Cheating Death to Make Phones Ring

Lester Harris, a repairman for Southwestern Bell, had a job that has to be just one twitch short of crazy. Seems like hunters and people with more bullets than brains like to use the telephone cable across the Diversion Channel for target practice.

When I did this story for The Missourian August 16, 1965, Jack Hogan, outside plant foreman for SW Bell, said that the cable had been put out of service 36 times in the previous three of four years. Some times only a couple of wires would be clipped, but on one occasion, the airport and the FAA Flight Service Station were knocked out for more than two hours, something that made the FBI cranky.

Lester Harris gets the call

When the phones go dead, Lester Harris is the guy they’d call out.

He had some high-tech equipment that would help pinpoint a break by detecting leaks in the pressurized cable.

But, shootings had been so common on this stretch of cable that he generally relied on a low-tech solution: he’d walk up and down the area until he spotted some fresh shell casings. The break wouldn’t be far away.

Causing damage to the circuits feeding the airport could net the shooter a $10,000 find and up to 10 years in federal prison.

“We don’t want to see anyone get in trouble, but when they start shooting at the cable running service to the airport, they’re endangering lives and there’s nothing funny about that.

Is the break near a pole?

If the break is near a pole, the repair can be made fairly simply working with a climbing belt and spikes.

Break out the cable buggy

If the break is away from a pole, then it’s time to break out the cable buggy. Think of a child’s swing suspended by two short chains attached to little pulley-like wheels. The telephone cable is suspended from a wire cable. The cable buggy rides on that wire cable and Lester rides on the “swing.”

Climbing aboard the buggy

Let’s put this in some kind of perspective: the reason Lester is there is because someone has been shooting at the telephone cable. Phone wire is softer and more delicate than the wire support cable, but who is to say that some stray bullets haven’t nicked some of THOSE wire strands, too, weakening it?

“I’d be a goner”

Soon, Lester is suspended 60 feet above the dark and muddy Diversion Channel on from a small wire cable that may or may not be damaged by gunfire.  “If I would slip off the board with all my equipment on and fall into the channel, I’d be a goner,” he said.

Splicing the line isn’t too bad in the summer, he said. Getting called out at 2 .m. to repair a shotgun-riddled cable in the middle of an ice storm is another story, though. On another night, when the river was high and the wind was blowing, he got “seasick” riding the buggy.

“People just don’t think,” he said. They just don’t realize the damage they can do by shooting at a cable.”

Working the Huck Finn Beat

The Mississippi River that boiled past Cape Girardeau in the 1960s wasn’t a waterway for skiing and other recreations pursuits. Sewage treatment upstream was minimal in the days when the solution to pollution was dilution.

The first time a water skiier saw the unspeakable goop that was splashed up on the sides of of his ski boat was probably the last time he dipped himself into the ooze.

Our Mississippi was a working river

No, our Mississippi was a working man’s river, full of massive tows of coal, grain and concrete going to build and feed this great land.

It was also a challenge to the adventuresome.

Adventure on the Mississippi

It was my phone that would ring early in the morning or late at night when someone spotted a raft, an innertube, a kayak or a canoe pulling into the wharf. Since I was a two-fer – a combination reporter/photgrapher – it meant that two people didn’t have to head down to the river.

I couldn’t find The Missourian story about these two guys pausing at Cape on their journey south. I know I did a story, but I don’t know when it ran, and Google Archives didn’t have it indexed. I used every search term I could think of: raft, rafters, Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, journey, adventure…. and came up blank.

Two college girls happy to abandon quest

I DID find a story about Miss Marrianne Ahrne, 21, of Falkoping, Sweden, and Miss Betty Kozak, 19, of Downwers Grove, IL, in the June 17, 1961, Missourian.

They started out from St. Louis headed to Cape, but were turned back by the Coast Guard because they were using a flimsy plastic raft. The next day, they hit the river with a more substantial rubber raft, two cans of beans, two cans of spaghetti, blankets, blue jeans and bathing suits, “contemplating an idyllic float on the Mississippi River, golden brown sun tans and the good life.”

It wasn’t long before they hit a storm that almost swamped them. They were rescued by a northbound towboat, which handed them off to the southbound Motor Vessel Illinois, which took them as far as Chester.

Cold, miserable and bug-bit

Another storm stranded them on a sandbar where they were spent the night soaking wet and covered with mosquitoes. They decided to wade through ankle-deep mud to see if they could find help. Unfortunately, they saw no sign of life at the only building they came to.

The next morning, scratched, bruised and covered with mosquito bites, they made it down near Wittenburg, where a farmer gave them a ride to Cape. They cleaned up at the St. Charles Hotel, shipped their baggage by rail and abandoned their river adventure.

Did they make it to New Orleans?

These guys seemed a little better prepared than the hapless Misses Ahrne and Kozak. I wonder if they made it all the way to the Gulf of Mexico. I also wonder how many cub reporters interviewed them along the way.

Comcast and Snow Leave Me Cold

I spent the evening dealing with Comcast because our Internet connection was down.

We were bleeding edge early adopters of DSL when BellSouth first rolled it out in South Florida. It took a very frustrating year or so to get it working, but then it was great for about the next five years. Unfortunately, ATT and BellSouth merged, so it went down the tubes, along with everything else ATT touched.

ATT / BellSouth merger

The BellSouth and ATT merger worked like putting a frog in a blender: what came out was still a frog, but it wasn’t the frog that you knew and loved, and it no longer worked like a frog.

When our service went up and down many times a day and we couldn’t get any satisfaction, we pulled the plug on the New ATT.

We have a Comcast Business Account

Because my wife and I depend on a reliable Internet connection, we signed up for a Comcast business preferred account that was supposed to insure us higher speeds, more reliability and faster support. That’s great, except the telephone number business customers are supposed to call gave me an error message then hung up on me three times tonight.

When I called the number for residential customers, the very nice people TRANSFERRED me to the same number I had been dialing, which meant that I went around the block three more times.

Tech blew the dust out of the lines

Finally, I got a supervisor who managed to get me to a nice tech who blew the dust out of the lines or something and restored our service.  Since he didn’t have any explanation for why we went down (or why we came back up), he’s going to send a tech out Monday afternoon.

The experience left me about as cold as the snow on the back of this Ford Groves College High Driver Ed car.

Mother Nature’s Splash Park

The Missourian had a story saying that the new Cape Splash Family Aquatic Center – AKA the water park –  saw more than 106,000 visitors during its first season. Record high temperatures, no rain and the novelty of a new park probably contributed to the crowds.

Hubble Creek Splash Park in the 60s

Before we had any formal water parks, including the Lickitysplit Water Slide, located between Cape and Jackson, we had the Hubble Creek Splash Park.

Actually, it didn’t have a name it was just “Hey, Mom, we’re going down to play in the creek.”

Jackson’s Hubble Creek in 2010

The water’s higher and it’s a slightly different angle, but the creek looks about the same four decades later.

First Jackson Pool built by WPA in 1938

You can see Hubble Creek curving through the park between the swimming pool and the Jackson Drive-in.

The aging Capaha Park pool saw a drop in patrons this summer, but the Jackson pool drew more swimmers than last year.

Jackson’s first pool was built in 1938 as a WPA project. It replaced the drive-in theater in 1976.