Wednesday, July 7, 2010

BOB STUPAK TRIBUTE, PART 5


AN INDEPENDENCE DAY TRIBUTE TO ONE OF THE MOST INDEPENDENT AND UNIQUE AMERICANS WE EVER BEFRIENDED -- THE LATE, GREAT BOB STUPAK 1942-2009

Editor's Note: In 2000, we abruptly changed careers by our own design. Before relocating from Ohio to Miami, we toured the nation -- interviewing legendary characters. Bob Stupak, the Casino King, stood out more than anyone else.

But he agreed to an interview only on the condition that it be published after he died. Though he was more than 20 years or senior, he had recently beaten the odds by surviving a horrific motorcycle crash. He was always lucky, so he probably figured the story would never see the light of day -- because he would somehow beat the house odds and outlive an interviewer young enough to be his son. He lost this wager, succumbing to leukemia less than a year ago.

So now his cantankerous soul can mutter in his Pittsburghese accent from the great Stratosphere in the sky "dat SOBing reporter got nothin' right about me and now that I can't sue 'eem, he's gonna print the whole #$%@ing story without recourse." The following is the whole bleeping story, frozen in Las Vegas in the year 2000:


PART 5: WIN THE WAGER OR HIT THE PAVEMENT

Little did I know, I’d soon be wagering – not so much for cash, but for the right to prolong the interview.

About a half hour into my questions, Stupak said a special tape from his huge video library would explain him to me. It was a Christmas 1995 video he made for Phyllis McGuire, when relations were strained between the Vegas Guy and the famous lady from the singing McGuire Sisters.

It showed the couple in Las Vegas and all over the world. They were at galas and special events, pictured in sun, rain, and snow. While sentimental music played, shots of Bob Stupak -- bandaged head to toe and recovering in the hospital from his death-defying motorcycle crash in March of ’95 – were spliced in.

“There are three male vocalists singing on this tape,” Stupak growled, interrupting my voyeuristic viewing of the tender and romantic Bob. “You have to name all three to stay. If you miss one, you’re done, you’re out of here.”

Hey, it was Vegas. And I was sitting in the living room of the Number One Vegas Guy. I took the challenge.

The tune was Our Love Is Here to Stay, the Ira Gershwin standard. I knew the first vocalist in a heartbeat. It was the Chairman of the Board, Stupak’s hero, Frank Sinatra.

Stupak walked back into the room and I said “It’s Frank.”

“Does Frank have a last name?,” he asked, indignantly.

“Sinatra,” I pounced.

“You still have to get two, and you’ll never get the last one,” was his response.

The second singer sounded like Nat King Cole. I wasn’t as sure as I was with Sinatra, but it’s the answer I went with.

Ever the gamesman, Stupak went Regis, asking “are you sure?” and “is that your final answer?”

“Yes, yes,” I said, so Stupak let the tape play on toward the third male vocalist, grabbed his smokes and walked into the kitchen to make a phone call.

“In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble. They’re only made of clay,” the third singer crooned. “But our love is here to stay.”

The voice wasn’t as commanding as Sinatra’s or Cole’s, but it wasn’t a rank amateur’s either. I thought about the ego of my host, then remembered that using the name Bobby Star, a 19-year-old Stupak briefly had a recording contract with United Artists. Four decades later, a grown up Bobby Star was crooning. He was appealing to the heart of McGuire, a woman who had been a big Vegas star, scoring hits such as Sugartime with her sisters.

“It’s you,” I said to a stunned Stupak as he walked back into the room. It was the biggest rise I got out of him all night. I earned the right to ask more questions by correctly pegging him as the third singer in the trio of love songs dedicated to Phyllis McGuire.

The video Christmas Card/Valentine must have worked. Stupak and McGuire, 10 years his senior, are still an item.
“Am I in love?, yes,” he said. “Am I going to get married? I can’t think of a reason to.” said the twice-divorced father of three.

Stupak almost didn’t live to see Christmas 1995. On March 31, 1995, Stupak crashed his Harley Davidson going more than 60 m.p.h. in a 35 zone on a city street. The impact snapped both arms and his left leg. Stupak, who almost bled to death, broke every bone in his face.

Emergency room physicians were sure he would not live, or if he did, he’d be in a vegetative state for the rest of his life. But after five weeks, Stupak emerged from his coma. After a more than a half year of rehabilitation, he began to regain his health. The once babyfaced Stupak remains scarred from facial reconstructive surgery.

