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Show WtaMya EimDw? by Rick Brough Celebrations and Irish wakes "Lodestar" magazine boss Bettina Moench has finally decided to take on a co-editor, someone to accompany her through Life's glossy lay-outs and its typos. As for Dr. Bruce Dooley, he has been struck by Cupid's arrow in a spot where he can't administer emergency trauma treatment. Yes, it's a time for vows, thrown rice, and tortured metaphors. Moench and Dooley are finally tying the knot this weekend, at a ceremony on Rossi Hill that will be officiated by Hizzoner, Jack Green. The bridal couple have had more than a passing acquaintance with this newspaper (Moench made "Whaddyaknow" what we are today!) so the nuptials deserve special attention. By the time you read this, the bride and groom will have had their bachelor parties. Dooley was scheduled to have a mild stag party. After all, what can you show that would interest a doctor? At this point, we don't know if Tina plans to order monogrammed towels marked "B.D." Lucky for her, her middle name isn't Victoria. The Record is having another party on Thursday night. It is, however, not a celebration but more like an Irish wake. You see, this is officially the last paper for Becky Widenhouse, the Michelangelo of newspaper graphics. For the last three years, the motto here at the paper has not been "Let George do it," but "We'll have Becky figure out something." She has turned out consistently handsome ads for the paper. Her specialty has been the photo page. After a town party or art festival, we often dump a batch of snapshots in her lap, which she shapes into a collage with a never-failing variety and lyrical coherence. While she is doing this, she works in a windowless section of the Record office which allows a glimmer of sunlight and occasionally some air. Widenhouse is most unique, however, how-ever, for her ability to maintain a Mona Lisa-like calm in the midst of the paper's operations. (You have to understand that the usual mood of the Record staff is akin to a convention of Muppets trapped in a small room with an oil-rag fire.) Her even temperament is so unnatural that more than once, a staffer has searched for the source of her equanimity perhaps a hidden cache of drugs in the colored-pencil drawer? Fortunately, Elizabeth "Lizard" Heimos is here to continue the paper's tradition of visual excellence. But we're going to miss Becky. Personally and professionally, the Record has been a much better place because she was around. If you laid the staffers of Station KPCW end to end it would probably be the morning after their latest fund-raiser. The members of the Volunteer Air Force exhausted themselves last week, raising more money than any previous summer fund-raiser. A good time was had by all. Yours truly even managed to win a prize in the station's trivia contest by answering answer-ing one of the devious sports questions devised by Greg Schirf. (The question was, what did Babe Ruth say when President Herbert Hoover complained he wasn't making as much money as the Babe. Ruth replied, "I had a better season than he did ! ") There were many highlights to Marathon Week. Our favorite moment? mo-ment? The station asked the trivia question, "What recent political figure gave 'the finger' to a hostile audience? Someone called in and answered "Helen Alvarez." That's the wrong answer, but don't you think the person deserved a prize anyway? The new funds given to KPCW will make it possible for them to buy more records. Here is some of the new music you can expect to hear on the air: "Myron Floren Plays Blondie." All-new version of such hits as "Call Me," "Heart of Glass," and "The Tide is High." "The Diana Ross Free Concert in Central Park." The Queen of Soul sings "Stop in the Name of Love." This is followed by several cuts featuring thunder and lightning, screams, police sirens, and exchanges of gunfire. "El Salvador Aerobics." New album with a Central-American flavor, focuses mainly on running exercises. The Osmonds newest work, a hard-rock album designed to be played on the BYU campus, is entitled, "We're not Satanic, Honest to God! " "Music for Senseless Violence." A collection of themes from currently popular TV shows. Includes the car-chase music from "Hawaii Five-0," Five-0," helicopter-chase music from "Magnum P. I.," and motorcycle-chase motorcycle-chase music from "CHiPs." "Reggae Reagan." The president goes after the Jamaican votee, backed up by the South Succotash Rasta Band. Features the hit singles "The Harder They Fall" (with new Nicaraguan lyrics) and "Up to My Keister, Mon." My favorite image from the awesome awe-some Tuesday morning thunderstorm: The animals freaking out all over Park City. Picture, if you will, dozens of little doggies and kitties suddenly acting like Lou Costello in a haunted house hiding under beds, screeching "Meow" and "Arf" up and down the hallways and searching in vain for little pet-sized Valiums. On Page A3, David Fleisher writes about the results of an Iowa poll that asked people to rate sins. Evidently, Jimmy Carter would be very unpopular un-popular there; lusting in the heart after someone's spouse was rated as worse than extra-marital or pre-marital sex. We can hardly wait until they take the same poll in Missouri, the "Show Me" state. Nostalgic Utahns got a treat from an Park City also received the following episode of Ted Coppers "Nightline" program last week. The segment concerned the Christine Craft lawsuit, and the vast cosmetic changes that have occurred in local TV news. To ilustrate, ABC showed the "whizzo" computer graphics from KUTV's evening news with anchors Terry Wood and Patrick Greenlaw. This was contrasted with a clip of the 1960-ish local news, anchored by Doug Mitchell and sponsored by the old gas-station chain, Utoco. (Remember Utoco?) Amazingly, the program looked as gray and dingy as we remember it and as threadbare. In the old segment, you saw Mitchell cover the weather by holding up a big cardboard sheet full of temperature and humidity readings. As for Mitchell himself, Utahns with long memories recall him as one of the Grand Old Men of local news, along with Allan Moll and Roy Gibson. They were the Walter Cronkites and David Brinkleys of their days. By the way, you also remember Patrick Greenlaw? He was the fellow who sat in at the last moment for a fellow anchor one night. He looked into the TelePrompter and said "Hello, I'm Terry Wood." For this feat, Greenlaw has received his annual brickbat from Utah Holiday's "Best and Worst" issue. Any magazine can't be all bad when it shoves a cream pie in Danny Ainse's face for a cover photo. But the issue has even more to recommend it, including salutes to Dan Marriott, Dan Valentine, Jr., and local TV helicopters. helicop-ters. Park City was honored on several counts. "Holiday" noted that the worst film of the year, "The Boogens," was shot here in town. (Actually, I think they underrate the picture. ) Park City also received the following honors: Best addition to the local sports scene: The Shoot-out at the Jeremy Ranch, honors: Best addition to the local sports , scene: The Shoot-out at the Jeremy I Ranch. " ' ' ' ( ,;' " ' ' 11 Best view from a dentist's chair: f The hot seat in Dr. Pam Hilbert's office at least has a nice view of the ski slopes from the Hill Building on Kearns Boulevard. Deer Valley won the award for "Best place to ski (if you can afford it)." The plaudit praised the ambience, accommodations, food, and staff. Kat Combs at Deer Valley was cited as best ski-lift attendant. Her disc-jockey style, said the mag, made waiting in line fun. The "Holiday" itself should have received an award for most ironic advertisement. The "Best and Worst" section jabbed the Utah State Legislature Legisla-ture for poking its nose into Cable TV. The same issue carried an ad for the Disney cable channel, with an endorsement endorse-ment from that noted entertainment critic, Utah House Speaker Norman H. Bangerter! |