Archive for November, 2007

Coastal Post assistant editor Jeanette Pontacq on Wednesday, Nov. 7, sent email messages to several dozen people announcing that the 31-year-old monthly publication will cease publication after its December issue.

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As an unpaid volunteer, Pontacq had done the day-to-day editing of the paper for the past year. The Coastal Post is owned by its founder, Don Deane of Bolinas, who also owns of Smiley’s Schooner Saloon in Bolinas. On Wednesday night, staff at the saloon said they were unaware The Coastal Post might cease publication, and on Tuesday, Nov. 13, Deane responded to Pontacq’s letter, saying: “Not so. Not so quick. Changes are coming because of financial and policy issues, but we are far from dead or dying.”

In her email message, Pontacq acknowledged “perceived” financial pressures on the paper played a role in the decision to close. However, she added, “mainly differences between Don and I on content and the unacceptable demand to use copyrighted materials were the decisive factors.” She did not elaborate.

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The Coastal Post has a total monthly circulation of almost 11,000 copies. Although it is delivered free through the mail in West Marin and is available at no charge on 83 newsracks countywide, a few people voluntarily pay for subscriptions. The paper has traditionally included a large amount of opinion pieces submitted by the public, as well as a stable of mostly unpaid writers. Many of the contributors have taken extreme positions, and a few have been known for their repeated condemnation of Israeli policies.

Here is editor Pontacq’s announcement:

Dear Friends,

As you may know, I have been contributing my time to re-inventing The Coastal Post for the last 12 months, acting both as the general editor and layout artist, as well as a writer. I did so because I believed in the need for a paper unafraid to print controversial opinions and take stands on issues, but respected enough to be read. I still believe that only when a paper is respected, rational and trusted in what is printed, can it hope to touch the hearts and minds of readers and solicit activism and change. With your help, we were able to print a number of important local stories on issues that would not have otherwise been seen in print.

However, I am sorry to tell you that Don Deane of Bolinas, long-time publisher of The Coastal Post, will be stopping publication after a reduced edition (in old format) in December 2007. There are a number of stated reasons for this, including perceived costs, but, mainly, differences between Don and I on content and the unacceptable demand to use copyrighted materials were the decisive factors.

I want to sincerely thank you for having participated over the last year in the attempt to offer both Marin and West Marin a forum for new ideas and opinions rarely seen in print these days.

Over the last year, the ‘new’ Coastal Post has become a publication of record, offering new voices on West Marin issues. It became required reading for those who direct our lives in unincorporated West Marin, after decades of mainly being discounted as an unedited ‘left wing rag.’ This was because of YOU! You offered advice and support, as well as the beginnings of advertising (without even an ad person to solicit ads!). You offered analysis and information on issues rarely discussed in depth in West Marin: health care possibilities, histories of who we are, different sides of various issues, serious/differing opinions and more. You spoke up and were printed as ‘counting.’

It is amazing and wonderful to have heard so many positive comments on how the paper was growing and changing. Yes, there were still things in the paper from the ‘old’ days that Don Deane insisted be kept, and I want to honor even those. Although I may not agree with some of these voices, I support their right to be heard and judged by readers for continued inclusion.

In closing, I again want to thank YOU for the support, kind words and participation. Let’s all remember that when one door closes, others open. It is up to all of us to watch for those new open doors and keep on speaking out!

Most of all, I thank Don Deane of Bolinas, who supported the paper for so many years, and financially supported the changes over the last year as well.

Best wishes to all those who speak out in a rational, dynamic and realistic way in order to solicit change.
Jeanette Marie Pontacq
Point Reyes Station

Point Reyes Station resident Keith Mathews was an Air Force officer stationed in Tokyo back in 1962 when an official from the Philippine embassy invited him to visit Manila.

Keith, who had been a logistics officer ever since injuries from a fighter-jet crash made it unsafe for him to pilot a plane, was scheduled to travel to the Philippines anyhow, so he readily accepted the invitation. Not only did he get to travel first class on a commercial airline instead of taking a military flight, the Philippine government put him up in a fancy hotel and provided him with a Jeep, a driver, and two bodyguards.

But even two bodyguards proved to be not enough. While crossing the hills of Luzon to meet a ferry that would take him to another island, Keith’s Jeep was stopped by 15 highwaymen on horseback brandishing single-shot rifles.

100_5731_1_1.jpgKeith told this story Saturday during a goodbye party that several of us threw for the “Mac Guru” of West Marin. The computer technician, who first moved to West Marin 25 years ago, will move to Valdosta, Georgia, next week.

The bandits took the Jeep and the guards’ rifles. One bodyguard’s rifle, however, was a locally valuable Winchester repeater, and a bandit — apparently out of sympathy — gave the owner a single-shot rifle in partial exchange.

Leaving one of their group with the horses, the other 14 piled into the Jeep and headed for town. Unfortunately, no one knew how to drive very well, and the Jeep ran off the road and into a gorge. Keith and his group discovered the wreck as they walked back to the nearest town. “There were bodies lying everywhere,” he recalled.

Keith said his group did not stop to help the injured bandits — “they had the guns” — but continued walking and when they got to town reported what had happened. The Philippine army was then dispatched to the scene.

The Philippine government later called the highwaymen “Communist terrorists,” Keith told us, but it wasn’t true. They were just field workers with primitive guns stealing a car, he said, and “probably never heard of Karl Marx.”

Listening to Keith’s story Saturday were a fascinated group of Macintosh-computer users. Because a disproportionate number of West Marin residents use Macs, most of Keith’s friends have hired him at one time or another to work on their computers. As a result, the 35 folks who showed up for the party had not only their friendship with Keith in common but also their preference in computer manufacturers.