His eyes were damaged to the point where he can’t see well enough to ride a motorcycle again. He wants to ride, Stupak told me, but he’s not crazy enough to get on a bike without two good eyes. The twisted wreckage of the Harley is chained to a post at Stupak’s carport, like some kind of trophy won in his contest with death. It sits alongside display cases that once showed off a bogus $100,000 bill and other mementos from his casinos.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

BOB STUPAK TRIBUTE, PART 4


AN INDEPENDENCE DAY TRIBUTE TO ONE OF THE MOST INDEPENDENT AND UNIQUE AMERICANS WE EVER BEFRIENDED -- THE LATE, GREAT BOB STUPAK 1942-2009

Editor's Note: In 2000, we abruptly changed careers by our own design. Before relocating from Ohio to Miami, we toured the nation -- interviewing legendary characters. Bob Stupak, the Casino King, stood out more than anyone else.

But he agreed to an interview only on the condition that it be published after he died. Though he was more than 20 years or senior, he had recently beaten the odds by surviving a horrific motorcycle crash. He was always lucky, so he probably figured the story would never see the light of day -- because he would somehow beat the house odds and outlive an interviewer young enough to be his son. He lost this wager, succumbing to leukemia less than a year ago.

So now his cantankerous soul can mutter in his Pittsburghese accent from the great Stratosphere in the sky "dat SOBing reporter got nothin' right about me and now that I can't sue 'eem, he's gonna print the whole #$%@ing story without recourse." The following is the whole bleeping story, frozen in Las Vegas in the year 2000:


PART 4: DEGENERATE GAMBLERS AND LOVE AFFAIRS

That’s great, I thought. But a life that includes winning a million dollar Super Bowl bet, hobnobbing with Frank Sinatra, surviving a horrific motorcycle crash, romancing Phyllis McGuire and starting all variety of casinos from scratch deserves more than a two-word kiss-off.

Then came the silent treatment and a scowl that said Stupak wished I’d disappear as quickly as his bank roll did at Caesars in ’64, or his $100 million stake in Stratosphere stock vanished when the place went bankrupt shortly after opening.

Oh he’s a character, I thought to myself. A rattlesnake of a character. A grumpy, contrarian, intimidating old cuss who is going to bat me around the way a cat plays with a cornered mouse. The more questions I asked, the more I would prolong my agony.

“Regrets?,” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Sure,” Stupak replied, fidgeting with his glasses, then fumbling with his cell phone.

“Examples?,” I requested.

“Relationships,” was the next one-word answer from the man whose life could be explained with two words.

“Specifics?,” I pleaded.

Stupak rolled his eyes, snuffed his cigarette.

“Hey, I regret ways I played certain poker hands. I have a lot of regrets, but I don’t look back on them, I don’t obsess on them,’’ he said. “The past is history, the future a mystery and now is now.”

Finally more talkative, Stupak admitted that he regrets not selling his Stratosphere stock before it plummeted.

“Of course, if you blow $100 million, that means you had $100 million to blow,” he blurted out with typical Stupak bravado.

Struggling to find some common ground, I talked about growing up in the Midwest. Stupak came of age on Pittsburgh’s South Side and I am a product of suburban Cleveland. His late father, Chester, made a living running illegal crap and other games in the family’s gritty, working class neighborhood.

Although he often ran afoul of the Nevada State Gaming Commission, Bob Stupak made his fortune through legal gambling. And he made it with an eighth grade education.

“The world is full of educated derelicts,” he observed.

This is a common Stupak theme. He lives to show you up, to prove he’s better than you and your college degree. Once, I began a question saying “I assume” and he blistered me the rest of the night with the old “when you say assume, it makes an ass out of you and me” axiom.

I asked about his house and Stupak said it’s the house he used to have years ago. He moved back into the seedy neighborhood after his $600,000 house on swanky Rancho Circle burned. The base of operations in the old neighborhood was filled with antique slot machines, a gallery of photos with Stupak in them and a library with thousands of video tapes of Stupak’s appearances, like the time he appeared on CBS’s 60 Minutes.

In the foyer, a Boomer Esiason jersey is on display. It’s a souvenir from Super Bowl XXIII.

Stupak bet $1 million on the Cincinnati Bengals in the 1989 NFL championship. The underdog Bengals lost, but covered the point spread, making Stupak a winner. At the time, it was the biggest sports bet in history.

Monday, July 5, 2010

BOB STUPAK TRIBUTE, PART 3


AN INDEPENDENCE DAY TRIBUTE TO ONE OF THE MOST INDEPENDENT AND UNIQUE AMERICANS WE EVER BEFRIENDED -- THE LATE, GREAT BOB STUPAK 1942-2009

Editor's Note: In 2000, we abruptly changed careers by our own design. Before relocating from Ohio to Miami, we toured the nation -- interviewing legendary characters. Bob Stupak, the Casino King, stood out more than anyone else.

