Health & Medicine

Robert Rayford America’s First Aids Victim.

AIDS hiv-ribbonOriginal publish date:  May 12, 2014

45 years ago this week, May 16,1969, the face of modern medicine changed forever when 15-year-old Robert Rayford, sometimes identified as “Robert R.” due to his age, died in a St. Louis, Missouri hospital. He was a slender, uncommunicative street kid whose condition left doctors distressed, perplexed and…scared. Although no-one knew it at the time, Robert R’s was the earliest confirmed case of HIV/AIDS in North America. Rayford’s death was a mystery to doctors, who could not account for his symptoms. The true cause of his death remained unidentified until 1987.
Like the disease itself, this young man’s story is one of tragedy. He spent all fifteen or sixteen years of his life (some sources list his birth date as February 3, 1953 but no one knows for sure) in a poor African American ghetto in St. Louis. Of his enigmatic life, little else is known. Described by medical personnel as being “mildly retarded”, Bobby Rayford first checked himself into Barnes Hospital in St. Louis in the early Spring of 1968. His doctors were baffled by his symptoms. His swollen loins were covered with open, infected sores. He struggled while breathing, was razor thin and pale as a ghost.
Doctors suspected some form of cancer at first, but subsequent tests revealed the patient had herpes, genital warts, and a severe case of chlamydia. The infection spread, in the form of purple colored lesions, to his legs, causing a misdiagnosis of lymphedema, an infection of the lymph nodes. He said that he had been suffering from these symptoms for at least two years, or since he was about thirteen years old. When doctors suggested a routine rectal exam, Rayford steadfastly refused. The doctors, like most of America at that time, did not think to ask about homosexual contact. It wasn’t until later that the doctors noted in Robert’s medical charts that that he was likely gay and speculated that the young man refused the exam for fear of confirmational “evidence” being found therein.
When asked about his sexual history, Rayford became dodgy, at first calling himself “the stud of all time” and later claiming absolute celibacy. Still later he claimed to have had sex just once, “with a neighborhood girl,” and that he started to feel sick shortly after that encounter. Strangely, although doctors suspected that Robert was highly promiscuous, they never considered the possibility that he had been molested. All moral judgments aside, clinicians were helpless as they watched the teenager slowly waste away before their eyes from a disease they were unable to diagnose and powerless to treat. During his first months in the hospital, doctors tried everything they could think of to stop the spread of this mysterious malady. They cut back on his water and salt intake, administered drugs to promote water loss, wrapped and elevated his legs, all intended to reduce the swelling. Nothing worked, and the inflammation moved up his body and into his lungs. Finally they tried powerful antibiotics and were cheered in late 1968 when Rayford’s condition seemed to be stabilizing.
By March 1969 the patient’s symptoms returned with a vengeance and his condition steadily deteriorated. He had increased difficulty breathing, and his white blood cell count plummeted. The doctors determined that his immune system was shutting down. By all accounts, this uneducated street kid maintained his dignity in the face of inevitable demise. In the words of Dr. Memory Elvin-Lewis, who attended to him during his final days, “He barely said ‘boo.’ Finally, he developed a raging fever and at 11:20 pm on May 15, 1969 Robert Rayford died, never knowing of his place his history.
For lack of a more precise diagnosis, Robert’s death was attributed to loss of vitality, intractable fluid imbalance and lung disease. An autopsy revealed numerous other problems, including evidence of a rarely seen cancer called Kaposi’s Sarcoma. In this case, “KS” manifested itself in the form of small purplish lesions discovered on Rayford’s left thigh and within his soft tissue. Doctors concluded that the lesions were Kaposi’s sarcoma, a rare type of cancer most often found in elderly men of Mediterranean or Ashkenazi Jewish ancestry. Today KS is taken as almost certain proof of AIDS, but in 1969, its significance was not understood.
For the next 18 years, doctors and researchers continued to search for a solution to the mystery of Bobby Rayford. So mystified were they that they saved samples of Robert’s tissues and blood for nearly two decades, hoping that future advances in medical science and technology would help them solve this puzzle. Finally in October of 1987 , the riddle of Robert R.’s illness was solved, and the answer was nothing short of astonishing. New tests of the dead boy’s preserved blood, brain and organ tissue samples led to a grim conclusion: Robert R. almost certainly died of AIDS, making his the earliest case of the killer disease ever discovered in the United States.
