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Mendocino County Today: April 14, 2013

NEED FOR SPEED has finished filming in Mendocino County. Today (Saturday) a large crew was on the Ukiah-Boonville Road from about 9am until late afternoon. The story line seems pretty simple, as does the film's target audience. It's based on a video game about a guy driving really, really fast from one end of the country to the other. Mendocino County is the other. The movie concludes with a race from Ukiah to Point Arena.

THE NEXT TIME HOLLYWOOD comes calling, maybe Mendocino County can work up a deal that says the crew has to at least eat in local restaurants. DreamWorks dragged almost everything they needed up from LA, including a large mobile dining room they parked inside the Boonville Fairgrounds where the crew ate. A few locals got hired to stand at the end of driveways to make sure locals didn't careen onto the filming, and the company hired some chain motel rooms in Ukiah, but other than that and highway delays Mendocino County didn't get much out of the deal. And please don't say we'll get lots of tourists when everyone sees how purty Mendo is when they see the movie. Twelve-year-old boys and the learning disabled won't be heading north to the tasting rooms and B&Bs.


MORE AND MORE debris from the Japan tsunami is appearing on Northcoast beaches. A 12-foot rowboat-looking craft washed up in Crescent City last week. Its origins were traced back to a town called Rikuzentakata on Japan's northeastern coast where some 2,300 people of the town's 23,000 people died when the tsunami, measured at 42 feet, swept over and through Rikuzentakata.



Ukiah business man Ross Liberty

and Giants outfielder Hunter Pence.


SOMEHOW WE FAILED to note that the manufactured demo signs opposed to the Keystone XL Pipeline at the recent Obama snatch and grab appearance in SF's Pacific Heights, were the work of Credo, formerly Working Assets, where the well-to-do pledge one percent of their monthly phone bill to prudently mainstream protests. Credo is, of course, solidly mainstream Democrat. A lot of Credo money goes to support More of the Same.


WES CHESBRO, the Northcoast's eternal officeholder, or curse, depending on the degree of one's estrangement from the political process, will be termed out next year. I think Wes would be a perfect for the Mendocino Transit Authority, but given his years as corporate bagman at the state level Wes is probably aiming higher.

Chesbro, 1975, Chesbro, now; Carrillo, Dancing with the Stars, Sonoma County
Chesbro, 1975, Chesbro, now; Carrillo, Dancing with the Stars, Sonoma County

Efren Carrillo, a blandly liberal Sonoma County supervisor much like Chesbro, but younger, will probably run for Chesbro's Assembly seat, as will two other SoCo politicians, Jim Wood of Healdsburg where he's a city councilman, and John Lowry a former low income housing manager. Carrillo's only 32 and, like Chesbro, devoid of any discernible principle, would have to be considered the front runner. What he's got going for him is an attractive combativeness. In a late night brawl outside a San Diego bar last year Carrillo knocked another guy out.


MEDIA NEWS GROUP owns the Ukiah Daily Journal, both the Mendocino Coast's Advocate and Beacon, the Willits News, and the Eureka-Times Standard. We're informed by an insider that the Times-Standard and the Willits News have outsourced their ad composition work to India.


COMMENT OF THE DAY: “Those whose politics begin and end with rolling off the couch every few years to vote could in theory be forgiven for perceiving a yawning chasm between the Republican and Democrat candidates. Marketing firms were paid a lot of money to create that illusion. And Mr. Obama almost certainly has the political calculus correct that the bourgeois commentariat, aka ‘the left,’ will whimper in protest for a few days, weeks at most, before falling in line for Hillary or whatever militaristic, corporatist abomination the Democrats put forward in the next Presidential election. Early reports even have liberal pundits sticking with the line Mr. Obama is only posturing with the proposals, despite his near decade prior explaining why he believes Social Security and Medicare must be cut to be ‘saved.’ However, this is truly a ‘let them eat cake’ moment. Mr. Obama’s policies will needlessly, and in economic terms gratuitously, hurt a lot of people — overwhelmingly those who self-identify as the Democrats’ political ‘base.’ And lest there be confusion over the matter, in his first term Mr. Obama fully restored the fortunes of America’s ruling class at several trillion dollars of public expense before proposing these cuts.” (— Rob Urie)


