Earth Quotes: Dick Roraback’s ‘In Search of the L.A. River’

Once electric Red Cars delivered passengers all over L.A., which is celebrated in this riverly mural.(Barbara Burns)

Once electric Red Cars delivered passengers all over L.A., which is celebrated in this riverly mural. (Barbara Burns)

Back in the day, Dick Roraback represented the journalist I wanted to become: after being graduated from The Sorbonne, he’d worked on the Herald Tribune in Paris (While on assignment in Africa, he’d somehow bamboozled the desk into publishing his story with the byline “By Ghana Rehah,” which got him suspended.); he was worldly, snide, grouchy, looked very old, and ripped through my fledgling restaurant reviews in a torrent of computer red ink. He seemed to me a refugee on the Los Angeles Times copy desk, a bit of the lion in winter. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to be like him — bold, intelligent and brash, thumbing his nose at the world and having a great time doing it.

I did wonder how this talented writer landed on the copy desk, reading the works of others, but no longer producing himself. Maybe “be brash in moderation,” I thought to myself.

By the time he’d again taken up ink and plume, I’d moved across town to become the travel editor for the Herald Examiner, and I didn’t read his series “In Search of the L.A. River,” published between 1985 and 1986.

In a recent paper entitled “Writing a river: how journalism helped restore the Los Angeles River,” academic Tilly Hinton argues a strong case for Roraback’s contribution to raising awareness about the river, and how this awareness helped to create the political will for change. She credits him alongside poet and FOLAR founder Lewis MacAdams as two pillars of the event.

I think Roraback would feel peeved to think of himself as a pillar of anything, and from what I’ve read MacAdams was none too pleased with the snarky tone Roraback used in his pieces. (For that matter, MacAdams also seems a wholly unlikely pillar, yet that he is, with a recent riverside plaque to prove it.)

For the series, which began at the river’s mouth in Long Beach and moved up to the headwaters, Roraback invented a character named “The Explorer.” At one point, The Explorer visited a man who kept an aquarium of fish captured from the river:

“Up in Atwater Glen on the other side of the channel, Tom Babel, manager of the riverside Port of Call apartments, allows as his community is a peaceful enough place to live –“You just gotta watch your back.” Just north, it seems, is “Toonerville, where anything goes.”

Even so, Babel likes living by the river, though he keeps his RV primed for a quick exit. “There’s been occasions when the rain got heavy and the river got two feet from the top of the bank,” he says. “I’d already started packing my important papers in the RV, ready to head for the high ground. . . . “

Larry Wickline, Babel’s stepson, takes a kinder view of riparian life.

“After the rains,” he says, “there’s rainbow trout this big! Keepers! You get catfish, carp, crayfish. Come up to my apartment. I have something to show you.”

Indeed he does. In Wickline’s flat is an illuminated fish tank holding an amazing variety of fish — gold, brown, white — all taken, he says, from the Los Angeles River.

“Good fishing when the river comes up,” Wickline says, “Except sometimes you can’t take a step for all those tiny snakes.

“It’s not so much the snakes, though, as the gangs. I wouldn’t go down there without a gun. At night, I wouldn’t go down there at all. . . . “

What I find particularly interesting about this passage is that, if true, rainbow trout were still in the river in the mid-80s, contrary to everything I’ve read about their disappearance from the river decades earlier.

The series certainly sparked interesting letters, including this one from Gene Lippert of Hacienda Heights:

“Just a note of appreciation for all the hard work Dick Roraback put in to bring us his fascinating story of the present Los Angeles River (‘In Search of the L.A. River,’ an occasional series.) I am following his tale with great interest.

“You see I lived my Tom Sawyer youth on the Los Angeles River in the area of the Imperial Highway bridge. That was before the ‘big paving extravaganza.’ We skinny-dipped in the pools, caught crawdads by the dozen and boiled them in an old can filled with river water and a dash of vinegar. We always kept supplies such as salt, pepper, coffee, cigarette butts (good for a couple of more puffs) in tin cans buried in the river bank. Small-sized trout were plentiful and easy to catch on a bent pin (had to jerk the fish out of the water and onto the bank the first time he nibbled or away went your bait). We slept overnight in the river bed most of the summers (dry, clean white sand). We were almost ridden over by a bunch of horses one night while sleeping. We had made camp in weeds four or five feet high and the fire had gone out.

“One time we stole redwood from an irrigation flume and built a boat. We got our caulking by digging the tar from between the expansion joints in Imperial Highway and melting it over a bonfire. The boat was a bust — it kept tipping over.”

So now I find Dick’s shadow once again moving across my writing life. Sometimes unlikely people follow you through time in the most unexpected ways.

See you on the river, Jim Burns

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8 thoughts on “Earth Quotes: Dick Roraback’s ‘In Search of the L.A. River’

  1. Wickline’s comments about the gangs brings back some cool memories of fishing throughout inland LA County: You remember hitting the debris basin up in Tujunga or the West Fork of the San Gabriel? White guys (and girls), Latinos, Armenians – all contributing to that edge of cultural tension that defines Los Angeles, but there’s this kind of unspoken peace treaty along the riparian border. Wifey and I walking up the paved path along the West Fork one day, passing some younger Latino guys: “Ayyy, that was a lady fisher…” And then we fished.

    • Yes, good times, Dave! That edge certainly kept it interesting. I never saw this, but one guy I met told me about fly fishers who would carry under their vests on the West Fork. Now that there are no fish on the WF it hardly matters. But I do remember the guy I startled around Piru who surprised me as well with his six-shooter. He also sported a cowboy hat. One of these days, gotta get in some water time again, old friend.

  2. That was interesting Jim, thanks for the history to one so far removed. I have a carry license but never utilize that right where I live, hope never to have to. And the LA River with trout so recently, and now gone it seems, sad.

    Gregg

    • Hey, Gregg, nice to hear from you! I’m not carrying a gun when I fish just on the principle of it. I fish to explore, relax, and have a good time. Dave and I used to explore some sketchy areas, and some that used to really be overrun with gang members. But, like he said, everyone was there for the water, some to swim, hang out, probably get drunk, and, we were there to fish.

      Bears? That’s a little different!

  3. Neat story Jim and especially interesting to hear about the “keeper” trout that came back with the rains. Sounds like steelhead to me! I’ve got a photo of a big adult that was taken in 2011 on Ballona Creek so we know that they are probing their ancestral home waters for spawning opportunities. Just up to us now to get our stuff outta the way…

    FYI this is Bob from TU (aka the sock catcher). We plan to have a contingent at FoLAR’s Off Tha Hook event on September 6 and would like to meet you and shoot the breeze. I’m working to bring more TU resources to the LA River restoration and appreciate your link to the TU website. I’ll do my best to make sure we earn it.

  4. What a lovely story! I’m Dick’s daughter, Amanda, and accompanied him on some of his LA River adventures. He had a knack for turning the mundane into the sublime. After he retired, he spent many of his days exploring our modest backyard and regaled us with stories about the trials and triumphs of the ants making their long, arduous journeys across the back porch among other “adventures.” Thank you for your appreciation of our father.

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