Saturday, April 29, 2017




Steve Patten                                                                                                                                   Editor, Lee & Grant International                                                                                                    2029 Verdugo Boulevard #210, Montrose, California 91020                                              Telephone:  1-800-533-4726                                                                                                           Text:  (770) 402-2948                                                                                                                            E-mail:  or                 

Campaign in Brief                                                                        next page
Strategic Objective                                                                            page 1
            Method for Achieving Strategic Objective                                       page 1
            Tactics for Achieving Strategic Objective                                        page 1
            Personnel Required                                                                           page 2
            Time Allotted for Campaign                                                              page 3
            Budgeted Cost                                                                                   page 3
            Financing the Campaign                                                                    page 3
            Attachment 1:  My $14 Million Bill To CBS News                         page 5
                                       Background on Steve Patten vs CBS
            Attachment 2:  CBS News and My Expense Reports                     page 7
            Attachment 3:  Steve’s Resume                                                       page 8
            Attachment 4:  Edward R. Murrow and Annie Lee Moss            page 10
            Attachment 5:  Most recent letter to CBS News President         page 12                                                     David Rhodes and invoice
            Attachment 6:  CBS News expense reports, 21 January 1987     


Steve Patten is a former reporter for CBS News who reported for CBS in the 1970s and 1980s on television and radio from around the world.  CBS News management then informed Steve it had been told he was secretly a CIA agent using journalism as a cover.  Steve vehemently denied it and demanded to know where CBS got its information.  CBS would never reveal its source(s), eventually fired Steve in 1985, and refused to reimburse him for expenses at his last duty station for CBS in Seoul, South Korea. 

Recover expense monies due.  Steve demanded for years following his firing that CBS pay the monies owed.  In January 2016 Steve wrote CBS News president David Rhodes again demanding payment.  CBS again refused, using the excuse that the demand for expense reimbursement was far too late, that is, in 2016.  CBS has had these expense reports for 30 years and Steve so advised Mr. Rhodes.  CBS has still declined to pay.  Steve’s latest billing to CBS is dated 25 April 2017, and including interest and late fees, is for $18 million plus.

Method for Achieving Objective
Conduct a coordinated public relations effort to convince CBS its reputation it projects as an ethical and responsible news organization will substantially suffer in this age of political correctness by continuing to refuse to meet its financial obligation to one of its former reporters who it had unjustly accused of being a CIA agent and then fired.

Likelihood of Success for this Campaign
At Fox News the need to protect its corporate image in the light of alleged misconduct by its leading journalist, Bill O’Reilly, whose presence on-air brought Fox millions of dollars and first place in the ratings, resulted in the Fox decision to dismiss Mr. O’Reilly.
It is not unreasonable to conclude that CBS, also seeking to protect its corporate image, will decide under the pressure of public scrutiny brought on by this campaign that it is in its own interest to settle with Steve.

Call to Action
If you wish to learn more about this campaign and possibly become involved, please read on to the full campaign plan that starts on the following page.  Contact information for Steve is on the cover page.


Tuesday, April 18, 2017



Spend one week (five days) at our school learning the basics of what it takes to become a successful reporter, in print as well as broadcast journalism.

We will talk about researching those stories that will interest your market.  You will learn how to develop sources, evaluate and confirm information you are gathering, and how you apply effective techniques to get the most out of your interviews.  

You will get into the fundamentals of good report writing and the effective spoken report, including composing a lead that will make the reader or listener or viewer want to know more.  We will study how to properly structure your report to communicate clearly its main information and analysis and then tie it all together with a solid conclusion.

In addition to developing your reportorial skills in the classroom we will go in to the field to visit local news outlets to see how working journalists do their job.
These five days will give you a firm foundation for deciding whether you truly want to pursue journalism as a career and, if you do, the tools to make it a successful and rewarding career.
Instructor:  Steve Patten, Editor, Lee & Grant International, former CBS News and U.S. News & World Report reporter, and co-author of the book, Foreign Correspondent (available at, ISBN: 978-0-996185-0-6), a memoir of his career as a journalist working in the Far East, Middle East, Central America and the U.S.

