OrangeTV: I wanted to randomly interject…I ran into Jerry Jaeger at Safeway this evening in the cat food aisle and was totally floored that he remembered my name nearly 6 years after our last encounter when I worked at the resort and met him twice, briefly. To me that’s quite amazing and personable, and I started thinking that we should give some credit where credit’s due to those not-always-recognized folks that helped to build the HagaEmpire into what it is. Certainly Mr. H couldn’t do it without the help of kinder, gentler associates, who maybe provide the human element that has made the Resort a success, in sharp contrast to the detached, megalomania of the Man himself.
DFO: As a former Hagadone M.E. (Kalispell, 1977-82), I was amazed that the organization had some fairly nice people in positions of power — nice people, who had to toe the mark in keeping the profit margin high and occasionally doing dirty deeds to please the men. My publisher, C. Patrick King, was one. A genuinely nice guy outside the office. A pain in the tush inside. An ad salesmen who became publisher and never understood that a newspaper’s purpose was to provide news without fear or favor — not to be a shopper. He once ordered me to fire a hard-working reporter for taking artsy photos of the county fair rather than shots of kids with bunnies. After a knock-down, drag out fight, I talked him into giving the guy a dime raise. Mebbe Pat was cheap by nature. But I suspect that he was trying to pump up the profit margin for the men. I’ve always wondered what kind of guy Jaeger would have become if he hadn’t thrown his lot in with control freak Mr. H.