Keith’s story of surviving a carjacking in the Philippines reminded me of how much he has survived in his 73 years — and not merely the holdup in Luzon or a fighter-jet crash in Nevada.

100_5747_1_5.jpgKeith was born on Dec. 27, 1934, in Santa Barbara. “My parents separated when I was three years old,” he told me last week. “It was the Depression; times were hard. The county took over the kids. I went through one orphanage and three foster homes before I settled on one. I kept all my stuff in a cardboard box under my bed when I was a kid so I could pick up and go anytime.

“The last home lasted from when I was 10 to when I was 17. That one worked out real well for me.” His foster parents’ lived on a farm that “backed up to Los Padres National Forest…

“During the Second World War, we had to support ourselves because everything was rationed.” Farm families in the area traded butter, produce, meat, and poultry with each other, Keith said. “Looking back on it we did real good during the war.

“I went in the Air Force in February 1954 because I heard that the draft board was coming for me.” Had he been drafted, Keith would have ended up in the Army, but “I’d been on a farm, and I didn’t want to be slogging through mud.

“In 1954 when I joined, the Korean war was ongoing, but it had slowed down. We still don’t have a truce there, by the way. When I enlisted, they kept giving me a bunch of tests, and I finally got accepted into pilot training. Three months after I joined, I soloed my first airplane, a Piper two-seater.” During pilot training, Keith said, “I flew 40 different airplanes. I checked out [as an approved pilot] in every airplane I flew.”

In 1955, Keith married, and with his wife Patsy soon had a son and daughter. In the summer of 1958, the family was living in Bangor, Maine, where Keith was stationed when he was sent to Nellis Air Force Base on the outskirts of Las Vegas for a three-week training course. Keith was then 23.

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f-100c_41951_2.jpgPart of Keith’s training was in an F-100C, “the first production plane that would do supersonic in level flight.” The single-engine fighter jet (seen at right) carried four 50-caliber machine guns. On July 13, “I was up in the air for an hour,” he recalled. “It was a gunnery run, and when you run out of bullets, you come back for more.” Doing just that, Keith was landing on a runway at Nellis when everything went to hell.

“I touched down and rode probably 100 yards when [the right landing gear] broke off. I was still doing 200 mph, and I started cartwheeling to the right, wing tip to wing tip. It was a very exciting ride.”

The plane cartwheeled onto a grassy median strip between runways, said Keith, “and it’s a good thing. If I was doing that on the concrete, there’d be nothing but sparks. That was my biggest fear when it started. I thought, ‘Oh, shit! I’m burned up!’”

As the jet cartwheeled down the median, “my head’s banging on the canopy on both sides,” Keith remembered. “I’m wearing a helmet that weighs six to eight pounds….

“I had no control over anything. When the airplane finally stopped, the firetrucks were right there. I blew the canopy off and started to run. I got about 50 feet and collapsed.”

Keith recalled, “I felt a lot of pain. Half my body was paralyzed.” His neck was broken, and there was bleeding into his spinal column. Keith spent the next five months in a hospital at Parks Air Force Base where the patient in the next room was World War II hero “Jimmy Doolittle of Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo fame.” Doolittle, who had “something wrong with his knee,” proved to be a friendly neighbor, Keith said. Doctors initially warned Keith he might have only five years to live. Keith’s injuries had caused him to have a stroke, and “they figured I’d have later strokes.” Both predictions proved wrong although Keith was left with mild tremors.

100_5740_2.jpgKeith (seen here at center with a few of the guests at his party) stayed in the Air Force after he was well enough to return to duty but was taken off the flying staff. “They said it would be dangerous for my life,” he noted.

Instead he was made a logistics officer and sent to Greenland for a year. This was followed by a short stint at Castle Air Force Base in Merced and then Tokyo, where he was living when he took the trip to the Philippines.

As the logistics staff officer for the 5th Air Command (the regional air command for the Far East), Keith was sent to Vietnam four times as the war there intensified. At other times, he was dispatched to Korea, Okinawa, Guam, Taiwan, and Thailand, as well as the Philippines. A logistics officer makes sure military supplies are where they should be, and the record keeping required ultimately made Keith computer savvy.
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After leaving the Air Force in 1968, Keith worked as a bartender in Monterey and somehow managed to convince the National Institute of Mental Health to contract with him to teach drug-abuse treatment at Hayward State, a subject he then had to quickly master.

That position led to his writing a drug-abuse-treatment plan for Stanislaus County and then four years as executive director of Walden House treatment program in San Francisco. For the next 11 years, he consulted with all of California’s alcohol- and drug-abuse programs through a State Mental Health Department project.

Keith arrived in West Marin soon after the storm and flood of 1982, left in 1998 for two years, and has been back here ever since fixing people’s Macintosh problems. How did he come to advertise as the Mac Guru? “Somebody called me that about 1998,” Keith replied. “I thought, ‘I’ll stick it in the paper and see if it draws any flies.’ It worked.”

But now, Keith said, “it’s time to retire…. I’ll still do the same thing, but I won’t work as hard.” The computer guru told me his customer base totals 401 Mac users, noting that a few out-of-state customers, such as former West Marin resident John Grissim in Sequim, Washington, consult with him by phone and email. Keith added that he now plans to do more long-distance consulting.

Why is he leaving? Keith, who has children in Georgia, said a series of health problems last winter made him think, “I ought to find someplace cheaper to live with family around if something happens. I can’t afford to get sick in West Marin.”

But as a sign at his goodbye party said, “We’ll miss you, Keith.”