However, as you may imagine, Bobby Rayford’s most awful claim to fame is not without controversy. Although a review of the case was eventually published in the medical journal “Lymphology” in 1973, many believe that the perceived immorality of the disease’s alleged contraction stifled the search for a cause, treatment and a cure. After the autopsy, blood and tissue samples were kept in cold storage at the University of Arizona but after the October 1987 revelation there was no further follow-up, in part because the samples disappeared.
Robert R’s case is the classic chicken or the egg argument. After all, his illness had to come from somewhere. Rayford said he never traveled outside the Midwest and had never received a blood transfusion. Since doctors concluded that Rayford’s AIDS infection was contracted through sexual contact, it must be presumed that AIDS was present in the US before Rayford’s symptoms arose in 1966. Rayford told doctors he had never visited big cities such as New York, Los Angeles, or San Francisco, where the HIV-AIDS epidemic was first observed in the United States. The commonly accepted trajectory of HIV / Aids epidemic is Africa to Haiti to US to Europe and finally to the rest of the Americas. But Robert never left the region, much less the country.
Doctors, investigating the case in the early 1980s, speculated that Rayford may have been a male prostitute. That assumption was made when the medical community believed the progression from initial infection to the diagnosis of AIDS took only two and a half years. Ironically, researchers believe that it was precisely because the St. Louis gay population was small in number by comparison that enabled the Bobby Rayford strain of HIV / Aids to die out. Therefore, St. Louis did not become a hotbed of Aids activity.
The saddest aspect of this entire story is that all of this happened before anyone had ever heard the term “AIDS” (which stands for “Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome” by the way). Robert Rayford has been described variously by history as mildly retarded, sexually promiscuous or as a male prostitute. I have yet to find any account, and believe me I have read many, that calls him a man. In his case, the medical community is operating under the same social mores society was slogging through in the Nixon years. Modern day scientists have found the same telltale “KS” evidence in African children as young as three years old. If we accept this scientific fact, could it be possible that Robert R. was born with it, rather than contracting it through nefarious means?
In one of his rare communicative moments, Rayford told the doctors that his grandfather “had the same symptoms.” This might suggest a congenital “immunodeficiency”, and that other factors may have exacerbated this problem rather than caused his illness and eventual death. So even if Robert were lying about his sexual history, there is little else to suggest that he contracted his KS lesions from gay sex. Instead, based on his statement about his grandfather’s similar symptoms, Robert’s lesions may well have developed from the inside outward.
There is one final theory about this first Aids case in America that I will put forth for all of those who love to sink their teeth into a good conspiracy theory. In the book “The River” a theory is advanced that Robert became vulnerable to the illnesses during the 1950’s when the Army Chemical Corps conducted open-air chemical warfare tests in American cities. These included thirty-five aerosol releases in and around St. Louis. Most of those tests were conducted in low-income neighborhoods, allegedly to minimize public resistance to such tests. One of those test areas was only half a block from the house in which Robert was born. These tests, conducted at the height of the Cold War, were explained away to local officials as being simple smoke screen experiments designed to shield US cities in the event of a Soviet attack.
Decades later it was revealed that those tests involved zinc cadmium sulfide, a mixture of zinc sulfide and cadmium sulfide. It’s frequently referred to as a fluorescent particle because it glows in ultraviolet light. This quality makes it easy to trace for efficacy after the fact. However, cadmium is a highly toxic metal that is even more pernicious when spread through the air. Because the kidneys absorb it quickly, it is commonly associated with kidney failure, leads to cirrhosis of the liver and causes severe damage to the lungs and body cavities. All of these conditions were noted in Robert R’s report. Also, the effects can be passed by a mother to her fetus, so it’s entirely possible that Robert may have developed the seeds of his illness while still in the womb.
We’ll most likely never know the whole truth about the death of Robert Rayford. In part because we weren’t looking for the answers in the Aids context we’re so familiar with today. We are content to label him as the first victim of a terrible epidemic that ran unchecked through our nation during the Moral Majority driven Reagan Revolution. Most of the knowledge gained about Aids in the two decades between Robert Rayford’s death and ultimate diagnosis came from research and development, not from doctors and hospitals, but from the victims themselves. We Americans owe a great debt of gratitude for our understanding of this dread disease to those who have suffered, and often died, while searching for a cure. Robert Rayford, a mere medical footnote in history, among them.

