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Impact of Lost Year on Sports Can’t Be Ignored

We’ve all lost something in this pandemic: family and friends, jobs, the lockdown of restaurants, stores, churches, and other meeting places, no proms or graduations, the list goes on and on.

At a time when we most need a diversion from all the misery and discomfort — and our brains are fried from binge-watching Netflix — we realize how big a role sports plays in our collective consciousness.  

The closure of public and private schools, and the consequent loss of organized sports, has affected nearly everyone in one way or another. San Pedro High sporting events have been a regular part of many families’ schedules for more than a century. Athletics are every bit as important for those who are part of the Mary Star-Fermin Lasuen tradition. Harbor College has been a large part of the local sports scene for more than 70 years. The YMCA swim program, AYSO and Little League and all the other youth sports keep kids and parents busy year-round.

Until this year.

And sadly, there is no escape to be found in college or pro sports. As a mostly blue-collar town, San Pedro’s college loyalties are pretty much divided along the USC-UCLA fault line (with some Notre Dame holdouts), but the pandemic has pretty much wiped out this year. San Pedro’s affinity for pro sports goes back a long way — generations of Angelenos grew up listening to Vin Scully and Chick Hearn. For San Pedro, however, it became personal in the `60s when Trani’s Majestic became a stomping ground for L.A. Rams players and in the `70s when Dodgers Manager Tommy Lasorda would hold court there over a plate of linguine and clams. In the `80s, the Raiders gained an entirely new fan base by moving to Los Angeles. The San Pedro Sportswalk tapped into that enthusiasm, honoring athletic heroes of all stripes with plaques lining downtown sidewalks.

One wonders, however, how well the NBA, MLB, and NFL will weather the pandemic, with reduced schedules, the inability of fans to attend games, and the fact that in the eyes of many, the pro game has been poisoned by politicization.

Most keenly felt by all, however, is the shutdown of schools. You can Zoom education, but not high school sports.

Lefty Olguin, the founder of the San Pedro High Athletic Hall of Fame, has a unique perspective on 2020. He compares it to the WWII years when thousands of high school kids across the country quit school to enlist. High school athletics continued, but, minus most of the seniors, not on the same level. College sports were equally affected.  

The difference, of course, is that when the war ended, many of the young servicemen were allowed to return to high school and finish their academic and athletic careers.

Olguin, a former community college athletic director, believes the biggest beneficiaries of the pandemic will be what used to be called junior colleges. With college athletes being given an extra year of eligibility, many high school athletes, even those highly recruited, will opt for community college because they’ll have improved chances of playing. He also sees that influx of quality athletes leveling the JC playing field, where the financial haves (El Camino) have dominated the financial have-nots (Harbor College).

Olguin also has a solution for the loss of athletes’ senior years, when so many get to showcase their skills for college scouts. Olguin would like to see high school graduates get to participate in something akin to the NFL’s pro day for those planning to enter the draft. Tim Ursich concurs with his old teammate concerning community colleges but sees a potential problem. Ursich, who started the spring as Mary Star baseball coach alongside Bobby Ramirez, said that without opportunities at D1 and D2 schools, “That rush of players would now impact the JC baseball programs (and other sports), and my guess is that they will become saturated so that the players that would otherwise be quality players at a JC would likely be cut and their careers come to an end.”

On the other hand, Ursich notes, with the reduction of the Major League draft from 40 rounds to five, “Those undrafted players have to go somewhere, and JCs are the logical endpoint.”

Both San Pedro High and Mary Star had championship aspirations in baseball this past spring, making the loss of the seasons even more painful. Olguin stressed, however, that the important thing for athletes and parents alike to keep in mind is that staying healthy takes precedence over everything else, including athletic careers.

“The community is in a depression for many reasons,” Ursich said, “but for the moment let’s stick with the pandemic. Sports have always driven the social schedule, especially here in San Pedro. Take it away for whatever reason, and you cut the heart out of the community.

“My fear is that removing sports will do more than depress the community. I fear kids, without the team concept, self- and team-discipline, could venture off into negative environments, lose focus and community interaction, lose drive and motivation, and become statistics.

“But I believe this community, more than any I have ever seen, is resilient and will recover. At what cost…that remains to be seen. This is a new experience for all of us, and there is no precedent to establish right or wrong in decision making. We need to hold together as a community, fight for our kids and pray as often as possible for guidance, which, by the way, is what San Pedrans have always done.”  spt

How to Handle This School Year

As the new school year starts, many parents are bracing themselves for the uncharted territory of long-term remote learning while working from home. 

Spring shutdown was a whirlwind of chaos as we scrambled to wrap up the academic year. No one had any idea how to handle a complete standstill and panic; we all scrambled to figure out Zoom class passwords and technical glitches of emails not sent, documents not uploaded, and assignments lost. We’ve been holding conference calls with our kids screaming bloody murder in the background. We kept our fingers crossed and told each other it was temporary, that this year was a wash and next year we would catch up, yet here we are.

Children will not walk through campus, make new friends, and chitchat in hallways. No P.E. classes or science experiments gone wrong, no cutting of the frogs. I know many parents are feeling a mixture of sadness and anxiety. Our children are missing out on important formative experiences. How will it affect them? How will we cope? 

The lucky few who have a surplus of resources may find this to be an enriching experience, but those who do not enjoy such advantages are facing serious logistical challenges. Children that are in middle/high schools have a better capacity to self-organize and manage their academic workload, as well as a better grasp of negative consequences. However, elementary school-age children need significant handholding. 

Each age group will come with its own unique set of positives and negatives. Teenagers are capable of navigating digital platforms and accessing the workload without supervision. However, the part of the human brain that is responsible for calculating risk is not fully developed until they hit 18 years of age, hence younger people are more likely to take unnecessary risks, mismanage their time, and prioritize impulse over preplanned activities. Not to mention teens are in developmental protest with authority and are therefore harder to manage. On the other hand, teenagers have stronger social bonds outside of their families that may allow them to organically form support systems without significant parental involvement. 

Younger children are more committed to pleasing their parents; therefore, consequences and rules are more effective. Younger children will have more time to catch up academically, not to mention their workload is easier to comprehend and manage for a parent. 

Here are some basic suggestions for parents seeking some guidance on how to handle this coming school year:

1. Remember, this is still temporary.

2. Make a list of your support network. Even one hour a week can make a big difference in helping you track your child’s progress. 

3. Expect setbacks. Children are not capable of comprehending the big picture; therefore, they will at times get bored, frustrated, tired, and protest either overtly or covertly. This may mean getting distracted, not completing work, losing assignments, etc. 

4. If you have a partner, make a clear plan together. Try to split responsibilities so you don’t end up arguing over your methods and undoing each other’s work. This way, you each get a break from having to be the bad person. 

5. Outline your expectations and schedule to your children, as well as consequences for not adhering to the agreed rules. Follow through! 

6. Be flexible. You might have to adjust as you go and learn what works and what doesn’t. 

7. Reach out to your child’s school community to see if there are useful resources such as free tutoring, peer support groups, study groups online, etc. 

8. If you have an elementary school child and you have to work during school hours, try to give yourself a break. Explain to the teacher about your situation. Try to do your best at getting your child to at least attend online instruction. You can catch up in the evening and on the weekends. Everyone understands this is a trying time. 

9. Remember that school for children is an important social/playtime. Don’t make homeschooling all about academics; allow your children to play. Try to find a safe group of at least a couple of peers, so your child can have some social interactions weekly. 

10. Get out of the house. Kick a ball and breathe the fresh air even if it means postponing homework for an hour or so. 

11. Stay in the moment and take it one day at a time. We might have to adjust to new rules and regulations or find ourselves back in school, so try to manage your long-term anxiety by just focusing on the task at hand. spt

Quest for Bragging Rights

The trash-talking hasn’t stopped for twenty years.

For a small group of lifelong friends in San Pedro, every Labor Day weekend for the past 19 years has been spent together in heated competition. It’s their fantasy football league draft day, a day that holds almost as much importance to them as New Year’s, Christmas, and maybe even their own birthdays. That isn’t an exaggeration. 

