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Notes From the Cardio Ward

Posted on 12 September 2014 by Howard Copelan

Howard Copelan, Publisher

Howard Copelan, Publisher

Nothing like a heart attack at 30,000 feet in the sky to give one a new perspective on life.

Considering that less than a week ago we were laying flat on our back in a Barcelona Hospital we have come a long way in a very short time.

First of all these are the thanks we owe to so many people.

First and foremost of course is our wife Corinne. She stayed by our side holding our hand and putting up with us the whole time. Then our son and daughter Shalom and Anna who from Israel arranged everything from getting kosher food for us (not a small task in Barcelona) to arranging our flight back to home. Many thanks are also due to Chabad of Barcelona and the Jewish Federation of Barcelona for not only delivering food but visiting us.

Words cannot also express the gratitude we have toward Dr. Elena Garcia and the entire staff of Hospital de Bellvitge who literally saved our life and a huge thank you to Michelle Giovo and the Giovo family for taking care of our son Lou those extra days and keeping him calm. Thanks also Jamey Brunner Richardson.

Also thank you all for your kind wishes. We are probably more aware than anyone else that this is our third brush with eternity in five years. We promise to be better.

We began covering the Ely Railroad 30 years ago.

To be honest back then there wasn’t much to cover, just an old steam engine that sometimes ran and sometimes did not.

The development of the project in these 30 years has been nothing less than astounding.

Barring any unforeseen evidence of criminality we can’t believe anyone on the current city council asked his or herself the big question: What comes next?

Sure getting rid of the hated good ol’ boys might provide some with satisfaction but at what price?

How long can anyone dance and make merry on ruins?

Sooner rather than later one should realize that destroying is much easier than building and once broken somethings cannot be repaired.

Winning is not everything and sometimes it is nothing.

The decline in the number of school children in West Wendover should be taken as a warning that all is not well in this little burg.

Coupled with the dismal numbers of businesses the drop in students indicates that long after the national and statewide recessions were declared over Wendover is still shrinking.

That is the cost of not doing business or rather creating a climate so hostile to small entrepreneurs that they never come, never hire new workers who never start new families who don’t go to school.

Apart from having a pristine city code, there is no upside to stagnation.

We would be remiss if we did not mark this September 11 as we have the 13 before it.

The attacks of 2001 profoundly changed this country and shaped and shaded the destinies of our families.

We used ponder what might have been had September 11, 2001 had just been an ordinary day.

Now with so much history behind us in so short a time that is just a waste of time.

Here is the one truth that unfortunately we seem to have to learn again: There are people out there dedicated with all their might and resources to killing us and nothing short of surrender or killing them will stop it.

The fault lies not with us but with them.

There is no finding accommodation with evil.

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People Who Need People

Posted on 21 August 2014 by Howard Copelan

Howard Copelan, Publisher

Howard Copelan, Publisher

By the time you see this dear readers we will be in Israel.

Having gone to the holy land five time in the past seven years we really had not to planned to make another trip this year.

Actually we planned to remodel the bathroom and kitchen.

But then the war broke out and with three children and two grandchildren there we have to go.

Logically that statement does not make a lick of sense and our bathroom and kitchen really need the remodeling.

Our kids and grandkids are okay and our visit will have virtually no effect on whether or not they remain that way.

Still we have to see them, to hold them and to be in their presence.

Funny how so many people understand.

In fact it is universal.

‘Why you going there, now!?’ is the standard opener.

‘We got three kids and two grandkids there,” is our reply.

‘Oh say no more,’ is the standard closer.

Everyone understands, everyone gets it even those on the other side of the Israeli/Hamas divide even those hard core died in the wool anti-Semites.

It is a common human condition that when in times of stress we seek out family.

It is something so basic to our natures that it was probably around long before we became human.

Of course that means it is more basic that any philosophy, any religion or any of the millions of codes of conduct that have since been invented and some discarded over the millennia.

We actually have to learn how to hate the other and it takes years to truly master the lesson.

But the humans ain’t quitters and some of us learn too well.

Still we believe our instinct to be with our kin in this time of need could perhaps be expanded on.

We are all related, all sons of Adam and daughters of Eve no matter if one believes the first couple were covered in hair or shined like angels.

