Western
Flyer Foundation's John Gregg & Cannery Row
Foundation's Michael Hemp
photo by Anne-Marie Hemp |
The Lunar Landing of Apollo 11 and the Junior Officers Revolt at SAC Headquarters. July 20, 1969… July 19, 1969. Omaha, Nebraska—Strategic Air Force Command Headquarters. By order of SAC Commander-In-Chief, Gen. Bruce K. Holloway, 38 junior USAF Special Intelligence Officers are ordered to appear at a mandatory “Commander’s Call” in the second floor Command Staff briefing room of SAC HQ, Offutt Air Force Base, Omaha, Nebraska. As I recall it was to be on Sunday, July 20th, 1969. Apollo 11 landed on the moon, but that was not the big story. The orders required all 38 officers to assemble to account for their conduct in an embarrassing public relations bungle by the Air Force. One of the First Lieutenants at SAC’s elite and ultra-top secret 544th Reconnaissance Technical Wing, among the world’s top photo intelligence analysis units, inadvertently set off what became known in SAC command circles as the “Junior Officer’s Revolt.” Not exactly the Cain Mutiny, but it involved one of the very top Generals of the United States military. The state of Nebraska enjoyed a special relationship with SAC and its succession of “Cincs,” or commander-in-chiefs. Between 1968 and 1969, an unusually rapid succession of SAC commanders took place. General Joseph J. Nazzaro was replaced by an interim commander, Gen. Keith Compton, succeeded by Gen. Bruce K. Holloway of “Flying Tigers” fame. Part of this close military/community cooperation involved fundraising for AKSARBEN (Yep, Nebraska spelled backwards), the state’s “United Way or Community Chest.” USAF personnel were expected to support a huge, high-pressure donations campaign. To refuse to donate or virtually “tithe” through USAF payroll deductions, it was threatened, would reflect on your military service record. Officers were threatened with “derogs” (negative notations) on their OERs (Officers Effectiveness Ratings) if they did not participate—something that would effect their career advancement and promotions. A lot of minimally paid enlisted men and struggling career officers caved in and signed up. Some held out, mostly junior (lieutenant and captain) “Reserve Officers,” not generally regarded as career officer material and therefore somewhat indifferent to pressure on their military futures since almost all expected to return to civilian status at the end of their service agreements. July 16th Apollo 11 blasted off from Cape Canaveral on its epic lunar mission. Mission commander, Neil Armstrong, and lunar module pilot “Buzz” Aldrin were preparing to walk on the moon on July 20th. It seems that about the same time they were leaving their lunar footprints, the mandatory SAC commander’s call of 544th Special Reconnaissance Intel Officers to SAC Headquarters commenced. What on earth could cause all this fuss during days this historic? Junior Intel officers were not always cast in, or controlled by, the behavior protocols held dear by echelons of senior Air Force officers. A new breed, we enjoyed a certain intellectual and analytical independence beyond our rank, important to the critical thinking and analysis of everything from drone photography of the harbor at Haiphong, to SR-71 “Blackbird” multi-sensor photo and radar imagery from above 85,000 feet, to counting “Foxbat” aircraft on Soviet airfields and ICBM launch sites from space. Senior staff tolerated our certainties while chafing occasionally at our perceived impudence. But we were very good at what we did. First Lt. Nicholas King was the culprit. He had the nerve to write a scathing personal letter to the Chairman of AKSARBEN after they gifted the new SAC Commander, Gen. Holloway, with $40,000.00 of donated AKSARBEN funds to be used at the discretion of the SAC Commander-in-Chief. The gift was spent to transform the entrance and upstairs command staff offices from stark Curtis E. LeMay marble and pale green, to alternating panels of ocher wall covering and dark hardwood paneling. Thick ocher carpeting was installed at the SAC HQ Main Entrance and its upstairs command staff offices, including the CINC’s. Lt. King’s letter suggested the next time AKSARBEN had $40,000 to throw away, rather than enable the beautification of the SAC entrance with charitable donation funds, they should consider helping with the Offutt AFB airmen’s barracks, many of them brick structures built before WWI that reached 120 degrees in summer (un-air conditioned, of course). Or, help the struggling facility for handicapped children of base personnel. And on…you get the idea. The letter was circulated though the super-secret subterranean labs of the HQ Intel photo interpreters, analysts, and briefing officers—almost all of whom were junior officers. Thirty seven other officers became signatory to Lt. King’s impudent pique, and off it went. I can’t honestly recall if Neil Armstrong had walked on the moon by the time we