If this was a typical year, a barbecue pool party would ensue. Their families would get together, plenty of food and beverages would be had, and the aptly named San Pedro Fantasy Football League’s 20th draft would take place. But with 2020 being the complete dumpster fire of a year that it’s been, there will be no pool party this year. Instead, this group, some members of which have known each other since grade school, will get together responsibly in their league commissioner’s backyard, with masks on and seats socially distanced apart, with no families or non-league friends allowed, and have their annual draft. This wasn’t exactly how they wanted to be celebrating their 20th anniversary, but here we are.

“The draft was and will always be the most fun part of the entire season,” says John Mattera, 47, a freelance photographer (San Pedro Today) and one of six remaining original members of the league. “This year, because of everything going on, we wanted to be responsible and asked everyone if they felt comfortable meeting this way, and we all agreed it would be okay.” Fortunately for this particularly rambunctious group, they can still trash talk with a mask on.

Formed in 2001 by Mike Trani and James Santos, the SPFFL started when most of its members were in their mid to late 20s. As the years rolled on, members came and went. The current league, made up of 12 teams, includes original members David Young, Matt Redlew, and Tony Galletti, along with Trani, Santos, and Mattera.  

“Our [draft day] parties were a lot of fun,” says Trani, 48, co-owner of Gold Star Catering. “Great friends, amazing food, smack talk, ‘champ juice,’ and I usually wake up the next morning not remembering a single draft pick.”

A lot can happen in 20 years. As the men grew up, the league’s dynamics changed. Girlfriends would eventually join in on the draft festivities (some would even play and win); some would turn into fiancés and then wives; kids would eventually be born. As their families grew, so did their draft day party, which had turned into a multi-family event over Labor Day weekend.

“Being a part of this fantasy league has been a great experience,” says Young, 44, a teacher and the head football coach at Peninsula High School. “We have had so many members come and go, along with some memorable years.”

While writing about a local fantasy football league might sound silly, the fantasy sports industry’s success is impressive. According to a 2016 report from the Fantasy Sports & Gaming Association, fantasy sports is a $7.22 billion industry with nearly 60 million fantasy sports players in the United States and Canada, with 80 percent playing football. The game has become so popular that there was even a sitcom on FX called The League (2009-2015) starring Mark Duplass and Nick Kroll that centered on a fictional fantasy football league.

In an interview last fall, Paul Charchian, president of the Fantasy Sports & Gaming Association, told Sports Business Journal, “I challenge anybody to come up with a single element in the history of football that has changed and progressed the game more than fantasy football has. It has been a seismic shift in how the game is consumed and the level of interest.”

For those unfamiliar with the game, here’s a quick primer: Every year before the NFL season starts, millions of people spend endless hours researching the statistics of NFL players in order to “draft” them onto their fantasy teams that they “own.” There’s usually a buy-in to own a team, which consists of a virtual roster of real NFL players. The SPFFL plays in a points-per-reception league, where players (in any position) earn one point for each reception or catch. Players also get points for yardage and touchdowns scored. During every NFL game, players are tracked, and points are tallied by their performance on the field. Basically, the team with the most points wins, usually a cash prize. There are other prizes for the Super Bowl and individual team/player performances. There’s a lot more to it, but you get the picture. 

“Cash rewards are okay, but nothing beats bragging rights among friends,” says Santos, 43, the league commissioner, a record five-time SPFFL champion, and an ILWU Local 13 longshoreman.

Each season brings with it its ups and downs. Players get injured, trades are made. Players they thought would perform don’t, while undrafted players can become heroes. For the 17 weeks of the regular NFL season, the members of the SPFFL ride a rollercoaster of emotions as they try and manage a winning fantasy team. 

“It’s insane,” says Tony Galletti, 45, a seafood salesman. “[Santos] forces the trash-talking with his incessant appreciation of his team and all of its ‘fortunate’ success.”

With the coronavirus pandemic still engulfing the country, questions remain to see whether the NFL can even pull off a 2020 season. The NBA and NHL have proven it’s possible by setting up quarantined environments (or “bubbles”) for players and staff and playing games in empty arenas. However, Major League Baseball, which did not set up a bubble and instead are playing their normal games in empty stadiums across the country, found itself having to reschedule a number of games due to COVID-19 outbreaks. Like MLB, the NFL also chose to proceed without a bubble system. With the 2020 NFL season set to start on September 10, only time will tell if the league’s preparations will work, because if there’s no NFL, there’s no fantasy football either, and the SPFFL’s 20th anniversary will have to wait another year.

“I believe that if they make it through week five or six, then they may be able to get through the full season,” says Trani. “Although, I do think that it’s going to be a big challenge for them to reach that point.” spt

Woodworking Wonder

Harold Greene holds a dubious honor in San Pedro Today history. 

The woodworking artist and musician is the only person to ever be bumped off the cover and out of an issue at the last minute because of a global pandemic.

True story. Greene, 67, a local custom furniture artisan who specializes in unique and functional designs, was slated to be the subject of the cover story for our April 2020 issue. The photos had been taken, interviews had been done, and we were in production about to enter our deadline week. Then COVID-19 arrived and, well… we all know what happened next.  

Greene’s story was replaced by cover-to-cover coronavirus coverage. His cover portrait replaced by a photo of empty grocery shelves. COVID-19 had officially taken over all our lives in one way or another, and Greene, like all of us, has been dealing with the effects of the pandemic ever since. 

Obviously, a lot has changed since I first interviewed Greene in his home woodworking shop in early March. With L.A. County’s current pandemic status unchanged, the time was right to contact him again to tell his story. I was especially curious to know how an artisan of his caliber has been handling quarantine life the last six months. So, Greene and I met outside Sirens Java & Tea in Downtown San Pedro in mid-August to catch up, both wearing sunglasses, hats, and of course, masks, each modeling the new normal as it were. 

“Over 90 percent of my work is [done] in [my] shop,” says Greene. “Not going to the market and kind of shrinking down my life a little bit, I found I had more time in the shop, which is good. I had a pretty good slate of work ahead of me.”

Greene working on a new chair in his home woodworking shop in March. (photo: John Mattera Photography)

To Greene’s surprise, his workload has actually increased during the pandemic, which he attributes to people having more time to work on their homes. Not only is Greene a custom furniture maker, producing furniture pieces out of distinctive woods that he finds from around the world, he’s also an expert craftsman when it comes to any type of woodwork.

“I felt like I was getting more calls; I was getting more work because people were at home and they needed things done,” he explains, noting that one client even asked him to make totem poles out of some cut logs. “So, my work really increased. I got a lot busier and new projects are coming in all the time. It’s fascinating and kind of baffling, but I feel very fortunate. I mean, my work is booked all the way into October, maybe a little beyond now.”

If you’re unfamiliar with his name, you’ve certainly seen his work if you’ve been down to our waterfront. Greene is responsible for designing and making all the teak furniture at the L.A. Waterfront’s Downtown Harbor and Town Square, located on Harbor Boulevard (but currently closed for construction), and the Ghost Fish plaza at the Southern Pacific Slip, near Utro’s Café. San Pedrans of a certain age may also remember Greene as a member of the popular local ‘70s music group, Titanic. He’s also quick to point out that many people just know him as Mrs. Seixas Greene’s husband from Crestwood Elementary. “Everybody will know that name,” he says smiling. 

EARLY INTERESTS
Greene has spent nearly his entire life in San Pedro. Born in Jacksonville, Florida, his family ended up moving west to Harbor City when Greene was three, eventually settling in San Pedro three years later. His father, a naval officer and writer, and his mother, a speech and language specialist for LAUSD, decided San Pedro would be the spot to raise their family.

“I began going to Bandini Street School, attending first grade,” remembers Greene. “I remember my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Golfer. I remember a woodworking session in that class. They cleared out all the desks and they set up horses, and we sawed pieces of wood. I remember that vividly.”

The tools of the trade. (photo: John Mattera Photography)

With his interest in woodworking piqued at an early age, it was at Dodson Middle School where he discovered other talents, including athletics. “It wasn’t just woodworking that it turned out I was good at. I also aced electronic shop, metal shop, and drafting,” he says. “I was [also] a good basketball player. I broke my leg the last week of junior high (ninth grade). I was 15, but a semester later (in 10th grade), I recovered.”

Tenth grade at San Pedro High School proved to be a seminal year for Greene. Fully recovered from his injury and knowing how good of a basketball player he was, he went out for the team and to the surprise of many, was cut. 