VANITY PLATE on a beater pickup in Ukiah last week: “UGT NTIN.” Which, after a bit of thought, is short for “You Got Nuthin,” aka You Got Nuthin' Coming, Punk. Which is the title of a very amusing book by former Nevada prisoner Jimmy Lerner, full title: “You Got Nothing Coming: Notes from a Prison Fish.” The Ukiah pickup had to be the property of a guy who's been there, on one side of the bars or the other. From Lerner’s book jacket: “The true story of a middle-class, middle-aged man who fell into the Inferno of the American prison system, and what he has to do to survive. It is your worst nightmare. You wake up in an 8' x 6' concrete-and-steel cell designated ‘Suicide Watch #3.’ The cell is real.


Jimmy Lerner, formerly a suburban husband and father, and corporate strategic planner and survivor, is about to become a prison ‘fish,’ or green new arrival. Taken to a penitentiary in the Nevada desert to begin serving a twelve-year term for voluntary manslaughter, this once nice Jewish boy from Brooklyn ends up sharing a claustrophobic cell with Kansas, a hugely muscled skinhead with a swastika engraved on his neck and a serious set of issues. And if he dares complain, the guards will bluntly tell him, ‘You got nothing coming.’ Bringing us into a world of petty corruption, racial strife, and crank-addicted neo-Nazis, Jimmy Lerner gives us a fish’s progress: a brash, compelling, and darkly comic story peopled with characters who are at various times funny, violent, and surprisingly tender. His rendering of prison language is mesmerizingly vivid and exact, and his search for a way not simply to survive but to craft a new way to live, in the most unpropitious of circumstances, is a tale filled with resilience, dignity, and a profound sense of the absurd. In the book’s climax, we learn just what demonic set of circumstances — a compound of bad luck and worse judgment — led him to the lethal act of self-defense that landed him in a circle of an American hell. Electrifying, unforgettable, bracingly cynical, and perceptive, You Got Nothing Coming is impossible to put down or shake off. What the cult favorite Oz is to television, this book is to prose — and all of the events are real.” The phrase more or less sums up the attitude of prison guards toward their wards and their various requests. It's possible that the driver of the UGT NTIN is a local corrections officer, or related to one.


FEDS FORCE OREGON to surrender medical marijuana patient records. By Kay Steiger

Federal agents have forced the Oregon Public Health Division to turn over an untold number of patients’ medical marijuana records, according to court records recently uncovered by the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.

Department of Justice Special Agent Michael Gutensohn applied for a warrant to seize the records that was executed in November as part of an investigation into medical marijuana growers who were suspected of selling goods illegally.

“I have probable cause to believe that records from the Oregon Medical Marijuana Program will contain evidence and instrumentalities of marijuana manufacturing and trafficking and conspiracy to commit marijuana manufacturing and trafficking offenses,” he wrote.

Gerri Badden, a spokesperson for the U.S. Attorney’s Office for Oregon, told the Post-Intelligencer that only those specific records listed in the warrant had been seized, but that the investigation was ongoing.

Jonathan Modie, a spokesperson for the state’s public health division, which runs the Oregon Medical Marijuana Program (OMMP), said the state “routinely releases records pursuant to a court order.”

“I want to emphasize, though, that unless compelled to do so by a court order, the OMMP does not give out information about patients, caregivers, or growers. Law enforcement personnel may contact the OMMP or access the 24/7 Law Enforcement Data System (LEDS) only to verify a specific name or address of a patient, caregiver or person responsible for a growsite,” Modie continued in an email to the Post-Intelligencer. “The OMMP will tell law enforcement staff if the patient, caregiver, grower, or growsite address in question is registered, or if an application is in process. The OMMP will disclose patient information to others only at the specific written request of the patient. The OMMP computer files are secure and paper files are kept locked when not in use.”