We are not asking to love ones enemies. People have been asking that for a couple of thousand years and it really has yet to take.

Perhaps we should aim just a little lower: be kind to a stranger.

For even the stranger is loved by someone and loves someone.

He is human after all.

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Peter Rhodes “Painless Pete” Eldridge 1952-2014

Posted on 21 August 2014 by Howard Copelan

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Peter Rhodes “Painless Pete” Eldridge, 62, passed away Friday August 15, 2014 at his home in Sandy, Utah. He was born on March 12, 1952 to Harry and Phyllis Eldridge in Buffalo, New York. He was raised alongside his twin brother Paul and his older sister Debbie whom he shared close relationships with throughout his entire life. He attended Redlands High School, completed his undergraduate degree at San Diego State and completed his Doctor of Dental Surgery Degree at The University of Southern California in 1981. He married Julie Anna Brown at SnowBird ski resort in Salt Lake City, Utah on May 4, 1980. Together they settled in Sandy, Utah and raised three children Tyler (29), Zac (26) and Anna (23).
A man who often had few words, but was sometimes good for an unending conversation. A man of infinite love, Peter instantly became friends with all he met. He was always there to lend a hand, a listening ear or just a warm hug. Pete devoted his life to making those he cared about as happy and comfortable as possible. He loved spending time with his family and friends, leaving heart felt voicemails, woodworking, fixing things, being on his boat (mostly in the engine compartment), visiting Lake Powell and playing Fantasy Baseball with his twin brother. Peter and twin brother Paul were more than just brothers, they were the best of friends.
Peter earned his nickname “Painless Pete” after many years of providing comfortable and painless dentistry to his adoring patients in his Wendover, Utah and his Salt Lake area offices. Peter was no stranger to house calls and he often donated dentistry to those in need. 
Peter is survived and greatly missed by his wife Julie, his three children Tyler, Zac(Lynndsey) and Anna(Matt). He is survived by his brother Paul and wife Tami, sister Debbie and husband Dick. He is survived by his father-in-law Lafe Brown and mother-in-law Agnes Brown as well as his sisters in-law Lori Brown and Carol Fitzgerald. His many loving nieces and nephews, Jason(Melissa), Jeremy, Ben(Amy), Lafe(Sally), Kim, Ryan(Ashley), Blair(Nick), Riki(Justin), Riley, and expected nephew Harry also survive him. Pete leaves behind a great many others, too many to mention, who also consider him family. 
He is preceded in death by his parents Harry and Phyllis Eldridge, his sister-in-law Sue Castro, brother-in-law Lafe Brown and his beloved Saint Bernards Griz, KoKo and Bernie. 
There will be an open house memorial at his home 1961 Brady Creek Court in Sandy, Utah on August 30th from 3pm – 6pm. 
There has been a memorial fund set up in Peter’s name at gofundme.com http://www.gofundme.com/painlesspetememorialfund – See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/deseretnews/obituary.aspx?n=peter-rhodes-eldridge&pid=172172669#sthash.ikEH23bw.dpuf

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Brent Eldridge 1942-2014

Posted on 21 August 2014 by Howard Copelan

Clinton Brent Eldridge passed away on Monday, August 18, 2014 at White Pine County Care Center. He was 72. Brent was born in Ely, Nevada on June 5th, 1942 to Delbert and Elva Eldridge. He was the oldest of seven children. He attended grade school in Spring Valley and graduated from White Pine High School, then attended two years of college at Utah State University.
Brent met his first wife, Cozette Lynn, while attending college and they married in Grantsville on May 25, 1963. They moved back to Spring Valley to the family ranch where they raised four children. Brent dedicated the next twenty-two years ranching with his dad and brothers.
In 1981, Brent was appointed to the White Pine County Commission. He spent the majority of the next twenty-four years serving as a Commissioner.
Brent moved to Ely in 1985 and married Linda Sue Jensen in 1992. They spent the next twenty-two years together.
Brent’s lifelong passion was prospecting and mining. This was a passion that was passed down from his father and grandfather.
Brent is preceded in death by his wife, Linda Sue; father, Delbert; sister, Mary Edith; daughter, Sharon; granddaughter, Savannah; sisters-in-law, Janet Eldridge and Nancy Eldridge.
He is survived by his mother, Elva; siblings; Gordon, Robert, Dennis (Mary), Betty
(Bill) Thiessen, Mike (Debbie Underwood), children; Sheila (Jose) Gonzalez, Christine Davy (Daniel Pabon), Allen (Robin) Eldridge, Alicia (Richard) Hankins, Tamena (Derek) Stewart, Jackene Jensen, numerous grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces and nephews.
A Celebration of Life Service will be held at the Bristlecone Convention Center in Ely, Nevada on Sunday, August 31st at 12:30 pm. In lieu of flowers, a donation to The Huntsman Cancer Institute would be greatly appreciated.