“My basketball skills and athleticism were back, so I went out for basketball and got cut, and I couldn’t believe it,” says Greene, a member of the SPHS Class of ‘71. “I was shocked and disappointed, and I never knew why [I got cut] until many years later, maybe seven, eight years ago. Someone told me the coach didn’t want to have too many Blacks on his team.”

RACE IN SAN PEDRO
In our first interview in March, Greene skirted around the topic of race in San Pedro. At the time, it was clear it wasn’t something he wanted to get into. But between March and August, in addition to the pandemic, the country has experienced a wave of racially charged protests led by the Black Lives Matter movement, stemming from the police murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis. With the topic of racial injustice at the forefront this summer, this time Greene felt compelled to talk about it. 

Growing up in San Pedro, Greene remembers his childhood as being filled with “friends of all different colors, white, Black, Japanese.”

“That’s the essence of San Pedro.” he says. “[It] was a great community in that way. People who I went to elementary and junior high and high school [with], I still know.” 

Greene says he never experienced any type of overt racism while growing up here, which he attributes to the town being a melting pot of different races and ethnicities. Instead, he remembers it as being more systemic and cites his experience at Dodson in the late 1960s as an example.

“Thinking back on my life and what happened, one thing is that [when] I went to Dodson, I was a smart kid and somehow, I was placed in remedial classes,” he remembers. “I was like, what am I doing here? It was mostly Black and Hispanic kids. So, in math class, at the 10-week mark, my teacher, Mr. Kelly, saw that I didn’t belong in this class, and he got me transferred to the upper-level class there. And it was just a whole different world. It was a mostly white class, and the students were pretty well-behaved. That was one example that I could see as kind of institutionalized racism. They just automatically shuffled the Black and Mexican kids to one side and the white kids to another.”

Nonetheless, not making the basketball team in the 10th grade proved to be the moment that would change Greene’s life. “I put my energy into music, and I was playing guitar,” he says.

FINDING HIS GROOVE
While Greene considers himself a furniture maker first, his passion for music preceded his passion for woodworking. Music has been a constant outlet for creativity in his life.

“I never understood when people tell me, ‘Oh, I haven’t picked up a guitar in 25 years.’ I never got that,” he says. “Because if I don’t pick up a guitar for two weeks, something’s wrong.”

Growing up as one of five kids, Greene’s parents insisted all their children study music. 

“We all studied music, classical piano, all of us, all five kids,” he says.

After the basketball team debacle, Greene channeled his energy into playing guitar. In the early ‘70s, he would end up playing lead guitar in the local rock band Titanic and fretless bass in the jazz/R&B band Magnum.

“We had Titanic, but there was Super Chicken, The Wingtips, Ambrosia,” recalls Greene. “All of these bands were playing and excelling, and we were part of that scene. It was great. High school was fantastic because I was in a popular band, and it was really fun.”

Greene has performed solo and in other groups throughout the years. A few years ago, he was performing as part of a duo called Switch Off at Sirens, playing cajón with Freddie Schreuders on guitar. When not woodworking, Greene says he’s constantly playing music. He’s hoping to perform at the coffeeshop and elsewhere after the pandemic passes. 

FOLLOWING HIS PASSION
You’d think a talent such as Greene would have some sort of formal training in his profession, but you’d be wrong. “I’m self-taught. I didn’t study at any school. My first formal training was seventh grade woodshop at Dodson,” he says, proudly. “There’s so much math and geometry. When kids say, ‘I’ll never use that in life.’ All of the geometry and all of the math, those are everyday things for me.”

Greene holds a one-tenth scale model of a current chair project. (photo: John Mattera Photography)

His older brother Jerry, who passed away in 1980, was a big influence in steering him towards his woodworking ambitions. “He was very good with his hands,” Greene says of his late brother. “He was also a musician and an artist and a brilliant mathematician. He was always building something. So, when I graduated high school, I had developed an interest in building furniture.”

While practicing his woodworking skills and playing music on the side, Greene took a detour and joined the L.A. City Fire Department for one year before realizing it was a mistake. He ended up quitting.

“People thought I was crazy,” laughs Greene. “But I felt like I didn’t want to give it a half effort. I realized that if I was going to be a firefighter, I couldn’t give [woodworking and music] the attention that [they] would need.”

Life would also come calling. During this time, he would also marry his wife Kathleen, a current teacher at Crestwood Elementary. The couple has been married for 37 years, and they have two sons, Harold, 37, and Marcus, 31. 

Greene remembers his first ever custom furniture client, a lieutenant in the LAPD named George Beck. 

“I think he may have seen a couple of my early things that I had made, and he asked me to make a dresser for him,” recalls Greene. “A chest of drawers. And I made it, and it came out really good, and he was really happy.”

Soon after, he opened an art gallery with his mother called The Greene Line located at 22nd and Pacific Ave. It was the first place he was able to display some of his furniture publicly. 

By the early 1980s, Greene was a full-time custom furniture builder. “I was getting orders for pieces,” says Greene. “Literally, people said, ‘Hey, I need a dining set, a table, and eight chairs.’ ‘Hey, I need a bed with nightstands.’ All of the interior furniture stuff. I wound up having a couple of clients where I did everything in their house. From the kitchens, bathrooms, windows, all the built-in stuff.” 

Greene with his Soliarc chaise lounge at the WestEdge Design Fair in 2018. (photo: haroldgreenefinefurnishings.com)

Trial, error, and experience have been Greene’s teachers as he has refined his woodworking skills through the years. His talents culminated with one of his signature creations, the Soliarc chaise lounge, which he showcased at the WestEdge Design Fair in Santa Monica in 2018.

The Soliarc is described as a “handcrafted chaise lounge that spans your world through astute design and form.” Greene only made a small batch of 100, that were sequentially signed and numbered. It’s made from Costa Rican plantation teak, described as “a durable material with a sustainable footprint.” 

The chair can be viewed and purchased at B. David Levine (bdavidlevine.com) in Los Angeles.

RETROSPECTIVE
In addition to his current workload, Greene has been planning a 40-year career retrospective that will be showcased in San Pedro at Gallery 478 in the fall of 2021. It’s a project that’s taken more than half his life to realize, and it’s an event Greene is extremely excited about.

“It will be a tremendous amount of preparation to put that show together,” he says. “It’ll be older pieces that I have in my possession, pieces that I borrow from clients, and part of the display will be drawings and one-tenth scale models.”

Looking back, even with four decades under his belt, Greene still feels the uphill struggle as a furniture designer making his way in the contemporary art world. 

“Getting recognition as a furniture maker in the art world is still not easy,” explains Greene. “I would always make things that were functional; things that are beautiful and that push some of the limits of design, but they could also be used. So many of my chairs and other furniture have designs that maybe you’ve never seen anywhere else, but the key has always been that they function. That’s been my thing. I don’t look at myself as an artist creating just purely visual things. To combine something that’s really beautiful with something that’s really functional, that’s a challenge.” spt

For info on Harold Greene’s work, visit haroldgreenefinefurnishings.com or antiquesofthefuture.net.

Meet Temple Beth El’s New Rabbi

“Make change your friend, and you will have a friend for life.” Duffy Nelson

We’ve had some transitions in the faith community of San Pedro, so I’ll take a few months to introduce you to some of our newer leaders. This month, let’s welcome Rabbi Cassi Kail.

Pastor Nathan Hoff: Rabbi Cassi Kail, welcome to San Pedro and the South Bay! I’m especially glad that you have come since we are immediate neighbors across from one another on 7th Street near Weymouth Corners. When did you arrive at Temple Beth El and can you give some initial impressions of San Pedro?

Rabbi Cassi Kail. (photo: Temple Beth El)

Rabbi Cassi Kail: Thank you so much, Pastor Hoff, for inviting me to be a part of this article. I moved from New York to California this past July [2019], and the transition has been wonderful.  San Pedro makes me feel at home because it is so wonderfully diverse. In some ways, it feels like a small town; everyone seems to know one another. In others, it is bursting with cultural venues and entertainment.

Pastor: Can you share some of the Temple Beth El’s story with the SPT readers?

