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From a blanket outside the gates of the Raoul Wallenberg Shell in Overton Park, Christina Campbell watches the spectacle that was Memphis’ Earth Day celebration last weekend.

Environmental and social activists, midwives, neo-hippies, Buddhists, pagans, artists, and craftsmen gathered among families, food, Frisbees, and music in a two-day celebration of the planet and grassroots efforts to prevent its destruction by neglect and greed.

Campbell attends every year to spend time with her family, enjoy the weather, and listen to some of Memphis’ best bands. Looking out over a park full of people, she wonders why this type of gathering doesn’t happen every weekend.

“This could be the best thing that has happened to Memphis,” Campbell says, “if we all came and hung out with our dogs and kids and had a good time.”

The reason every weekend can’t be Earth Day is simple, organizers say. Just as with the environmental movement, where everyone enjoys the benefits of clean air and water, only a small group of people are willing to put in the time and effort to make it happen.

Conceived in the 1970s, Earth Day celebrations were staged across the country as Americans began to realize the harmful effects of industrial pollution. Federal clean-air and water laws resulted — this country’s best example of how hard-working, organized citizens can demand legislation, according to festival organizer Scott Banbury.

“People don’t realize how bad it was,” Banbury says. “You could wake up and find a layer of soot on your car from coal-burning power plants. Fish couldn’t survive in the rivers. We’ve come a long way, but loopholes and grandfathering clauses keep us out of full [regulatory] compliance.”

Under a tree at the back of the shell grounds, Melissa Stallings gives out information about her career as a “birthing” assistant and on the presence of dangerous chemicals in everything from cleaning products to fruits. She’s one of many people who set up a booth to inform the public about their chosen battle in the war to save the planet.

Advocating natural births isn’t going to make much money for Stallings or hospitals, but she believes the traditional practice of midwifery is healthier than the technology used in the majority of American births.

“If you can change the world one baby at a time and make it more healthy and connected to its mother, it will in turn be more connected to its planet and community and be more likely to give something back,” Stallings says.

Between the music, ranging from Native-American chanting to pseudo-German robotic techno, was a demonstration of a Chinese exercise system called falun dafa. Similar to the gentle, flowing movements of tai chi, falun dafa is a self-improvement program that in seven years has, according to practitioner Annie Wu, attracted 100 million Chinese followers.

“When I was younger I was weak, got sick easily, and always had constipation, stomach ache,” says Wu. “But when I started the practice, it was gone like a miracle.”

Wu says that the new-found health benefits have saved the Chinese government on medical expenses but that 400 people have been tortured to death and many others oppressed by the Chinese government. She blames the crackdown on the government’s fear that healthy people won’t be as easily controlled by the state.

Among the others present at Earth Day were a reproductive clinic, the Midtown Food Cooperative, and craftspeople selling handmade furniture, soaps, salves, and candles. The most ironic coupling was the pagan sword salesman set up next to the Mid-South Peace and Justice Center.

Even the shell itself is run according to grassroots principles these days. John Larkin has put on shows at the shell since 1985, largely from donations from events such as Earth Day. The 66-year-old shell won’t reach its potential, he says, until the city gives its nonprofit group a management contract so they can get capital-improvement loans for the historic structure. Other nonprofits have contracts with the city, Larkin says. He contends the shell could be one of Memphis’ greatest attractions if the city would give his group the authority to get loans and make improvements.

“We put out sound 40 times a year for 40,000 people on a budget of less than $15,000,” Larkin says. “What did Mud Island [amphitheater] do last year and how much money did the city spend on that?”

While organizer Banbury is proud of the work done to fight toxic pollution in Memphis neighborhoods, he says the environmental movement hasn’t caught on here like it has around the country. He suspects Memphians aren’t involved because they think their drinking water is safe and don’t realize the value of resources like the Wolf River and nearby forests.

Audubon Society and Sierra Club memberships are growing, he says, but there are only two paid environmentalists and a handful of committed volunteers working in the city.

A candidate for county commission, Banbury is a custom woodworker and active environmentalist. He says he’d like to see Earth Day happen every weekend, but there would have to be many more volunteers to help carry the work load.

I volunteered to help with Earth Day again this year and was assigned garbage duty. A nearby trashcan filled quickly, and I had trouble extracting the bag.