candy, Pop Culture

Bubble Yum, Spider Eggs and Leonardo DiCaprio.

leonardo-dicaprio-bubble yum spiderOriginal publish date:  September 12, 2016

I began working on this article Sunday night. It was the 15th anniversary of 9/11 and I’d been watching stories about our shared national tragedy all day long. While cloaked in that veil of sadness I realized my article deadline was already 3 days past and I couldn’t think of anything to write about. I needed a smile. So I thought I’d try and dig up something that was borderline nonsense, certainly not news, but might just make you smile.
40 years ago, Bubble Yum officially made it’s Hoosier debut. Some websites claim it came out in 1975, but 1976 is the first year I recall being able to buy it in Indianapolis, so I’m going with that. Just in case you forgot, Bubble Yum (created by LifeSavers) was the very first soft bubble gum ever created. It was an instant hit and sales quickly shot through the roof. Before 1976, bubble gum was hard and often took jaws of steel to work it into bubble-blowing shape. Before 1976, we didn’t question the laws of the gum universe. Bazooka, Wrigley’s, Fruit Stripe, Dubble Bubble, Dentyne, Chiclets, Beechies, Trident, Razzles, Juicy Fruit, Joe Blo, Topps baseball card gum; we didn’t care, we just chewed away in blissful ignorance.
What is bubble gum, how does it work and how the heck did it ever catch on? Well, the bubble part should be pretty self explanatory. The gum base is what gives it that bounce-back texture that makes it fun to chew. Gum base often contains polyethylene, a long molecule that’s also used to make plastic bottles and plastic bags. As you can imagine, each company keeps their special recipe a secret. What we do know is that all gum bases are made of three main ingredients : Resin is the main substance you chew, wax softens the gum and Elastomer adds flexibility. Elastomer is a big fancy word for “rubber”.
Don’t let those three ingredients scare you, despite what you might’ve been told growing up, if you swallow a piece of gum it’s highly unlikely to end up stuck in your stomach for seven years. Even though gum base is indigestible, it passes through the digestive system harmlessly and is eliminated from the body alongside other foods.
The best chewing gum brands infuse sweetener and flavoring into the gum base so that the flavor is released more slowly. As you chew, the sweetener and flavoring dissolve in your saliva and spreads over your tongue. Eventually most of the sweetener and flavoring disappear and the flavor fades away. Gum base does not dissolve in saliva, so you lose the flavor, but not the gum. But why do we chew gum? Bubble gum satisfies the natural human impulse to chew. Some people chew to relieve stress, others to combat bad breath or aid digestion, but most do it just because they enjoy the taste.
Northern Europeans were chewing birch bark tar 9,000 years ago, not only for enjoyment but also for medicinal purposes and to relieve toothaches. The ancient Maya chewed sap from the sapodilla tree, a substance called chicle, as a way to quench thirst or fight hunger. The Aztecs also chewed chicle but only kids and single women were allowed to chew it in public. Married women and widows could chew it privately to freshen their breath, while men could chew it in secret to clean their teeth. In North America, the Indians chewed spruce tree resin and passed the habit along to the European settlers who followed.
Bubble Yum represented a real breakthrough, a gum that was ready for bubble blowing almost immediately after you popped it in your mouth. Each package contained five individually wrapped rectangular pieces of gum, each piece contains about 25 calories. At first, Bubble Yum was available in both the original variety and a luscious grape version. Both versions were a huge success right out of the gate, and naturally, they spawned more and more flavors over the years: Orange, Wild Cherry, Spearmint, Wild Strawberry, Sour Apple Berry, Rockin’ Rasberry, Yellin’ Melons, Bananaberry Split, Wet N’ Wild Watermelon, Hawaiian Fruit Punch, Cotton Candy, Checker Mint, Sour Cherry and Chocolate among others.
300 million packs were sold in its first 15 months on the market, so much that production couldn’t keep up with demand. Bubble Yum became an instant sensation. The standard pre-mastication routine among early Bubble Yum users was to squish a block of Bubble Yum between your fingers before chewing. Hey, in pre-microchip days, we had to take our fun wherever we could find it. “Why is it so chewy?” was the question of the day during that Bicentennial year. It didn’t take long for kids to invent a nefarious answer.
In the Spring of 1977, rumors began to spread that the gum’s soft, chewable secret was that the gum was made out of spider eggs. Soon, the urban legend was the viral topic in classrooms and playgrounds nationwide.

A less well-circulated rumor dating from the same period claimed that Bubble Yum also caused cancer. Tall tales about a girl waking up with webs all over her face or nine youngsters dying after swallowing the gum spread quickly among kids and were naturally taken as gospel. The fact that there were little granules of sugar that you could feel with your tongue didn’t help quell the rumors.
To combat the panic and halt the dive in Bubble Yum sales, the Life Savers Company embarked on a $100,000 advertising campaign of full-page rebuttal ads printed in prominent U.S. newspapers from coast-to-coast. Each ad began with the headline “Somebody is Telling Very Bad Lies About a Very Good Product.” Life Savers’ president William Mack Morris told People Magazine that, “Fighting the rumor was like punching air.”
Within 10 days of that first public whisper, company surveys showed that “well over half” of the children in the New York area had heard the rumor. It spread like wildfire from bus stop to lunchroom among schoolkids of all ages. Of course it wasn’t true. So despite quick efforts by the folks at Life Savers to dispel the myth, the story still took awhile to die. After all, it made for great sandlot conversation guaranteed to make any girl’s pigtails curl. Eventually, the story faded away and sales again began to soar. Bubble Yum sales soon surpassed the venerated Life Savers candy to become the most popular bubble gum brand on the market.
Although still a closely guarded corporate secret, speculation persists that Bubble Yum’s secret softening ingredient is lanolin, a waxy substance derived from sheep wool. While not necessarily dangerous to your health, chewing on lanolin does not exactly sound appetizing. Bubble Yum chose Floyd D. Duck, an anthropomorphic punk-style duck character, as their official mascot, which somehow doesn’t help subdue that unsavory image. Nabisco bought Life Savers in 1981, and The Hershey Company acquired the brand in 2000.
Bubble Yum quickly spawned other versions of soft bubble gum. By 1977, Bubblicious, made by Cadbury, hit store shelves, followed by Hubba Bubba in 1979, and Big League Chew in 1980. The era of soft bubble gum had arrived and we owe it all to Bubble Yum’s successful war against the imaginary reproductive habits of spiders through colorful urban legends. Today, soft & chewy gum is sold in a variety of shapes and flavors. Although, sadly, Willy Wonka’s three-course dinner chewing gum, said to taste like tomato soup, roast beef and blueberry pie, is unlikely to become a reality in our lifetime. Bubble Yum is not likely to disappear from store shelves anytime soon.
The United States is among the top three countries with the highest rates of chewing gum consumption worldwide. In the US, 59 percent of people chew gum, surpassed only by Iran (82 percent) and Saudi Arabia (79 percent). A primary reason why the Middle East has more gum chewers than the US is because chewing gum is often given out by merchants in place of small change. Seems like Bubble Yum’s appeal is not limited to our shores alone. Perhaps that is why an original first-generation unopened pack of Strawberry Stripe Bubble Yum from 1976 sold for $ 482 on eBay a few years ago. So check those telephone drawers, tackle boxes and catch-all bins, your pack-rat tendencies might actually pay off for a change.
One last tidbit from the way-back machine before I close. How many of you remember the Hollywood heart throb who started his career as a TV commercial pitchman for Bubble Yum? Today he’s a Hollywood A-lister and recent Oscar winner, but in 1988 Leonardo DiCaprio was a fresh-faced 14-year-old teenager pitchin’ Bubble Yum to the masses. Leo, then sporting a thick mop of blonde hair, wears a tie and checkered shirt as he blows pink bubbles for the camera. Little Leo dances to a giant Boom Box and touts “Big Mouth Bustin’ Bubble Yum” to a generation of teeny-boppers on the small screen. Those teeny-boppers undoubtedly have teeny-boppers of their own now. Google it and you’ll see, it’s worth a giggle.