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Not Ready For Prime Time?

Posted on 15 August 2014 by Howard Copelan

 

Howard Copelan, Publisher

Howard Copelan, Publisher

In the wake of Robin Williams death we were surprised to learn that middle aged white men with money problems had the biggest piece of the suicide pie.

Since we fall into that demographic (who really has enough money?) it sparked our interest.

Until this week we believed it was gay teenagers.

We asked ourselves why?

Why are we so prone to off ourselves?

Its not the age.

Middle aged women rarely commit suicide.

Just us guys and were are not only doing it more than anyone else. We are also much more successful at it.

According to the charts we usually need only one try at most two.

At first we thought of loneliness.

Especially in our modern world with its high divorce rates and life long singleness there are a lot of lonely guys out there, probably more than ever before in history.

Oh sure there are a lot of middle aged single women but a lot of the were single mothers first and they or at least some of them have kids and grandkids to keep them connected.

We have two grandsons we are going to be seeing soon and nothing can describe the delicious anticipation we have of holding them in our arms.

But then again lots of suicides have families as well so it really can’t be that or that is not all of it.

So we began to think about retirement.

Not about retiring but the whole concept.

Know why 65 was picked as the age?

It happened back in the 19th century in Germany, in the mines.

To head off labor unrest the mine owners promised a full pension once a miner reached the age of 65.

If they had bothered to notice which they didn’t very few of their cohort ever made it to 65.

Indeed looking at life spans this age we call middle age is actually an almost undiscovered county for our species.

Until quite recently most of us never made it to 50. In Russia they still don’t.

Perhaps some of us, a whole lot of some of us are just not evolved to handle middle age and the golden years that come after it.

Back in the good old days of the 13th century a man was a father in his teens and a grandfather in his 30’s. By the time he hit 40 if he hit 40 his life was pretty much done and he could go to his maker with a smile on his face.

Sad but kind of happy in a way.

Thanks to modern medicine better nutrition and the lack of plague and war we can expect to live almost twice as long as our ancestors stretching back a couple of 100 thousand years.

Some of us may not have adapted.

Interesting question to ponder but we don’t think we will have time for it.

We are planning to introduce our grandson to Space Ghost who is much cooler that Superman and Spiderman put together.

 

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Dean Lavar Linam 1945-2014

Posted on 12 August 2014 by Howard Copelan

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Born October 16, 1945 Namp, Idaho.  Passed away July 16, 2014 in Paso Robles, Calif.  He is survived by his wife Robyn, four sons: Kevin Linam & Family from Wendover, Nevada, Terry Linam & Family from Boise, Idaho, Matthew Linam & Family from Kimberly, Idaho, Jonathan Ross Linam & Family from Clearfield, Utah, one daughter, Christina Hess & Family from Wendover, Nevada.  He had nine grandchildren and ten great grandchildren.  Sister, Sue Puzy & Family from SLC, Utah & brother, Gary Linam & Family from SLC Utah

Dean lived in Louisiana for a few years as a contractor then returned to Wendover, Nevada where he owned and operated Salt Flats Towing & Wrecking Services.  He later retired in Paso Robles, California

He will be missed by all who of us who shared in his journey through this life.