Several people flung garbage in my direction and kept walking, while another told me not to worry about it. As I struggled, a fellow from a local Vietnamese Buddhist temple came over to help. Though we didn’t speak the same language, we shared a common goal and took out the trash together.

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The Andy Grooms Band at Young Avenue Deli. And now I must evaporate. As always, I really don t care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you can import some of those attack monkeys to Cordova, I m sure I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to blow this dump and go sit in front of The Pyramid and weep.

T.S.

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SELLING THE FLAG

And now for the latest news from the junk-food industry: Red, white, and blue star-shaped marshmallow Peeps are coming to a grocery store near you. They taste just like the yellow chick-shaped Peeps that have become a staple of Easter baskets everywhere, only being red, white, and blue (and star-shaped), they are more patriotic. Here is an example of how you can use these Peeps to decorate a patriotic cake.

And speaking of patriotic peeps, check this out:

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MAYORS BOOST SCROGGS, DUBIOUS ON TASK FORCE

Lakeland mayor Scott Carmichael, county mayoral candidate LarryScroggs, Bartlett mayor Ken Fulmar, Scroggs aide Eliot Cohen, and Germantown mayor Sharon Goldsworthy met Wednesday morning at Bartlett City Hall.

The mayors of Shelby County’s municipalities agree on a few matters, it seems. One is the candidacy for Shelby County mayor of Germantown state Representative Larry Scroggs,who is running in the Republican primary.

Another is that they have increasing doubts about the task-force proposal on single-source funding for city and county schools which was released last week..

Their views about the latter issue are for the most part shared by Scroggs, who was formally endorsed by five of the mayors at a Wednesday morning press conference at Bartlett City Hall. Endorsements came from Bartlett mayor Ken Fulmar, Lakeland mayor Scott Carmichael, and Germantown mayor Sharon Goldsworthy, all of whom were on hand, as well as from Arlington mayor George HortonLinda Kerley, who were absent.

(Millington mayor George Harvell,whose wife is a prospective county school-board candidate, is not endorsing a candidate for mayor.)

What the mayors and Scroggs agreed on Thursday was that initial enthusiasm in the outer county for the task-force proposal should be subjected to serious second thoughts. The mayors on hand had doubts about such matters as a provision in the task-force proposal giving the county commission authority over school bonds. “That in a sense makes the decision unrepresentative of the county school population, since only three commissioners directly represent the area,” Goldsworthy said. She and the others also expressed concern that they were not consulted directly in the formulation of the proposals and that the task-force proposal might shift too much of the schools’ tax burden from business and industry to suburban homeowners.

The mayors’ endorsement of Scroggs followed by two days an endorsement of the legislator’s mayoral candidacy by the Republican members of the General Assembly.

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STRANGER THAN FICTION

DYERSBURG, Tenn. — As an attorney in Dyersburg, Charles Kelly has seen his share of strange cases come his way. But the case of the heavyweight championship fight may be the strangest one yet.

About a month ago Kelly, a 1960 graduate of Central High School in Memphis, got a call from boxing promoter Brian Young in Nashville. The question: Could Kelly find investors to put up the crucial $12.5 million site fee for the Mike Tyson/Lennox Lewis fight, and could he do it one week?

The laid-back, silver-haired lawyer with a stack of business cards for a crappie fishing guide on his desk pulled it off. Now the only thing more surprising than a heavyweight title fight in Memphis may be that the financing is coming from some unusual sources in Dyersburg.

“It’s strange,” admits Kelly, who is about to add well-known Memphis defense attorney and part-time actor/comedian Wayne “Cousin Bubba” Emmons to his office. “I have wondered what am I doing with this in Dyersburg, Tennessee, 80 miles away from Memphis.”

Stranger than fiction, maybe. What we have so far is a heavyweight championship fight (not recognized by some boxing associations) being held in Memphis after being turned down by Las Vegas and New York, pre-staged at two Tunica casinos, promoted by novices from Nashville, and financed by, among others, a Dyersburg businessman convicted of bank fraud 15 years ago. All that plus Mike Tyson, who is so unpredictable that there is talk of holding separate weigh-ins for the fighters lest there be another brawl.

Kelly was referred to Young by a former Kelly-client they won’t identify. And while Kelly is willing to talk about his involvement, most of the investors aren’t. The site fee is a standard requirement for a big fight, but negative public reaction to convicted rapist and ear-biter Tyson coupled with reticence on the part of fight investors in this northwest Tennessee town of 20,000 people has made it difficult to pin down details.