food, Pop Culture

The Franken Berry Scare.

Frankenberry Original publish date:  February 13, 2017

February 1972 was a busy and historic month. The Winter Olympics opened in Sapporo, Japan. The FCC created cable television as we first knew it. David Bowie introduced his “Ziggy Stardust” alter-ego during his world concert tour. Richard M. Nixon became the first U.S, President to visit the People’s Republic of China. Pink Floyd performed The Dark Side of the Moon one year before the album was released. The EPA first required that unleaded gasoline be made available at all gas stations. And little kids all over America were pooping pink.
Hospitals all over the country were being inundated by hundreds of panicked mothers rushing their children to emergency rooms and doctor’s offices for fear of internal bleeding. What did all of these kids have in common? They all loved Franken Berry cereal. But wait, General Mills debuted their classic line of monster cereals on Halloween of 1971. So why was this perceived medical malady cropping up now? Seems that four months after that first box rolled off the assembly line, General Mills changed the recipe.
The first two cereals in the line were Count Chocula (the chocolate-flavored cereal was originally called “Dr. Count Chocula”) and the strawberry-flavored Franken Berry. With porthole-rimmed eyes, antenna ears and a pressure gauge sticking out of a big marshmallow head, the most shocking thing about Franken Berry was its hot pink complexion. General Mills created their monster cereals to piggyback on the success of Lucky Charms. These new character cereals contained marshmallow-studded grain puffs pitched by slightly spooky mascots involved in a wacky rivalry.
“Don’t be scared,” Count Chocula would say in his best Bela Lugosi accent while popping out of his cardboard box coffin. “I’m the super-sweet monster with the super-sweet new cereal!” Enter Franken Berry: “Piffle!” he yells, in a thinly masked accent of Boris Karloff. “Here’s the super-sweet new cereal.” It made for a tough choice to be sure and those catchy Saturday morning TV commercials sealed the deal. Monster Cereal commercials, alongside Burger Chef and Jeff and fellow cereal mascots Quisp and Quake, became much anticipated and nearly as popular as the cartoons themselves. Scores of sugar-fueled kids fondly remember those animated TV commercials nearly 50 years after they first aired.
But what about that February 1972 recipe change? Evidently someone in the General Mills merchandising department thought that the cereal didn’t match it’s mascot: it wasn’t pink enough. So Amaranth, a crimson food dye named after a South American grain (comparable to rice or corn) whose origins go back 8,000 years. It was a staple food of the Aztecs used as an integral part of religious ceremonies until being banned by the conquistadors upon their conquest of the Aztec nation. After that, Amaranth grew wild and soon became viewed as little more than a weed.
That is until 1878 when Amaranth was first synthesized by liquefaction and found to be a powerful bright red coloring agent that held it’s hue and was fade resistant. In 1906, Congress passed the Pure Food and Drug Act, the first legislation for food colors. They deemed seven colors suitable for use in food: orange, erythrosine, ponceu 3R, amaranth, indigotin, naphthol yellow, and light green. Amaranth became the 20th century’s most widely used food coloring. A cheap, tasteless substance, only a very small amount of the dye was necessary to lend flaming color to foods and makeup. By the 1970s, Amaranth dye could be found in $10 billion worth of comestibles and cosmetics including soft drinks, candy, make-up, hot dogs, ice cream, and processed fruits.
If you are a late-stage Baby Boomer or a Millennial who can remember eating Franken Berry as a kid, you may be wondering why all the fuss about Amaranth? Well, most Americans know Amaranth by another name: Red Dye Number 2. In 1938, Congress passed the Federal Food, Drug, and Cosmetic Act which gave these colors numbers instead of chemical names and Red Dye No. 2 was born. During the monster cereal “Red Scare”, medical personnel came up with a term for this marshmallow malady: they began calling it “Franken Berry Stool.” Turns out, Red Dye No. 2 is an indigestible pigment that can’t be broken down or absorbed by the body. So, just like a penny or a cherry pit, it comes out looking the same way it went in.
A 1971 report surfaced claiming that Russian scientists discovered that Red Dye No. 2 caused cancer in female lab rats. Panic ensued and, despite assurances from the medical community that the pink poo was totally harmless, the US Government reluctantly stepped into the fray. As reports of Frankenberry Stool Syndrome continued, the media went on a frenzy, denouncing the dye as a carcinogenic, tumor-inducing agent. Americans, already on edge from a Swine Flu scare a few months earlier, were on red alert. February 1972 was the height of the Cold War. Nixon’s trip to Communist Red China notwithstanding, the US was hyper-sensitive to anything coming out of the Soviet Union and when the source of the study was considered, the red potty hysteria slowly tapered off.