Because the sale and use of marijuana is still classified as a federal felony, state medical marijuana programs like the one in Oregon exist in a legal gray area.

A similar warrant sought by US Attorney Melinda Haag was narrowed on Wednesday to exclude identifying information in California’s Mendocino County. Haag had issued the “chilling subpoena” in October, according to the East Bay Express.

Mendocino Supervisor John McCowen wrote to those protesting the subpoena, “An agreement has been reached which voids the need for further court action. No personal identifying information will be reported to the US Attorney.” (Courtesy,



Monday, April 15 at 6pm, Boonville Vets Building.

What: Meeting to discuss feasibility of an exclusive operating area for ambulance service in Mendocino.

When: Monday, April 15th at 6:00 PM.

Who: People from the County Executive office, Fitch & Associates (consultant hired to assess the County emergency medical services), Coastal Valleys Emergency Medical Services Agency (CVEMSA, the State mandated Local Emergency Medical Service Agency for Mendocino, and Sonoma County).

Why: “To engage providers and the community in a collaborative effort to help increase the level of service and quality of care.” (Carmel Angelo, Mendocino County Chief Executive Officer). Translation, to get the word out that the County regards an ambulance service exclusive operating area as probably a good thing that will get them cheaply off the hook for other County-level action to improve emergency medical service.

Background: 1. Fitch & Associates, a Missouri consulting firm, conducted an assessment in 2011 of our emergency medical services system. The report is attached above---read it! Some 34 recommendations, on history and existing situation, failures, suggested remedies, and only a very small part assessing possibility of need for exclusive operating area for ambulance service. The other parts, many quite critical, will be of equal, if not greater interest, to all medical responders. 2. Mendocino buys medical emergency service management from Sonoma County for a just-negotiated contract this year for $89,500 and for $99,513 for each of the next three years. The relationship between the County and CVEMSA are not stated in the new contract between the County and Sonoma County for provision of emergency medical services. 3. The Fitch report contains many points highlighting lack of responder coordination and lack of CVEMSA timely response to responder-reported operational problems. 4. It is important that the discussion on Monday insures that the questions regarding the effect of an exclusive operating area for ambulance service, including those parts which might adversely affect our local ambulance service, as well as continued helicopter rescue, are fully explored. (Fitch for some unexplained reason is really down on helicopters — which many in AV consider the major lifeline in event of stroke or serious trauma). 5. It is equally important that the report's comments concerning failure of the existing system in coordinating dispatch, improving quality assurance, getting timely response to personnel who have filed critical reports, are evaluated and discussed and not lost in the exclusive ambulance operating area proposal. 6. Please forward this report to any others you know who are involved in emergency medical response and encourage participation in the discussion on Monday. April 15th, 6pm, Boonville Vet's Building, AKA the Senior Center. — Gene Herr, Philo


BENEFIT for Lupe Medina (Gunshot victim, south coast) — There will be a benefit for her at the Pier Chowder House and Tap Room on Wednesday April 17, located at the Arena Cove (upstairs) in Point Arena. Tickets for this, which entails a Three Course dinner, is $30 and can be purchased in advance at the Pier Chowder House, the Gualala Chevron and other businesses. For more info: 884-4100. (I hear Lupe will have some in depth evaluation of her blinded eye to see if there is some hope.) — Mike Jamieson

BACKGROUND: The victim of the January 29th night-time drive-by in Gualala has been identified as Lupe Medina, a resident of the South Coast since 1991. Ms. Medina has been left blind in one eye. A cook at the Point Arena casino, it is unlikely that Ms. Medina was the intended target of the shooters who were arrested and identified the night of the shooting as John Ochoa, 21, of Rohnert Park, and Lamont Benito Salgado, 18, of Stewart's Point. Ochoa remains in custody. Salgado, much to the surprise of many South Coast residents, posted an extraordinarily low bail of $65,000. ($65,000 translates as $6,500 to a bail bondsman who keeps that ten percent assuming the person he bonds out of jail makes his court appearances.) Ordinarily, considering the circumstances — multiple shots fired, a person badly injured, plus likely gang enhancements — bail would be set much higher.