assembled for the commanders call. Phone calls between us concluded we were in for a real chewing, some had heard and were terrorized that the Commander-in-Chief, himself, was going to tear into us. What a small handful of us knew—being his Special Intel briefers on a daily basis—was that this heroic WWII air ace was particularly inarticulate with even his half dozen staff generals at our briefings and was highly unlikely to be the one “ripping into us.” General Holloway, as expected, was not present for the meeting. It turns out that chore fell to his DCI (Deputy Chief of Staff for Intelligence) Lt. Gen. Dacey, who took to the podium. Gen. Dacey was a good choice; many of us liked him from our duties of briefing him regularly—finding him dashing, smart, incisive, erudite, and tough. This day he was volcanic. General Dacey’s comments were angry, threatening, and for a while, effectively intimidating to most of the assembled young officers. He degraded us, railing for a while berating us for bringing dishonor on the Air Force by signing and sending the letter, breaking the chain of command, betraying our honor and duty as officers, and for conduct unbecoming an officer. It was at this time a hand shot up near the back of the room and Gen. Dacey paused to permit the question. It was not what he expected. The question asked “Why, when the Commander in Chief of the Strategic Air Command gets caught with his pants down, spending charity money donated by his troops, to decorate his offices and SAC HQ entrance, that WE are the ones guilty of conduct unbecoming an officer?” I swear I heard Dacey choke. A brief pandemonium erupted before order was restored. Several other unsolicited comments of the same nature erupted as nearly the entire group of us pushed back at the hypocrisy of this collective “spanking” for the mindless misdeeds of the Command. The intimidation had produced precisely the opposite effect it intended. Order was quickly restored but as hard as Gen. Dacey tried to continue his offensive, he was met by surreptitious shouts and comments from the assembled officers who would simply not accept his ugly, threatening comments. The assembly was clumsily broken off, with attending senior officers visibly flabbergasted and enraged at our insubordinate conduct. The Commanders Call abruptly ended and all of us were ordered back to duty. I hope this story reaches some of the other junior officers at this historic event. I would like to know their comments on this narrative, their feelings about it, and their personal consequences of having been part of what was thereafter called “The Junior Officers Revolt at SAC Headquarters.” It seems that within a week or so, 37 of the 38 officers that signed the AKSARBEN letter had orders to some of the worst assignments at which an Intel Officer could be stationed. Only my friend, Capt. Lionel Smith, was spared out of all of us. He was simply so absolutely indispensable to the SAC satellite surveillance program he avoided similar punitive reassignment. The effect of this retaliation against the best intelligence community in the Strategic Air Command, their “best and brightest,” was to instantly strip SAC’s intelligence capability to perform daily critical intelligence analysis and procedures. And beyond that simple, blind revenge against its insubordinate junior officers was the location of our punitive assignments. They were considered the worst places they could possibly send us—all in combat zones of Viet Nam or high threat areas of Thailand. The Great SAC sin was that NONE of us, with our security clearances (far above TOP SECRET Special Intel) and working intelligence knowledge of our strategic surveillance programs, plans, platforms, capabilities, and assessments should have ever been assigned out of the continental U.S. Any of us falling into the hands of the enemy could have constituted a catastrophic setback for US military intelligence capabilities. That, however, was not a consideration in SAC’s response to intimidate and punish us. My orders were to Task Force Alpha, Nakhon Phanom Royal Thai Air Force Base, and after weeks of training at Ft. Walton Beach, Florida, I was on my way to the cushiest of our collective punishments, know to all as “Naked Phanny" RTAFB. A 4000’ asphalt strip cut out of the Northeast Thai jungle, it was the home of the 56th Special Operations Wing. Too short for jets, and with a Search and Rescue and Air Commando mission, it was a throwback to Korea and WWII. The prop aircraft inventory consisted of retiring A-26 Intruders (twin engine attack bombers from WWII), C-19 (WWII) Flying Boxcar gunships, three squadrons of A-1 Skyraiders (Korean War), CH-3 Jolly Green helicopters for search and rescue and air commando operations, and 0-2 and OV-10 forward air control aircraft. Only seven miles from the Mekong it was a short hop across Laos to the Ho Chi Minh Trail. I was there as an analyst in the seismic and acoustic sensor