Seminar dates:

Atlanta:  June 26 – 30, 2017  or  July 31 – August 4, 2017                                                               Los Angeles:  July 10 - 14, 2017  or  August 7 – 11, 2017                                                           Chicago:  July 24 – 28, 2017  or  August 14 – 18, 2017

Tuition:  $995.

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Thursday, April 13, 2017



By Steve Patten

          Our Lady of Lourdes Church                                                                             Tujunga, California

8 April 2017

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.  My name is Steve Patten.  For the last 30 years I have been Pattie’s business partner.  And, in the greatest honor of my life, for the last 20 days I have been her husband.  Pattie’s daughters, Lona and Gay, have asked me to share some thoughts with you about their mother.

(At this point I introduced my brother, Rev. Skip Bushee, and said that he would offer a reading from the Bible.  Skip got up and addressed the audience, telling them he officiated at Pattie’s and my wedding.  He then mentioned that he thought it would be appropriate to read a passage from first Corinthians that he had read at our wedding, which he did and then sat down.  He was great.     I continued:)

Lona, Gay, Bev, Kathy, Karen, Franco, Darren, Ryan, Daniel, Patrick, Carina, Joe, Eddie, Mickey, Father Rolly, . . . . . Father Rolly, thank you for another beautiful service.  I hope you know how much the Mosure, Barone, and Silversparre families love and respect you. . . . . . . . Ladies and gentlemen.

I would give anything in the world not to be standing here today.  But I am.  If I had my druthers, my inclination would be to go somewhere and curl up and cry.  But I don’t have that option today, for I am operating under strict instructions from Pattie.  And I always follow Pattie’s strict instructions . . . . . . .

What’s that, Pattie?  Okaaaay . . . . . I sometimes follow Pattie’s strict instructions.

And those instructions were – she told me this many times -  she wanted any memorial for her to be a happy one, with smiles and laughter.  So, my job today is to make you smile, to make you laugh.

She Meant So Much to So Many

The 19th century German poet, Heinrich Heine, once wrote:  “Every woman is the gift of a world to me.”  Pattie was my life’s most precious gift and, I know, a gift to many others in the roles she played in her life.

Loving, attentive, supportive wife to Keith Mosure, known as “Mo,” through their years together in the U.S. Army, then in the Automobile Club of Southern California, and in the many years she nursed Mo through his long illness.

Incredible mother to her two daughters, Lona and Gay, and their almost adopted daughters, Bev, Kathy, and Karen.  Wonderful mother to the two great guys who married Lona and Gay, Franco, who always called Pattie, Gramalamadingdong, and Darren.  Franco and Darren were not sons-in­-law to Pattie.  They were sons.

And in the role she cherished so, that of grandmother, or “Grammie,” to her grandchildren.  To her Golden Grandson, Ryan.  She thrilled Ryan recently when she told him she knew what a “wraparound” is in hockey.  She was studying hockey because Gay was going to take her to a game.  And she told Ryan he could wear jeans to any memorial for her.  I hope you are wearing jeans, Ryan.

Her grandson, Daniel, the boy, she always, always said, who hurt her heart.  To her Irish Protectonator, Patrick.  And to her Little Princess, Carina.  Pattie loved her role as “Grammie,” to her grandchildren and “Grammie Pattie” to so many others.

Sister to Joe, Eddie, who passed away just after Pattie, and Mickey, who has been gone for awhile.  Joe, who still lives in Florida, deserves special recognition.  As a teenager, he worked hard to support his brothers and little sister, Pattie.  You deserve a lot of credit for that, Joe.

Businesswoman, as insurance agent for the Automobile Club of Southern California and later as president of our company, Lee & Grant.

Then in that role about which she was so passionate, the one Kenny Rogers sang about.  What role am I talking about? Yes, the Gambler.  You all know the song, you know the lyrics.  Sing along with me:
                                                             You got to know when to hold ‘em,                                                                                                   Know when to fold ‘em,                                                                                                                             Know when to walk away,                                                                                                             Know when to run.