But he agreed to an interview only on the condition that it be published after he died. Though he was more than 20 years or senior, he had recently beaten the odds by surviving a horrific motorcycle crash. He was always lucky, so he probably figured the story would never see the light of day -- because he would somehow beat the house odds and outlive an interviewer young enough to be his son. He lost this wager, succumbing to leukemia less than a year ago.

So now his cantankerous soul can mutter in his Pittsburghese accent from the great Stratosphere in the sky "dat SOBing reporter got nothin' right about me and now that I can't sue 'eem, he's gonna print the whole #$%@ing story without recourse." The following is the whole bleeping story, frozen in Las Vegas in the year 2000:


PART 3: FEAR STRIKES OUT

That second day, I rose early and aimed my crappy little rental car out of the Las Vegas sprawl and into the Nevada desert. I drove into California and roamed through Death Valley. The stark openness was deadly beautiful and the long ride killed plenty of daylight hours. By late afternoon, I was back in town. I exited the highway and found a phone booth in a shabby part of town. Little did I know, I was a few blocks from Stupak’s present home.

I dialed nervously. That same jaded voice answered, again on the first ring. To my surprise, the irascible one gave in. I had an address and was to show up at 6 o’clock sharp. I hurried back to the hotel and showered away the desert sand.

Stupak’s house is quite modest by casino owner standards. It’s a large ranch, but the neighborhood is worn and tired. He’s actually just a few blocks east of the Naked City, an area so-named because Fifties showgirls used to sunbathe nude at their cheap apartments there. The area could just as easily get its nickname from the cluster of strip joints, porno book/video stores and hourly motels that dominate Las Vegas Boulevard north of Sahara Avenue.

I went up to the gate, pushed the buzzer, and a worried-looking Bob Stupak showed up at the door. He sized me up for a minute, then buzzed me in. I was bursting with questions to ask, but he shushed me after ushering me through the foyer and into his large living room.

He was watching the end of a film on American Movie Classics. While the Mitsubishi big screen flickered through the final minutes of Fear Strikes Out (the true story of Boston Red Sox outfielder Jimmy Piersall, who battled mental illness), I looked around to see a house decorated in a stereotypical Vegas Guy motif. Big black leather coaches, tacky statuary, casino memorabilia and dozens of framed pictures of Stupak with celebrities defined the decor.

The stench of nicotine was everywhere. A long-time chain smoker, Stupak had an ash tray on the coffee table, another on the armrest, and a third on his lap. All were overflowing with ground-out butts.

As the movie credits rolled, the interview subject I’d pursued for days -- actually, years -- turned to me while lighting another cigarette.

“There’s a book, it’s all in there,” Stupak said with a pained look.

“I know,” I shot back. “It’s called No Limit. I read it and besides, they don’t pay writers to copy other people’s work. If I’m going to profile you, it’s got to come from your responses to my questions.”

Still looking pained, thumbing the TV remote and giving attention to anything but the stranger he’d just invited into his home, Stupak said his life could be summed up with two words:

“persistence and determination.”

Sunday, July 4, 2010

BOB STUPAK TRIBUTE, PART 2


AN INDEPENDENCE DAY TRIBUTE TO ONE OF THE MOST INDEPENDENT AND UNIQUE AMERICANS WE EVER BEFRIENDED -- THE LATE, GREAT BOB STUPAK 1942-2009

Editor's Note: In 2000, we abruptly changed careers by our own design. Before relocating from Ohio to Miami, we toured the nation -- interviewing legendary characters. Bob Stupak, the Casino King, stood out more than anyone else.

But he agreed to an interview only on the condition that it be published after he died. Though he was more than 20 years or senior, he had recently beaten the odds by surviving a horrific motorcycle crash. He was always lucky, so he probably figured the story would never see the light of day -- because he would somehow beat the house odds and outlive an interviewer young enough to be his son. He lost this wager, succumbing to leukemia less than a year ago.

So now his cantankerous soul can mutter in his Pittsburghese accent from the great Stratosphere in the sky "dat SOBing reporter got nothin' right about me and now that I can't sue 'eem, he's gonna print the whole #$%@ing story without recourse." The following is the whole bleeping story, frozen in Las Vegas in the year 2000:

PART 2: LUCK BE A LADY TONIGHT

In early 2000, I left 13 years as a newspaper journalist – the only career I’d ever had – to pursue book, magazine and Internet opportunities. On a Friday, I ate my “goodbye” cake in the newsroom and cleared out my desk.

On a Monday, I was on an early morning flight to Las Vegas. Sure, I’d gamble, drink and maybe even drive out into the desert to contemplate my new life under the broiling sun. But the visit to Vegas would be a total loss without a meeting with Mr. Bob Stupak.

I left armed with a phone number and the same audacity I used to talk my wife into supporting a solo trip to Vegas for a husband who just walked away from a very secure job. I was determined to track down Las Vegas’ most flamboyant casino operator.