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Richard Dean Hillstead 1945-2014

Posted on 12 August 2014 by Howard Copelan

Screen Shot 2014-08-12 at 2.59.08 PMRichard Dean Hillstead, 68, of West Wendover, NV passed away on Sunday, July 27, 2014 at home after a short battle with cancer. He was born to Noah and Jean Hillstead on November 23, 1945 in Afton, WY. He was the youngest boy in a family of 10 children. He attended Fairview Elementary School in Fairview, WY and he graduated from Star Valley High School in Afton, WY in 1964. Richard enlisted in the Wyoming National Guard in 1965.  While working as a part-time cook and part-time bartender at the Golden Spur Café in Afton, WY, he started dating Iris Potter and they were married in 1973. He broke in as a dealer in Jackpot, NV in 1974. He started working for the State Line Casino in 1980 and over the next 32 years, would become an accomplished dealer and pit boss. He made many friends during that time. While raising his two boys, Richard enjoyed taking them camping and doing several constructive projects around the house. He retired in early 2012 and took on his most enjoyable role, a stay-at-home Grandpa. He cherished the precious time he spent with his grandchildren. On June 4, Richard was diagnosed with cancer and he was taken from us on July 27. He is now in a place where there is no pain and we feel comforted by the fact that he is surrounded by the family that has preceded him in death. His father Noah, his mother Jean, sisters Ruth and Verla, brothers Robert and John and his son Clark. He is survived by his wife Iris, son Seth (Keri), grandchildren Hannah, Hayden, Hadley and Holliann, sisters Lavon and Jane, brothers George, Lawrence and Heber.

Funeral services were held August 4, 2014 at the Wendover LDS Church in Wendover, UT and he was laid to rest on August 6, 2014 in Fairview Cemetery in Fairview, WY.

We would like to extend our sincere thanks and gratitude to all those who helped us during this very difficult time. It has been so very hard to lose Richard but all your thoughtfulness and kindness is appreciated so much.

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Still 1949 in Gaza

Posted on 08 August 2014 by Howard Copelan

 

Howard Copelan, Publisher

Howard Copelan, Publisher

With so many ties to Israel we are often asked “When will there be peace there?”

Its a good question we have no answer.

But we do have another question.

What date is it in Gaza and the West Bank?

Oh sure the easy answer is the time here and now plus nine hours.

But its wrong.

Actually the date is sometime in 1949 and it has been that way for 65 years.

In 1949 Israel and its Arab neighbors of Trans Jordan, Egypt, Syria and Lebanon signed a cease fire. The government of Palestine did not sign the cease fire because THERE WAS NO COUNTRY CALLED PALESTINE in 1949. Nor had there ever been one.

Thing about cease fires and lair armistices and later yet peace treaties. They are more than pieces of paper, they move time. There is a before and there is an after.

The 700,000 people who were later known as Palestinians but back then known as Arab refugees left either willingly or were in some cases expelled. They went to all of Israel neighbors with about half ending up in the Gaza Strip or what is commonly called the West Bank. Those two pieces of land were supposed to have made up the Arab country of Palestine but the Trans Jordanians took the West Bank for themselves, renamed their country Jordan and gave citizenship to their new subjects. Not all of them just the ones native to the West Bank. The other ones, the refugees, from the state of Israel were housed in refugee camps.

They became wards of the United Nations. The same thing happened to the refugees in Gaza except he Egyptians didn’t give anyone citizenship. The Egyptians kept the strip without formally annexing it and the native Gazans became stateless people with Egyptian overlords.

The refugees who ended up in camps in Lebanon, Syria, Egypt and the rest of the Arab world were also wards of the UN whose lives and livelihoods who paid for by the UN.

And that is the way it has stayed.

A lot else has changed.

The biggest thing was that Israel captured the West Bank and Gaza in 1967.

But nothing really changed in either the West Bank or Gaza the refugees still were taken care of in their camps by the UN and the natives had Jewish overlords instead of Arab ones.

And something else didn’t change still no cease fire.

In 1991 finally there was a cease fire and like all cease fire Israel got a little and the Palestinians got a little.

The hard part is the peace treaty which both sides have to agree that hostilities are ended.

That was the major sticking point in the failed round of negotiations this year.

The Arabs could not bring themselves to admit that way back in 1949 they lost and the Jews won.

Be that as it may there is still more or less a cease fire on what is called the West Bank but not one in Gaza because the people running Gaza, Hamas can’t deal for religious reasons Jews existing.

Jews aren’t supposed to be here and now let alone have a state on holy Muslim land.