Stop!!!  No, she didn’t.  She didn’t know when to walk away.  She didn’t know when to run.  25-cent video poker at the slot machine was her game.  And she could sit at that machine for hours!!!  It was a gift for Pattie.  We all should be so lucky.  When she was at her slot machine, she could forget everything else, not a care in the world, just enjoy herself.  The only people who had near her staying power at the machines were her daughters, Lona and Gay.  When we all went to a casino, those three were three peas in a pod.  And also her good friend, Judy Walker.

Pattie always joked, in reference to her devotion to 25-cent video poker, that when she passed away and her casket came by you, all she wanted was for you to throw quarters on her casket.  That would delight her.

Pattie was a fighter.  Diagnosed with lung cancer in 2003, she underwent a tough operation, at the hands of her superb surgeon, Dr. Raymond Schaerf.  Then nine months of grueling chemotherapy and radiation under the watchful and expert eye of her wonderful oncologist, Dr. John Gunnell.  And she came out on top.  On top!!

Pattie stayed in touch with her great heart doctor, Dr. Hugo Riffel-Dalinger, who always told her, “You have a happy heart, a happy heart.”

One time she was in the office of her internist, Dr. Leon Partamian, another great doctor.  
Dr. Partamian asked her if she knew why she beat lung cancer, why she survived.  Pattie replied that she had great doctors, wonderful support from her family.  Dr. Partamian allowed as all that was true.  But, he emphasized, the most important thing was her attitude, her attitude that she could survive, that she could beat lung cancer.

Pattie was a fighter, Lona and Gay.  Your mother was a fighter.  She was not a hospice type.  I tried to tell you both that.  I tried to reason with you.  But neither one of you would listen to me. The purpose of life is not to let go, as you both kept urging your mother.  The purpose of life is not to die.  The purpose of life is to live.

I am not blaming anyone for Pattie’s death but myself.  Pattie did not have to die when she did.  I am responsible for that.  She always relied upon me to protect her.  Always.  I tried the best I could over the years.  But when she needed me the most, I let her down.

She had a great pulmonologist, Dr. Robin Solymanijam, who did everything he could to help her breathe better.  And a wonderful respiratory therapist, Veronica or Victoria or Monica.  Pattie loved Veronica but often did not get her name quite right.  Veronica spent hours with Pattie, making sure her oxygen was right, giving her breathing treatments, checking her equipment.  She even on her own time went to Gay’s house where Pattie was staying to look over her breathing aides at home.

Are any of the medical professionals who helped Pattie here today?  (Veronica raises her hand.)  Veronica, stand up please.  (Veronica gets up.)  That is the face of heroism, ladies and gentlemen.  The face of heroism.  (Applause from the audience and Veronica sits down.)  I almost hope some day, Veronica, I have heart trouble, so I can go to you as my heart surgeon.  You are going to be a great doctor.

A Lady Who Loved Life

Pattie loved to laugh.  And, like many people with a great sense of humor, she could laugh at herself.  We were at the Casino Magic in Biloxi, Mississippi, about to leave our room to go downstairs to gamble.  She looked terrific, as always, but I noticed she was missing one item from her ensemble.  So, I said to her, “Pattie, are we forgetting anything?”  Slightly annoyed, she looked at me puzzled and said that she didn’t think so and suggested we get downstairs to start gambling.

I pointed downward.  She was dressed to the nines from head to almost toe.  What she had forgotten and what she saw when she looked down was she was not wearing any shoes.  She was beautifully coiffured and elegantly dressed, but barefoot.  She just put her head back and laughed.

Funny things happened to Pattie.  There was the time a wild, ravenous goose chased Pattie, her good friend, Mimi, and Ryan when he was two or three all across Descanso Gardens.  They barely escaped by diving into their car and driving off.

Once she told her girls she could do a headstand.  And she proceeded to do a perfect one with head on the floor, feet straight up in the air, body against the wall.  Then she announced to her girls, still in that position, that she remembered how to get into a headstand but couldn’t remember how to get out of the headstand.