Last week Kelly said First Citizens National Bank in Dyersburg, headquartered just across the street from the historic courthouse square and Civil War monument, was issuing letters of credit for the investors. But bank officials denied knowing anything about that when visited by a reporter, although bank personnel seemed familiar enough with the story and even eager to run it to ground.

First Citizens and Security Bank, Dyersburg

On Sunday, the local newspaper, the Dyersburg State-Gazette, following up on last week’s story in the Flyer, reported that First Citizens and Security Bank did issue the letters of credit. The newspaper said the banks declined comment.

Kelly said he first took the deal to Don Crews, president of First Tennessee Bank in Dyersburg.

“Don Crews thought it was a viable business deal and moved forward to handle it,” said Kelly. “He was going to handle the main letter of credit plus personal letters. Then the headquarters bank in Memphis said no the night before the letters were to be issued and the plug got pulled.”

Both Crews and First Tennessee CEO Ralph Horn declined to be interviewed. Sources told the Flyer that First Tennessee got a strong negative reaction to the fight from its employees and customers, but the real reason for balking was that the request came from an outer office that wanted it approved in one day, and that was too little time.

“When you get one head of sheep or cattle on the run it spooks the others,” Kelly said of the reluctance of Memphis banks to handle the fight financing.

Kelly said there are six investors. The only one who would comment is Billy York Walker, head of Dyer Investment Company LLC in Dyersburg and former president of Farmers Bank. In 1987, Walker was convicted of conspiracy to commit bank fraud in federal court in Memphis, according to court records. The charges included making false entries in the bank books with intent to deceive the officers, directors and the FDIC and making false statements on a loan application. He was sentenced to three years in prison and ordered to make restitution of $269,687. He served his sentence at the federal correctional facility in Marion, Illinois and was released in 1991.

State records show that Dyer Investment Company LLC was established in 1994.

In a brief telephone interview last week, Walker said the investors are “country people” who value their privacy, but they’re not hiding from the media.

“I think how we got involved with this is about as absurd as the fight coming to Memphis,” said Walker. “We were contacted by a Nashville group about possibly handling the site fee. We looked at it and thought it was a long shot. It was so convoluted I didn’t see any way it could happen. But we decided to take it one step at a time and see what happens, and that is what we did. This is the first fight we’ve ever been involved in and probably the last.”

After talking for a couple of minutes, Walker said he had to take another phone call and would call back. He could not be reached again. The Flyer was also unable to contact Dyersburg road builder John Ford, head of Ford Construction. Sources told us Ford helped put the site fee together. Ford told the State-Gazette he is not a direct investor but is involved with Dyer Investment Company.

The investors stand to make a profit on the site fee if the bout goes off as scheduled on June 8th and sells out The Pyramid at prices of up to $2,400 per seat.

Kelly said he’ll be there. He likened it to being in the delivery room when your baby is born.

Courthouse Square in downtown Dyersburg

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TRANSLATION: MEMPHIS

If there were, in fact, any truth to the mythology of specters, of shadowy guys and gals that whoop it up in the night, then surely there would have to be a few representatives lingering around in Shelby County.

You know, astral projections. Energy taking shape in matter to create a mirage, a vision of some sordid past.

These are the infamous things that go bump in the night, that open and close doors or flick the lights on and off just for fun.

A fair number of people around here seem to be convinced that such non-corporeal residents are afoot around the city.

For example, each year a throng of curious onlookers descends upon Snowden Circle, where multiple residents who claim that they have been “visited” host tours of their haunted homes.

They tell stories of iridescent children rearranging furniture in the night, of chandeliers that begin to glow a sickish green every once and again. One couple even had photos on display from their wedding, in which a smoky figure (not a misplaced finger in front of the lens, of course) made himself visible in several pictures from the couple’s reception in the backyard.

Of course, beloved local eccentric Prince Mongo was also captured in the pictures, so who really knows?

At Blues City on Beale Street, some claim they have seen a spirit of some kind hiding out in the basement. Beneath the Band Box, there is a downstairs area with a secret room, perhaps a remnant of the Speakeasy days, and several people swear they have spotted a billowy figure crouched amongst the shadows.

You hear such stories all of the time. But once, and once only, did I hear a tale that truly caught my attention. That made me wonder, shudder, could it be true?

Is Memphis a haunted city?