Rabbi: Temple Beth El (TBE) is one of the oldest Reform temples in Los Angeles. It began in 1922 when a few Jewish families came together to pray. The San Pedro Jewish Sisterhood began a year later, providing opportunities for socializing, serving people who were needy, and even acquiring the Temple’s first Torah scroll. From its humble beginnings, TBE was filled [with] people committed to foster[ing] a meaningful relationship. From its first Temple building on Cabrillo to its current home on Seventh Street, TBE has always been proud of its San Pedro roots. Under the leadership of phenomenal clergy, such as Rabbi Lieb, Rabbi Briskin, Cantor Davidson, and remarkable lay leaders, TBE has worked to develop strong bonds with religious neighbors and a myriad of organizations doing holy work in the region.

Pastor: Tell us about yourself. Where are you from? Family? Your own call to serve as a rabbi?

Rabbi: I’ve known I wanted to [be] a rabbi since I was a teenager. I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, where I was blessed to fall in love with Torah, Jewish music, social justice, and — most importantly — the Jewish people. Now I’m fortunate enough to have a career that encompasses all of these passions. I’m grateful to be on this journey with my husband, Joshua, and our two wonderful children. 

Pastor: Give us a glimpse of a day in the life of a rabbi.

Rabbi: The blessing and challenge of being a rabbi is that every day is unique. I’m humbled to sit with people at moments of grief, illness and loss, and moments of new beginnings and great joy. I have the privilege of teaching Torah to people of all ages, leading a community in worship, and working with a phenomenal staff and lay leaders to create meaningful programs, opportunities [for] social justice work, and holiday celebrations. Most of all, I see my work as creating sacred connections.

Pastor: The Prophet Jeremiah wrote long ago, “Seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the Lord for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper.” (Jeremiah 29.7) When you think and dream about the peace and prosperity of San Pedro, what does that look like?

Rabbi: I believe that San Pedro’s greatest asset is its people. I have met some of the most generous, kind, intelligent people who truly care for our community. Given how polarized our world currently is, I dream about a San Pedro in which we don’t avoid talking about religion and politics, but rather we honestly and respectfully open ourselves up to one another’s truths. Given the huge homeless population, I pray that when we look into the eyes of a stranger, we see a sacred being deserving of dignity and respect. A prosperous San Pedro is one in which all residents have roofs over their heads and food in their stomachs. spt

More information about Temple Beth El can be found at bethelsp.org.

New SPHS Principal leads in Uncharted Times

Early on a Sunday morning, Steve Gebhart, San Pedro High School’s new principal, is working to prepare for the first virtual school year. He has only been at the school for a few weeks, but his communication with the Pirate stakeholders out of the gate is informative, timely, and upbeat, just as he is as I interview him by phone.

I first became acquainted with Gebhart when I served as a volunteer for five years on the School Site Council at Dana Middle School when he was principal there. It was during that time that I learned that he valued a trauma-informed approach in leadership and operation at the school. It created an environment of support and understanding where students and staff could thrive. I saw firsthand how he put students first, had an open-door policy for anybody, treated people with respect, and made sure school communications were prompt and accurate. As a parent of two San Pedro High School students, there couldn’t be a better time to have strong leadership and reliable communication as the school embarks on virtual learning and a major construction project on campus.

New principal of San Pedro High School, Steve Gebhart. (photo: John Mattera Photography)

Gebhart, a father of five and a San Pedro resident, taught at Gardenia High as a second career. He then became an English teacher at SPHS for eight years and later department chair and instructional coach serving on various committees. He was promoted to assistant principal at Los Angeles High School and most recently the principal at Dana Middle School for the last six years. 

Just a few days prior to our interview, Gebhart held his first SPHS Town Hall meeting via Zoom. He opened the meeting with over 500 attendees by talking about giving each other grace as we start the new school year. His message was a request for parents and students to give teachers a chance as they learn this new teaching platform and for the school to have grace for families as they learn to navigate school at home. 

When asked how families can be prepared for the new virtual year, Gebhart stated, “Regardless of the age of the student, structure is always important and one of the biggest challenges of this virtual format. We used to have clear lines of when we were at school or at home. Home and school life have become blended.” He adds, “Structure can be challenging depending on the home environment, and there is comfort in the routine for all of us. Routine has to be unique for each student. Never forget who your student is and what works for your home.”

The district has created the schedules for the schools to follow and an advisory class has been added as a way for students to check in with a teacher for any questions or concerns.

“For a lot of students, it has been five months since they have been to campus, and their biggest challenge during that time has not been school. For some, they have been stuck in a place where the school was once an escape or whatever it happens to be,” states Gebhart. “SPHS is working to create practices and processes that ensure that kids don’t disengage or are forgotten. The school is also providing social-emotional learning resources for teachers, so they can guide students who need additional services,” he adds.

For the last few years, Mr. Gebhart has stood in front of Dana Middle School every day as the students were leaving for the day. He was always there looking out for the students and knew most students and parents by name. As school starts remotely, Mr. Gebhart will be at San Pedro High School looking out for all the students like he did at Dana, but this time it will be more virtually until school opens up again. More than ever, San Pedro needs leaders like Mr. Gebhart who we count on to always be there for our students, the stakeholders, and the staff. Our local high schools are the cornerstone of the community and create future leaders that can change the world. spt

Apocalypse Now or Cabin Fever?

The psychological impact of radical shift in environment and circumstance of any sort entails a process. When we lose a loved one, we go through stages of grief — that is, denial, guilt, bargaining, anger, depression, reconstruction, acceptance, and hope. When we immigrate into a new culture, we go through the honeymoon, then comes the culture shock, then recovery, and eventually an adjustment, acculturation, and integration. In a divorce, again, are the stages of grief, euphoria, depression and rebirth.

In short, any time we find ourselves in the midst of a significant change, even a welcome, positive change, we as human beings require a process that allows our feelings to catch up with the realities of our situation. This is because our brains have two processing hard drives, fast and slow. The feeling brain is our fast processing hard drive and is responsible for our primary basic emotions, whereas a thinking brain is the slow hard drive in charge of our rational processes and more complex emotions. In other words, we first have an immediate visceral reaction to an event, such as fear, excitement, anger or disgust. Only after the initial feeling are we able to then rationally interpret the event. It is during this secondary process that we are able to develop a more complex understanding of our experience, creating an integrated rational — as well as an emotional — self-story, which contributes to our sense of identity and growth as individuals. 

If, however, we are not able to complete the necessary process, utilizing both primary and secondary functions, we become stuck in a negative feedback loop, unable to grow from our difficult experiences. We have all been a friend to an individual, unable to move on from their anger toward their ex, even after many years of divorce, for example. Or a coworker that can’t let go of old grudges or a bereaved family member that refuses to embrace life. It follows then, that when a society is collectively experiencing a radical change such as a global pandemic or the Great Depression or a war or a revolution, these stages become apparent not only on an individual level, but also on a greater global scale, in the greater whole. 

For the first time in many decades, the western world is facing a radical change in its environment and circumstance. With the acceleration of information technology, our society’s reaction to such change becomes more immediate and universal. The information we share with each other carries the primary emotion embedded in it; hence, we are not only sharing information, we are also sharing emotion, and in that sharing, we are unanimously vibrating with identical limbic responses. 

A human brain has cells known as the mirror neurons; mirror neurons are there to be activated when resonating with another’s emotional state. In other words, if one is listening to a sad story where the storyteller appears to be sad, the listener’s mirror neurons become activated, making him/her mimic the neural activity of the storyteller. With high speed internet accessible to the majority of the modern world population, we are now able to export our emotional states universally with a speed of a neural synapse.

There is something beautiful and terrifying about this at the same time. How do we work through these radical changes as a collective? How do we move from fear and anger to reconstruction and integration? How do we, as a global community, grow rather than become stuck in our stages of grief? Currently, our social medial platforms are flooded with primary stages of processing these radical shifts. Conspiracy theories about vaccines to control the population and evil groups plotting the second coming are the examples of our limbic reaction to the global shutdown. Feelings of being out of control bring about fear, an underlying anxiety of apocalypse in the midst of the cabin fever. Fear naturally lends itself to anger, and anger can lead to a cathartic outcry. Collapse of the old monuments, revolutions, cries for reforms, riots and streets on fire are all a result of prolonged forced self-reflection, an inability to distract ourselves from parts of us that no longer work, like a grieving mother screaming in the solitude of her car or a betrayed lover burning cherished love letters.