And the time she was at the airport – I forget which one – rushing to catch her flight.  We normally flew together, but this time I wasn’t with her.  She stopped briefly in the bathroom and then headed to her gate.   Suddenly a lady got in her path, got right in her face.  Almost simultaneously a man, who turned out to be the lady’s husband, stood right behind Pattie.

“Dear, the woman said to Pattie, “you have toilet paper stuck in the back of your pants and you are dragging a trail of toilet paper behind you.” Pattie would often tell that story on herself.  She said when she got to the gate she could overhear people say, “Isn’t that the funniest thing you have ever seen?!?!”

She often called herself “Ms. Malaprop.”  Yes, she could misspeak, but when she wanted to make a point she could zone right in.  Several weeks ago we were in her room at Verdugo Hills Hospital.  I think Tony and Karen were there.  I was boasting about my stable of young women I maintain on the side, an apocryphal stable.  Pattie listened for a bit, then sat up, looked at me and said, “Yeah right, you old buzzard.”  You old buzzard.  Now that has a memorable ring to it, doesn’t it?

Pattie loved to play jokes on others.   Like the time she told the girls she had to get back to Atlanta.  The truth was she had a few days still to go before she had to leave, but she wanted to have a little fun with her daughters.  She asked they drive her to the Burbank airport and when they got there she asked that they walk her to the gate, in the days when people not flying out could accompany passengers to their gate.

Pattie had taken Lona into her confidence but not Gay.  Now, Gay had broken her ankle and was walking on crutches.  But she, the dutiful daughter, agreed to walk her mother to the gate as she hobbled along.  Pattie chose the farthest gate she could and when they got to that gate, of course, there was no airplane, there were no passengers or airline personnel. 

Pattie feigned panic.  “What am I going to do?  I have got to get back to Atlanta and back to work.  I can’t miss this plane.”

Gay, always the logical one, assured her mother they would find out what happened and get her on a plane for Atlanta.  Pattie said, “Oh, that’s okay.  I think I’ll just stay a couple of extra days.”  Gay got it immediately and looked at her mother and said, “You pain in the ___________.”  Then Gay hobbled off.

Pattie had quite a startle pattern.  If you surprised her, she could react dramatically.  Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who attended our memorial last November I apologize, for I am going to repeat a story I told then.  Many people here today have not heard it and also it is so revealing of Pattie.  But, again, I apologize to those who will be sitting through this story a second time.

Pattie and her two little girls were walking down a street in Bangkok, when they were all stationed in Thailand.  Bangkok is a big, bustling, noisy, crowded city.  The girls were nine or ten and they looked soooooo cute as Pattie held Lona in one hand and Gay in the other.  Suddenly a scary looking Thai man appeared out of nowhere and lunged at the three ladies.

Pattie’s startle pattern went in to high gear.  She screamed and ran into a nearby shop, through the shop, into an alleyway, and then raced up the alleyway.  If I were covering this story, I would have said, “Look at that woman go.  In my 80 years of news reporting I have never seen such blazing speed in man, woman, or beast. . . . . . . ." Is anyone going to say anything?  Someone could stop me, you know, when I said “80 years.”  Yeah, he looks about an even 100 . . . . . .

That’s all right.  I was on my morning jog just the other day.  I guess I wasn’t looking very good, for a young man in a car, slowed down alongside me, rolled down his window, and said, “Excuse me, sir, how old are you?”  I answered, “102.”  "Oh," he said.  I am going to have to start looking more in the mirror. . . . . .

Back to Pattie.  She is on the main thoroughfare, running at breakneck speed and closing in on her home compound, which is surrounded by a 20-foot high security fence.  She leaps over the security fence in a single bound and races for her apartment building!!!!  Forget  the elevator!  She sprints up multiple flights of stairs, taking 10, 15, 20 steps at a time!!!!

Up to her apartment, she crashes through the door, then smashes it closed behind her, and rests against the door.  Safe, safe at last.