The particular occurrence that I am about to describe took place at The Young Avenue Deli, Midtown’s watering hole/ pool hall/ music venue. It involved (insert creepy organ lick) the ghost of the Camel girl.

A certain friend of mine, who shall remain nameless lest she fall prey to the supernatural paparazzi, would from time to time to stop by The Deli when she got off work. A common habit for a Midtowner in search of a nicely priced happy hour, a decent jukebox, and a basket of fried pickles.

(By the way, I thank the South wholeheartedly for introducing to me the wonder of the fried pickle. You can’t get those up in Jersey!)

Now, for the smokers of Memphis, there is always the hope that a Camel girl will appear at whatever venue you happen to be patronizing. Camel’s cigarette girls are a fixture on the local bar scene. And for many bar patrons, these cigarette-toting maidens are a very welcome fixture, at that. This is especially so for the smoker low on cash, and left with the terribly perplexing choice between a few drinks or a few cigarettes.

Life can be so terribly hard.

Needless to say, my friend was in luck on this enchanted evening. The Camel girl was working The Deli! Or was she?

Many of you are probably familiar with the routine a smoker should follow when a Camel girl has been spotted in the building. It goes like this. Put down drink. Grab driver’s license. Make beeline to said Camel girl before anyone else has spotted her. Sign short, sweet release form. Return to drink with a handful of free cigarettes.

On this night, my friend did just that, and then went on with her evening.

When I saw her the next morning, however, she was in a panic. Apparently she had completely forgotten to get her ID back during the above process, and had little idea how to go about tracking it down.

First, she called the bar to see if perhaps it had been turned in to the bartender at some point. Negative.

The guy that she spoke with suggested that she place a call to the marketing company responsible for Camel’s Memphis promotions. Over the course of several days she attempted just that.

After about three solid afternoons spent trying to get in touch with them, she finally connected with a human being, and set an appointment to go through what is apparently an extremely large forgotten ID pile.

Over the course of the several days it took between this conversation with Camel and her actual appointment, I personally helped my stricken friend tear apart her apartment in case the license had somehow been lost after she had returned home. It was nowhere to be found. Not on the nightstand, nor in her wallet, nor shoved beneath the seat of her car. It had simply vanished.

Now, I wasn’t there to witness this next part, so it will be up to you to decide whether you believe it.

The first thing asked of my friend when she arrived in Camelville, was that she provide a description of the cigarette girl in question. My friend stammered a bit, trying to remember her face. She was short, she said, short with spiky blonde hair.

At this point the marketing maven stopped and looked at her quizzically. There was no Camel girl who fit that description, and apparently no one had even been scheduled for The Deli on the night that my friend had been there.

That being said, the woman waved disinterestedly toward to the thick, lonely pile of ID’s and left my confused friend to rifle through them in peace. It wasn’t there.

But here is where the story gets strange. On her way home, my friend decided to stop at Mapco, or maybe it was Tiger Mart. Whatever the case, as she opened her wallet to pay the cashier for her bottled water or what have you, she stared in shock. The ID was right there, plain as day, in front of her ATM card.

But how did it get there?

I know for a fact that it hadn’t been in there before, as I had personally rummaged through the various cards and receipts the wallet contained about fifteen times.

Could that possibly mean, though, that she never really saw a Camel girl at all, but rather (insert another creepy organ lick) the ghost of a Camel girl?

While you may not believe me, I was there, and see no sufficient explanation to the contrary. I mean, I suppose insanity would be a cause, but there were entirely too many of us helping out in her search for that theory to hold, and I refuse to concede that we could all be insane…

Whatever the case, here is an amended series of steps for you to take next time you are out and about and spot a cigarette goddess. Put down drink. Grab driver’s license. Make beeline to said Camel girl before anyone else has spotted her. Sign short, sweet release form. Grab your ID, and then you can return to your drink with a handful of free cigarettes.

You never know what may happen otherwise.

You might just find (insert final creepy organ line followed by crack of thunder) the ghost of the Camel girl!

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HATFIELDS AND MCCOYS

It’s rivalry time. Memphis vs. Austin for the 2001-02 Central Hockey League championship, the President’s Cup. Game Three coming up Thursday night at the DeSoto Civic Center (the best-of seven series is tied at one game apiece after Austin’s victory Sunday night). What? You didn’t realize we had a rivalry with this city a mere 650 miles west of the Mighty Miss? Read on.