THINK YOU KNOW all about Methamphetamine because you’ve seen a few episodes of Breaking Bad? Waste meth chemicals are dumped in any place you can possibly think of. Fully operational mobile labs are now showing up in the trunks of cars. Absolutely anyone can run into a meth lab dump and not realize it. Many people wander into a meth lab dump site and are exposed before they even realize what has happened. Most of the waste chemicals cause serious injury or death, in startling and deadly ways. This presentation shows all chemicals involved in making meth and how meth is made. This is primarily a class for first responders to identify a scene, the materials involved, prevent exposure, and how to get away from them — and not to teach people how to make it. This training is presented by Mendocino County's hazardous materials expert Wayne Briley and should prove highly interesting. Wednesday May 1st at 6:00pm. Location is at the Albion School on Albion Ridge Road near the transfer station — 30400 Albion Ridge Road. Snacks will be served. We need you to RSVP on this — agencies, please distribute this to your members and please indicate if you will come, how many, their names, and what agency you are with. Please RSVP before April 22nd. Note this highly informative presentation is open to the public as well — we welcome you to our training; but take note, emergency responders will be given priority. An RSVP is also required. Please RSVP to Scott Roat via There is no charge. -- Scott Roat Broker Associate Century 21 Seascape Realty Mendocino, CA 95460 p: 707.937.6161 f: 707.937.0344



by Eleanor Cooney

November 28, 2012, morning: I'm sitting at my desk working. Along about 11:30, I hear the front gate click, and onto the property walks a man. Instant assessment: not a Jehovah's Witness, not a Mormon, not a process server, not a Fuller Brush Man, not a cop. If I'd been expecting anyone, I would not have still been in my bathrobe; self-employment means being dressed and ready for viewing is optional. But you see, I wasn't expecting anyone, and I was working, had been for a couple of hours. I have most of my friends trained to not drop in unannounced, especially before noon. It irritated the crap out of me to see some guy approaching my open door. He waved. Not eager to be seen by this intruder in my state of dèshabille, I stayed in my chair behind my desk, spoke in a who-are-you-and-what-do-you-want-and-keep-your-damned-distance voice.

Yes? said I. He came as far as the door and stopped.

I'm from Kemgas, said he. I'm here to check the propane tank.

Checking the tank wasn't all he was going to do. Kemgas was going to take the tank, he said. Huh? Why? Because we weren't buying enough propane.

I'd have appreciated a little warning, I said.

Oh, I'm not going to take the tank today, he said.

I pay my yearly rental fee without fail, I said. I just paid it a few days ago.

We've made our decision, he said.

I don't like this at all, I said. You can write me a letter.

We will, he said. And he left.

Later, I listened to the messages on the answering machine: He'd called at 8:30 that morning. I'd missed it. His name was Craig. The message said nothing about taking the tank, our propane-purchasing habits, or that he'd be dropping by, it just said call me back.

Two days later, along with a copy of the last contract I'd signed with them almost two years before, the letter arrived, saying that while they did “value” our business, they were “unable” to keep our account open due to “low propane usage,” and that while it was “unfortunate,” they could no longer let their tank “sit under used,” and so they'd “have to” remove it. Pro forma niceties delivered, the tone got stern in the next paragraph: We had ten days to decide how we wanted to “proceed from here,” but they were coming for their tank when those ten days were up. Eight days, actually; the ten days had started the day the letter was written, which was the same day Craig made his surprise visit. If we had questions, we could call or e-mail. The letter was signed by David Thompson.

