II—FOUR THE EAST HAMPTON STAR, EAST HAMPTON, N.Y., DECEMBER 29, 1977 From The Supervisor Supervisor Eugene Haas East Hampton can give you a Happy New Year in more ways than you would casually guess. Sometimes one has to wait out the passing of a season or two before the wish can be granted, but usually before the next year rolls around the repetition of nature’s pro cesses rewards us. By the end of the summer we wish for cleaner, less crowded beaches and soon the flotsam is removed by the winter's ocean currents and offshore winds. Winter seas even erase the millions of footprints and tire prints from the beach sand that summer’s congestion brings and restores the clean look of winter solitude. Then spring’s warming sun again changes the mood and flowering shad and beachplum awaken summer thoughts. The heat of the summer sun warms the beaches and increases the human tempo — fun — excitement — crowds of people and jingling cash registers. After a spell of sunny dry weather we long for a cool wet rain and inevitably we get it. After a few days of rain and swirling fog we wish for the sun and she returns bright and sparkling on the sea. Probably a one-season, one-mood town would become boring, but East Hampton has variety that holds the interest. The avid surf fisherman looks to late summer and early fall for his big moment. The spring flounder fisherman makes his wish as he rows to a favorite spot. The scallopman gets his annual urge when the first nip of frost reminds him of his winter work and he wishes for a good catch. Therefore, take yourself a few East Hampton wishes and before the cal- andar strikes through 12 months they shall be granted. And so too, a retiring Supervisor pens the last of over 100 columns and makes a few private wishes for 1978. I leave office personally satisfied in having persued objectives for good government throughout my years of service. I wish to thank all of those friends, appointees and employes who assisted me, with a very special thanks to my wife Margaret. A happy New Year to all. Across The Board Councilman Eamon McDonough The nice thing about having not only the last column of the year but also of my tenure of office is that it guarantees my having the last word. So here it is. The Last Word To Judy Hope and Mary Fallon Dick Herrlin and Dick White Thanks for the lessons you all taught To a bumbling neophyte. Thanks to Lester, Sam, and Lester, John, Who call their souls their own To Eugene Haas and Larry C., Two parfait gentilhommes. Thanks to Duane the Scholar and Andy the Scribe Without whose wisdom and wit No meeting would ever have run so smooth Nor any agenda fit. To Dorothea and Willie Mae (My girls Friday and every day) To Charlie Smith and sidekick, Joe, And Freddie Tucker and, of course, dear Flo, Tom Thorsen and Gordon C. Gene Cross and Ronnie Dunn Thanks for making my work such fun. To Mr. Baker and Marvin B. Thanks for your infinite courtesy. To Jackie Dutton and the CSEA “Keep the faith, baby!,’’ I say. To Paula and Bonnie and Mary V. I’ll miss your cheery greeting to me. To Kit and Betty and quiet Jan, What are mere minutes to mortal man? To Ethel, the queen of fiscal voodoo Don’t let Audit and Control get to you. To Charlie Collins and the Bluff Road men When will I get an office like that again? To John Bistrian and the Highway crew Remember I’m really counting on you. To Everett, thanks for the use of this column To Val, Jack, Bob and Brian my thanks in volume. And to the public who always know best: Thanks for the rest. HAPPY NEW YEAR CONNECTIONS Continued from II-l coming from the fact that we live more in the out-of-doors here year-round than I ever had before—despite the exigencies of work, family life, and, now, our middle-classed middle-age. I don’t remember New Jersey winters in the same way at all. My own delight is in the winter sun. My desk at the Star is at a bay window on the southwest side of the building and the Christmas Shetland has had to come off. We have brought the sun indoors at the house too, enclosing a screened, summer porch on the south side with glass and making it a plant-filled part of the kitchen. And, nicest of all, for all my East Hampton winters, we have sought it out on pleasant days in December, January, February, and March and have found it outdoors on bluffs with the wind at our backs or in protected hollows. Helen S. Rattray REAL DEDICATION: Notables from far and wide were on deck Dec. 21 when Mayor Fred Runco cut the ribbon and officially set in motion the works at the Sag Harbor Sewage Treatment