The function of the primary process is to bring about a catharsis, a breaking point, but what then? Then must come reconstruction, repair, acceptance, hope and rebirth. How will we come out of our isolation and come together? spt

Cabrillo Beach, a Deep Dive into Cold Water

My goal before the quarantine was to see the ocean daily, usually Cabrillo Beach. I would either take my kayak out or walk by the beach. If I was too busy, I would drive by on the way home. The whole point of living by the ocean, in my opinion, is to enjoy it. Now I am exploring the local coast more intimately and discovering each day brings something new to learn or explore.  Some days, if I have the time, I may see the ocean three times a day now. It is helping me to stay positive and get out of my house when I get buried by work.

I like to swim at Cabrillo Beach especially when the water warms up between August and October, typically. Recently the water at outer Cabrillo Beach dropped from a chilly 62 degrees to 52 degrees in one day. There is a thermometer attached underneath a buoy at the outer beach. Swimming to the buoy is a tradition at Cabrillo Beach all year long, not just during the annual Polar Bear Plunge on New Year’s Day. One of the local polar bears, a group of people who swim daily at Cabrillo Beach, mostly without wetsuits, had checked the thermometer and confirmed the temperature. 

Two hours after the polar bear read the temperature, the lifeguard posted the temperature at 55 degrees. It is not uncommon for the water temperature to fluctuate during the day depending on currents and other factors. The water temperature is something people are known to debate, as with anything in San Pedro.

I was at Redondo Beach the next day, and the water was almost 70 degrees. The lifeguard at Redondo explained that the beaches in the Santa Monica Bay (Torrance Beach to Santa Monica and all the beaches in between) can experience water temperature 10-15 degrees warmer than Cabrillo Beach at times. 

According to Jim DePompei, Programs Director of Cabrillo Marine Aquarium, “The south-facing Cabrillo Beach gets an eddy, which is swirling water currents that can travel long distances before dispatching. The cold-water currents come down from the north where [they mix] with warmer water from the south,” he states. “When the eddy goes beyond Palos Verdes, it spins and curls and cuts into Cabrillo. Our water temperature is always a little cooler than South Bay or Orange County,” adds DePompei. 

According to DePompei, the two different water currents bring species of fish and marine life from both the cold and warm water climates. Cabrillo is unique because there are multiple habitats within walking distance of each other, including a saltwater marsh, tide pools, and mudflats. There are also two different beaches, including a protective inner beach with low wave activity, eelgrass, and a view of the harbor. The outer beach is an open ocean with a view of Catalina Island. There are different animals, birds, algae, and habitats at each of the locations. The tidepools are the beginning of the rocky shore from San Pedro to Rat Beach, which is mostly rocky. 

Cabrillo has many varieties of birds, sand dollar beds, fossils in the rocks, and grunions who lay their eggs in the sand. It is truly a special place that relies on the city and the community to keep it clean. Tidepool etiquette promotes leaving sea life, rocks, and shells alone so others can enjoy them as well. More than ever, we need local leaders who are focused on marine conservation and a community that advocates for the protection of the sea. Ultimately, the birds, dolphins, and marine life will benefit from our efforts. spt

Outdoor Dining Comes to Downtown San Pedro

Outdoor dining in the historic core of Downtown San Pedro is something that our town has wanted for many years. Councilman Joe Buscaino has been a driving force of the concept and has worked closely with the Property Owners’ Alliance to develop a program. Though his efforts, the commitment of the Alliance and ironically, the COVID-19 crisis, outdoor dining is here to stay. For the past several months, the Alliance has been working with the City and local businesses to develop several parklets in Downtown San Pedro on 5th, 6th and 7th streets.  

First, two questions: What is the “Alliance?” And what is a “parklet?”  

First answer: The San Pedro Property Owners’ Alliance is also known as a Business Improvement District, a creature of state law formed to provide services to benefit its members. The Alliance members are the downtown property owners, and they collect money from themselves — not city funds — and spend them on essential services to supplement city services, things like safety and security, tourism, and marketing of Downtown San Pedro. The development and promotion of outdoor dining, for example, is one such service that would benefit all members of the Alliance by improving the vitality of Downtown San Pedro.  

Second answer: a parklet is a parking space in a commercial zone that is sectioned off with a safe barrier and built out with a level deck and decorative walls to be used as a sitting and dining area. It is repurposed public space. The idea of parklets is not new. Communities all around us have developed some version of them in the shopping, dining and commercial zones of their cities.  

Before we ever heard of COVID-19, the Alliance was working closely with Councilman Buscaino and the City of Los Angeles to develop an outdoor dining program of parklets in Downtown San Pedro. The plans and permits were well in progress and nearly in final stages before COVID-19. 

Then, the pandemic hit. First and foremost, we are in the midst of a health crisis. But our response to the health crisis — our efforts to control further outbreak and spread — creates an unprecedented economic crisis. At the center of the economic crisis are small, family-owned businesses, restaurants and shops that are tenants of locally-owned properties, all of whom employ our neighbors and friends and keep our economy going. 

In this COVID-19 economic environment, parts of the original outdoor dining program that the City had planned were not feasible, at least not in the short run. Earlier in the year, with the economy running strong and businesses open for normal operations, it made sense to invest in parklets of a certain design and cost. Once the economy shut down, it became a much more difficult proposition to invest in the proposed designs and construction.  

Initially, all retail and dining were closed. As the economy reopened, we applied strict rules on the numbers and spacing of customers. Those spacing requirements had a significant impact on smaller, local businesses, especially dining establishments. 

That was when Mayor Garcetti introduced an emergency plan called LA Al Fresco. The plan allowed for restaurants to reopen with seating on the sidewalks in front of the business (and maintain access for pedestrians). LA Al Fresco also said that local business associations and community groups could apply for temporary use of the street parking to create parklets for outdoor dining during the remainder of the summer.

The Alliance, in partnership with the councilman, immediately applied for outdoor dining and a parklet plan for multiple spots in and around 5th, 6th and 7th streets. We called it San Pedro Al Fresco, and the application was approved. The plans were redrawn for a quicker buildout, and the Alliance made a commitment to invest in San Pedro Al Fresco through its existing security, tourism and marketing budgets. 

Outdoor dining is a good idea at any time, but it becomes critically important in this pandemic response. Recent studies have shown that activities conducted outdoors are a safer alternative to indoor operations because of the natural breeze and movement of air.  

When the City allows the use of a public right-of-way for dining, it is allowing us to repurpose property and create new dining and leisure space, providing for safe social distancing in the open air and stimulating much-needed economic activity. 

That is why the Alliance is invested in the program. Working with the City, the Alliance looks forward to developing and expanding the outdoor dining opportunities throughout the historic core of San Pedro. While these first parklets are temporary, the hope is to make them a permanent part of the Downtown San Pedro experience. The Alliance encourages everyone to visit Downtown San Pedro and enjoy safe and fun outdoor dining. Come see it. The vitality and success of our downtown will depend upon your responsible participation. As always, be safe and well. spt  

Lives Matter, but so Does the Truth

I’ve been told that my views concerning the social unrest currently sweeping the country come from being out of touch because I live in a bubble and am “tone deaf.”

San Pedro is indeed a bubble — thankfully. Where else in the country is there a community of comparable size where so many different ethnicities and cultures live side by side in relative harmony?

But living in a bubble doesn’t mean I exist in a bubble. Putting aside the experiences and personal relationships gained over seven decades of life, I have a computer, the internet, Google, a big-screen TV, a smartphone, a daily newspaper. I’ve traveled. I’m a member of the ILWU, probably the most diverse workforce in the country.   

If I’m “tone deaf,” it’s because I don’t believe what I hear and read from most of the mainstream media and Twitterverse. Neither should you. I know “how the sausage is made,” having worked in the newspaper industry as a reporter and copy editor for more than 32 years. So when I tell you there was “fake news” long before it became a popular catchphrase, it comes from firsthand knowledge.

When I started my journalism career in the early ‘70s, reporting was still objective — just the facts, ma’am, as Joe Friday would say — and opinion was kept to the Op-Ed pages. By the time that career ended at the L.A. Times in 2004, advocacy journalism had taken over, and media reportage was reflecting the reporter’s and editor’s agendas — an agenda that was almost always one-sided.

For instance, what do you know about Black Lives Matter? It’s in the news daily, but are you getting the truth about it from the mainstream media or on social media? In the interest of saving space, I would simply direct you to the Black Lives Matters’ own website (blacklivesmatter.com). Click on About and What We Believe. Make sure and read it all — it speaks for itself.