So no peace, no armistice and certainly no cease fire.

And so it will continue.

Until some son’s mother perhaps a lot of sons’ mothers waked and realize that 1949 has come and gone and tell her son his great grandfather lost the war.

 

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We Are Not Moved

Posted on 01 August 2014 by Howard Copelan

Howard Copelan, Publisher

Howard Copelan, Publisher

There are pictures and there are pictures and as newspapermen we know them all.

We print them to inform and sometimes to move and outrage.

Sometimes we print them with just a hint of cynicism.

But there are pictures and there are pictures.

The pictures now coming out of Gaza are pretty horrific. Nothing is worse than a dead baby.

We should be outraged.

But somehow we aren’t.

Or at least not much.

There are other pictures that come to mind.

Not more than a month ago the same grown-ups wailing over the corpses of their dead children were photographed dancing with them in the streets giving them candy and cheap toys.

It was a spontaneous public party. Hamas did not organize it.

The reason for the this outpouring of joy?

Three Jewish teenagers were killed.

Before the boys’ bodies were found there was a spontaneous internet sensation of little Gazan children smiling and holding up three fingers and texting how happy they were that three Jewish kids had been taken from their families.

We don’t blame the kids.

But we really don’t like them either. And as for their parents whether ‘innocent’ civilians or not we cannot say our hearts go out to them.

They gave their kids candy to celebrate the murder of other kids.

And we know that if our kids our grandchildren were murdered it would be a cause for a similar celebration.

Perhaps we are too close to the situation to be sympathetic to the enemy.

We are reminded of the time we watched a World War II documentary with our grandfather.

Archival footage of Berlin after the war block upon devastated block and hundreds of starving Germans sifting through the rubble.

‘God damn Nazi bastards got what the deserved,’ he said.

‘Grand pop not every German was a Nazi,’ I said appalled as only a 15 year old moron could say to a man who sent two sons to war and lost his sister in the Holocaust.

‘They all went to the rallies and they all had a grand time when Germany was winning the war,’ he replied. ‘By the way does you father know you are an idiot?’

Back then we believed my grandfather to be a bitter old man who simply did not understand that peace and love were better than war and hate.

Back then I was indeed an idiot.

Peace and love might be a whole lot better than war but only if both sides agree.

And the disagreement Hamas has with Israel is that Israel and by that word they don’t mean the only the nation state but the entire people of Israel should die.

That includes 15 year old idiots of which I once was, old men of which I am now and two month old babies of which our own grandson is numbered. And they, men women and children, would celebrate our deaths with cries of Allah hu Akbar and candy.

So those photos, sometimes staged, for world consumption do not move us.

Indeed we view them with a grim satisfaction.

We do not rejoice, we don’t even smile. But we are satisfied that anyone who would dance on our children’s graves are being lowered into their own.

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Sandra Andersen Passes 1940-2014

Posted on 24 July 2014 by Howard Copelan

Sandra Andersen 1940-2014

Sandra Andersen 1940-2014

 

Sandra Jean Andersen, beloved wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, sister and friend passed away July 18, 2014 at the age of 74. She was born June 26, 1940 in Elko, Nevada to Donald and Eleanor Jean Long. She graduated from Wells High School in 1958 and attended business college in Reno, Nevada. She married Howard L. Andersen on June 12, 1960. Sandy had played many roles in her life. She was a book keeper, substitute teacher, bank teller, sales clerk, delivered the newspaper, and ran her son’s gym. She volunteered many hours of her life as the scorekeeper at the baseball field. She enjoyed the outdoors, arts and crafts, and playing bunko with the ladies. She was a wonderful cook and loved being with family, friends, and her many pets. Sandy was loved dearly and will be missed by everyone. Survived by her husband Howard; her children Michael (Patty), Donald (Kris), James (Samantha); siblings Kent (Bobbie) Long, Brenda (Larry) Stokes; 10 grandchildren, and 2 great-grandchildren. Preceded in death by her parents. A viewing will be held Saturday, July 26, 2014 from 9:30 AM to 10:30 AM with funeral services to follow at 11:00 AM at the Wendover LDS Church, 341 East Moriah Ave. Sandy will be laid to rest at the Wendover City Cemetery.

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