Encamped in a cheap downtown Las Vegas hotel room, I took out the scrap of paper that I’d scribbled Stupak’s number on.

With Lady Luck on my side, I dialed. That cigarettes and Pittsburgh voice answered on the first ring. A little groggy, he demanded to know why I called so early. Realizing you don’t phone Vegas Guys at 10 a.m., I apologized and said I’d phone after lunch.

Stupak was no more accommodating when I phoned later that day. Gruff and growly, he made fun of my hotel choice, recounted how busy he was and questioned why his precious time should be wasted “on some writer with a wing and a prayer.”

Not wanting to show weakness, I hid my concern and staunchly pressed for a meeting time. “Call back tomorrow, I’ll be around.” Stupak said in his unmistakable sandpapery voice.

That first night, I killed time tracing Stupak’s steps through his adopted home town. I visited plush Caesars Palace, where he’d blown a $12,000 bank roll in less than an hour during his first visit to Vegas as a young man in 1964. I drove past 2000 Las Vegas Boulevard, where Stupak started in the gaming trade with the tiny Million Dollar Historic Gambling Museum & Casino. I walked Fremont Street, the newly spruced-up main drag downtown that was showing its age in the mid-`70s when he opened a hole-in-the-wall casino there called Bob Stupak’s Glitter Gulch.

Next, I went to the Stratosphere. Its grounds were once occupied by Bob Stupak’s Las Vegas World, a tacky, space travel-themed casino that was low on luxury, but high on virtually no limit gambling. Stupak made a fortune, perhaps $100 million a year, hosting high rollers at his dumpy Vegas World. That same corner -- on Las Vegas Boulevard a full block up from the Strip’s northern boundary of Sahara Avenue -- was transformed into the 1,049-foot Stratosphere Tower in 1996.

The casino-hotel, home to the tallest tower west of the Mississippi, is a crashing failure. Not only is it not centrally located, it’s plopped down on the edge of some of the seediest real estate in Sin City. Unpopular with visitors and locals, the Stratosphere can look frighteningly unpopulated on a weeknight at 10 p.m.

I’d seen sparse crowds at the Stratosphere before, but on this balmy early April night, the joint was dead. Unlike thriving casinos, where the half-enchanting, half-annoying sound of whirring slots and clanking coin payouts rings out from every corner, the main gaming floor in the Stratosphere was a calm, but depressing quiet. For a $14 investment, I was handed tickets for (1) a ride to the top of the Stratopshere, (2) a ride on the High Roller roller coaster and (3) a ride on the Big Shot, a thrill ride that sort of slingshots passengers up the top of the Stratosphere’s crowning needle.

I thought about Stupak and the joy he must have felt when he led journalists on an opening day tour and took the first rides in the High Roller coaster that gives a 360-degree view of fabulous Las Vegas below, and the Big Shot, which jolts riders high above the neon-lit Strip. Stupak’s shoot for the moon stamp was all over these higher than heaven rides. Strapped in for a High Roller ride next to some salesman from Duluth, I thought about how I’d con the casino man from Pittsburgh into seeing me the next day.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

BOB STUPAK TRIBUTE, PART 1


AN INDEPENDENCE DAY TRIBUTE TO ONE OF THE MOST INDEPENDENT AND UNIQUE AMERICANS WE EVER BEFRIENDED -- THE LATE, GREAT BOB STUPAK 1942-2009

Editor's Note: In 2000, we abruptly changed careers by our own design. Before relocating from Ohio to Miami, we toured the nation -- interviewing legendary characters. Bob Stupak, the Casino King, stood out more than anyone else.

But he agreed to an interview only on the condition that it be published after he died. Though he was more than 20 years or senior, he had recently beaten the odds by surviving a horrific motorcycle crash. He was always lucky, so he probably figured the story would never see the light of day -- because he would somehow beat the house odds and outlive an interviewer young enough to be his son. He lost this wager, succumbing to leukemia less than a year ago.

So now his cantankerous soul can mutter in his Pittsburghese accent from the great Stratosphere in the sky "dat SOBing reporter got nothin' right about me and now that I can't sue 'eem, he's gonna print the whole #$%@ing story without recourse." The following is the whole bleeping story, frozen in Las Vegas in the year 2000:


PART 1: JUST PLAYIN' THE ODDS

By Steve Wright

Bob Stupak is the kind of man who could drive his biographer to drink, maybe even to a mental ward.

He’s intense, driven, controlling and uber-competitive – and that only begins to describe him.

The Pittsburgh native also is a high stakes gambler, maverick casino boss, devoted father and spiritual man. He is a smallish man who casts a huge shadow.

