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Review: “Ghostly Tales of Route 66” (NVF Magazine)

Review: Ghostly Tales of Route 66 (Chicago to Oklahoma)

NVF Magazine, November, 2008

Collection co-authored by Connie (Corcoran) Wilson & Michael McCarty

Quixote Press, 138 pages/$9.95

When I was first sent a copy of this first volume of a planned two-volume set of ghost stories set along Route 66, I automatically pictured a massive volume of ghastly, ghostly tales of haunting and possessions, co-written with other authors. Upon receiving the book, however, I was taken aback at first, sitting there holding in my hands a book of (supposedly) real-life events that (supposedly) happened on the infamous Route 66 that used to stretch from Chicago to California. (The first Volume stops in Oklahoma, with Oklahoma to California to follow).

Although the Mother Road is no longer used, it still, after all these decades, lives on in the hearts and minds of many who once traveled it and lived to tell bout it. And, fortunately for a lot of other avid ghost story fans and me, Wilson and McCarty decided to put together a collection of fifteen of these tales for our reading enjoyment.

Although it clocks in at only 138 pages, this neat little package still packs a sweet and creepy little wallop. The tales are short but sweet, and guaranteed to elicit a shiver or two. Although I am not a big fan of ghost stories, I do so enjoy a well-written, well-constructed ghost story collection with stories like “Rachel & David,” so, to me this book was a real guilty little pleasure.

The opening tale, “Resurrection Mary,” the tale of a young beauty killed on her way to a ballroom dance, is one of the real gems of the collection along with “Rachel & David” by Wilson, containing most of the key elements essential to a good old-fashioned “campfire tale” type ghost story: the sad and very dead girl, haunting the area of her demise, a waif-like beauty dressed in flowing white, hitchhiking along Route 66, haunting the ballroom where she danced in real life, searching for rest…peace…love?

It’s all here, as the tales seem to just float on by, late into the wee hours of the night, the reader unable to put the book down…

This book brought back childhood memories and a strong sense of nostalgia as I remembered the good old days, my friends and I huddled around a campfire, telling creepy tales late into the night, though not as good as these, of course.

I sincerely believe that this book would be a welcome addition to the personal library shelves of such literary masters as Stephen King and Peter Straub.

It is most definitely a welcome edition to mine.

Rating: 4 stars. Order by calling 1-800-571-2665.

Review: “Out of Time”

by Tom Ware

christmasbook-012I am a loyal Louis L’Amour fan, normally, but I volunteered to read and review Connie (Corcoran) Wilson’s and Michael McCarty’s new novel Out of Time. The novel is billed as a sci-fi thriller romance. One would-be reader who enjoys science fiction did not feel the book was as much science fiction (as the cover would suggest). She felt it was more a  thriller and a romance.

I enjoyed the change of pace this suspenseful tale offered, and found the author inserted many references to current events.  The novel held my interest.   It has chapters of varying lengths, each chapter introduced by poetry, some of it original, some of it from famous poets. The characters were believable, with events that I felt bordered on the advertised science fiction, as it included reference to time travel.

Connie Corcoran Wilson and Michael McCarty seem to be capable authors, and I would read another of their novels.  They seem to have done their research, and took a chance on creating original song lyrics to enhance the novel and introduce each chapter. (Much  of the original poetry was from Ms. Wilson’s second book Both Sides Now, where you may remember having seen  it previously)

A quick read and an interesting storyline, with some unanswered questions by novel’s end.

Rachel & David (from “Ghostly Tales of Route 66: Chicago to Oklahoma”)

This strange ghost story has been circulating in Webster Groves, Missouri for many years…

Rachel and David

By Connie Corcoran Wilson

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When Mike and I moved into the old house at 334 North Gore Street between North Rock Hill road and West Kirkham Avenue in Webster Groves, Missouri, we were intrigued by the handsome stone structure, the Rock House, our next-door neighbor.

“Wow! Look at that!” Mike’s awe at the beauty of this National Historic Landmark was evident in his voice. It was a great-looking place. The building had housed the Edgewood Children’s Center for emotionally disturbed children next door to our new rental since 1944.