Ten days! Not even ten “business” days, just ten days! That's what you give riff-raff, recidivists, miscreants, and ne'er-do-wells after every civilized avenue has been exhausted. The outlaw tenant who hasn't paid rent in months, the deadbeat who's been billed over and over, the chronic truant who's been warned repeatedly to shape up: Okay, that's it, we've tried to work with you, now you get ten days. Ten days was the bum’s rush. Plainly, we were riff-raff in the eyes of Kemgas, under-purchasers of propane for years and years, 11:30 AM bathrobe-wearers, now not being fully and 100% cooperative after Craig's little commando raid! No doubt my attitude had been reported back at the office: We've got some troublemakers up there on Wheeler St.

We looked at the contract that came with the letter. Parts of it were yellow-highlighted. Yep, there it was in fine print, that unless we bought such-and-such an amount of propane per year then Kemgas could, if it wished, terminate the arrangement. And Kemgas could, in such an event, provide us with a smaller tank. If they wished. And ten days was the minimum notice they were obliged to give.

I wrote back. I thought maybe a little publicity wouldn't hurt, so I sent a copy to the AVA, told Kemgas I'd done it. Here's an excerpt:

In the more than twelve years we've had your tank, there was never, not once, the slightest peep out of Kemgas that there was a problem — no hint, nothing, until last Wednesday, when violation, verdict and sentence were delivered all at once. And now the deadline is a scant week from now. For you, this is a contractual technicality. For us, it's a major, major upheaval, expense and inconvenience, a mad scramble thrust upon us without warning and in an unfriendly way, like a game of Gotcha… After a dozen years, what, may I ask, is the big rush?

I also had the fun of finding a complaint against them on, saying their billing was dishonest and their customer service was rude and lousy, and I quoted from the online rebuttal by “Kemgas Employee:”

“We realize that there can be misunderstandings when it comes to dealing business, and when this happens, we are more than willing to work with the customer to rectify whatever problems there may be.”

Their attitude improved a little after my letter appeared. An e-mail from David says, Oh, that ten days is just a formality! As long as we know you're working to find a solution, and keep us informed!

How about renting us a smaller tank?

We don't exercise that option anymore. But we'll sell you a 50-gallon tank cheap, for $300.

Not even Mitt Romney would think that was cheap, said I. Thanks, but no thanks.

So, I keep them informed as I look for a used tank. There are plenty of them for sale cheap on Craigslist — in Mississippi and Illinois. Around here, not so cheap. The usual.

On Dec. 13, five days later than the last day of that mere-formality ten-day deadline, and about two weeks after Craig materialized at my door, I have, apparently, tried the patience of Kemgas to the limit. David e-mails me that that's it, time's up, they're coming for the tank on the 21st.

"We have given you the only option we have to offer, and you have decided against it.” And he gets tough: “At this point that option is no longer available, either.” In other words, we wouldn't sell you a tank now if you begged! Do we care if we leave you tankless and heatless in December? Hell, no!

I protest. Hey, hey, hey! Four days before Christmas? In the winter? I have visitors coming! It's cold! I'm looking for a damned tank! Make it the 28th, I say. That'll be 30 days from the day you first dropped the bomb on us.

Okay, he says. The 28th.

And no early morning raid, please, I say, picturing them arriving at dawn, like a SWAT team, which I'm sure they're slavering to do. Because they can. Meanwhile, we find a small tank for sale by some nice folks in Fort Bragg. The price is right. We snag it. We take it to one of Kemgas' competitors to get it filled. We mention to the owner that Kemgas is taking our tank because we don't buy enough propane. “You're the second ones today,” says he. We ask him if he's friends with Kemgas owner Charles Kemppe. He doesn't answer: he snorts and makes a face. On Dec. 24th, late morning, a Kemgas truck appears. This time, I'm dressed and presentable, on my way out of town, am right there when the truck pulls up. We're here for the tank, says a guy who's already out of the truck and opening the gate.

