SUNDAY NEWS October 18, 1987 In the Spotlight Er Sunday Leonard Munir Bolgi tends his store in Manheim. Munir Bolgi: Storekeeper The old mom and pop grocery store, an American tradition, and well on South Charlotte Street in Manheim. One difference, though, is the guy running the place 15 hours a day, seven days a week, is Turkish. Munir Bolgi came over six years ago to carve Meerschaum (a soap-like mineral) tobacco pipes for a local firm. His former boss called him extremely talented and said Bolgi could carve a pipe in the shape of almost anything, from a person's face to a dog.
Yet, the former boxer from Eskisehar, Turkey, gave up carving someone else's pipes to be his own boss. Three months ago he bought the Cornerstore in Manheim, formerly Albright's. Bolgi and his girlfriend one son, Everaldo (J.R. for short) and one child on the way. They live Lititz.
Age: 31. First impressions: I saw everybody was working hard. But they work five days a week, then a couple days they can rest. They have the opportunity that they can do it like that. In my country, have to work seven days a week if you want to live a little bit better.
Over here, the economy is pretty good. There is a buying power you can buy whatever you want to buy if you're working. You can get anything you like. Favorite food: Whatever I can find to eat, that's my favorite. If somebody will cook for me, then that's my favorite.
The kids these days: We were raised up different. Here when kids get to be 17, 18 years old, they run away and they want to live by themselves. I came over here when I was 25 years old, and for 25 years I lived with my parents in the same house under the same ceiling. In the United States all the kids are independent. They do whatever they want to do.
Parents can't say anything. But in Turkey kids respect their parents. Kind of car I drive: 1979 Caprice Classic. On working hard: I think I'm a hard worker. I like to work.
I enjoy whatever I do. I think that's really important. You have to enjoy whatever you do, no matter whatever you do. If you want to work, if you're doing something, if you like it, you can do better. If you don't, don't start.
It's not going to be fun for you. What I like best about Lancaster County: People are friendly. I find that people are much friendlier in this area than anyplace else. What makes me mad: What I don't like is when somebody is trying to be my boss, trying to supervise me. They make me angry.
Favorite TV shows: The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson and I always try to avoid: I never try to avoid anything. Life is life to me. Everything is clear; you see it. If you want to have trouble, hey, there it is. Help yourself.
For fun: We don't really have too much time to do anything, actually. If we get a chance we like to go shopping. That's what we enjoy. And watching TV at home and enjoying the house. Hopes for my children: I want my kids to be good persons.
If they are good persons, I'm sure they can handle anything. Least enjoyable thing about my job: Most of the time, whoever walks in the store, first they're telling me either it's too cold or it's too hot. And I have to answer the same question, the same thing maybe 300 times each day. "Oh yeah, beautiful day," or "Yes, it's too cold today." You get used to it. Even if the customer is not talking the weather, I have to talk it.
"Is it still cold outside?" even though I know it's freezing. On friends: I don't have any friends. I would like to have friends. But that's the other thing in this country people don't have any friends. Everybody is "hi, Over here if you ask your good friend a favor, they say, "Well, I have something to do" and they won't help.
So what's to being friends? When I want to relax: I like to lay down and watch TV and drink my cup of coffee. Favorite extravagance: Going to the casinos at Atlantic City. I like to play roulette. On reading: I used to read a lot, but I'd rather watch TV. One good movie is better than reading four books.
My greatest disappointment: One Sunday evening I was going home from work and my tire went flat in Neffsville. It was wintertime it was really cold and I tried to (thumb a ride) and nobody picked me up. And due to that day, whenever I see anybody needing a ride, I pick them up. But that day, I said, What's going on. Is everybody mad at me?" I had to walk from Neffsville to Lititz.
The kinds of things I find funny: I laugh at a lot of things. Whenever you make a mistake, most of the time I'll be laughing. Person I most admire: My dad. He's retired right now. I think he's 100 percent perfect.
Doug Thomas At 81, is still By Robert H. Johnson Associated Press Writer LAS CRUCES, N.M. In a wooden dome on a frozen mesa in Arizona, shoulders hunched and shivering in his sheepskin, numb fingers working a telescope by feel in the dark, the young farmer from Kansas discovered the ninth planet, Pluto. That was in 1930. Now, shoulders hunched with age, he climbs an aluminum ladder wired to the platform of a homemade telescope in his yard to gaze through the desert night at his first and most constant love, the heavens.
In the years between, he has taught Navy and Marine officer candidates in World War II, developed optical tracking systems for Army missiles, surveyed paths to the moon for NASA and started the astronomy department at New Mexico State University here. He is Clyde W. Tombaugh, who taught himself to be an astronomer and became the first since the 19th century to discover a planet. At 81, head thrust forward, pale blue-eyes aglow, he dashes across town in his white pickup, lunches with colleagues, darts up and down stairs, holds court among stacks of papers in his 8- by-12 university office, talks about the mysteries of the universe, plans for the future. The discovery of Pluto was one of the top 10 news stories of 1930, and it brought Tombaugh a continuing array of honors.
But from the first, some astronomers picked on Pluto's status as a planet. Only last February, Frank Cooper, director of Burke Baker. Planetarium in Houston, wrote that "it seems likely that Pluto will be demoted" to asteroid, a minor planet. But in May, scientists at the National Aeronautics and Space Administration's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, announced that satellite observations show Pluto has a substantial atmosphere. Planets and most moons have gaseous atmospheres.