Truth matters, and it has been said that the first casualty in war is truth. And if you don’t think we’re at war in America today, you’re not paying attention. We are at war with a deadly virus, and the culture war that started in the ‘60s — up to now mostly contained to verbal combat — has broken out into violence on several fronts. Much of it involves the role of law enforcement. Much of it also involves the simple act of saying something that may “offend” someone.

Whatever the issue, from the wearing of masks to the tearing down of statues, you are entitled to your own opinion, but not to your own facts. In a world of 24/7 news, it’s important to keep that in mind whenever you hear an “expert” pontificate on his/her field of knowledge. For every topic currently making headlines, from police brutality to COVID-19, no adage has ever been more relevant than, “There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics.” That’s the less politically correct way of describing the persuasive power of numbers, particularly how statistics are used — or ignored — to bolster weak arguments.

Consider the use of presentism in an effort to tear down, almost literally, America’s history. If you haven’t heard of presentism — and most people haven’t — it is the historical term for judging past events or people by today’s standards. No one is asked to ignore or overlook the bad in a nation’s history, but it needs to be kept in perspective because attitudes and cultural values change over time. On the microscale, San Pedro has its own sordid past that includes a chapter of the KKK, the internment of Japanese Americans in WWII, and racial tensions and discrimination. But look where we are today.

I blame much of the turmoil our country is currently experiencing on presentism and the widespread acceptance of revisionist history (see 1619 Project). Our public schools and universities have produced at least two generations of Americans with a skewed view of their country, and we’re seeing the natural outgrowth of that today in irrational attacks on almost every aspect of our past. Philosopher George Santayana, who would be appalled at the efforts to eradicate American history from the public square, understood the dangers inherent in that type of behavior. He said more than a hundred years ago, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” That’s why I continue my efforts to memorialize San Pedrans who have died in war; why Jews have been so adamant in the wake of the Holocaust that we should never forget.  

Between the lockdowns, protests, rioting and increasingly divisive political atmosphere, the past few months have given us many reasons to be depressed and pessimistic about our nation’s future. But two of my favorite axioms provide a glimmer of hope if taken to heart. In 2007, Lt. Gen. Russel Honoré, while coordinating military relief efforts in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, told cynical reporters, “Don’t get stuck on stupid,” a comment even more apropos today. Two thousand years earlier, the Apostle John put it much more profoundly: “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” spt

From Ischia to San Pedro: A Love Story 6,456 Miles in the Making

If history had been a little different, Nancy Lauro and Anthony DiBernardo might have met in their village of birth on the small Italian island of Ischia. Perhaps they would have married, had a family and lived their lives on the sunny, Tyrrhenian isle. But as fate would have it, both families immigrated to San Pedro in the late 1930s, and it was in this coastal town that the two would be introduced and fall in love. 

“My father came over in 1910,” recalls Tony. “It was happening a lot that young people would get married and the husbands would come to San Pedro to work in the fishing industry.” As the years progressed and “things started getting turbulent before the Second World War,” more and more families from Ischia would come to settle in San Pedro. 

“We all knew each other,” adds Nancy of the community of Italian transplants that were now making their home in San Pedro. “I had met Tony when I was 12 or 13 because his sister, who had a young family, lived across the street from me.”

Several years later, Tony was working as a retail clerk at Sunshine Market, where Nancy would go with her family to shop.

“She caught my eye, and that was it,” he recalls. “So one day — it was in 1948 — I asked her to go out with me.”

If only romance was that easy. 

“Next thing I know, her brother comes over to tell me that Nancy’s mom wants to talk to me,” remembers Tony, “and her mom, who was very strict, made me basically promise to marry her before I got to take her out!” 

“Well, he didn’t realize at the time that I was 16,” laughs Nancy, “and there was no way she was going to let me go out with a 19-year-old. So it was daytime dates on the weekends.”

Tony graduated from San Pedro High in 1947, and their courtship continued under the watchful eye of friends and family. The sweethearts got engaged during Nancy’s senior year at St. Anthony High School in Long Beach, and they were married on August 5, 1950, a few months after Nancy graduated.

Anthony & Nancy DiBernardo on their wedding day, August 5, 1950. (photo: courtesy DiBernardo family)

The wedding was held at the old Mary Star of the Sea Catholic Church, followed by a lunch reception at the Assistance League that afternoon. The day got off to a rough start when Nancy’s younger brother locked the door to the room where she was getting ready with her wedding party. 

“He was such a little monster,” laughs Nancy. “He took the key, so we couldn’t get out. Tony had to come over and remove the door!”

The festivities went off without another hitch, and the two celebrated their union with dancing, snacks and drinking with about 300 friends and family members. 

“Back then, the whole town would come out,” says Nancy. “You didn’t invite just the parents and immediate family; you invited every sister, every uncle and aunt you had and their whole families and their kids and their kids. So that’s how everybody got to meet and got to know each other.”

Much to the surprise of the newlywed couple, Tony was drafted to serve in Korea and deployed a few months after their wedding, putting their future on hold while he served abroad. 

“I had to move back in with my family,” recalls Nancy. “I took a job at Bank of America and worked there … off and on for a couple of years.”

When Tony returned from Korea, he took a job loading and delivering bananas to local markets. Nancy got pregnant with their first child (daughter Annmarie who was born in 1953), and they purchased a 900 square foot home “on a large lot with huge trees on the corner of 9th and Meyler” that was close to family, church and school for the kids. As the couple settled into married life, their house needed to be expanded to accommodate four more children (Neil, born in 1954; John, born in 1958; Anthony, born in 1961; and Grace, born in 1962).  

“I took four permits out and did all the work myself,” Tony proudly remembers. Over the years, this home would become the gathering point for their growing family. 

“Every Sunday, I would cook,” Nancy recounts. “At first, it was just us and the kids, then it was their kids. Sometimes it would be 10 of us, other times there would be 17, depending on who was around.” 

 “It is a special thing for our family,” says Anthony, the couple’s youngest son. “No matter how many of us show up, there is plenty of food to go around.” Nancy is known for her traditional meat sauce spaghetti, lasagna and Italian Easter bread. 

“And their Christmas Eve seafood dinner is the highlight every year,” continues Anthony. “Mom and Dad have lived their lives based on the principles of faith, family, friends and food — or any combination of the four.”

The arrival of COVID-19 has disrupted their weekly dinner tradition, but that doesn’t mean the DiBernardos feel isolated. With 17 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren, there are plenty of Zoom calls and grocery drop-offs to keep the two connected to their family, most of whom are still living in the area and taking great care to keep Nancy and Tony safe and well-stocked.

 In a long and faith-filled marriage that has spanned seven decades, Nancy and Tony have taken life’s unexpected curveballs with grace and love and created the strong foundation for each other and their family. 

“In addition to their numerous years of service to their church (Mary Star of the Sea Parish), they show a never-ending love to our family, from their oldest child to the youngest great-grandchild,” notes their daughter Annmarie. “Every member of the family — especially the grandchildren and great-grandchildren — has their own special connection and relationship with Nana and Papa.” 

Nancy and Tony celebrate 70 years of marriage on August 5. spt

There is No Finish Line

I was watching a stand-up comedian one day doing a bit about people at the gym. He was not a particularly in-shape guy, and he was talking about how he can’t stand seeing fit people at gyms crowding up the place and taking all the equipment, “Like if you have abs, what are you still doing here? You’re done! Go home!” The comedian, whether he knew it or not, was calling out one of the most common misconceptions people have when they begin their fitness journeys: that one day you will be done.

For many of us, there is some point we feel like we must arrive at with our health — like hitting a number on the scale — in order to be happy. And having fooled ourselves that the number on the scale will solve all our problems, we think when we get to said number, we will cross a finish line and go about our lives again. It’s this line of thinking that would cause us to think that the number on the scale is the only thing that matters. And unfortunately, this sets us up for failure.

The number on the scale (or whatever external goal you use) is only an indicator of your progress towards health; it is not the end in and of itself. If I lose twenty pounds by starving myself and crash dieting, I may have lost weight, but I did not become healthier. In fact, I became less so.