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” I said, as we carried boxes from our U-Haul to the shabby-chic old house we had just rented as our new home. The landlord had seemed very glad to rent the place to us. We found out why when we settled in and discovered the extent of the renovation that was going to be necessary to make the house livable. Faulty plumbing. Creaking floorboards. Old furnace. The full complement of trouble.

“It’s a good thing our rent’s so low, or I’d consider moving to a fancier neighborhood.” Mike was smiling. He hugged me hard, too, and patted my pregnant stomach. I knew he was just having fun at my expense. We both loved the large leafy oak trees of Webster Groves and the grand houses that stood all around us. Our house might be a bit more run-down than the rest, but we were moving up in the world, for sure.

“Awwww! Don’t be like that. This is a terrific neighborhood. Why, the trees around here have to be at least one hundred and fifty years old! I read somewhere that a lot of this area was built around the time of the World’s Fair in St. Louis. Don’t you think this street looks just like that Judy Garland movie?”

“What Judy Garland movie?”

“You know…the one where she sang ‘Clang! Clang! Clang went the trolley!'” I sang the verse, to get Mike’s full attention, just as he was plugging in a standing lamp, only to discover that the electricity to the outlet seemed to be non-functioning.

“Oh! That’s ‘Meet Me in St. Louis.'”

“Louie?” I asked, with a laugh. Mike came over and hugged me tight once again.

“You better not be meeting anybody named Louie. You’re my wife, and I’m very happy that you are.” He kissed me softly on the cheek and returned to the lamp.

“Just think, Meg. It’s our very own home. Our first house.”

“Rented house,” I reminded him with a grin, just to keep things real.

We were newlyweds, married just shy of a year. Up until now, we had been living in cramped apartment quarters. One place we lived, we even had to go down the hall to use the community bathroom, so “our very own place,” as Mike had dubbed the run-down two-story frame house seemed palatial to us. We were ready, willing and able to start a family. This would be a great house for a child. I was four months pregnant, but I wasn’t showing, yet. Mike had just been appointed regional manager of the new chain shoe store down the road at the mall. Life was looking up.

The chill in the late October air made the fireplace inviting, but a small disaster with the flue left us banging on the ancient radiators. We prayed the heat would kick in before we turned to Popsicles. We were having trouble making anything work in the decrepit old house.

“Let’s huddle together for warmth,” Mike said, laughing.

“You just want an excuse to huddle. I’m not sure it’s for warmth.” I hugged him in return. “And we both know where that impulse has gotten us.” Just then, our attention was caught by a redheaded boy of about twelve, approaching our house from the direction of next door’s Children’s Center.

“Straighten up and fly right, Boy-Oh. Wouldn’t do to terrorize the neighbors. Especially since they’re all supposed to be children with emotional issues already.” The doorbell rang.

A ruddy-faced carrot-topped boy of about twelve stood there on the porch when I opened the door, clipboard and pen in his hand. Behind him, clutching a toy stuffed unicorn and silently regarding us with big blue eyes was a little girl who looked about six years old, presumably his younger sister.

“Hello, Mrs.” He said, in a courtly old-fashioned manner. “Would you care to order a Christmas wreath from the Edgewood Children’s Center? It’s not much money. We’ll deliver the wreath to you a month before Christmas. We’re just taking orders now.”

He looked so eager to please and was so polite that Mike and I both said, in unison, “How much?”

“Only ten dollars. They’re real. Blue spruce. It’ll smell great, and it’ll look great on the front door of this fine house.” He smiled. Apparently the redheaded entrepreneur was not above a little insincere flattery. Anything to make a sale.

“What’s your name?” we asked simultaneously.

“David.” He shuffled from foot to foot, the cold wind making his ruddy cheeks appear rosier.

“You cold, David?” I asked.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Want to come just inside the door while I give you our information? And maybe you’d like a cookie? We have some Oreos in the kitchen somewhere.” Mike and I were addicted to Oreos, always arguing about eating them “the proper way.” We had made sure before we packed the kitchen stuff in our former apartment that the Oreos would be right on top, so that we could have a quick pick-me-up of sugar whenever we wished. And, of course, we could also have our favorite debate over the “proper way” to eat an Oreo, with me favoring the white filling first and the cookie last, and Mike the reverse. We joked that we were like Jack Spratt and his Mrs. from the famous nursery rhyme.