No, you're not, says I. Our date is the 28th.

They leave. So do I.

Mitch calls Kemgas, speaks to David. I'm not here to witness the call, but Mitch says it went badly, quickly devolved into a shouting match. After that, Mitch says, he called Charles Kemppe. Sometimes going directly to the boss gets results. Good idea, eh? Not! Here's how that went, in Mitch's own words:

When Kemgas committed Offense No. 2 by ignoring the agreed-on timetable, I called them and talked with Dave; I called them and quarreled with Dave; I called them and shouted my frustration at Dave. Then I called Chuck Kemppe. He immediately set me straight: I was wrong and he was right. He out-shouted me. We were wrong and his employees were right, period. I had a hard time suggesting otherwise. Mr. Kemppe is quite aggressive on the telephone. I got in a couple of shots, but that was all. A fight was not what I called for. I've found lots of times that the boss is more devoted to 'the customer is always right' than his or her boorish employees are. Not Chuck. He led. My call cemented the dominant mood: hostility. Too bad. I hoped for a good-cop-bad-cop approach, with Eleanor being the softer-spoken one, but it didn't matter. I underestimated Kemgas. They were enjoying this.”

Others have tried going to Boss Kemppe himself, apparently, and similarly bonked their heads. Back on, I found this in a January, 2011 complaint posted by “kevinforesthill:”

"The owner of the company was absolutely rude and was not willing to try to resolve the complaint or even listen to the complaint...”

Okay. So. In my good-cop mode, I manage to smooth some feathers. I e-mail David the day after Christmas, two days before the 28th, say I wasn't present for the phone call, but that I “regret” how it turned out. To his credit, David writes back and apologizes for being “confrontational.” He and I exchange a couple of civil e-mails, discussing pro-rating the tank rental refund and how exactly they'd determine the amount we'll get back for the propane still in the tank.

The shouted phone calls of the 24th, though, still rang in Mitch's ears. Early on the morning of D-Day, he rose with purpose. In his words:

"So came the day when they would come to claim their tank. I would not have their boots on my land again. The tank was in a hard-to-reach corner, made worse by the then-eternal-seeming rains. It sat on ground that was more than an inch underwater and not accessible by anything big because two buildings were in the way. I rigged a rope-and-pulley system and hauled the tank through the mud and out into the open, pulling with my pickup. I pulled it so the valve and other projections on top would not be damaged, and they weren't. I was not concerned about mud. It was a propane tank. It had sat there for maybe twenty years and would need a facelift before it could be rented out to some other valued customer. From there I dragged it 120 more feet to the road. They could now pick it up with ease. They need not show us their faces. The tank was of heavy steel. The mud and scratches spoke my contempt. They would be erased with a quick spray of paint, necessary anyway because of the tank's long weathering at this address.”

You'd think that the propane tank was flesh and blood and had suffered hideous pain. David wrote:

"The entire bottom of our tank is completely destroyed. The tank could have simply been set aside to await pickup. Because we now have to refurbish the tank before it can be re-used, we must have it grinded (sic) down evenly, re-coated with zinc, and re-painted. For this, we will be charging for 2 hours of labor. We are also going to charge for the missing regulator, which was ours, the tank blocks and the pigtail, which were also ours. Our labor is $90.00/hour, for a total of $180.00. The paint and primer comes to $50.00, and the missing parts are as follows:

Blocks — $8 + Tax each

Regulator — $77.69 + Tax

Pigtail — $9.50 + Tax

Should these parts be returned, in working condition, they will be removed from the total. We will send the bill out Monday. Our terms are net 20 days.”

That came to about $333, not including tax. No mention of deducting from this “bill” the tank rental refund, nor the propane refund. Never mind that they'd saved at least an hour of labor by merely picking up the tank from the road and not having to battle it out of the muddy inaccessible thicket, at $90/per, times two guys, which would come to… $180. Never mind.