An article in the February 1972 edition of “Pediatrics” magazine (The Official Journal of the American Academy of Pediatrics), cited the case of a 12-year-old boy from Maryland whose “chief complaint was passing red stools for 2 days that were somewhat loose and unassociated with abdominal pain or other symptoms.” According to the case report, this particular kid had an adventurous history of eating things he shouldn’t, citing that on two separate occasions, he ate (and then threw up) coffee grounds. So when the child started pooping pink, his mom became convinced he had eaten something that was causing internal bleeding. She took him to the hospital where he stayed for the next four days.
His 1972 case study, titled “Benign Red Pigmentation of Stool Resulting from Food Coloring in a New Breakfast Cereal (The Franken Berry Stool)”, stated that the “stool had no abnormal odor but looked like strawberry ice cream.” When questioned, the mother revealed that the child had eaten bowls of Franken Berry cereal in the days before his hospitalization. After two days in the hospital, his red storm symptoms had subsided and, based on his mother’s information, the doctors did a little experiment. After letting the boy’s digestive system clear itself, they fed him four bowls of Franken Berry cereal over the next two days, he passed bright pink stools. But other than the startling pink hue, there were no other symptoms. Doctors sent the boy home, where the mother found his sister, the lucky beneficiary of that leftover box of Franken Berry cereal, also pooping pink.
The report further stated: “It has long been known that certain drugs and foods can cause alteration in the color of stools. These alterations in color may be of concern to parents and physicians unless recognized. The following case is presented as yet another example of a product which may alter stool color. The breakfast cereal under discussion has only been on the market a few weeks and physicians should be aware of its potential for producing reddish stools.” The report concluded, “Physical examination upon admission revealed in no acute distress and with normal vital signs…Physical examination was otherwise unremarkable.”
The Red Dye No. 2 fervor had a ripple effect. Mars candy removed their red M&M’s from their product bags for nearly a decade after the Franken Berry stool scare, even though Mars didn’t even use Red No. 2; according to mms.com. “However, to avoid consumer confusion, the red candies were pulled from the color mix.” Suddenly, hundreds of brands began recalling their Red No.2-infused products: hot dogs were pulled from grocery aisles, dog food was discarded in droves, ice cream treats were left to melt in landfills — and the red M&M disappeared. As for their part, General Mills switched to the less crimson colored Red Dye No. 40 (aka Allura Red) for use in their monster cereals.
Despite the temporary (and perhaps media driven) hysteria brought on by Franken Berry Stool Syndrome, in December of 1972, General Mills introduced Boo-Berry, the world’s first blueberry flavored cereal. Boo-Berry, used Blue No. 1 (a dye currently banned elsewhere in the world) which turned children’s potty piles green. Apparently, green stool seemed less life-threatening than the reddish hue caused by Franken Berry. Fruit Brute debuted a year later. Fruit Brute was discontinued by 1983 and replaced in 1988 by Fruity Yummy Mummy, which also had a short life as it was also dropped in 1993.
The Franken Berry Stool Scare can be found referenced in Stephen King’s 1981 novel “Cujo” as “Red Razberry Zingers”, but for most, it exists only as a vague memory. Another cereal stool scare occurred when Post’s Smurfberry Crunch Cereal was released in 1982 and was found to turn kid’s poop blue-thereby creating the ultimate Smurfs experience. However, Post changed the formula and re-released the cereal in 1987 as Magic Berries Cereal. Almost fifty years later, the exuberantly silly monster cereal mascots have survived and are on their way to pop culture immortality. Franken Berry, Boo Berry and Count Chocula can be found on bobblehead dolls, toy cars, t-shirts, pillows and even adult-sized Halloween costumes. The cereal itself can still be found as well, but they are most prominent during the Halloween season.
Oh, evidently if you find yourself traveling to the East Coast this Spring, you may well encounter a Frankenberry of a different color. According to the website mynamestats.com, there are an estimated 446 people in the United States named Frankenberry. The state with the most Frankenberry’s is Maryland where 103 people have this name, followed by West Virginia which claims 1.97 persons in every 100,000 residents with the name. In this case, according to the website, the Frankenberry population in the United States is 100.0% white. Well, so much for the Red Scare.

