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Section Wednesday, June 20, 1984 Judge relies on his local roots A Ls --p sional one which he held for 33 years. While he toyed with the idea of becoming a newspaperman, studied political science and became outstanding senior of the class of 1941 at the University of Pittsburgh, Aldisert also led the Roosevelt College Clubs for the western half of the state and forged the political connections that helped put him on the bench. At the top of the list was Lawrence. "He stood for the proposition that good government is the best politics. That was what first drew me to him.

Then I saw what he was able to do in this city by working with the Mellon interests to bring about the first Renaissance of this city. I imagine he's turning over in his grave when he sees what the Democratic Party is like now." Aldisert admits there was corruption and rampant patronage under the old system, but he said reformers have "thrown out the baby with the bath water." The result he said is less efficient government and a tremendous burden on the courts. When people can't Please see Judge. B7 USAir proposes air corridor deal By Mary Stolbcrg The Pittsburgh Press Autographed pictures of national statesmen such as Walter Mondale, Peter Rodino and Griffin Bell line the walls of his chambers. But Judge Ruggero Aldisert says the most impressive politician he has ever known was former Pittsburgh political boss David Lawrence.

That's not surprising since Aldisert, 64, of 1000 Grandview Mount Washington, is an ardent Ron Villareale, right, and By P.J. Boyle The Pittsburgh Press USAir has proposed a compromise that would preserve the Pitts-burgh-to-London air route but give that same service to St. Louis, which wants Pittsburgh's entitlement to fly nonstop to England. In filings before the Civil Aeronautics Board yesterday, USAir and Allegheny County asked the federal agency that regulates overseas flights to allow Pittsburgh to keep its status as a designated gateway 1 for nonstop service to London. But USAir went a step further in suggesting a hybrid arrangement which would give St.

Louis a gateway starting in April 1985. In return, USAir proposed that the resumption of Pittsburgh's dormant service to London be delayed until April 1986, when a United States-United Kingdom treaty establishing American gateways provides that another may be opened. seat in Philadelphia. "The people here are friendly and I prefer the atmosphere here. I think in some ways we're more sophisticated here than in other parts of the circuit because we have much more understanding of various ethnic groups," he said.

Aldisert's own perspective on ethnicity comes from his father, an Italian tailor who settled in Carnegie, became active in politics and was appointed to the coroner's office. By teaching himself law and medicine, he managed to turn his job from a political one to a profes during cross-country ride "Friends," a non-profit group based in his hometown of Easton, Mass. The organization lobbies on behalf of prisoners of war and men missing in action and also runs publicity campaigns like the cross-country ride. "We picked the horses because it hearkens to a time in our history when we had solid principles that we adhered to," he said. Much of that spirit has been lost, he contends, and the "widespread disregard, or worse yet, ignorance, about the fate of those 2,500 men left in Southeast Asia demonstrates the change in Pittsburgher who says his upbringing here has given a unique shape to the legal philosophy he will bring to his job as chief judge of the 3rd U.S.

Circuit Court of Appeals. After he is sworn in today, Aldisert will oversee all of the federal courts in Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Delaware and the Virgin Islands. Aldisert gets the post because he is the most senior judge on the appellate court When he was appointed in 1968 by President Lyndon Johnson, Aldisert said he kept his home and chambers here rather than moving to the court friends take a break here gan May 15 in Washington, D.C., and will end in November in Los Angeles. In black T-shirts that read "Friends of the P.O.W.s and M.I.A.S," they rode to the entrance of Point State Park introducing a somber note to the festive Arts Festival crowds. They intended to make a speech at the park but were politely told by city police that making speeches as well as watering horses in the Point State Park fountain was forbidden.

The group left within about an hour in search of a camping spot outside the city. Villareale is president of Ruggero Aldisert Keeps home in city The plan would give Pittsburgh an extra year to select an alternate carrier to provide the nonstop overseas flights that Trans World Airlines failed to develop when it joined Allegheny County in winning a Pittsburgh gateway three years ago. The motions were filed in response to a joint request by TWA and the City of St. Louis to transfer the Pittsburgh gateway to St. Louis, where TWA operates its hub.