But wait a minute: I remembered the yellow-highlighted contract they'd sent with their ten-day-notice letter. I got it out and looked at it, found the “Equipment rental” section. The “Tank” section was filled in. The “Tank Blocks,” “Regulator(s),” and “Pigtail(s)” sections were blank.

Mark this petty little fact well, reader, because soon it will grow into robust significance. The bill arrived. Total, with tax: $359.40.

Sigh. So, I put together a letter to Kemgas. I included a copy of the contract. I pointed out that the only “equipment” shown as rented to us was the tank. I pointed out that the tank would have to have been repainted anyway under the “normal wear and tear” clause of the contract after sitting outside in coastal weather for over a dozen years at the very least — we'd moved to this house in 1999, and the tank was already here, had been for God knows how long already. I reminded them that they had $72.97 of our money from the recent tank rental payment. I didn't mention the leftover propane; I figured that was collateral damage. Jan. 7: I send the letter off.

A month of silence. We think maybe that's it. Until one morning a lady process-server calls, says she's on her way up with court papers: Kemgas is taking us to Small Claims. The date is set for two weeks hence: Feb. 21. We countersue, serve papers on them at their office: The contract says nothing about pigtails nor regulators. You terminated the contract with neither party in breach. You owe us the tank rental refund. See you in court.

On the 21st, Mitch, suited up in coat and tie, goes to court. David, Craig, and Kemgas office employee Judy Horstman are there. Mitch says they're pretty much yucking it up, as if they're accustomed to these court dates, aren't the least bit worried about what direction things might take. The judge, Clay Brennan, does not do the usual Small Claims opening procedure, which is to invite the parties to step into the hall and take a shot at working it out. The Kemgas crew have brought lurid pictures of the scratched-up tank, taken from all angles, like coroners' photos, including heartrending close-ups. The photos are a big topic of discussion. Then comes the question of the equipment. Judy Horstman presents the judge with a copy of the contract. “May I see that?” says Mitch. He looks at it. It's the same contract that I signed, the same one they sent with their letter, but… it's been altered. The spaces next to “Tank Blocks,” “Regulator(s)” and “Pigtail(s)” are now filled in. Mitch hands his copy of the contract to the judge, brings the filled-in spaces to His Honor's attention. The Kemgas crowd gets sort of quiet, Mitch says, during the very brief moment when Brennan holds the two contracts side by side. The judge murmurs a faint acknowledgment, but is, Mitch says, already in wrap-it-up mode and not overly interested in the fact that altered evidence, however small the potatoes, has been presented in his court. “I find for the plaintiff,” he says. “What about our countersuit?” says Mitch. “Oh, right,” says the judge, and tells Kemgas they have to refund our prorated tank rental. He awards them the amount of the original post-tank-dragging bill, minus the refund, plus court costs — filing fee, process server fee. DING! Almost $400. Jeez. Guess I should have just bought their $300 tank…

A few days later, I write to David, ask him for a copy of the contract they presented in court. Amazingly enough, he e-mails it to me. I look at it. It's absolutely the same one I signed in February 2011. There's my signature. But the formerly-blank spaces in question now have numbers in them. You'd scarcely have to be a handwriting forensics expert to see that a different person filled in those spaces than whoever filled in the rest two years ago. The bogus numbers have an entirely different slant than the other handwritten numbers and letters on the page, are done with a darker pen with a thicker line, and have a guilty twice-traced look to them. It's a really clumsy job. I would have done it much better.

I write to David: “Why did you add the numbers to the vacant lines after “EQUIPMENT” on the copy of the Feb. 2011 contract you submitted to the judge?” We're kind of hoping to sort of maybe trick him into saying, “I didn't do it! So-and-so did it!”

But he doesn't answer. Which means, of course, that he doesn't deny that the contract got diddled with. And that he knows it. This is, by the way, the only time he has not answered an e-mail from me.