ABA-American Basketball Association, Indianapolis

Breakfast with Neto: The ABA Pension Issue.

Neto Breakfast cropedOriginal publish date:  February 27, 2018

This past year, my iPhone has been busy catching texts from Bob Netolicky. April 20, 2017: We lost Skeeter today. May 8, 2017: We lost Hawkeye today…October 2, 2017: We lost the Hawk today…November 26, 2017: We lost Snapper today… December 7, 2017: We lost Fatty today. No, we haven’t been playing Words With Friends. These are the nicknames of the former ABA players that have died in 2017: Skeeter Swift, George Irvine, Connie Hawkins, Steve Jones, and Roland Taylor. Neto has watched as fellow all-stars, teammates and roomies have slowly passed away. His eye is tuned to the news for a specific reason: Bob Netolicky is on a mission.
The former Drake University All-American, 4-time ABA all-star and 2-time Pacer champion has been working on a pension deal with the NBA. The sad fact is, since Neto started this quest, by his count, 50 former ABA pension eligible league-mates have passed away. No passing has affected Neto more than that of his old roommate, Harley “Skeeter” Swift.
Neto and Skeeter shared a couple ABA milestones during their careers. Both were members of the last Dallas Chaparrals team for the Chap’s final game on March 26. 1973. and both men were starters on the very first San Antonio Spurs team for their inaugural game on October 6, 1973 (a 91-89 exhibition game victory over the their NBA in-state rival Houston Rockets). Most people forget that Neto spent the 1972-73 season in the lone star state before coming back to the Pacers to finish out his career.
“Skeeter” played five seasons in the ABA. Along with the Chaps & Spurs, he played for the New Orleans Buccaneers, Memphis Pros and Pittsburgh Condors, averaging 11.6 points per game during his professional career. Years ago Swift had turned to Netolicky to help chase down his ABA pension. It wasn’t much, but Skeeter was in a desperate situation. He was battling lymphoma and recovering from a stroke. Skeeter had three hip-replacement surgeries and was in need of another. Alzheimer’s had taken hold and the 6’3″ former East Tennessee State Buccaneer standout was a shadow of his former self.
Netolicky put Swift in touch with the San Antonio-based pension administrator, who sent Swift a check for back payments. It came just in the nick of time. On April 14th of 2017, Neto received a voicemail from Skeeter. Swift was in the hospital, literally on the gurney prepping for surgery to repair that busted hip. “Hey Roomie, just wanted to call you before I head in (to the operating room)” Swift says between long pregnant pauses to choke back tears. “I can never repay you for all that you’ve done for me. And uh … I’ll just wait to hear from you. Bye-bye.”
Neto thought he’d have plenty of time to return the call after giving his roomie a few days to recover. He never got the chance. 70-year-old Skeeter Swift died on April 20, six days after leaving that message. Netolicky has played this message for his old Pacers coach, Hall of Famer Slick Leonard (who still calls Neto “Bobby”). He has played it for teammates including Darnell Hillman and George McGinnis. Sometimes, he just plays it for himself as a reminder of what it is that he is fighting for. I have heard it a few times myself, and trust me, it is a tear-jerker.
Most of the ABA alumni are in their seventies now. Some are unhealthy, others are broke. Many are bewildered by the lack of concern by an NBA whose game today more closely resembles that of Dr. J and Connie Hawkins than it does Dave Cowens and Walt Frazier. Today, the average NBA salary is approaching $5 million. ABA players want the NBA, which absorbed their league in 1976, to at least treat them as well as the NBA pre-1965ers. ABA alums can’t help but chuckle at the league’s 2018 slogan: the NBA cares. They watch as the NBA sponsors days of service, visit children’s hospitals and build schools in Mexico City, while legacy ABA players struggle to cover medical bills, keep the lights on or, in some cases, survive while living out of their cars.
Netolicky has managed to shake loose some of that often promised, but seldom delivered, pension money to alleviate the most dire circumstances of his former teammates and rivals. Neto states, “People are dying out here. We found one player living under a bridge, another out of his car. All we’re saying is that legally, maybe the NBA doesn’t have to do this, but it is the right thing to do.”
On April 5th, a couple weeks before Skeeter Swift died, ABA legacy players delivered signed petitions to the NBA and National Basketball Players Association in search of better pensions. The petition quotes from the 1976 ABA-NBA merger agreement that stipulates “pension rights and privileges for ABA players equivalent to that provided NBA players.” As of yet, the NBPA hasn’t responded to the ABA petition and has refused to comment publicly “out of respect for the ABA players.” However, don’t dismiss this petition movement as just another money grab by already overpaid professional athletes. The ABA retirees are just asking for what the NBA promised them.