Most people tend to look at health and fitness as something they get. But in reality, it’s something you must become. You don’t get a fit and healthy body. You become fit and healthy and in turn, get the body in the process. The implications of becoming as opposed to getting means you will need to continually embody and develop the traits that got you your results long after you got the results in the first place. The same way marriage doesn’t end at the wedding or parenthood at the delivery table. It begins there. What follows is a lifetime of fulfilling the role. It may not be what you want to hear, but it’s the same with fitness.

Right now, in the middle of a pandemic, it’s easy to spot the people who are trying to get fit as opposed to those committed to becoming fit. They are the ones that equate gyms being closed with meaning they can’t workout. They have gained weight through lockdown because they sit at a desk and on the couch with little physical activity and way too much snacking. And they are telling people that “as soon as things go back to normal,” they will get back in shape. They are consuming all manner of negative information that feeds fear and disempowers them.

This is called fair-weather fitness, when you’re only able to get and stay in shape when things go well. Compare this to those who are becoming fitter, even through the weird turbulent times we are living in. These are the people who understand that the very definition of fitness is the ability to adapt, not wait for the storm to pass (and the treadmills to be available).

It’s easy to spot these people too. They are in the garage, living room, or backyard working out. They are a little out of their routine because this isn’t an ideal situation, but they understand that their best option is to keep moving forward even if it might be slower or more inconvenient. They are still cooking, prepping, eating healthy, and training hard. They know that besides not being able to go to the gym, nothing is really keeping them from continuing to make progress towards becoming healthier. They can still sweat, go on walks, and eat healthy. And in fact, the more they do, the better and stronger their immune system will be.

They are focusing on what they can control and not getting too caught up in the rest. When you know there isn’t a finish line, you never have to stop.  spt

Freedom from Addiction

The congregation is gathered at the beginning and commissioned at the conclusion of every Sunday liturgy. After the benediction and closing song, from the back doors, I cry out, “Go in peace and serve the Lord!” They respond, “Thanks be to God!” Then people get prayer for healing and a million other things. They make commitments. They catch up. They do a little business. They hug. They linger. Some take off as quickly as possible. I miss that — all of it. I miss the introverts plotting their getaway. I miss the extroverts who don’t take the extinguished candles and turned off lights and me standing by the security touchpad as hints that it is time for lunch. 

The back doors of the church are holy, like the font and altar and pulpit are holy. All are encounter places where God meets the world. That is why I stand by those doors and cry, “Go in peace and serve the Lord.” Serving the Lord happens on both sides of the stained-glass windows. We worship and give our offerings and our thanksgivings inside. But God is the one doing most of the serving in there. Forgiving sins. Freeing captives. Revealing love. Washing, feeding, and speaking. But when we move outside, it is as if God says, “Now it is your turn.” In our down-to-earth vocations, God resources us to meet real-life needs. Teaching, healing, longshoring, defending, first responding, grandparenting, filmmaking and 80,000 other vocations in San Pedro’s 12 square miles all serve the world in unique ways.

One group that I really miss is a residential recovery group from Providence Little Company of Mary Medical Center San Pedro. Sometimes one or two and sometimes six, they walk up the alley and into the sanctuary, and God serves them the same thing he serves the rest of us — forgiveness. Sometimes it seems like they treasure it more. They have a holy vocation too. They have been called to freedom from addiction for their own sakes and for the sake of the people around them. My favorite preaching compliment came from one of them. 

Usually when I’m standing by those back doors, I get some feedback about my preaching. “Great sermon, pastor.” “I wish my spouse was here; they really needed to hear that.” “Pastor, that was more of a hostage situation than a sermon.” I’m working on tightening up my too-often-too-long messages. Often, I share out of my own vulnerabilities. The Apostle Paul said, “In my weakness, he is strong.” (2 Corinthians 12.9-11) That Sunday, as the congregation was sent out with the “Go in peace and serve the Lord,” one of the recovery folks pulled me aside, winked at me and said, “You’re a drunk too, aren’t you?” I wish I had something more clever to say. But I responded, “Pretty much.” Takes one to know one. 

It isn’t the bottle or the syringe where I’ve looked for salvation. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t looked many other places, drunk with desperation. So, yes, I’m a drunk too. But like the woman at the well, I have tasted from the One who says, “Whoever drinks what I give will never thirst again.” (John 4.14) And I relate to Martin Luther who said, “We are all mere beggars showing other beggars where to find bread.” Or, like the twelfth step in recovery, “Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.” Thanks be to God.

If you would like to know more, contact me at nathan@trinitysanpedro.org. If you would like to take a step towards freedom from addiction, visit aa.org. spt

Bukowski’s Lionhearted Neighbor

A friend of mine lived next door to Charles Bukowski. Years later, I ran into her and asked her why she never mentioned it. Growing up, she had no clue that he was famous. Bukowski and his wife were just nice older neighbors who let her swim in their pool.

When you think of someone living next to a famous person, you immediately think of their proximity as a front row seat to fabulous parties and celebrity sightings. After all, it was a well-known fact that Bukowski was good friends with Sean Penn. There is even a famous Herb Ritts photo of the pair in Bukowski’s garden. In Bukowski’s case, the opposite was more likely. Instead of him being the celebrity fish in the bowl, it was often the neighborhood and environment serving as fodder for his poetry.

In four different poems, Bukowski writes about an elderly neighbor that he had taken great interest in. In the first, titled “A Patriot of Life,” Bukowski introduces his neighbor as, “old Charlie/ he runs the/ American flag/ from the roof/ of his/ garage.” Bukowski goes over to borrow a crowbar and finds old Charlie in his sanctuary, a shack he built off the garage that has “Captain’s Quarters” painted across the door. Bukowski, who is known for being too honest in his observations of others, hints at his budding esteem for old Charlie in the last stanza of the poem, “he makes/ a little/ of the darkness/ retreat.”

In “Charles the Lionhearted,” written several years later, Bukowski continues to see his elderly neighbor, 25 years his senior, as a bright spot in the darkness of life, much like the literal light coming from Charles’ second story window where Bukowski sees him watching television night after night. Bukowski recognizes a fellow survivor in Charles, who outlived a child and had been “married longer than most men live.” But no one knows better than a poet that surviving life is impossible. When he contemplates the end of Charles’ life, Bukowski remarks that “when death comes for/ him/ it should be/ ashamed.” And when the upstairs light goes dark, “it will be another world/ not quite so magic/ not quite so good.” Thinking about his neighbor’s death not only brings Bukowski’s end closer but changes their relationship. Charles stops being something that brightens his life and becomes a beacon leading the way to the final darkness.

The last two poems, “old?” and “I inherit” were released after Bukowski’s death and rightly deal with the subject of getting to the end of life. Charles, 96 years old when Bukowski writes “old?,” lets his neighbor know that he’ll be leaving soon. Bukowski fights the proclamation with evidence of Charles’ virility: his straight arrow back, his quickness on his feet, and his penchant for blowing kisses at Linda Bukowski through the window. Months later, a week after Charles’ death, Bukowski pens “I inherit” and accepts his inherited role as the new “old fart in the neighborhood.” His only mention of Charles in this final poem is the announcement of his death. Bukowski fills the rest of the poem with comical performative ways to show how he will live up to the moniker of old fart, perhaps to mask the pain of one less light in his world.

In the poems I have read, there aren’t a lot of people, besides his wife or cats, that Bukowski mentioned regularly or fondly. This made me want to know who this lionhearted Charles was. His full name was Charles Crouthamel, and he came to San Pedro while serving in the Navy during World War I. After the war, he went to work for Tanner Bros. Ship Supply. When they went out of business in 1932, Crouthamel started Harbor Ship Supply in Wilmington, one of the oldest and most successful ship chandleries in the state. He moved the company to San Pedro in 1941, where it expanded over the next decade. In the 1950s, Crouthamel even purchased the three-story building known today as “The Lofts” at 4th and Mesa streets because he had acquired a couple of his competitors. Eventually, Charles retired and left the operations to his sons and grandson. Harbor Ship Supply is still privately owned and operated by the Crouthamel family in a newer building on 4th Street. Retirement gave Charles more time to work on his own projects, like building his Captain’s Quarters. Charles died in 1991 at the age of 96.  spt

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Bukowski’s San Pedro

with research by Christian H. Lozada

 

“I type my first poem here / switchblade in pocket / I type this / for my tax accountant / for the girls in Omaha . . . I am broke again / I own 1/4 of this house . . . /  everybody is worried about my soul now / I am worried about my soul now”

Charles Bukowski’s decision to move to San Pedro in 1978 was strictly business. He needed both figurative and literal space from his old stomping grounds in Hollywood to get some of his most celebrated work completed. He also needed a tax write-off. And although his house on the hill made him somewhat broke again, at least he had equity and his beloved second-floor sanctuary where he could punch out his prolific prose.