“I’d like a cookie, Ma’am, but what’s an Oreo?” asked the shy, polite boy, as he stepped inside.

“You’ve never heard of Oreo cookies?”

“Oh! So it’s a type of cookie, then?”

“Why, yes. Yes, it is.” I didn’t know anyone who wouldn’t recognize the brand name.

“What about your little sister?” I asked David. The girl was lingering on the sidewalk. She had not climbed even one step up towards the top of the porch stoop.

“Oh, Rachel won’t come in. She don’t talk.”

“Can she have an Oreo?” I asked. In this day and age, you had to be careful about handing out candy or cookies to strange children.

“Sure, but she won’t say please and thank you, proper-like. It’s just her way. She don’t talk. And she won’t come inside, either. She got scared real bad. After that, she just quit talking.” I wanted to ask what had scared the poor thing that badly, but I didn’t want to pry into personal matters.

“That’s okay. If she can stand the cold, we’ll give her an Oreo to eat outside while she waits for you. It won’t take but a minute to give you our information. Her pet unicorn can have one, too.” As I said this, I extended two Oreo cookies towards the silent girl with the gigantic blue limpid pools for eyes, who was staring at me and clutching the pink stuffed unicorn as though it could save her.

Rachel took the first cookie and held it to the stuffed unicorn’s pink mouth. The unicorn did not take a bite. No surprise there. Rachel held the second cookie in her hand, her fingers clutched tightly around it. She made no move to put the Oreo in her mouth. Silence.

“Well, Rachel, we’ll have your brother back in a flash. Feed that unicorn while you wait.” I smiled in what I hoped was a kindly fashion as I shut the door against the cold. I could see that Rachel had not moved even one foot from the spot on the sidewalk she had chosen. She grasped the Oreos firmly in her slender fingers, uneaten.

“Our address is 334 North Gore Street, David, but we don’t have our phone hooked up, yet. We’re the Hansens…Mike and Meg Hansen.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Mrs. Hansen. We’ll deliver the wreaths personal-like, but not till one month before Christmas. I’ll collect the ten dollars then.”

“That sounds fine, David. And don’t forget your cookie!” David turned to leave as I almost forgot to give the young salesman his reward. I remarked, “It wouldn’t do to give your sister, Rachel, TWO cookies and not give you even one!”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Hansen. Rachel won’t mind. She knows I’d do anything for her. She’d share her cookies with me, if you forgot.” And then he was gone, giving us a last sad lingering look over his shoulder. He walked down the three steps to the sidewalk and rejoined his waiting sister and her pet unicorn. He took Rachel by the hand. They walked toward the cottonwood tree in the backyard of the Edgewood Children’s Center, fading into the haze of swirling smoke from autumn bonfires in the neighborhood of large trees.

Pyrite benzene, I thought to myself as the children disappeared in the haze from the burning leaves. Nasty stuff. That stuff can kill you. Those kids shouldn’t play near that bonfire. The people who work at the center should keep them away from that smoke. I hope the children don’t have asthma.

In the two weeks that followed, we learned more about the history of the Edgewood Children’s Center, researching it on the Internet. The children’s home was over one hundred and seventy-five years old. Originally, the St. Louis Association of Ladies had established it for the Relief of Orphan Children after the cholera epidemic of 1832. In 1834, the ladies came to the aid of the poor orphans, founding the Center. By 1848, the place had been renamed the Saint Louis Protestant Orphans’ Asylum. The asylum wasn’t located next door to us on Gore Street then, though. It had only moved to the Rock House, as it was known, in 1869. The Reverend Artemus Bullard, a preacher, operated a seminary for young men in the Rock House next door, until he was tragically killed in a train wreck in 1855.

Reverend Bullard was a strong believer in the abolition of slavery. The Rock House was one of the stops on the Underground Railroad. A tunnel several blocks long ran beneath the Rock House. Slaves from the South routinely hid there on their way North to freedom. In 1890, two children became lost in the tunnel and died. After that, the exit was sealed off.