network that monitored and targeted troop and truck traffic shuttling war supplies through Laos to South Vietnam on the dirt road network of “the trail.” It was the best of the worst duty and conditions but hard to complain about when grunts were sent from South Viet Nam to NKP for R&R. Capt. Nick King, on the other hand, had been sent to Phan Rang, South Viet Nam—a place called the armpit of Viet Nam and a really awful assignment. Reports reached us at NKP that he responded as we might have expected, with a peace symbol emblazoned on his bunker helmet; Nick also refused to salute the base commander and was reported to have responded, “What are they going to do to me? Send me to Phan Rang?” Years later, long after our military exploits, I heard he’d become an Assistant District Attorney in Louisville, Kentucky. And then a Tennessee Supreme Court Judge. A closing comment on the Junior Officers Revolt. It wasn’t just the Junior Officers that were ultimately upset with the SAC command. A look at any photograph of SAC Headquarters shows a huge building with a central entrance opposite the walkway, easily identified with an ICBM missile motif, from the Officers Club to the main entrance. Well, it seems that when foul weather set in—a certainty in Omaha—the new ochre yellow carpets at the SAC HQ main entrance took to soiling heavily from the wet and slushy foot traffic from the Officers Club and main entrance arrivals. What happened next almost set off the “Senior Officers Revolt at SAC HQ.” Full “bird” Colonels without sufficient rank and clout, plus hordes of Lt. Colonels and Majors accustomed to using the direct access to the Officer's Club or their offices in the HQ Building were barred from using the main entrance! They were required to walk the considerable distance (in freezing sleet and snow) to the far left or right wing entrances at each far end of SAC HQ. Indignant is not a strong enough reaction, though insubordination on the order of the Junior Officers Revolt at SAC Headquarters was not among their options. Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin left their iconic footprints from Apollo 11 on the surface of the moon on the weekend of July 20th, 1969. And now, as a small footnote to history, is the true (if unknown) story of that same date. The Junior Officers revolt at SAC Headquarters. Michael K. Hemp (Capt. Monkey Hotel, NKP 1969-1970) More detail, photos, and information at www.BombardiersLounge.com Strategic Air Command
Headquarters Building from the Offutt AFB Officers
Club.
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The History Company and
Cannery Row Foundation
connections to the
Western Flyer began with
the
creation of the Cannery
Row Foundation in Ed
Ricketts' Lab in 1983.
By 1984, Monterey
historian Bob
Enea was close to
finding the Western
Flyer and the Cannery
Row Foundation board
announced efforts to
acquire and return the
Western Flyer to
Monterey as a working
non-profit
historical and
educational icon of
Monterey and Cannery
Row's sardine fishing
and canning heyday.
AUGUST 1 - 2
2020
|
Virtual 75th Anniversary Celebration of John
Steinbeck''s
1945 "Cannery
Row"...
Cannery
Row historian;
Steinbeck, and
Ricketts
authority;
Featured Speaker
and Program
Consultant: Steinbeck Festival 2020 at the National
Steinbeck
Center, Salinas,
California. |
Feb.
3 2020 |
Cascade
Club of Tacoma
luncheon at the
Tacoma Country
Club, Lakeview. "New Horizon for Pacific Northwest History" and Tacoma's role. |
Feb.
20 2020 |
Tacoma
Yacht Club: Open
to the
Public—Admission
Free. Cannery
Row's Connection
to the Hidden
History of the
Maritime Pacific
Northwest, Ed
Ricketts'
development of
Ecology in the
PNW, John
Steinbeck &
the Western
Flyer, "The Sea
of Cortez," and
historic Tacoma
Waterfront as
the "Birthplace
of the Western
Flyer." |
Jan.
30 2020 |
Gig Harbor Chamber of Commerce Public Affairs Forum, at the Cottesmore, 2909 14th Avenue NW, Gig Harbor. |
Jan.
26 2020 Review: |
HOOD
CANAL'S NEW
HISTORY at the
Alderbrook Golf
& Yacht
Club, Union, WA.
Open to the
Public. Mason
County
Historical
Society Lecture.
MCHS
Newsletter event
review.
|
Jan.
8 2020 |
"THE NEW HORIZONS FOR PACIFIC NORTHWEST HISTORY" at Gig Harbor Kiwanis International Chapter 34 at Harbor Place at Cottesmore, 1016 29th Street NW, Gig Harbor. |
Dec.
10 |
"The
New History of
the Pacific
Northwest" at
the Weatherly
Inn, Highlands
Parkway, Tacoma.
1:30 – 3:00 PM.
Tacoma
Historical
Society Lecture
Series. |
|
Mason
County
Historical
Society
presentation
aboard the
cruise of the
Hood Canal from
the Alderbrook
Lodge at Union
to Hoodsport,
WA, and return
aboard the "Lady
Alderbrook." |
Sep. 17
|
Fiero
Marine Life
Center and NOAA
Olympic Coast
National Marine
Sanctuary Speakers
Series:
John Wayne
Marina, Sequim,
WA. 6:00 to 7:30
PM followed by a
"Meet the
Author"and
booksigning. |
Sep. 9 |
Tacoma
Historical
Society Lecture
Series:
University of
Puget Sound,
Tacoma. Murray
Boardroom,
Wheelock Center.