Although Pittsburgh has not enjoyed nonstop London flights since TWA started, then abandoned, them in 1981, county officials consider gateway status at Greater Pittsburgh International Airport an important tool in rebuilding the region's troubled economic base. USAir's motion filed with the CAB yesterday registers no objection to a St. Louis gateway as long as Pittsburgh's entitlement to a gateway is preserved. Please see USAir.B7 pickets (at each of two entrances) but they didn't honor it. As many as 12 have stood out there jeering, 'We closed Kroger; We'll close LeRoy had planned to close the store temporarily last night but decided to keep it open after Nar-ick's order.

"It's up to our customers now," he said. "We'll be open from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m. Monday through Saturday and from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.

on Sunday. If the pickets behave, we'll try to maintain our regular hours. "The community does need the store. They want it to stay open. When the police come, the pickets are on their best behavior.

When the police leave, they start bothering people." The store, located at the intersection of Claybourne Street and South Negley Avenue, used to be a Kroger store and Local 23 represented its employees. LeRoy, who has owned another Foodland store in East Liberty since 1981, opened the Shadyside store last month. Like the employees at his East Liberty store, the workers Please see Grocery, B8 Pickets limited; grocery stays open Riding for MIAs Horsemen want accounting for 2,500 lost in Viet war By Lawrence Walsh The Pittsburgh Press Local 23 of the United Food and Commercial Workers union has been ordered to limit its picketing at a Shadyside Foodland store so customers can come and go without interference. Common Pleas Judge Emil E. Narick yesterday afternoon also told the local it would be subject to charges of contempt of court if any attempt was made to use subterfuge to evade the order.

Although he reminded union officials that their members have a legal right to picket, Narick emphasized it must be peaceful. "There will only be two pickets at each entrance and they must keep moving. They are not to block people or bother them," he said. The judge's tough talk, however, failed to convince store owner Ray LeRoy that the pickets would obey. "They'll violate it," he predicted.

"We had a gentleman's agreement with the union last week. They promised to post no more than three By Mary Pat' Flaherty The Pittsburgh Press Compelled by a moral obligation and sustained by last year's earnings from his construction business, Ron Villareale rides on horseback across the country reminding anyone who pauses long enough to talk with him that there still are about 2,500 soldiers unaccounted for from the Vietnam War. Like the horsemen of the apocalypse, Villareale and three others rode through Pittsburgh yesterday on a transcontinental trip that be Thorn ShelbyThe Pittsburgh Press for MIAs In 1968 Villareale ended a four-year tour with the Navy in Europe. Though he never served in Vietnam, "I feel a moral obligation to bring attention to the plight of these men." The group has promises of donations, he said, and sometimes those have been realized in gifts like the $200 worth of canned goods donated by the Italian Club in Export, Westmoreland County. "But mostly, we're paying for this out-of-pocket." Accompanying Villareale were three riders who joined him in cen- Please see MIAs, B7 Mustek Battered wife's anniversary marks start of new life Every day that he could, she cleaned the house spotlessly, dressed carefully, put on her makeup, spruced up the kids, and the three of them sat on the front porch, waiting for him to come home.

"I must've gotten my marital ideals from a Tom Jerry book," she laughs, the lilt back. His depression worsened. Maybe 15 times over the years, he knocked her around. She got the guilts. "You think, 'Maybe it's not too He was always sorry.

You think, 'Maybe it'll get It never did. Her guilt deepened. "For months and months, I kept thinking, 'If he had cancer, I wouldn't desert she says. That's when they started going to marriage counseling. She embraced it: "If we can just sit down and talk, everything will be OK." He fought the counselor: "That's just your opinion." They separated, for six months the first time.