Steve Wynn is more famous, Kirk Kerkorian more wealthy, but Bob Stupak truly is the last of the throwback Vegas Guys. Fueled by dreams and determination rather than an East Coast education or junk bond fortune, Stupak has more in common with the horse traders who rode into Las Vegas with a bank roll and a lust for life than the art collecting casino kings of today.

Stupak is at once a shameless promoter and a borderline paranoid who antagonizes interviewers and fends off any question aimed at getting to the heart of the man who built the Las Vegas landmark Stratosphere Tower.
Although he had been ousted from the Stratosphere board and lost $100 million in stock when the casino struggled, a life-size statue of Stupak had stood on display in the Strat’s Wall of Fame, proclaiming him “Mr. Las Vegas.”

Bob Stupak is an anti-hero and he not only relishes the roll, he downright makes love to it.

God only knows why I sought an audience with such a man. I think it’s because I’ve always been intrigued by characters, even pain in the ass ones.

Ever since I saw Stupak’s battered mug on a trash TV program on Las Vegas in the mid-90s, I’ve been drawn to him. He spewed Sin City philosophy out of the corner of his mouth in an unmistakable Pittsburghese accent. Looking up at his smirk, his defiant self confidence, I knew I wanted to interview that Vegas Guy dominating my TV screen.

In spring 1999, I visited the Casino Legends Hall of Fame at Tropicana Resort & Casino. I noticed the gilded Stupak statue had been moved from the Stratosphere to the Trop. Looking up at the roughly 5-foot-8 Mr. Las Vegas, I vowed that I would meet the living legend. I later read No Limit, a 1997 unauthorized biography of Stupak written by John L. Smith of the Las Vegas Review-Journal.

The die was cast.


STAY TUNED FOR THIS 8-PART STORY TOLD JULY 3-10...

Friday, July 2, 2010

STATE GOVERNMENTS TAKE THE LEAD IN LAND CONSERVATION


Everglades National Park


STATE GOVERNMENTS TAKE THE LEAD IN LAND CONSERVATION

By Steve Wright

The tourists and retirees came to Florida in droves, lured by sunny days and year round warmth. Then the young families, military folks, immigrants and frozen northerners came by the millions to stake their Sunshine State claim in the prime of their lives.

The incredible population growth was fueled by people creating new lives in an enchanting land of sparkling waters from the Atlantic Ocean to the Gulf of Mexico, hundreds of miles of pristine sandy coastline, thick citrus groves and dense forest, plus a unique to the world eco system -- a river of grass and gators known as the Everglades.

But when tens of millions of people chose to live in a wild peninsula of a state, the ravenous demand for waterfront condos and inland suburban dwellings creates an inevitable clash between the people and the very environment that enticed them to leave the factories and snow of the north for Florida's natural charms.

To provide a balance, the state created Florida Forever -- a fund that can be used for buying sensitive lands for conservation.

Florida Forever is one of the best-know efforts among states that are putting their land preservation money where their mouth is -- even in tough economic times that are creating billion dollar budget deficits.

Around the nation, state governments are realizing that quality of life requires a delicate balance between land development and land conservation.

And just like they make master plans and budgets for roads, transit, commerce and housing, they are committing large sums of public dollars and government resources toward protecting unique and pristine lands.

The Florida Forever program was recently extended through the year 2020, to provide $300 million per your for land conservation.

"Florida continues to demonstrate a commitment to preserving the natural, cultural and historical resources that make the state so unique," said Michael W. Sole, secretary of the Florida Department of Environmental Protection. "The state Legislature recently extended our most important land conservation tool, the Florida Forever program, another 10 years. Through this program, the
largest in the nation, and its predecessor, more than two million acres of Florida's vital lands, valuable waterways and springs have been preserved, and habitat has been protected for countless numbers of Florida’s natural plant and animal species."

On the other end of the Atlantic coast, Land for Maine's Future (LMF) is a state agency that funds success stories including:

• The Downeast Lakes Forestry Partnership, a project initiated by sporting camp owners, guides and craftsmen who sought to protect the land base that provided for their livelihood. Centered in and around Grand Lake Stream in Downeast Maine, this effort has now conserved more than 342,000 acres. The lakes and rivers that form the core assets of the region are now largely conserved, but lands remain in the traditional development centers for activity that supports the traditional economies of the region.

• The Maine Huts and Trail system, which will eventually connect two of Maine’s premier tourism centers: the Moosehead Lake area to Bethel in western Maine. The trail system not only adds a recreation asset, but also is expected to generate substantial economic activity such as second homes and resorts.

• The Jordan Farm project in Cape Elizabeth is an example of land conservation co-existing with and complementing residential development. The town and landowner wanted to maintain one of the area’s last working farms but the landowner could not afford to donate the property. LMF and federal funding along with a generous bargain sale of a conservation easement led to the protection of the farm.