So: Do we appeal? When you do, you get a different judge. But it also means that this time, lawyers can be involved, which they can’t in Small Claims. It's not at all hard to imagine the depth of the Kemppe-Kemgas pockets, and worse, the depth of their contempt and arrogance. I recall Mitch's words after his conversation with Kemppe: They were enjoying this. If they were willing to tamper with evidence in Small Claims, they'd no doubt be ever so willing to lawyer up, at considerable expense, go to Big Boy court, mow us down Genghis Khan-like, our feeble bleats about tank blocks, regulators and falsified evidence lost beneath the din of marching wingtips, and then relish the deep, deep pleasure of being awarded court costs, to the tune of thousands and thousands of dollars, the deeper pleasure of the sight of our ruined, furious, defeated faces.

Yes. I think that's exactly what they'd do, and exactly what would happen.

On the other hand, wouldn't it be exquisite to get justice? Like in the movies. Bring our plucky little case to court, against all sane advice, against all odds, but with the courage of our righteousness in our plucky little hearts! Your Honor, we have established that they have no compunction about altering a legally binding document, that their credibility is severely compromised. Why, then, should we believe it when they say it took them two hours to repaint their tank?

As Steve Martin would say: Nah.

Kemgas2Post Script: On the last possible day, we pay the judgment. For the last couple of days before that, we’ve finally had the attention of somebody in law enforcement, Sheriff Allman, who took the time to read a letter we sent him about Kemgas’ evidence-tampering. He did a little research, and did find some statutes pertaining to such hanky-panky. We’d already tried the DA and the Fort Bragg police, both of whom did their best to encourage us to just go away. Who can blame them? It’s not exactly the crime of the century. But it’s petty stuff just like this that chronically besmirches “justice” at a certain social level. So: Police report? Maybe. Just maybe. ¥¥

One Comment

  1. John Sakowicz April 15, 2013

    The Teamsters may, or may not, be the answer to weak representation by SEIU for Mendocino County workers.

    True, the Teamsters represent the lawyers and other workers over at the District Attorney’s Office, but…

    The Wall Street Journal recently reported on what might be the next great federal bailout.

    The Teamsters Union Central States pension fund has been in trouble for some time—UPS pulled out of the fund in 2009—but now the Teamsters pension fund is quickly advancing towards a point of no return.

    Republic Services just pulled their employees from the fund.

    The Wall Street Journal notes:

    “Investment losses during the financial crisis and hard times for trucking companies that pay into the Teamsters’ Central States Funds have sapped the fund of money it uses to pay promised benefits.

    “With just 60 cents of assets for every $1 in obligations, the Teamsters pension fund is considered in ‘critical’ status by the Pension Benefit Guaranty Corp., the federal agency that backstops failed pensions.

    “You read that right: ‘backstops.’ If the Teamsters fund goes bust, taxpayers could be on the hook. And how deep is the sea of red that drowns the fund’s ledger? ”

    The Journal continues:

    “The pension plan pays about $2.8 billion in benefits a year but takes in only about $700 million in employer contributions.”

    Yup. This sounds a little like Mendocino County’s own retirement system. Employer and employee contributions don’t cover future pension costs. What we lack in employer contributions and employee contributions, we have to make up with investment returns.

    Those investment returns are extremely unlikely over the long-term. And remember, when you chase higher returns, you’re also taking on higher risk. There is no free lunch.

    Remember, too, private sector and public sector pension plans alike are trying to preserve their employees’ retirements by trying to reform pensions. But is reform really reform?

    The hidden agenda is that both private sector and public sector pension plans want employees trapped in their dying funds. Why? Because when employees opt out of pension funds, a bigger burden is placed on the employer and the employees who remain in the fund.

    The only way out for an employer like Mendocino County is to chase yet even higher returns with even higher risk.

    Or we can issue more Pension Obligation Bonds which places a burden incurred by the present generation of workers on the future generations of taxpayers.

    And that, my friends, is unfair to our children and grandchildren.

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