In 1910 a fire gutted the old Rock House. The interior was destroyed, but the lovely stone exterior remained just as we saw it daily through our kitchen window. A six-year-old girl perished in the blaze that year, although her older brother tried to rescue her and died in the conflagration himself.

As we continued to unpack our few belongings, following David and Rachel’s departure, a middle-aged lady wearing a plaid Burberry muffler picked up our package of paper plates. Dislodged from the kitchen goods, the package of plates had taken flight in the strong gusty winds of the late October afternoon chill. The plates behaved almost like a giant pack of Frisbees.

“Here you go,” the stranger said with a laugh, as she placed the plain Chinette plate package she had retrieved from the street into my chilly hands.

“Thanks so much,” I said. “I was afraid I was going to have to break out my track shoes to catch those things. And who knows where they are?” I laughed and extended my hand. “That wind is really fierce. Thanks from Meg and Mike Hansen, your new neighbors.” I hoped my smile conveyed my genuine gratitude at the friendly gesture from the white-clad stranger, the first adult we had met in our new neighborhood.

“Not a bit,” she said, shaking my hand. “I’m Lucinda Resnick. I was just getting off my shift at the center. I stay through the nights on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. But, since it’s Thursday, I get to go home and actually cook and care for my own family.”

“You have children at home?” I asked. My question came more from curiosity than politeness. I wondered how the woman could manage to stay overnight next door while supervising active children of her own at home.

“Oh, yes. My husband is a fireman. He works weird shifts that we can usually coordinate. You know…week on, week off stuff. I really love kids, including my own,” she said, smiling. “These kids need me more even than my own, though, because most of them have emotional problems. Different traumas, you know. It didn’t start out that way, of course. The home originally was for orphans from the 1832 cholera epidemic, but, over the years, and with the move here to Rock House, today’s kids all seem to have psychological problems. You know the drill. Kid comes home and finds his father hanging in the basement. Parents leave to play golf and Mom and Dad never come home, killed in a car accident. Eventually, many of those kids wind up here.” She said all this so matter-of-factly that I was impressed with her efficient, calm demeanor.

“Well, it’s wonderful work that you do,” I said. And I meant it. “We met the young redheaded boy, David, and his sister, Rachel, just an hour or so ago. They seemed like such nice, polite young people. Although it’s sad that Rachel doesn’t speak. Why is that? Do you know?” I had been wondering about the small, frail six-year-old with the big blue eyes and the pink stuffed unicorn pet, clutching her Oreo cookies and waiting patiently for her older brother. Wondering why Rachel didn’t speak. What unspeakable horror had her young blue eyes seen?

Lucinda seemed startled. “David? When did you meet David?”

I turned to Mike for confirmation. “It was an hour ago, right?” I asked Mike. He was hammering away at a loose step on the front porch, two nails in his mouth, and nodded assent.

“Yes, an hour ago David came selling Christmas wreaths. Reasonably priced ones, too. We ordered one and gave him a cookie. His sister, Rachel, wouldn’t come inside, although we gave her an Oreo, too. David said she doesn’t speak. He was such a courtly young gentleman. Very Old World. So polite and courteous.” I smiled at Lucinda, expecting her to smile in response. Instead, she wore a puzzled expression, so I went on, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a child or an adult who didn’t know what an Oreo was, though. I had to explain to David that an Oreo is a cookie.”

“How old was this David?” Lucinda asked.

“About twelve. Why?”

“We have a David at the center…the only one,” Lucinda explained, “but our David is six feet two with dark hair. David Leibovitz. He’s Jewish. He wouldn’t be selling Christmas wreaths.”

“What about Rachel?” I asked. “Do you have a Rachel? Little girl of six? Big blue eyes?”
“Yes and no,” Lucinda finally said, with great reluctance.

“What do you mean? You do have a Rachel? A small six-year-old who won’t speak? Or you don’t have a small girl with big blue eyes who just stares at you as though she’s clairvoyant or something?” I had noticed the unusual nature of Rachel’s gaze. I felt uneasy as she stared at me, while her friendlier older brother chatted to us about the wreath.