• The Fuller Farm, a mix of hayfields, grasslands and woodlands that slope down to the Nonesuch River in Scarborough Maine. The 180-acre tract protects everything from moose to mink to meadowlarks. It also hosts skiing and a snowmobile trail. It almost became a subdivision of two-acre house lots, but the owners sold it for less than appraised value to the Scarborough Land Conservation Trust, which was supported by a loan from the Trust for Public land and funding from LMF.
“Outright donations of conservation lands continue to be a significant part of Maine’s conservation scene and I understand this to be true in many other states,” said Tim Glidden, director of Land for Maine’s Future. “I believe the principal motivation continues to be altruistic. However, it is also true that we are witnessing a massive, generational transfer of accumulated wealth in this country and many landowners see both the need for permanent conservation of our natural heritage and the opportunity for significant tax benefits. Recent changes in tax law have been particularly important for the donation of permanent conservation easements.”

The state of Maryland can boast that it is entering its fifth decade of dedicating resources to land conservation. Various state agencies and initiatives have protected nearly 400,000 acres.

Shaun Fenlon, Director of Land Acquisition and Planning for the Maryland Department of Natural Resources, estimates that he has participated in at least 200 conservation easement deals where a landowner is paid to permanently protect his property from harmful development.

“There are a lot of benefits from land conservation,” he said. “What I’ve said to some people is to imagine what Maryland, including the Chesapeake Bay, would look like in the year 2050 if we hadn’t ever done any land conservation starting in the late 1960s and hadn’t continued doing it in a focused way over the next 42 years.

Fenlon said every state in the union should make land conservation a priority because of benefits including:

o Water quality – The green infrastructure and buffers around streams protect ground water and surface water. Most of the land in Maryland, of course, is in the Chesapeake Bay watershed.

o Air quality – Trees and other vegetation produce oxygen and sequester carbon, which absorbs harmful carbon dioxide. They can also help to reduce the urban heat effect from so much pavement and reduce the temperature of small streams by providing shade.

o Enjoyment of nature and recreational benefits – There is simply a restorative value of being in nature that most people have experienced and some people ascribe a value to just knowing that the nature is there. But the less esoteric benefits of recreation, such as active recreation for sports and less organized sports, like kayaking and orienteering, depend upon large open spaces.

o Smart Growth -- Land conservation, if property targeted, supports Smart Growth by discouraging sprawl, which is more expensive than planned growth in targeted areas and the revitalization of established neighborhoods.

o Maintaining locally produced food and fiber – Some have argued that it is an element of national security to have locally produced food and fiber, so that we are not subject to price spikes or even outright holding back of needed agricultural items for our citizens. Aside from national security, there is a growing interest among people for getting their food from local producers, something hard to do if there were no local farmers.

o Moral imperative – Some argue that a benefit of land conservation is that we are simply doing the right thing. Thus, whether or not there is a quantitative benefit, we are doing the right thing in protecting our natural landscapes for future generations and for the flora and fauna that inhabit it.

On Hawaii’s Big Island, the 24,000-acre Kealakekua Heritage Ranch in Kona was once slated for intense development with 500 houses.

But working with state officials, a land trust and an architect-planner with a vision for sustainability, the ranch-owning Pace Family was able to create a landmark conservation deal that will protect almost all the pristine property.

“The Pace family had a different vision,” said Greg Hendrickson, ranch manager and an attorney with expertise in conservation easements. “The family is committed to protecting this land from the kind of development planned for it
prior to their purchase, and is instead interested in maintaining this ranch as working lands.”

The result will be development of 200 to 250 private inhabitation compounds in average of 4-acre enclosures, with the balance of a homeowner’s 20-acre deeded lot being leased to the public for a recreational and agricultural common area, according to architect Clark Stevens.

“The acquisition of this conservation easement on Kealakekua Heritage Ranch will be the largest single conservation easement transaction in the State of Hawaii's history, involving nearly 9,000 acres, $4 million in federal Forest Legacy funding, and over $12 million value in donation, for a total expected value of over $16 million.” said Laura H. Thielen, chairperson of the Hawaii Department of Land and Natural Resources, a state agency.

Stevens, the designer of the Kealakekua Heritage Ranch-Hokukano Preserve said the final project will have 96 percent protected open space for orchards, pasture, and native forest -- including all of the areas above 4,000 feet in elevation, “which is the critical line for survival of native bird species as it is above the avian malaria elevation.”

The one-of-a-kind conservation development also will feature hundreds of miles of trails remaining from historic logging and current grazing in the forest areas.
“The project is planned to be off the grid, with rebates off of the price of the lot going to those who employ alternative energy and certified sustainable construction materials and techniques in a point system similar to the LEED approach,” said Stevens, stressing that even the fraction of developed lands will be very Green and sustainable.

