Special thanks to the generosity of Dave and
Vicki Clouse, who rented their studio cottage to be our first
office on West 20th Avenue, and whose beautiful raised-bed garden
made our time there lovely. Our typesetters Connie and Karimu
Kudura were invaluable partners for many years. Before the very
first paper, Linda Dugan taught us how to use a light table
and do layout, and Palmer Parker let us use his computer
to write the calendar, which was the front page. And big
thanks to our kids, who had to sacrifice when we weren't making
any money.
Muchas gracias to all the early advertisers,
mostly very small businesses run by people like us, who believed
in what we were doing and told others that our ads really helped
their businesses grow. Even the smallest of the small classified
advertisers were able to get the word out about their work, products
and services. And the calendar, which was free, was a lifesaver
to local musicians, performers, artists, writers, event planners
and non-profit groups.
Heartfelt thanks to the Keystone Café
tuna melts and chili every Wednesday (paper layout day) and Stephanie
Pearl at the Excelsior, who hosted some great sales meetings,
with Lance Sparks' able assistance. Thanks also to Ibrahim
Hamide of Casablanca, Paul Nicholson of Paul's
Bikes, Alpine Import, The Kiva, Sy's Pizza,
Dr. Tom Kopriva DDS and all the other advertisers who stuck
with us from the start.
Thanks to all the unemployed artists, writers, actors,
dancers, activists and politicos who wrote,
proofed, did layout, sold ads, distributed the paper
and brought us ice cream (you know who you are). A few names from
the early days include Deb McGee, Garde Welles, Sheri
Longbardo, Sue Brokaw, David Koteen, Cary Groner,
Martha Wagoner, Kate Garnhart, Shelly Singer,
Tim Volem, Larry Deckman, Jim Carpenter, Robert
Wolfe, Alan Siporin, Rich Glauber, Jack Craig,
and the Production Company (Steven, Wanda, Vicki),
Ken Hoff and John Bauguess.
Special places in our hearts for: Jim Stiak,
who died in 1995, our beloved friend and a stunningly good writer
whose wit, clarity, warmth and sexy charm will always be missed.
Jim provided our first hard-hitting environmental reporting and
helped turn the paper into a newspaper. David Johnson, who
died in February 2006, was our first real writer. He became a close
family friend we miss dearly. We couldn't believe our luck when
we realized who Dave was and what he brought to the paper —
a wealth of alternative news experience colored by his deep Oregon
roots and poetic sensibilities. And Stephen Hancock, who
died in April 2006, was an old friend, ex-lover of three of us women
and the father of one of our children. Stephen reappeared one day
long before desktop publishing was commonplace. He settled down
in the backyard with a six-pack and taught himself how to run our
newly acquired Apple II-E. A unique soul, Stephen is truly loved
and missed.
Readers: We'd be nowhere if not for you.
Maybe by now you've forgiven us for changing the name of the paper
from What's Happening to Eugene Weekly. Hope so. Thanks
for your loyalty over the decades. And do show up for the 25th Anniversary
party Oct. 25 to celebrate!