention of interfering with their work,
one woman came over and smiled. “Hi,” she said,
waiting for a reaction of some kind. “What’s his
problem?” we asked. “We aren’t sure, paranoid
behavior, aggressive, violent, irrational...” She
sounded like a mental health professional, as she
may well have been. She seemed to decide I was not
a threat to her team and rejoined the circle. 1 could
now see others of the team direct their attention
outward when someone crossed the invisible barrier
they had established. Meanwhile the half dozen
folks who were holding the young man on the
ground explained the options that were available to
him. He could control his behavior, put on some
clothes, and talk to someone about his problem, or
he could face arrest and a long ride to Eugene, naked
in the back of the Sheriff’s car. They recommended
the former, but he was beyond that point. While this
whole deal was going down, we watched some of
the faces of the security folks They were filled with
concern, determination, and something like empathy,
as though this stranger was a family member who
had a problem. He himself wasn’t the problem. No
one was on a adrenaline high; they were calm, gentle
and often smiled. We watched as they gently and
carefully picked him up, maintaining complete
control, and walked away to deliver him to the
Sheriff. We wonder about his ride to Eugene. Was
the Sheriff going to have the patience we had seen?
As the team started to wander back to whatever they
had been doing before, we heard one say, “Well, I’m
off for the night, want a beer?” “No,” was the reply,
”1 want a big fat joint and a shower.”
So this year, these folks were informed that they
were responsible for enforcing the “War on Drugs.”
It seems that the District Attorney for Lane County, a
Mr. Doug Harcleroad, threatened to seize the land if
any drug activity was detected at the Fair this year.
Our well-read friends remember him as the guy
that recorded the confession of a prisoner to a priest,
and wanted it admitted as evidence in a court of law.
He obviously has his own ideas of what is right.
The constitution on the other hand has a different
idea. To our readers in Eugene, we encourage you
to work to bring a solution to the problem. Recalling
Mr. Harcleroad seems to be the fast way.. The
gentleman seems to have an attitude. Mr. H thinks
the Country Fair is a "nuisance" and that gives the
state the right to confiscate the property. The word
nuisance comes from the Latin, "nocere; harm, hurt."
There were an estimated 1,500 “undercover”
officers at the fair this year. The “undercover’ folks
usually consisted of two guys with baseball caps,
hippie T-shirts, sun glasses, Levi’s, tennis shoes,
and a small backpack, that wc assume carried their
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BASEBALL
As we enter the dog days of August our
beloved Cubs are settled into the root cellar
of the Central Division on the National
League. It is cool and comfortable there,
familiar and safe from the coming storms of
the Playoffs and the Series. It has been a
typical summer of Cubs baseball, pitching
that was second best, fielding that was
brilliant and boneheaded from one play to
the next. Runners and batters combining to
get folks to third where they would die. The
whole team playing beautiful baseball for
seven innings, then falling apart. Extra
inning games lost by one run. Typical. Why,
you might ask, do Cubs fans put up with it?
Could it be they love the game more than the
winning?
You c a n ’t say th a t civilization d o n ’t advance,
fo r in every w ar they kill you in a new way.
-W ill R ogers
AU
“Old Steel - Recent Sculptures"
by Pat Rock (yeah!)
plus a juried show
Aug 9th - Sept. 2nd
at the Cannon Beach Gallery
1064 S Hemlock
Cannon Beach, Oregon
imurTtNX AUGUST ????
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