Thielen praised the Pace family and landowners who are beginning to understand that there are land use options that will allow them to keep their land and continue producing income from it -- as well as gain long-term tax benefits and reduced property taxes.

“In the short-term, the successful completion of a conservation easement for Kealakekua Heritage Ranch strengthens the state’s credibility to complete large conservation easement transactions,” said Thielen. “Conservation easements support our economy, preserve ecosystems products communities need to flourish, and protect our cultural values for future generations. Kealakekua Heritage Ranch is a Hawaiian example of finding common ground between conservation and working lands.”

Jean Murphy, past president of the Hawaii Association of Realtors and still an active Realtor with Clark Realty on the Big Island, has preached the value of open space, preserved view corridors and conserved natural areas throughout her 46 years of working on property development in the real estate profession.

“The vistas (in Hawaii) are so beautiful and when you look down and see those hills are not changed, that the land is kept natural in perpetuity -- it gives you a good feeling,” she said.

In the mid-1980s, Murphy was working with a developer during a tough real estate market.

“The developer wanted to put in more condos, but I suggested a golf course – which substitutes for open space some time,” she recalled. “I mailed 10,000 people and asked them whether they would want to be next to more condos or in a residential community with minimum 15,000-square-foot lots with unspoiled vistas. Ninety eight percent said they preferred to buy a house with views from on and above a golf course.”

Murphy’s land conservation poll received an amazing four percent return rate and helped shape a future of preservation at Kona’s Keauhou Resort.

“The people’s vote was followed and 135 lots sold out in three years. The home values have remained high; we recently had a resale for $1.8 million,” she said.

Murphy also worked to preserve ocean views on the Kona-Kohala Coast on the western side of the Big Island.

A stalled development had built a seven story concrete building right on the water’s edge. Murphy came on board in 1990 to help a developer to revive the project.

“I told them to tear down that seven story concrete monstrosity,” she said.

The result was the Resort at Hualalai, a world-renown low-rise development of homes, villas, championship golf courses, spa and the five diamond Four Seasons Resort Hualalai.

Murphy also has worked on master plans for developments of the Bernice Pauahi Bishop Estate, a trust that owns 1/8th of the land in Hawaii. Created from the will of Bishop -- the last royal princess of the Hawaiian Islands -- the multibillion dollar trust funds the Kamehameha Schools, a private, co-educational college preparatory institution with several campuses across the islands.

Murphy is well-aware of the delicate balance between developing land to fund the historic schools founded in 1887 and the need to preserve archaeological sites on the ancestral lands.

The Keauhou Resort’s charter and a cultural advisory committee ensure that future development is culturally correct and restoration of historic sites is a priority. Two major historical sites have been restored on the grounds: the Lekeleke Burial Grounds and the birthplace of Kamehameha III, Hawaii's longest-reigning monarch.

Back in Florida, the state hopes to soon close an historic deal that would purchase 187,000 acres (three times the size of the city of Orlando) of sugar cane growing land from U.S. Sugar.

The $1.75 billion purchase would be made by the state’s South Florida Water Management District, and used to support the federal government’s $10-billion Everglades restoration project. The largest conservation purchase in state history would use some of the land for a series of reservoirs and pollution filtering areas that would restore the flow of water between Lake Okeechobee and Everglades National Park.

"The possible acquisition of the land and assets of United States Sugar has
huge potential for the restoration of America's Everglades,” said Sole. “If we do acquire these tracts of land, it would give us the chance to store and clean water on a scale we never thought possible, allowing us to better manage water
critical for the restoration of our treasured River of Grass, as well as
protect our coastal estuaries.”

U.S. Sugar’s 77-year-old cane operation would shut down in about six years.
But more than 100,000 acres of state-purchased lands could be turned back to farming.

Keyna Cory, a principal in Public Affairs Consultants and chief lobbyist for Associated Industries of Florida, said many people forget the strong economic benefits of conservation.

“Florida Forever isn’t just about preserving land but also is about better land management and addressing problems of invasive plant species that can ruin land. It is about protecting land, wildlife and access to waterways,” she said. “Without access to waterways and things like boat ramps, Florida’s marine industry is adversely affected. Florida Forever has obvious benefits when it comes to preserving the environment, but it also makes it economically feasible to live and work in Florida.”

Cory said Florida Forever has been instrumental in protecting imperiled species such as gopher tortoise and panthers.

“(The program) helps to lower the cost per home for developers by moving imperiled species to protected areas and creating sites for alternative water supply programs,” she explained. “It’s also about finding lands for alternative water supply programs – not huge, ugly desalinization plants, but things like reservoirs.”

Cory said no one in the business community wants to see a totally blacktopped Florida.

“The Florida Forever project is a unique situation because it’s the first time businesses and conservationists worked arm and arm to work together on a bill like this,” she said.