This month, on August 16, we celebrate Charles Bukowski’s 100th birthday. For sixteen of those years, he wrote his heart out in his San Pedro home; books, short stories, movie scripts, and hundreds upon hundreds of poems. Bukowski wrote with an intensity for the brutal and beautiful honesty of life, and it is the legacy of his life’s work that we honor for his centennial. While he didn’t come here to write about San Pedro, the town couldn’t help but sneak its way into his heart and his art. Here are some poetry snippets of San Pedro, as seen through the eyes of L.A.’s most famous poet.

 

GREEN HILLS MEMORIAL PARK
Eating My Senior Citizen’s Dinner At The Sizzler

Excerpt: “the cemetery / on a long sloping green hill, / a very modern place with / the markers / flat on the ground, / it’s much more pleasant for / passing traffic.”

Green Hills is Bukowski’s final resting place. His flat bronze marker famously tells all his visitors, ”Don’t Try.” The modernity of the grave markers was something Bukowski took great notice of when he drove past Green Hills cemetery, mentioning it in a couple of his poems. Traditional cemeteries are filled with headstones of varying sizes and material. When work began on Green Hills in 1948, great care was taken for the cemetery to have the look of a park rather than a traditional cemetery, with trees, shrubbery, and the flat bronze memorials that were flush against the ground.

 

McCOWAN’S MARKET
Huh?

Excerpt: “I can take my pants / to the cleaners or / stand in a / supermarket line / without any / hubbub at / all”

Bukowski appreciated his relative anonymity in San Pedro, as opposed to his high profile in Europe. His market of choice was San Pedro’s local chain, McCowan’s Market, sometimes referring to it as the corner market. Michael Montfort, Bukowski’s longtime photographer and collaborator, captured the poet shopping at McCowan’s in one of his books. During Bukowski’s time in San Pedro, McCowan’s had three locations: 10th & Gaffey streets, 1st and Bandini streets and 20th Street and Walker Avenue, the latter being the final location to shut its doors in 2008.

 

SENFUKU JAPANESE RESTAURANT
That Rare Good Moment

Excerpt: “now in a Sushi joint / on a side street / in a small town, / it all passes before / you / quickly / like a bad/good movie. / there is this / strange feeling of / peace.”

Bukowski’s love of local sushi restaurant, Senfuku, is pretty well known. The downtown eatery has been a longtime must_see for any Bukowski fan. Senfuku was established in 1974 by Rei Suzukawa as a traditional Japanese restaurant that specialized in sukiyaki, teriyaki, and tempura. It moved from its original location on Gaffey Street to its present location on 6th Street in 1974. In 1982, current owners Yoshimitsu and Helen Kikuchi brought sushi to Downtown San Pedro. According to the current owners, Senfuku loosely translates to “fan of happiness” (hence the fan on the facade) and is considered a symbol of good luck. 

 

BEACON STREET POST OFFICE
It’s A Drag Just Breathing

Excerpt: “I won’t go to the post office anymore. / (I got a p.o. box there where women send me nude photos of themselves along with their love / letters.) / anyhow, I try to walk in and there / are bums everywhere, / got the old hand out. / gave a guy a buck the other day while / I was going in and coming out he’s / got his hand out again.”

The Beacon Street post office is part of the federal building that opened in 1936 and also housed the customs house. San Pedro had been promised a federal building for so long that this building was the very first project on the list for President Franklin Roosevelt’s famous Works Progress Administration. Bukowski’s wife still maintains the post office box that the writer had during his lifetime.

 

HARBOR VIEW HOUSE
Wandering In The Cage

Excerpt: “there is a madhouse near the post office / where I mail my works / out. I never park in front of the post office, / I park in front of the madhouse / and walk down. / I walk past the madhouse. / some of the lesser mad are allowed / out on the porch. / they sit like / pigeons. / I feel a brotherhood with them. / but I don’t sit with them.”

The Harbor View House was an outpatient mental health care facility that had been occupying the old San Pedro Army and Navy YMCA building since the mid_1960s until last year when the building was sold to a private developer. Many longtime residents of Harbor View House had become familiar faces around downtown. Future plans for the 1925 building include luxury apartments, a cafe, gym, and underground speakeasy.

 

UNION WAR SURPLUS
Military Surplus

Excerpt: “my wife is more apprehensive than I am / and we were in a surplus store / poking around when / my wife said, “I want two gas masks.” / “gas masks?” / “yes, there are all those storage tanks nearby and if they explode there is / going to be nothing but flame and / gas!”

Union War Surplus was established in 1946 by brothers Ira and L.R. Kaye with their cousin Irving Robinson. The store boasted to have “everything from a battleship to a hunting knife,” and if they didn’t have it, they would get it. The Bukowskis gave the store a bit of a challenge later in this poem, asking if they had gas masks for cats, and the clerk begrudgingly had to admit that they did not carry them. The beloved local store closed in 2009.

 

HARBOR FREEWAY
Days And Nights

Excerpt: “reaching the end of the / Freeway, I do a left / turn / onto Gaffey. / traffic is less / though unpleasant / enough. / well, finally I arrive where / I live, run up the / drive, cut the engine, the / lights, get / out, don’t bother with the / garage door, leave it like / that”

Bukowski wrote often about the freeway, the thing that brought him to San Pedro but still kept him connected to his past, as well as his beloved racetrack. When the Harbor Freeway was created, it initially ended at Channel Street. In 1970, several years before Bukowski’s arrival, the freeway was extended, and Gaffey Street became the new terminus. This massive undertaking to add a couple of miles to the Harbor Freeway included condemning/moving homes and cutting a path through an entire hillside. This also changed the nature of Gaffey Street and created a new commercial corridor for the town.

 

TODD SHIPYARD
Hard Times

Excerpt: “we sat with our beer. / the canneries had shut down. / Todd Shipyard had failed / and was / phasing them / out. / San Pedro was back in the 30’s.”

Fish canning in San Pedro started in the second decade of the twentieth century and hit its peak in the harbor during the post_World War II fishing boom. San Pedro had two household name tuna companies in the harbor, StarKist and Chicken of the Sea. They all eventually followed the fish south. Todd Shipyard took over operations of the Los Angeles Shipbuilding & Drydock Corporation after the Navy seized the shipyard in the midst of World War II. Government contracts kept Todd Shipyard going for decades after the war, while some of their private projects included vessels for Disneyland. Unfortunately, the company chose to shutter operations in San Pedro in the mid_1980s and hundreds of local workers were laid off. 

 

VINCENT THOMAS BRIDGE
Sardines In Striped Dresses

Excerpt: “it’s been a world full of the brave / and I love them all / as outside the / Vincent Thomas Bridge arcs in the dark / holding, just now, the luck of us all.”

The Vincent Thomas Bridge opened to traffic in November of 1963. It is named for San Pedran and state assemblyman Vincent Thomas, the man who pushed for the bridge for 15 years. The advent of container shipping and the need to transfer the containers from the ship to their destination via rail and trucks made Thomas prescient and his detractors foolish. Prior to the bridge, the only connector between San Pedro and Terminal Island was a ferry. Since its construction, the Vincent Thomas Bridge has become one of San Pedro’s most iconic landmarks.

 

COCO’S BAKERY RESTAURANT
Stuck With It

Excerpt: “I go to Coco’s, / get my Senior Citizen’s / Dinner, / good deal, soup or salad, / the beverage, the main / too. / and I sit with the / other old / farts, / listen to them / talk, not bad, really, they’ve also / been burned down to the / nub.”

Bukowski became a senior citizen while living in San Pedro and writes several poems about the aging scene at local restaurants like Coco’s and Sizzler on Western Avenue. Neither restaurant exists as Bukowski experienced it, but his observations capture a time and community that most people don’t pay much attention to. Initially, he seems to write as an outsider looking in, younger and foreign to San Pedro. Here, he fully embraces his age and his fellow seniors. spt 

(photos: Angela Romero; except McCowan’s Market and Todd Shipyard: courtesy San Pedro Bay Historical Society)   

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