Asteroids do not have atmospheres or moons. Now Pluto had both a moon, Charon, discovered in 1978, and an atmosphere. This latest discovery greatly enhances the stature of the announcement said. Mixing testiness and humor. Tombaugh issued a statement that if Pluto looks like a planet.
feels like a planet and smells like a planet, it must be a planet. In a recent interview he was more blunt. "Yeah, there's a fellow down in Houston who I think he wanted to make a noise for himself suggested that we should demote Pluto. Well, that just blew the stack, you know. And there was tremendous opposition to the fellow.
But that's got cleared up." It got cleared up when Cooper backed off after the NASA discovery, saying that "if astronomers want to call it a planet, fine. I didn't intend to raise a national controversy." He also said many schoolchildren had written that Pluto's discoverer gazing at the stars Associated Press Photo Astronomer Clyde W. Tombaugh poses by his homemade telescope in his backyard in lasCruces, N.M. they didn't want Pluto demoted. Cooper resigned from the planetarium in June.
Tombaugh began studying the stars with mail-order telescopes as a farm boy in Illinois and Kansas. When he finished high school in Burdett. in 1925, there was no money for college. He had to stay home and work on the wheat farm. But he was avid for a more powerful telescope.
He made one from directions in a Sunday school newspaper, but the curve of the mirror was askew. Clyde read that mirrors should be ground and tested in a cellar, where the temperature would be constant. So with pick and shovel he dug one 24 feet long by 8 feet wide by 7 feet deep while Dad. Muron Tombaugh, hired out as a carpenter to pay for concrete to finish it. Out of that cellar came his first triumph, a 9-inch reflector.
that would magnify 400 times in diameter or 160.000 times in showing detail. By now. Tombaugh knew he; had to get off the farm. With his new telescope, he made drawings of Jupiter and Mars and sent them to the Lowell Observatory atFlagstaff, Ariz. He was hired in 1929, sight unseen, as an amateur, to operate Page F2 PLUTO Let PTL practice what it breaches The Rev.
Jerry Falwell now says that Jimmy Bakker is "the greatest scab and cancer on the face of Christianity in 2,000 years." Those are harsh words, considering that all little Jimmy is alleged to have done is seduce a young secretary, loot his ministry of millions of dollars, and maybe grope some guys in the steam room. So who's perfect? Falwell is upset because he took over PTL and tried to straighten out the financial mess, but his plan didn't satisfy a federal bankruptcy judge. So Falwell has resigned and predicts that little Jimmy might soon be back running the combination ministry, religious resort and amusem*nt park, leading the faithful down the water slide. This prospect disgusts Falwell, but I don't understand why. Judging from news reports, it's clear that many of the PTL faithful still admire Jimmy and his wife Tammy, and don't care much for Falwell.
Why, some of the angry flock recently spotted Falwell in the PTL hotel lobby and gave him a terrible fright when they chased him into an elevator. Falwell seems to have overlooked the fact that most of the people involved in this drama have come out in reasonably good shape. Mike Royko Jessica Hahn, for example, the abused young church secretary. In baring her soul and breasts for Playboy magazine, she said she is at last feeling good about herself after her unsatisfactory introduction to sex by little Jimmy. Among her reasons for feeling good, I'm sure, is the $500,000 to $1 million the magazine paid her.
I'm not saying that the indignities she endured in that Miami hotel room can be undone by money. But according to a cover story in Time magazine, a startling new survey shows that the vast majority of American women say their relationships with men are miserable. And unlike Miss Hahn. all most women have to show for their unhappiness is a sink full of dishes. Then there are little Jimmy and Tammy, and what they have endured.
As every marriage counselor will tell you, if a marriage is to survive, couples must work through their problems. They have to forgive flaws, understand weaknesses and accept that there will be differences of opinion. If that is so, and any talk show host will assure you it is, Jimmy and Tammy should be admired for the way they have tried to resolve their marital problems. Wife Tammy was troubled by the need to eat too much, engage in shopping orgies, pop pills and carry on, presumably in a lewd manner, with a gospel singer who had shaggy sideburns. Husband Jimmy was troubled.
by the need to squander other people's money, fling himself atop a church secretary and, the stories go, make goo-goo eyes at some of his more attractive fellow men. Some couples might have found even one of these problems insurmountable. But after only few months, Jimmy and Tammy are able to say that their marriage is now stronger than it's ever been, and they are more goldarned loving and caring. Tammy has made a new record and her remarkable eyelashes look even better than before, especially when she flaps them at Jimmy. And Jimmy, who has never beamed more fondly at Tammy, says he's ready to come back and resume his role as spiritual leader.
The recovery of their marriage should be an inspiration to unfaithful, pill-popping, moneyburning, guy embezzling. decent Christian couples everywhere. As for their PTL flock, as I said earlier, in interview after interview, they tell of their abiding fondness for Jimmy and Tammy. And of their distrust of Falwell. And who can blame them? Falwell can't even speak in tongues and is not adept at the laying on of hands.
(I refer to the laying on of hands in the religious context, not in the Jessica Hahn context.) Since it's their money that's been squandered, embezzled or whatever, it seems only fair that they be preached to by the squanderer or embezzler of their choosing. As one of the PTL faithful said: "I'm sure the good Lord has a plan for all of this." It's an intriguing theological concept that this entire epic Jimmy and Jessica, Jimmy and the guys, Jimmy and the money, Tammy and the singer, Tammy and the pills, Tammy and the shopping, and poor Jerry being chased into that elevator is all part of a plan by the good Lord. Maybe some learned theologian can tell me: Do you think the good Lord reads Harold Robbins novels? Mike Royko is a columnist for the Chicago Tribune..