“There was a young girl named Rachel in the home many years ago. She had an older brother named David. Both were orphaned by the flu epidemic, and so they came to live at Edgewood. Near Christmas in 1910, the house caught fire. Rachel was trapped in an upstairs bedroom. David died trying to rescue her. Sometimes, people say they can still se a red glow in the upstairs bedroom on the right. That was Rachel’s room. There are residents who claim to have seen Rachel swinging in the swing hung up in the old cottonwood tree. Others say she floats in the air near there, especially at Halloween. Of course, you can’t believe what kids say when it’s Halloween, now, can you?”

“Did Rachel have a pink stuffed animal…a unicorn?”

“How did you know?” Lucinda asked. She opened her car door, preparatory to leaving.

“I saw them both…remember?”

Lucinda quickly slammed the door to her car shut without further comment. She started the car and drove away, no longer our friendly new neighbor, but a spooked white-clad nurse from the institution next door who probably thought we were both nuts.

Mike finished nailing the loose porch boards. We both just stood there, absorbing everything we had just heard.” Neither of us felt threatened; we both just felt infinitely sad.

“Do you remember that neither one of them ate the Oreos?” I asked. “In fact, David didn’t even know what an Oreo was!”

“Well, to be fair, the unicorn didn’t eat the Oreo, either,” Mike said.

“The unicorn is a mythical beast, Mike.” I sounded cross. I was really just struggling to understand the unknowable. I was spooked.

“My point, exactly,” said Mike, as he opened the door to our home at 334 North Gore Street, and we returned to reality. “Guess we should just plan on picking up a wreath ourselves when we get our Christmas tree,” he added, with a crooked smile.

“Funny. Very funny.”

I moved to the computer and quickly googled Oreo cookies. 1912. Oreo cookies weren’t invented until 1912. The fire that killed both children occurred in 1910.

We hugged each other and moved to the couch in front of the fireplace, as a chill pervaded the room.

“Mike?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He settled deeper into the comfy chintz couch and pulled me towards him.

“When we have the baby, if it’s a boy, let’s name it David.”

Mike looked at me seriously. His eyes wrinkled with understanding. “And if it’s a girl?”

“Rachel, of course.”

The fire crackled in the fireplace, warming the cold room, and I almost could swear that I smelled the crisp aroma of blue spruce.

THE END

Jennifer Mirocha Runs in Chicago Marathon on October 12th

032My daughter’s high school classmate and good friend, Jennifer Mirocha of East Moline, ran her first marathon on Sunday, October 12th in Chicago. Jen had never run more than 13 miles in one day, but the Augustana College (Rock Island, IL) double major in Economics and Marketing began training for the race a year ago and vowed to complete it with only her boyfriend, Josh Sun and me cheering her on.

Commenting on the run, Jennifer said, “The first half was not bad, but at the 18 to 19 mile mark, it got bad. It was really hot. One person was wearing a shirt that said, ‘It can’t be hotter than last year!'” The 2007 race was cut short when a seasoned runner dropped dead in the near 100-degree heat.

Josh and JenniferJosh was able to run barefoot alongside Jennifer at a few key places along the race route, because 26 Chicago McDonald’s restaurants had a tracking system in place that helped the rest of us know where to find our favorite runners amongst the throngs participating.

I sat in a grandstand situated at Roosevelt and Columbus and tried to pick Jennifer out of the throng that was rounding that corner and heading for the finish line, which was just a short half-mile down that road towards Millennium Park. The runners just kept coming and watching them was hypnotic.

Jen said she “tried not to stop and to run as hard as I could” for the last 4 miles of the race. Prior to that, she had taken advantage of the water stops to rehydrate. (That was a good thing, as an older female contestant was seen lying on a cot, convulsing.)

The announcer speaking over a loudspeaker near me announced that a 70-year-old woman had just completed the race, and many were in a wheelchair division .I began to feel like an underachiever, but my duty, today, was to help find Jen, present her with flowers (real and fake) and buy us all a beer in the beer tent. We hadn’t thought about how to prove that the 21-year-old Jen, who looks younger, was really 21. She didn’t carry her cell phone, nor did she have identification on her person, other than her race number (#28733). That number reflected how soon she registered for the race.

