Bo, Who Should Know, Says Whining Isn’t...

Bo, Who Should Know, Says Whining Isn’t Required for the Whole Man

Heretofore, I have not dared venture into the territory inhabited by the Men’s Movement.

One of my betters in the columnist trade says the land is thick with “male weepies.” That kind of scorched-earth description can be rather off-putting.

Still, there was an intriguing flyer on the bulletin board of Casady’s Whole Foods Market in Encinitas, a nice latter-day organic food and oregano-for-sale market set amid an archipelago of supermarkets.

The flyer grabber: “Supporting the Whole Man. Weekly Men’s Group.” Among the group’s goals: “Recovering generative King and Warrior qualities.”

King? Warrior? Now you’re speaking my language. The flyer advised, “For More Information Call Bo . . . . “

A men’s group run by a guy named Bo? As in, Bo knows the Men’s Movement. I always think of men’s groups being run by guys named Fillmore. I could feel my uptightness dissipating.

I called and talked to Bo. Bo Milosevic, who has a bachelor’s degree in science and has spent six years working with men’s groups, as well as working as a body and breath therapist in Encinitas specializing in “emotional re-integration.”

On the phone, Bo projected an aura of tranquillity, not a man bothered by the nettles of daily life.

I mentioned Anita Hill and Clarence Thomas. Until I refreshed his memory, Bo didn’t recognize the names: “Sorry, I was in my mode of thinking about therapists and writers.”

Bo is a believer in Robert Bly, whose book “Iron John,” a “mythopoetic” approach to self-help, is the catechism of the Men’s Movement.

Bo’s group reads and discusses “Iron John,” beats on drums and does some rhythmic movement. Every Tuesday for two hours, $10 per session.

One discussion concerned how a man can make a living and still be environmentally sensitive. Jokes are allowed.

“It’s not like a comedy shop,” Bo says, “but we’re not deadly serious in everything we do.”

I move in with my clincher question. Is there a lot of male crying? I can’t stand adult male crying.

“That’s not what we dig for,” Bo reassures. I feel better already. Bo sounds OK.

San Diegans, Famous and Infamous

More or less.

* Seuss-a-mania hits Manhattan.

New York magazine reports that an original storyboard drawn by Dr. Seuss for the television special “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” can be had from the Alexander Gallery in New York for $80,000.

And Sloan’s market in New York is advertising a dozen eggs (99 cents), ham ($1.69 per pound), and enough food coloring to make the eggs green ($2.59).

* San Diego sculptor Lawrence Heyda has done a 12-inch-tall marble statue of Ronald Reagan sitting on his horse. For the Reagan Presidential Library, which opens to the public Tuesday.

* Added to the Elephant Alliance auction set for Friday: a baseball bat autographed by Tim Flannery, a jersey signed by Padre outfielder Darrin Jackson and a “Harvey” sketch done by Jimmy Stewart.

* Former President Gerald Ford comes to San Diego on Tuesday to address the Institute for International Research convention.

* San Diego County Republicans are crowing about a new computerized program that will allow candidates with limited funds to tap into lists of likely voters, absentee voters and other precinct data.

* ABC’s “20-20” does a piece on Betty Broderick this Friday. Complete with jailhouse interview and court coverage.

* San Diego bumper sticker: “One False Move and I Start Taking Hostages.”

Red Light Rerun

In case you thought no one cares about San Diego history . . . .

The Kansas City Steakhouse in downtown San Diego will re-enact the Great Stingaree Raid a week from today, 79 years after the real event in which San Diego cops, goaded by the Purity League, arrested 138 madams and prostitutes and put them forcibly on a train to L.A.

The re-enactment, complete with steak dinner, is $20 per person, with part of the proceeds going to the San Diego Historical Society.

The Steakhouse has claim to authenticity: It now occupies the same site on 5th Avenue that once housed Mrs. C. A. McDermott’s “rooming house for young ladies,” one of the red-light establishments raided in 1912.