Then she looks to her left.  She looks to her right.  Arrrrrrrrgh.  My daughters!!  I forgot my daughters!!!

Don’t worry, ladies and gentlemen.  Some kindly Thai ladies back at the scene, who worked at a nearby beauty shop where Pattie got her hair done, saw the whole thing.  They brought Lona and Gay into their shop and entertained them until their mother came back to reclaim the girls Pattie had earlier abandoned.

Anyone meeting Pattie for the first time liked her right away.  We went to Dallas, Texas in 1998 to cover the 25-year reunion of Operation Homecoming, when our prisoners-of-war came home from communist prison camps in North and South Vietnam in 1973 near the end of the Vietnam War.  Ross Perot had invited the former POWs to his ranch outside Dallas and we went to the hotel where the POWs were staying.  They were a great bunch of guys.

Also arriving there was superstar entertainer Tony Orlando.  Tony is a wonderful supporter of veterans, especially POWs.  He will forever be associated with his most famous song, “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree,” the yellow ribbon being a symbol of Welcome Home to our troops from overseas.  I am wearing a yellow ribbon on my lapel, a gift from Pattie.

We were all enjoying ourselves one afternoon in a meeting room at that Dallas hotel when I realized I didn’t know where Pattie was.  If we are in a group or in a crowd I try to keep an eye on her.  I looked around and then I saw them.  Pattie and Tony Orlando were arm-in-arm, laughing, joking, singing, hugging, kissing.  I might as well have been a fly on the wall.

To know Pattie was to love her.

Getting to Know Pattie

In 1985 I came back to the U.S. from overseas, having served for a number of years as a journalist in various foreign posts.  I landed in Los Angeles and wanted to get back into American society after 10 years or so working out of the country.  

I didn’t have a car and I didn’t have car insurance.  So, I called up AAA and reached a pleasant insurance agent, Bill Gorby.  Bill was very nice, but after a few telephone conversations he told me he had to turn me over to another agent.  He said it was just office rules.  I told him I was sorry because he had been very helpful.

He said not to worry because she was a very good agent and that her name was Pattie Mosure and that she would help me.  The problem was I had been gone, out of the country, so long that I really didn’t have any record to check, driving or credit history, and that it might be difficult to get underwriting to approve me for insurance.  So, we arranged for me to come in to the office to talk with Pattie.

At the appointed date and time I arrived at the office of the Automobile Club of Southern California in Montrose on Montrose Avenue to meet with Pattie.  I checked in and waited to meet Pattie Mosure.  As I was waiting I noticed the other guys in the office also waiting to be helped were staring at something.  When you see men staring like that you know that means only one thing:  they are looking at a woman.

I like to look at women.  So, I wanted to see what they were staring at.  Then, I spotted her.  And I started staring as well.

She was weaving around several desks trying to get to the counter where we were all waiting.  Suddenly, she took a sharp left turn and started walking directly towards me!!  I panicked.  What was I going to do?  What was I going to say?

Here was this gorgeous woman smiling, looking at me, and coming straight at me.  I felt like the Peanuts comic strip character, Charlie Brown, who is in love with the little red-haired girl but can never get up the courage to talk with her.  Every time she comes near him he puts a paper bag over his head.  If I had had a paper bag I would have put it over my head!!

I started talking to myself, trying to get a hold of the situation.  “Steve, you have been in high pressure situations before.  You served with the Marine Corps in South Vietnam.  You were a CBS News reporter covering wars around the world.  You have been shot at, bombed, shelled, punched, captured by enemy combatants and held as a prisoner-of-war in the Middle East.  You can handle this, Steve.  Right??  Get a grip on yourself.  Man up.  Man up!!!!!

She was wearing a royal blue dress with a little cinch belt.  She looked like a million bucks.
She walked up to me, extended her hand, and said, “Hi, Steve.  I’m Pattie.”

In spite of all my preparations to stay cool I immediately lapsed into a catatonic state, finally managing to blurt out a few unintelligible sounds.  Pattie walked me over to one side and calmed me down.  We talked about getting me the automobile insurance, which she was eventually able to do after a long explanation to underwriting.