Jennifer is the daughter of Cary and Lyn Mirocha of East Moline and will study abroad in Vietnam as part of Augustana’s Study Abroad program in February. This day, she was a true champion, finishing in 5 hours, 6 minutes and 55 seconds for an 11:42 pace, per mile, in her very first marathon. Jennifer commented that her feet have grown in size from 7’s to 9’s since she took up running, she now has flat feet (whereas she previously had high arches) and she appeared to be limping after the finish, as did many who completed the race. All the runners who made it through proudly wore their medals, and many wore pink rabbit ears, courtesy of Energizer Bunny batteries, or draped themselves in lightweight silver reflector capes, courtesy of Bank of America, to ward off the heat.

Twenty-nine neighborhoods, 31,000 runners, a million and a half spectators ran the Chicago Marathon on Sunday, October 12th. A 26.2 mile course is a lot to cover, whether as a runner or as a journalist. Evans Chernuiyot of Kenya pocketed $140,000 for winning the Bank of America Chicago Marathon: $100,000 for wining and a $40,000 bonus that was based on his time of 2 hours, 6 minutes, 25 seconds, the 9th fastest time in the 31 year history of the race. ([email protected]). These statistics courtesy of the Monday, October 13, Chicago Tribune special Chicago Marathon section which noted that Kenyans scored victories in 4 of the 5 point-scoring races on the 1008 World Marathon Majors: London, Boston, the Olympics and Chicago. The New York Marathon is next.

0331The Chicago neighborhoods that the race traveled through included: Bronzeville, The Gap, the South Commons, the South Loop, the Prairie District, the Central Station District (where I sometimes reside), the New East Side, Streeterville, the Magnificent Mile, the Loop, River North, Near North, Old town, Old Town Triangle, Lincoln Park, Park West, lake view East, Park West, Lincoln Park, Old Town, Near North, West Loop Gate, Greektown, the West Loop, the Near West side, the West Loop, Little Italy, University Village, Illinois Medical District, Pilsen, East Pilsen, Bridgegport, and Chinatown.

It was at Chinatown that Josh caught up with Jennifer and, she said, “When I saw Josh in Chinatown, it really helped.” Josh works for the Davenport School District as a computer whiz. (Not his real title, but it will do).

Great job, Jennifer! Can’t wait to see your times in the next ones! Yeah! Go Jennifer!041

John McCain Speaks in Davenport, Iowa at Campaign Stop on October 11th

John McCainRepublican Presidential candidate John McCain visited Davenport, Iowa and held a rally at the RiverCenter at 136 E.3rd St on Saturday, October 11, 2008. It was the day after his Vice Presidential running mate, Governor Sarah Palin of Alaska, was found guilty by a bi-partisan committee in Anchorage (AL) of abusing her power as Governor to have a commissioner fired who refused to fire her ex-brother-in-law, a state trooper.

The rally was scheduled for 10 a.m. and the National Anthem was sung by Nick Boyd of Rock Island, a young student from the Illinois Quad Cities, who did a wonderful job. [His voice has not changed yet, however; one wonders whether that pure high tone will stay with him into adulthood.] Nick had previously sung the National Anthem at a Cubs game.

The stage was decked out with a John Deere tractor to the right, amidst some fake foliage, as Moline, Illinois, in the Quad Cities is the international headquarters of Deere & Company.

I sat on the Press risers next to two sixth grade students from Rivermont Collegiate Prep School whose teacher, Leigh Ann Schroeder (a fifth grade teacher) had engineered press passes for her charges. Madeline Bowman, daughter of Carrie and Jerry Bowman, and Lollie Telleen, daughter of Amy and John Telleen, are two of just 12 students in the prestigious but pricey private school located in Bettendorf, Iowa. They seemed excited to be there and even helped by snapping a photo of me.Connie Wilson

My old boss, Bill Wundram of the Quad City Times wandered by quite late in the game, and, later, said that “they all start to seem the same” of his over 50 years in the news game.