These cities know how to name their teams. RiverKings is a hybrid nickname based on two of the Bluff City’s most identifiable charms. Ice Bats is a hybrid nickname based on an essential element of hockey and the winged creatures that apparently fly out from under Austin’s Congress Bridge every night, a million strong (yikes!).

Austin is the capital of Texas, a state larger than most nations and far too much territory for any single municipality to reasonably expect to govern (see Odessa). Memphis is the “capital” of the Mid-South, a region made up of western Tennessee, eastern Arkansas, and northern Mississippi. Far too much territory for any single municipality to reasonably expect to govern (see West Memphis).

Austin has the Scholz Beer Garden, described at digitalcity.com as “the place where politicos go to make deals and hash out compromises.” Memphis has Harold Ford Sr.’s living room.

Within driving distance of Austin is Georgetown, Round Rock, and Pflugerville. (Does someone from Pflugerville call himself a Pfluger or a Pflugerite? Or perhaps . . . a Texan?) Within driving distance of Memphis is Germantown, Little Rock, and Collierville. (Someone from Collierville will let you call him whatever you want, as long as it’s not Memphian.)

Austin was once home to Stevie Ray Vaughan, the legendary blues guitarist taken from us far too early in a 1990 helicopter crash. Memphis was once home to Elivis Presley. Let’s forget how we lost the King and remember there would have never been a Stevie Ray without him.

Austin has a legendary hotel, the Driskill. Memphis has a legendary hotel, the Peabody. The Driskill doesn’t have ducks.

Home to Dell and Motorola, Austin is referred to in some circles as “the Silicon Prairie.” Home to edEx and AutoZone, Memphis is referred to in

Some circles as “America’s Distribution Center.” What these monikers do for a rivalry, I have no idea.

Each March, Austin hosts South by Southwest, a festival of music and movies that draws thousands. Each May, Memphis hosts Memphis in May, which includes a music festival, a food festival, and the World Championship Barbecue Cooking Contest. Edge to Tom Lee Park.

Austin’s finest barbecue can be found at the Salt Lick or Earl Campbell’s. Memphis’ finest barbecue can be found at the Rendezvous or Corky’s. For the sake of nostalgia, we’ll give the edge here to the 1977 Heisman Trophy winner.

Downtown Austin’s 6th Street is a music-lover’s paradise, with club after club offering the best in live blues, jazz, and rock. There’s a popular parade every Halloween. Downtown Memphis’ Beale Street is a music-lover’s paradise, with the Rum Boogie, B.B. King’s, Black Diamond, Elvis Presley’s Memphis, the King’s Palace Cafe, etc. Dyer’s Burgers gives Memphis the edge here.

Austin is home to the University of Texas, whose proud football program will perpetually overshadow any other team that dares aim for the attention of local sports buffs. Memphis is home to the University of Memphis, whose proud basketball program will perpetually overshadow any other team that dares aim for the attention of local sports buffs.

Now, forget that last nugget and hop aboard the good ship RiverKing. After all, the only thing worse than Memphis not taking the CHL title is for the hardware to wind up in, of all places, Austin.

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BOUND FOR ITALY

A group of student actors from Rhodes College will reprise last season’s production of Iphigenia and Other Daughters for the Arezzo Teatro international festival in Tuscany, Italy. They are one of only three American companies invited to the festival.

“We were asked to apply,” says director, Rhodes alum, and visiting faculty member Brad Shelton, “and we did, and that was that.” Shelton says he thinks having worked on a successful professional version of the show in Chicago prior to directing the equally well-received production at Rhodes was a key factor in being chosen for the festival.

“We sent a copy of a review from the Chicago production,” Shelton says, “as well as the review from the Flyer as part of the package. And they invited us to come.”

The other American companies chosen for the festival include groups from the University of Texas and Mount Holyoke College. They will share the stage with notable European companies, including the Beckett Institute of Dublin..

Iphigenia and Other Daughters is by classical revisionist Ellen McLaughlin, whose newest play, Helen, opened in New York this week under the direction of Angels in America author Tony Kushner. Shelton says the play is about exploring the role of women in a male-dominated society.

“The issue is one that interests me even more now, given the situation in the Middle East,” Shelton says. “I’m also interested in seeing how it plays in Italy, another male-dominated society.”

The Rhodes performance is slated for May 24th.