Facility. As he did so, the Mayor observed that “The Village of Sag Harbor is no longer under a cloud from the Health Department. We can now afford to expand industrially.” Cal Norris Government... and Politics Suffolk Closeup Karl Grossman Industry need not be shopping centers and grey industrial “parks” on the East End. Indeed, if what happens to eastern Suffolk is what happened to the west, the basic, strong industries of agriculture and tourism would be doomed. Jobs are short here, highly seasonal, and wages low. Economic improvement would help many. But short-term “solutions” often carry long-term pen alties in this area. An example of new industry fitting in harmoniously with the character of the East End is happening these days in Sag Harbor, which really hasn’t revived economically since the eclipse of whaling after the Civil War. For the past five years, a pic turesque (as is all of Sag Harbor) three-story brick building, opened in 1879 as a flour mill, has sat vacant near the foot of Long Wharf. In recent times it had been a Grumman Corporation factory. Weathergear, Inc. In September, life came back to the building. And quickly, it’s even started looking better than it has in a long time. The building’s new occupant is Atlantis Weathergear, Inc., which moved down to the East End from the equally but differently scenic spaces of Vermont. “Sailing is fabulous here,” Mark Mordecai was saying last week at the building, now back to its natural brick, decades of dirty white paint having been sandblasted off. Mr. Mordecai, 27, invented a better mousetrap of sorts five years ago: extremely high quality “weathergear” for sailing. A University of Pennsyl vania graduate in American civiliza tion, he had managed Eastern Mount ain Sports’ operations near Boston and got the idea that the sort of premium items then being developed for back packing should be developed for sail ing. A number of extended sails in the Caribbean taught him what was needed. Main Problem “And the sailing business has just rocketed in the last five years,” said Mr. Mordecai. “Now we’re growing so quickly our main problem is making product.” Atlantis, of which he is president, has manufacturing facilities in Vermont and Massachusetts and hopes to set one up in Sag Harbor, which meanwhile has become its mark eting and distribution headquarters. Atlantis’s journey here was pre ceded by its acquisition two years ago by Patrick Malloy of East Hampton. Mr. Malloy has purchased all the 60,000-square-foot former Grumman complex at Long Wharf, a nearby marina, and the three-story 7,500- square-foot antique of a place Atlantis is in and is restoring. A few simple desks stand amidst the simple, beautiful mill’s space. The work atmosphere is markedly low key. One walks up old stairs and sees out of new, neatly-built windows the historic com munity below — appearing very much as it did at the turn of the century when my grandfather worked in the similarly old, brick building out the window, the Bulova watch case factory. Very Special “This part of Long Island is very special, quiet, forgotten. Like Rhode Island, not Long Island, at least to the west,” Mr. Mordecai was saying, with similar warmth in his eyes as he had when he spoke of Vermont. Would he want Atlantis here if it looked like western Long Island? “For sure, no,” he was saying. “I prefer a more natural existence.” And, his hopes for the Atlantis headquarters is in that direction, “to get it more back to its original look. To get these fences down. Put up some window boxes. Integrate it into the town,” where Mr. Mordecai happily lives. “It’s a gorgeous building.” As for jobs, a quest which is used to mask many sins these days, Atlantis has hired several local people, hopes to put on substantially more with manu facturing at the building. W. Bruce Reynolds, vice president of THE FIFTH COLUMN Continued from II—1 Jinks explained that the same verb, “made,” was used on his side of the fence. Among the police, however, it meant discovered, in the sense of an agent being revealed to the opposition. Off we went to lunch, and I soon found that the Captain had, in the course of his work, gained a knowledge of Long Island’s best restaurants probably unequalled by Craig Clai borne of the Times or Barbara Rader of Newsday. In short, much of his spying was done at table, with the County footing the bill. We talked, and I shortly discovered that as far as Mob infiltration of East End resorts was concerned, the County had absolutely no hard evidence. There were suppositions, of