The Blue Devil (Davenport Central) Dance Team did a good job of keeping the crowd amused and occupied while we waited for McCain’s entrance, which was to good effect as the Straight Talk Express drove right into the auditorium, which held about 3,000 faithful fans.

I was very interested to see if there were going to be ugly scenes in this basically polite part of the nation. There was one protester who, at 11:22 a.m., was hoisted onto her male friend’s shoulders and unfurled a banner that read War Is Over. They were promptly escorted out and McCain’s retort was, “There are some people who just don’t get it/.” He went on to say that Americans don’t want to hear us yelling at one another.

Before the rally got started, the Master of Ceremonies had noted that, in 2000, Iowa was lost to the Democrats by 2 votes per precinct. In 2004, it was won by the Republicans by 3 votes per precinct. The message was clear, but the margin, this year, may be quite different.

The backdrop on the stage read, in large white on blue letters: REFORM, PROSPERITY and PEACE. I thought about those three banner words. Palin was brought into the race as an agent of “reform,” and it now looks as though she, herself needs to reform. PROSPERITY? We all wish for prosperity, in the face of the worst economic crisis since the Great Depression. PEACE? Another sigh and another prayer for deliverance.

The music that ushered McCain into the hall was not the usual Country and Western nor the rock-and-roll anthems that some (Jackson Browne, John Cougar Mellencamp, et. al.) have asked the Republicans not to use. It was a rather somber orchestral score, and it led into the remarks that McCain made, such as, “At this time of crisis, we must go to the heart of the problem and, right now, that problem is the housing crisis.”

The Men with the Big Cameras (national media) swept in around 11:10 a.m., but there were fewer of them than at the Cedar Rapids rally and the tripod count was more like 13 than the huge numbers that usually accompany traveling Presidential candidates.

McCain announced, “I’m so happy to be here in the state of Iowa where there are good family values.” Fifteen seconds into his speech, he used his favorite phrase, “My friends.”

McCain: “One thing I hear from America is that they’re angry.” ( I began to question whether this was a wise segue, in light of recent outbursts at other rallies.) “We’ll turn Washington upside down,” said McCain, adding, “I know how to do that” in reference to getting the economy back on track. The GOP candidate went on to say that he would order the Secretary of the Treasury to carry out a home ownership program, to replace high interest mortgages with affordable ones. “There’s so much on the line. The moment requires a government act,” said McCain.

Just before the female protester unfurled her anti-war banner and was unceremoniously hauled out of the hall, McCain said, “Which candidate’s experience in life make him a better leader? In short, who’s ready to lead?” I thought about this and wondered if this statement worked for or against McCain, who does have many years in the Senate—some of them quite contentious— but does not have the global ties that bind Obama, such as ties to Africa and years spent living abroad in the Philippines. Obama is more an “outsider” than Palin, with his birthplace of Hawaii, but he has Midwest roots, courtesy of his white Kansas grandparents.

McCain made reference to earmarks in a criticism of the “$3 million study of the DNA of bears in Montana.” He failed to mention the two weird and expensive earmark studies that Alaskans asked for and got, to study mating habits of crabs, as I remember one of them.

McCain got a big round of applause when he suggested, “Stop sending $700 billion in aid to foreign countries that don’t like us very much.” He also referenced Obama’s “We need a scalpel, not a hatchet” debate rejoinder in Nashville by saying, “Right now, we need a hatchet and a scalpel.”

McCain, again, expressed his capability of “confronting the $10 trillion debt” with his mantra, “I can do that.” He promised to “balance the federal budget before the end of my term,” which seemed very optimistic for any candidate of either party, at this point in time. He offered no specifics.

There were attacks on Obama: “We’ve all heard what he’s said, but it’s less clear what he’s done or what he will do.” He as good as called Obama a liar saying, “I wouldn’t seek advice (in truthfulness) from a Chicago politician.” [Gee, and just when I thought the Republican candidate was going to take the high road for a while, as when he told the misinformed woman in another state at another rally that, no, Obama was not an Arab and expressed admiration for his life story.