We became friends and would occasionally have lunch together.  We talked a lot.  We discovered that we had very similar, eerily similar, backgrounds.  Pattie was an Irish Catholic girl from Massachusetts.  The only time I had been married to that point I married a lovely young lady who was an Irish Catholic girl from Massachusetts.  My dad’s family was from Massachusetts and he was a graduate of MIT.

We both had military backgrounds, she in the Army, I in the Marine Corps.

Our paths had actually almost crossed years before.  In the fall of 1961 I was a freshman at the University of California at Berkeley.  During that time a young, 18-year-old mother  with her two little daughters came through the San Francisco Bay area on their way to Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines.  They had to stay overnight in Burlingame, a city just south of San Francisco where the airport was located and across the bay from where I was in Berkeley.

I often joked with Pattie that she should have put her two little urchins in urchin daycare or urchin nightcare or whatever you do with urchins and called me.  I would have showed her the town.  She always gave me the same answer:  Fat chance, fella!!!

We found we both had broken, unhappy childhoods.  I dealt with that by becoming embittered.  I let it affect much of my life.  That was the coward’s way of dealing with it.

On the other hand, Pattie as a little eight-year-old little girl sat on the outside steps of a Catholic church in Lowell, Massachusetts.  She had just attended the funeral of her mother.  There was no father around.  Only some brothers and grandparents.

This little girl – Pattie Lee Doyle - vowed that someday she would have a happy family.  Someday, if God gave her children, she would give her children the happy childhood she never had.  And that is what she did.  She married a remarkable man, Keith Mosure, who served in the U.S. Army for 20 years protecting this country as a military intelligence expert.  God did give her children and she gave them the happy childhood she never had.

I would suggest to you, ladies and gentlemen, that little girl showed courage, strength, commitment to ideals.  Traits Pattie Mosure maintained throughout her life.

We later formed our own company, Lee & Grant.  We agreed she should be president of the company.  Pattie worked tirelessly recruiting students for our classes.  She spent countless hours on the telephone.  When we drove to a location to give a class, she would be sitting in the passenger seat typing out mailing labels.  Every so often she asked that we stop at a gas station so that she could go to the phone booth – this was before cell phones -and call our 800 number to see if any students wanted to enroll in our classes.

At one point we felt we needed a computer for our company.  So, we went to Office Depot and bought a small, back and white, IBM, laptop computer for $2,300.  We got back to our office, pulled the computer out of the box, and looked for the instructions.  There were none.  So, Pattie taught herself how to use the computer.

Not comfortable as a public speaker, she forced herself to come into our classes, usually after the noon break as the students were coming back from lunch.  She joked with them, would have a raffle and give away a prize, and thank the students for their business.  The students ate it up.  They loved it.

She continued in this public speaking role after we co-authored our books.  For our book, “Learning Iraqi Arabic,” she was the English speaking voice of the lady in Baghdad, Iraq on the CDs that accompanied the book.  

When we were promoting our book, “Foreign Correspondent,” a memoir of my career as a journalist, we went to the valley to the studio of LATalk Radio for an interview on the book.  As we were driving there Pattie allowed as how she preferred they would just interview me and leave her out of it.  But when we got there and the radio announcer took one look at her, he insisted we both do the interview.  And she was fabulous on air.

She was a great president.  She was a great woman.

Pattie had a favorite expression:  Good always comes from bad.  The “good” we have today, ladies and gentlemen, is the memories she leaves us all.                                                            

Lastly, Pattie and I enjoyed music together.  We loved many songs, but didn’t really have “our song,” as many couples do.  One song, though, we particularly enjoyed - I believe it was the theme song for a James Bond movie – was “Nobody Does It Better.”  You’ll recognize it when you hear it:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Nobody does it better.                                                                                                  Makes me feel sad for the rest.                                                                                          Nobody does it half as good as you.                                                                                            Baby, you’re the best.                            

Sweetheart, I think everyone here today would agree, honey, when I tell you:  Baby, you’re the best.