“We started this thing 9 years ago when most of the guys were turning 63 and reaching retirement age.” says Neto. “Back then we had around 195 eligible guys who played 3 years or more in the league. Now we’re down to 147.” And the number changes almost every week. When asked how easy it has been for the ABAer’s to collect their promised pension from that 1976 merger, Neto replies, “Well, it was supposed to be managed by a group in San Antonio, but the paperwork was never properly administered and a lot of guys fell through the cracks.”
I’m not making excuses for the inflated salaries of athletes, believe me. But today’s athletic salaries are a tiny fraction of those from the 1960-70s era. Keep in mind that an average career length of a pro athlete is 3.3 years for the NFL, 4.8 for the NBA and 5.6 for Major League baseball. Netolicky, along with Byron Beck, Louie Dampier, Gerald Govan, Stew Johnson, and Freddie Lewis, are the only players to play all nine seasons of the ABA, twice the career span of today’s ballers. They, along with the other surviving ABA alums, have been waiting for their promised pensions since the Bicentennial year. Think about that for a minute.
Neto continues, “The NBA player pension has been increased 30 times since 1976 while the ABA pension has remained the same ($60 per month for every year of service minimum 3 years) with no collective bargaining rights and certainly no cost of living increase. All we wre asking is that ABA players receive the same pension ats the pre-1965 NBA guys are getting.” NBA pensions weren’t created until 1965, meaning players before 1965 were shut out. That changed in 2007 when the NBA gave pre-1965 NBA players a pension of $300 per month for every year of service (again, minimum experience: 3 years). In other words, a six-year NBA veteran from the 1950s receives a pension of $1,800 a month while an ABA 6-year vet receives $ 360 a month.
While it is true that many of the ABA vets, Bob Netolicky among them, never played a game in the NBA, the only 2 teams Neto played on were absorbed by the NBA. Not only did the NBA absorb four ABA franchises (the Pacers, Spurs, Nuggets and Nets), they also adopted some of the ABA’s most iconic features: The 3-point shot. The slam-dunk competition. The All-Star Weekend party. The petition also points out that NBA teams sell ABA apparel on line and in their gift shops. The Pacers recently offered replica throwback jerseys for ABA icons Mel Daniels, George McGinnis, Billy Keller, Freddie Lewis and, of course, Netolicky. “I haven’t seen a penny of that,” Netolicky says.
Neto wants to make it clear that his beef is with the NBA, not the Indiana Pacers. “The Pacers have been good to me over the years. I’m proud of the teams we played on and we are still a family a half century later. Playing for the Pacers and being part of the Pacers family has been one of the highlights of my life. I’d like to think that we did our part in contributing to the rich sports tradition Indianapolis enjoys today.” However, in this writer’s opinion, what’s right is right and just like Hoosier sports fans care about their city, they should also care about the players that helped build its sports legacy.
To be fair, it must be noted that the NBA and the player’s association have agreed to allow ABA players access to the NBA Players Legacy Fund. ABA players in need can apply for grants totaling a lifetime maximum of $10,000. But those grants are a one-time benefit reserved for the most hardship cases. Not to mention, this benefit is not widely known among former ABA players. And natural attrition continues to shrink those eligibility numbers every month.
Like many Hoosier kids born in the sixties, I grew up as a fan of the ABA. My allegiance will always be with those great Pacers teams. I can recall with perfect acuity the rotation of that red,white and blue ball, the coolness of those blue suede Adidas sneakers and the loudness of Slick Leonard’s suits. And I can also visualize those star spangled Nets uni’s, the blue-grass jerseys of the rival Colonels and the sparkly silver glitter flecked jerseys of the Spirits of St. Louis. Not to mention the fros, furs and goatees that defined the hoop stars of the ABA. All of these memories make me smile. Bob Netolicky hopes that these same memories will also move the NBA to do what is right and proper by the former ABA players who helped set the style for today’s league.
Fans of the ABA will soon have opportunities to show up and support the league alumni. Bob Netolicky, Robin Miller and former Pacers and league President Dick Tinkham have written a book appropriately called, “We changed the Game.” The official release party and book signing will be held right here in Irvington at the Irving Theatre on Sunday March 18th from 2:00 to 4:00. The trio, along with other former ABA Pacer greats, will be on hand to share stories, answer questions and sign copies of their book for fans. The event is free to the public.
Indianapolis will also play host to the 50th Anniversary of the ABA on Saturday April 7th. ABA Stars and Hall of Famers alike will converge on the Circle City for this once-in-a-lifetime event. The public is invited to come out to historic Hinkle Fieldhouse that Saturday from 11:00 to 3:00 for a memorabilia show and autograph signing. Part of the festivities include a special ring presentation for ABA alumni. Sponsored by the Dropping Dimes foundation, each player will receive an exclusive 50th ABA anniversary alumni ring as a token of appreciation for the players who changed the face of pro basketball. Mark your calendars, stayed tuned for future articles and make plans to attend these landmark events.