course, but even they went no further than presump tions that certain businesses had invested capital of illegal origin. This did not bother me much, since I had always felt that ancient family fortunes based on the opium and slave trades, or upon manipulation of petroleum and railroad stocks, were no better than more recent ones built upon drugs or extortion. As we ate, the subject of cooperation with the police, the exchange of information, was broached, as delicate in its insinuation as the hint of garlic rubbed on the salad bowl. I think it was shortly obvious that as an informant I was going to be a wash-out, but Captain Jinks and I parted friends. There were a few calls from Haup- pauge over the years following, ques tions about individuals and their back grounds, the sort of questions that we often get from other newspapers. They were politely answered, and several Malloy Enterprises, said the firm plans to rent out space for a restaurant and several shops — directed at sailing people — in other portions of the overall once-Grumman space, and build a marina, geared to sailboats in the 40-foot class. The Whalers “For years Sag Harbor was the center of the sailing world. The focal point was right here on Long Wharf,” Mr. Reynolds was stressing. “The whalers sailed from here, this is where they left for the goldfields.” He said he has gone to Nantucket, Mystic, Martha’s Vineyard, Williamsburg and elsewhere and hopes to build in that spirit, “make what we do blend into this village, not interfere at all with its quaintness.” Nancy Boyd Willey, long an environ mentalist, president of the Planning and Conservation Alliance of Sag Harbor and author of “Built By The Whalers,” looks on what’s happening kindly — although she takes issue with the shutters put on the Atlantis building. “Our waterfront is a great asset, and it should be an economic asset,” she said. “But not polluting, and not too overwhelming, people-sized, or it would damage the character of the village, the quality of our life.” times I called back with questions. In these instances, the answers, which I assume were correct, served to allay evil rumors about the persons involved. In other words, unfounded allegations about people who figured in local stories were put to rest; pre sumably, truth was served, to the public good. This mode of checking is routine in any event; to fail to do it, and fix on the printed page rumors about helicopter landings and houses equipped with electric chairs and lead shielding would be worse than irresponsible. We do hear a lot of this, and do a great deal of looking into such matters, no matter how far-fetched, and I have concluded that perhaps 80 per cent of such talk is false (and malicious) gossip, and the rest is generally unproveable and hence printable only at great risk, both financial and to the newspaper’s in tegrity. Back to the C.I.A. If even the Suffolk County Police Department found me unsuitable as a spy, could not the Agency, which found it in its heart to support the East African Legal Digest, have found a few dollars in its budget as a subsidy for the Star? Charity begins at home, after all. E. T. Rattray Report From Albany Assemblyman Perry Duryea Next week marks the beginning of the new year, and the start of the 1978 session of the Legislature in Albany. For the people of the State of New York this coming year holds great promise. There is ever growing recognition of the necessity to provide tax reductions which will offer the incentive for the creation of jobs throughout our State. There are a host of other issues which call for decisive action. I believe this will be a year of such action in New York. Labor, business and government seem committed to progress this year. But, it seems to me that more than ever the voice of the individual taxpayer and resident of New York must be heard. I urge every person who wants to see a better New York State to write to his or her individual legislators. Let them know your feelings on their efforts in Albany. I don’t share the belief that there is nothing an individual can do to alter the course of government. As a matter of fact just the opposite must be true if a democratic society is to function. We in the Legislature do need your input. Let me take this opportunity to give you our address in Albany. Note down the address, and write when you have something to tell us. Our Albany office is: Perry Duryea Minority Leader, New York State Assembly Room 933, Legislative Office Building Albany, New York 12248 Let us know what’s on your mind.