7 to 9 PM, with
book signing.
Free Admission. |
Aug. 13 |
SEA
Discovery Center
(Poulsbo,
Washington) of
Western
Washington
University •
speaking
engagement 6-7
PM. Free.
Archival
PowerPoint premier
of "Cannery Row
4.0" |
•
Announcing the
publication of
the expanded
"CANNERY ROW,
The History of
Old Ocean View
Avenue and Its
Connections to
the Pacific
Northwest" "Cannery Row 4.0" enters distribution; Special Offer direct orders; Click Here for CR 4.0 features and prices and for archival photo Power Point speaking engagements, |
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• The Spanish fish-packing history of what became Ed Ricketts' Lab, Pacific Biological Laboratories (by Robin Aeschliman) |
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• The newest Western Flyer Foundation (WesternFlyer.org) YouTube video of restoration of the Western Flyer by the Port Townsend Shipwrights Co-op, Port Townsend, Washington. |
On
Saturday,
September 29th,
2018 • The History
Company, in
association with
the
Mason County
Historical Society
Museum in Shelton,
Washington,
presents:
“New Horizons for Pacific
Northwest
History”—A New
Role in
Ecology An archival PowerPoint
lecture by
historian
Michael
Kenneth Hemp Announcing Hood Canal’s
role in a new
horizon of
Pacific
Northwest
pride Edward F. Ricketts at Port Townsend, Washington, June
1930. Jack
Calvin photo,
co-author of
“Between
Pacific Tides”
(Pat Hathaway
Collection) In June 1930, Monterey marine biologist Ed Ricketts was
photographed
in the kelp
bed at Port
Townsend,
Washington, by
Jack
Calvin–his
co-author of
“Between
Pacific Tides”
(1939). That
photograph
only recently
opened the
door to the
realization
that this
revolutionary
naturalist
that brought
Ecology into
mainstream
awareness had
traveled
extensively
throughout the
shoreline
Pacific
Northwest in
the 1930s
researching
and developing
that essential
concept. Come
learn where,
why, and how
the Pacific
Northwest came
to have a
major role in
Ecology. WHERE:
Shelton’s
Mason County
Historical
Society
Museum
427 W.
Railroad
Avenue,
Shelton WA
98584 • Phone
(360) 426-1020
For info.
WHEN:
2:00
PM, Saturday,
September 29th,
2018. Followed
with a book
signing and a
community
research round
table to help
collect data
for historical
designations.
WHO:
Michael
Kenneth Hemp
• Cannery Row,
Monterey’s
historian has
relocated to
Gig Harbor to
research and memorialize
this new
horizon in
Pacific
Northwest history. More
background at
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Andy Case photo |
MK Hemp photo |
Michael Hemp with Ed Ricketts Jr. at Ed's home on
January 10,
2016. A contingent of colleagues (Hemp, Andy Case, and Don Kohrs) drove up from Monterey to see Ed Jr. and brought lunch from his favorite local Indian restaurant. And a bigger surprise: 2 old card-files. |
Don Kohrs, Hopkins Marine Station librarian,
inspects index
card files of
Ed Ricketts' world-wide contacts missing since the 1936 fire that destroyed Ricketts' lab on Cannery Row–obtained through the Cannery Row Foundation by historian Michael Hemp. Who knew exactly were to have them evaluated. |
MK Hemp photo |
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Andy
Case, driving
the Cannery
Row contingent to Mill Valley, north of San Francisco, to present Ed Jr. with his father's lost Pacific Biological Laboratories business contact cards with addresses from literally All Over The World, missing since the Lab's 1936 fire. |
Andy was a regular visitor to Japan as part of
the aquaria
business he
built after
his years at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. When Andy married his lovely Japanese wife, Mikuyo, he promised he would move to Japan in 15 years. Andy, Mikuyo, and son Taiki lived in Carmel Valley, where Mikuyo worked in the wine business. Andy was preparing to make the personal and professional move when he became ill and passed away. |
the
historic
Pacific
Northwest,
John
Steinbeck
& Ed
Ricketts,
the
Sea of Cortez,
and the Saga of the Western Flyer"
Co-authored
1941
publication |
1951
"Log" by John
Steinbeck |
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At
about age ten,
in Albany, NY,
I bought a
camera for
about two
bucks at the
drugstore.
It came with a
roll of
film.
Very soon came
the problem of
what to do
then. A
friend showed
me how to
develop film
and make
contact (same
size) prints
and my dad
helped to make
a closet
darkroom.