Wright frequently writes about Smart Growth and sustainable communities. He and his wife live in a restored historic home in the heart of Miami’s Little Havana. Contact him at: stevewright64@yahoo.com

Thursday, July 1, 2010

NOTABLE COUNTY LAND CONSERVATION EFFORTS


Nature vs. Man

COUNTY LAND CONSERVATION

By Steve Wright

State governments hold no monopoly on innovative vehicles for land conservation. County governments are getting in on the act as they seek ways to balance development and preserve resources.

Some are so noteworthy as to deserve recognition. The Trust for Public Lands and National Association of Counties this year presented its Fourth Annual County Leadership in Conservation Awards to various communities, including the following trio:

South Park Heritage Area, Park County Land & Water Trust Fund, Park County, Colorado

A community of less than 20,000 located near metropolitan Denver, South Park saw huge population growth in the 1990s. The result was a significant decrease in ranching and a diversion of agricultural water for municipal uses.

These challenges served to unite ranchers and miners, business leaders and local government officials with the goals of conserving resources, fueling the economy, preserving historic properties, nurturing resource-based tourism and managing growth.

In 1994, the South Park Heritage Area was born, giving rise to the Park County Land & Water Trust Fund in 1997 which leveraged more than $4 million in sales tax into a $20 million budget that includes donations and grants.

There has been “tremendous public support for conservation in Park County, and as a result, the broad spectrum of partners that have contributed both financially and in-kind to conservation projects,” said Dieter Erdmann, Director of Conservation Operations for Colorado Open Lands, a land trust.

Park County’s and its partners’ accomplishments include:

• Preservation of 23,000 acres associated with water rights, wetlands, and riparian habitat.

• Restoration of 13 miles of degraded streams, benefiting habitat, water quality, and storm-water control.

• Programmatic developments for citizens including new interpretive exhibits and recreational activities, such as the South Park Flyfishers Program.

In November 2006, voters reauthorized the Fund through 2018 by an 81 percent margin.

“Park County’s conservation program is built on this foundation of the public benefits of private land conservation. Each conservation success is seen as a community success.” said Erdmann.

Open Space Acquisition Policy Plan, Suffolk County, New York

With its proximity to New York City and repository of high quality drinking water,
Suffolk County became a target for development in the 1980s. Concerned about what further growth could bring to the community, the County pioneered a Purchase of Development Rights program. The County worked with landowners to support limited future land use in exchange for payment from the County.

In 2004, through an issuance of bonds approved by the voters, the County funded the Save Open Space program to acquire open space, farmland development rights, and parks. Another measure passed in 2007 extended the life of the program through 2030.

Through its visionary methods, Suffolk County has created “one of the most successful programs for land preservation in the Country, investing nearly $1 billion to preserve over 50,000 acres in the past four decades,” said Carrie Meek Gallagher, Commissioner of the Suffolk County Department of Environment & Energy.

“Today, Suffolk County has a population of almost 1.5 million people. With rapid growth since the mid-20th century, preserving and protecting our environmentally sensitive lands, parklands and historic farmland uses has been a high priority to the citizens of this County over the last three decades. It is essential that we balance the needs of our large population with the need to protect those resources that sustain us,” Meek said.

Parks and Conservation Lands, Martin County, Florida

Situated along Florida’s coast, Martin County is feeling the pinch of growth. But here uncontrolled growth could bring more blacktop and sprawl. The County’s unique location includes the delicate Indian River Lagoon. Threats to the Lagoon mean impacts on watersheds leading to the Everglades and other fragile wetland and upland systems.

Over two decades, Martin County has acquired nearly 48,000 acres of land to meet both conservation needs and the needs of public access land. The “Lands for You” bond referendum in 1989 created a $20 funding mechanism that leveraged $50 million in land purchases.

In 1996, Martin County voters approved Healthy Rivers, a three-year, one-cent sales tax which generated $50 million -- leveraged into more than $300 million -- for preservation of more than 42,000 acres of land in the Everglades watershed and Indian River Lagoon landscapes. Another voter-supported half-cent sales tax in 2006 funds clean water, wildlife, beaches, and parks and will generate $60 million.

“These acquisitions have proven to be one of the very best programs in our region for preserving large tracts of open space for multiple generations to come. They have also served as great leverage when going to Wash., DC and talking to our elected officials about matching dollars for construction of Everglades restoration,” said Commissioner Doug Smith, Martin County Board of County Commissioners.

“It is because of the vision of our local taxpayers in taxing themselves that we have the opportunity to accomplish these goals.”

Wright frequently writes about Smart Growth and sustainable communities. He and his wife live in a restored historic home in the heart of Miami’s Little Havana. Contact him at: stevewright64@yahoo.com