She got "panicky." She had to go on welfare to feed the kids, although they owned a home in maybe the nicest surburb in the county. She went to the grocery store with her food stamps: "Every time, I was so embarrassed that I had to explain to people why I was using them." He vacationed in the Caribbean and came home after six months and punched her around some more. They separated for good 15 months ago. "Looking back," she says, "I think the reason for it ending was mostly that there was no respect between us." Still, she is confused, constantly asks herself what happened. Cries when she hears the love songs Willie Nelson's haunting "You were always on my mind." And feels her stomach flop when she watches married couples.

But one day, everything she had felt for him began to fall away, one thin layer at a time. "I got. to feeling very unloved," she says, idly pushing another cardboard box full of 13 years. "I didn't feel very important in his life. You know, I'd always thought talking would make it better.

"But it dies. Slowly, it dies. "I never really counted not enough." 4 4 fTfHERE'S NO GOOD GUYS, there's no bad there's II just you and me and we just disagree." 'Old Mac Davis tune. It is her anniversary. "Yeah, I guess it is, if this is June 19th," she muses.

Only a chance remark has reminded her of it. The white charger roared romantically up to her side 13 years ago; yesterday, it rode off for good, saddle empty. "I dated him when I was 20; we got married when I was 26," she laughs very softly, visions of the white charger still riding the back roads of her memory. "You think I would've known better by then, huh?" She is 39. Mother of two.

A battered wife, although not bitter about it. The lingering bruises are all emotional. "It wasn't the stuff you think about, him coming home and beating me up out of his own frustration. Until the final two years, anyway. It was always grabbing my arm, or throwing me against the wall, like I was a kid.

"And he was always sorry." As she talks, she nudges a cardboard box full of dishes with one foot. "I can't quite believe it's happening," she says. 'This is my life. It's very sad." And it is over, a 13-year connection, irreparably broken. The movers will have come and gone before you read this.

Oh, they tried. They went to a series of marriage counselors. She saw three therapists on her own. The first one didn't help, the second made a heavy pass at her, the third turned the light on. So, she's moving out-of-state with the kids; her husband will still be on vacation when they leave.

"That's sad, too, huh?" she says. In a half-hour, she ticks off the reasons for a marriage foundering after 13 years. Not bitterly, nor in anger; but sadly, and in confusion: His depression, her naivete; his drug use, her inability to face it; an abortion he wanted until it happened, one that she hated and never forgave him for; his depression, her lost self-respect. Finally, a love that just leaked away to nothing. Her father was puritanical; she wasn't allowed to date in high school.

Neither was he. At college, he was so non-threatening, so positive, his touch on her tender self-esteem so reassuring. She always had her eyes on the horizon, for a guy on a white charger. "He came along at just the right time," she says, a touch of self- mockery pitching a kind of amused lilt into her voice. "I was insecure with the opposite sex.

So was he. But he decided college was a place where he could be whatever he wanted to be." Their courtship was stormy, their destiny carved in bronze. They got married. "I knew I shouldn't have done it," she says, the lilt lost to regret, "but I was desperate. I'd known a lot of girls in graduate school, lived with them.

I was afraid to be alone. Knowing what I know now, it would've been a piece of cake by comparison." He started smoking dope, she started fantasizing about the kids who would make him stop. She said, "I don't want you to smoke dope." He said, "I'll go out and smoke." She thought, "Better here than somewhere else." She got pregnant; he couldn't face it. She asked him how he felt about being a father. He said, "Hey, we can't afford it." "It was like talking to a brick wall," she says.

"I wanted him to say that everything would be OK." He didn't. "It was, 'Sorry, I can't help she says, bitterness surfacing briefly. She was church-raised. She had an abortion. "On the way home from the hospital, he said, 'You know, I really wanted that baby.

Everything would've been So, she regrouped and purposely got pregnant within 10 months. They planned for both kids. When the second was born, he got so depressed he couldn't work two days in five..