He dipped a
small light
bulb in red
paint to make
a safelight. I
was a shy
dorky kid and
the camera
became a
passport of
sorts. A
saintly maiden
aunt whom we
visited
annually let
me play with
her fine
German
Rolliecord
camera, a twin
lens reflex
with a ground
glass
screen.
I became
hooked on the
pictures that
could be
framed on it's
screen.
In late teens
I inherited
that camera
and continued
to work at
it. During the late fifties I was a Cold Warrior in Germany and fell in with a German photographer who became my mentor. Germany was still the out-front leader in technical photography in those days and when I got back to the states in 1961 I realized that I had quite a leg up when it came to small camera work. While at the Language School in 1958, I'd met Frank Wright and David Walton and after the Air Force I came back to help David open what was to become The Palace. I launched myself as a photographer a few years later, at first shooting overflow weddings for Steve Crouch and working out of home in Monte Vista with wife Myrna and family. In about 1963 I took one room upstairs in the Bear Flag Building for a lab. I was between a one-man fm radio station and Jay Chapin, the taylor. In about 1965 I opened gallery and lab space on the street across from Neil DeVaughn's restaurant and in 1967 or thereabouts I took 3000 sq feet, roughly one quarter of the building, on the second floor of the Monterey Canning Company as lab-gallery-living space. The rent was $75.00 a month. No water, electricity or heat. As the Row blossomed with refugees from Haight/Ashbury, that became the place that we all remember with such nostalgia. Soon after I left in 1970, the building itself sold for a million bucks and the flowering of the row was over. That few year's was also the period when I peaked as a photographer. One the one hand, automatic photography was coming on strong and, on the Row, it just wasn't as much fun after the wildly painted school busses pulled out, the hippy cafes closed and the last of the squatters were rousted from under The Wave Street Hilton. During, roughly, a decade of high activity as a photographer, my work was about evenly divided between small camera portraiture in the Monterey area and in journalistic-style illustrations for corporate publications and advertising. The best of the portrait work was done for love - though lots of it was commissioned - but the corporate work kept the pot boiling and some of that was pretty good, too. I guess that I managed to get a pretty fair sample of the artists and writers of that time and place but there were many whom I missed. Seeing ones work on Barbie doll boxes counts in a different way. When it was all over, no one was more surprised than I to find that my whole passion for photography had just faded away as well. I bounced around for a year or two and then, on the very last gasp of my G.I. Bill, went to graduate school in Portland and into psychology as therapist, later as evaluator in the criminal courts, and still later as a builder of cruising houseboats. For nearly all of the next twenty years I lived on boats in Olympia. Wendy and I made our first trip to Alaska in 1995 and were smitten from the first. We swapped the first old wooden sailboat for a larger old wooden sailboat and came back in 1997 to be caretakers of a remote fishing lodge. In 2000 we swapped the big old wooden sailboat for an even bigger old wooden power boat and came up to Tenakee Springs. Tenakee is a very old coastal community of less than 100 people: no road, no cars, no cell phone - though we did get slow inter-net a few years ago. I build and mess about with small boats and I write articles about life in the bush for the Capitol City Weekly in Juneau. So, there. b |
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By 1906, the Western frontier has almost completely disappeared and wanted gunmen are a dead or hunted breed. An aging outlaw on the run from his violent past seeks sanctuary in Big Sur, a “Refuge for Settlers and Outlaws” on California’s wild central coast and is forced by fate to become the “last of the otter hunters”—only to be challenged by violence and hardship to a destiny as the only man able to save them from extinction by his own kind. |
When
Michael
Kenneth Hemp
moved to
Monterey in
1979, it is
tempting to
imagine that
Doc Ricketts
and John
Steinbeck
breathed a
sigh of relief
from on high.
Over the next
decade, the
author
established
himself as the
preeminent
historian of
the Cannery
Row era, and
nearly all of
what he has
recorded (much
of which can
be considered
a local, and
national,
treasure)
would have
been lost
forever
without his
efforts. A writer by trade, Hemp’s interest in the piece of shoreline was piqued while researching a dining guide. To his surprise, he found that no major books existed about Cannery Row history outside of Steinbeck’s namesake novel. “I stepped into one of the last opportunities like this in the world,” Hemp says. |
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Live and On-demand internet tv: (Link-building in progress) The Wave Street Authors Show with writer-historian host, Michael K. Hemp, broadcasting live from Wave Street Studios on http://livenetworks.tv 774 Wave Street, Cannery Row-Monterey Free to the public; broadcasts "on-demand" Call (831) 655-1020 for more information. |
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