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The ABA Comes to Indy this weekend.

ABA Reunion article photo  Original publish date:      April 2, 2018

You have an excellent opportunity to be a part of basketball history this weekend, in fact, it is a once in a lifetime opportunity. This Saturday, April 7th (2018) Hinkle Fieldhouse on the campus of Butler University will be the site of the 50th reunion of the American Basketball Association. The ABA holds a special place in the hearts of most Hoosiers. Our hometown team, the Indiana Pacers, was the flagship franchise of this once legendary league. If you are a fan of the NBA too young to remember those heady days of the ABA in the Circle City, then you need to get to Hinkle from 11 AM to 3 PM on Saturday and see these legends in the flesh for yourselves.
The reunion is being hosted by and benefits the Dropping Dimes Foundation (https://droppingdimes.org/) an Indiana not-for-profit 501(c)(3) organization. Dropping Dimes’ main focus and concern is for the well-being and betterment of former players of the American Basketball Association and their families, who are experiencing financial or medical difficulties and have encountered significant financial hardship or sickness. Every penny raised from this event will go towards this worthy mission.
Hall of Famers Julius Erving, Rick Barry, Spencer Haywood, George Gervin, Dan Issel, George McGinnis, Doug Moe, Larry Brown, Louie Dampier, Artis Gilmore and Bobby “Slick” Leonard are expected to attend. Other confirmed guests include many ABA All-stars and fan favorites from the 9-year history of this fabled league. In all, an estimated 100 alumni players are expected to attend including Hoosier household hoops names like Freddie Lewis, Darnell Hellman, Billy Keller, Don Buse, Jerry Harkness, Billy Knight, Donnie Freeman, Len Elmore and Dave Robisch. Other hardcourt heroes like Mack Calvin, Willie Wise, Darel Carrier, Chuck Williams, Al Smith, Ralph Simpson and Jim Eakins will also visit the scene of past battles on the hardwood.
Starting at 11 AM, each ABA alumni player in attendance will be presented with a special 50th anniversary ring in appreciation of their years of service in the league. Dave “The King” Wilson will act as emcee for the ring presentation ceremony with Senator Joe Donnelly, Mayor Joe Hogsett, Congresswoman Susan Brooks, Rupert Boneham from Survivor and Councillors Mike McQuillen and Vop Osili are scheduled to act as presenters. Butler mascot Blue III will also be on hand to “present” a few of the rings.
As part of the event, there will be a sports memorabilia and card show going on for fans at the same time. The card show is being managed by J & J All-Star sports cards of Indianapolis (www.jjallstarsportscards.com). Local eastside artist Shane Young (aka Fitz) will be painting an original piece of artwork on site to commemorate the occassion. Several local Girl Scout troops will be on hand to assist the ABA veterans. There will be trivia, history, memories and plenty of picture taking opportunities in what is sure to be the last time this collective group of O-G ABA ballers assemble in one place.
Dropping Dimes will have commemorative 50th anniversary pennants and basketballs for sale at the event and there will be an opportunity for the public to get autographs from the players for a nominal fee. The autograph fee benefits dropping dimes and is tax deductible. Admission is $10 at the door. Children aged 14 and under are free.
You may wonder, what is my interest in the 50th anniversary of the ABA? Well, over 20 years ago I co-hosted the 30th anniversary gathering of the ABA at the Hoosier Dome in Indianapolis. Along with my friends Bob Netolicky and Dick Tinkham, we hosted around 75 former players over an August weekend in 1997. Nothing like that had ever been attempted before and we really never expected it to be attempted again. Neto and I were surprised some eight weeks ago when we were contacted by the guys at Dropping Dimes to organize this Saturday event at Hinkle.
I have been a fan of the ABA since I was a little kid and when the league folded I knew basketball would never be the same for me. It didn’t hurt that I was growing up in a city where the hometown team was always winning championships. Times were different then and so were the players. It was not uncommon to run into Pacers players in the grocery stores, restaurants and schools. They seemed more like neighbors than stars. The game in the ABA was different, with the red, white and blue ball and a three-point shot, it was way more exciting.
I’ve spoken many times in past columns about how my family would take me down to the state fairgrounds Coliseum and drop me off while they scooted over to the Tee-Pee restaurant for coffee and pie. I never had a ticket but somehow always managed to sneak inside. During those non-PC days the Coliseum allowed ticket holders to smoke cigarettes, cigars and pipes during games. There was always a thick cloud of smoke hanging about 12 to 14 feet above the court. I can still remember when Billy Keller would bring that ball up court as coach Slick Leonard yelled “Go for three Billy, shoot the three.” Keller’s high arcing shot would disappear into that cloud of smoke momentarily only to reappear a little farther down the cloud bank before swishing through the net. I know smoking is bad for you, but you know, that was a thing of beauty.
During that 1997 reunion, I was fortunate enough to witness epic scenes and visit with players that are no longer with us. I remember Marvin “Bad News” Barnes talking to Bob Costas about plane flights and time changes as if it were a time machine that Barnes wanted no part of. I remember Kokomo high school prep star Jim “Goose” Ligon walking around the room with a smile as big as the moon on his face. Goose was being led by the arm because he could barely see. But he insisted on being there for every moment because he knew he would soon be blind. Goose died less than seven years later in 2004.
I remember Gabe Rubin and Connie Hawkins spotting one another from across the room and coming together in a heartfelt embrace that ended with both men sobbing like children. Only the truest of fans with knowledge of the backstory understood the significance of this special moment. During Connie Hawkins’ freshman year at Iowa, he was a victim of the hysteria surrounding a point-shaving scandal that had started in New York City, Despite the fact that Connie was never involved in any conspiracy, he was kicked out of college and banned from the NBA.
By that 1967-68 first year launch of the ABA, Hawkins found himself playing for the Harlem Globetrotters. Rubin signed Hawkins to a two-year, $45,000 contract to play for his Pittsburgh Pipers team. That team went 54-24 and won the ABA championship. The Hawk led the league in scoring that year and won both the ABA’s regular-season and playoff MVP awards. He was inducted into the Hall of Fame in 1992.
That meeting between these two men over 20 years ago at that 1997 30 year ABA reunion was the first time the two men had seen each other since Connie had left to join the NBA’s Phoenix Suns in 1969. Gabe Rubin died on November 7, 2003. Connie Hawkins died on October 7, 2017. I’m proud to have played a small part in their personal reunion. Other memories from that reunion include 6’11” ABA Carolina Cougars / Kentucky Colonels and NBA player Jim McDaniels walking through the hall as curious onlookers pointed and whispered “Hey there’s Moses Malone” as he passed. McDaniels died on September 6, 2017.
Other notable attendee losses from that reunion include Marvin Barnes, Maurice Lucas, Zelmo Beaty and Mel Daniels, I remember Roger Brown and Walt Simon just barely missed attending that 1997 reunion, passing mere weeks before the event. I make these observations not to be morbid, but rather to illustrate the point that although mortals pass, memories last forever. Don’t miss your opportunity to revisit memories of your childhood, reconnect with heroes from the past and create some moments to remember of your very own. Come out and see us next Saturday. Tell ’em Al sent ya.
Date/Time: Saturday, April 7, 2018 9:00 am – 3:00 pm Location: Hinkle Fieldhouse 510 W. 49th St. Indianapolis, IN 46208
Schedule: 9:00: Doors Open & Trading Card Show Begins. 11:00: ABA Players Arrive 11:00-12:30: Ring Presentation Ceremony
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