At 11:30 a.m. there were shouts of protest from the crowd as McCain spoke of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac and accused Obama of remaining silent in reining in their excesses before the crisis and of taking money from these agencies for his campaign. McCain repeated the line accusing Obama of fining employers who don’t put employees in a federal health program he supports, and repeated a line from the Belmont debate, “He won’t specify the amount of the fine for not insuring employers.” Someone shouted out “accountability” at that point. It was unclear whether it was someone who was for McCain or against him.

McCain, again on the attack, went on to accuse Obama of wanting to raise debt by $860 billion dollars.” I swear that the first time he mentioned the figure, he said $850 billion; the next time, it had been raised by $10 billion. (What’s $10 billion or so when we’re dug into debt this deep?)

In his attack against earmarks (federal pork attached to bills), McCain was particularly incensed by Obama’s support for the Adler Planetarium in Chicago, Illinois to receive funding for a new lens. I live across the street from the Adler Planetarium. I am glad they got the new funding, as it is a major tourist attraction in Chicago. After all, Obama is the junior Senator from Illinois, and it makes more sense than either of the earmark programs mentioned previously.

A memorable quote, but one which made me uneasy: “You don’t have to wonder if there will be change if I am elected. You know there’ll be change if I’m elected.”

At 25 minutes to 12 noon, McCain thanked every veteran in the house and added of the many conflicts we are now engaged in (thanks to 8 years of Republican leadership, poor intelligence, etc., which includes Iraq, Afghanistan, et. al.) “I will bring them (our troops) home with victory and honor and not in defeat.” [I immediately thought to myself in alarm, “Unless they’re killed or seriously wounded before the 100 years is up that you have previously said we should stay and fight.”]

McCain vowed to “fight for you and put the government back on the side of the people.” He added, “I know I can inspire a generation of Americans to serve a cause greater than their self-interest.” Again, I wondered whether the next generation will be more inspired by the almost 73-year-old McCain and his Alaskan running mate, or by the 47-year-old Obama and Joe Biden from Delaware.

At 20 minutes of noon, just before the rally ended, McCain made a reference to the United States Naval Academy and there was a huge round of applause and big cheers from behind him. Showing the good humor showcased to good effect on many “Saturday Night Live” appearances, McCain turned and said, “Naval Academy graduates, I guess,” with a shrug.

And then the rally was over and we all exited into the bright, sunny 80-degree weather to find out whether the University of Iowa Hawkeyes would beat Indiana’s football team in their Big Ten contest (they did).

And, soon, we’ll see if the Old Warrior can beat the odds, fend off his Republican ties to the least popular President of all time, and pull out what is now an upset win against the junior Senator from Illinois, AKA “that one,” which state is just across the I74 bridge I took home.John McCain

Troopergate Verdict in on Palin: Guilty of Abuse of Power

Sarah Palin in Cedar Rapids on September 18th, 2008.In a “breaking news” bulletin from Politico.com, I learned something that should be the last nail in the coffin of the GOP candidates’ race for the Presidency. The one-line bulletin read: “Alaska panel finds Sarah Palin abused power as Governor in firing of Commissioner.” The Commissioner in question in what has been dubbed Troopergate, was Walt Monegan, Public Safety Commissioner, whom Sarah Palin pressured to fire her ex-brother-in-law. When he would not, Palin fired Monegan.

To be fair, the ex-brother-in-law was not a model state trooper by any standards, unless drinking on the job and tasering one’s child is considered model behavior, but pressuring Walt Monegan to fire the ex-brother-in-law crossed the line, says the panel, and appears to have taken place for personal political reasons that were not related to his job performance. There were in-person visits from Todd (“the First Dude”) Palin and e-mail(s) and discussions to and with Monegan, all of them designed to get Walt Monegan to fire the ex-brother-in-law primarily because Governor Palin wanted him fired for her own personal reasons. At least, that is what the independent panel seems to be saying in its decision.

There are several things that this conviction should mean for any thinking voter.

First, Ms. Palin’s much-vaunted Republican credentials as a reformer battling corruption are in disarray. So much for going to Washington or Wasilla to “clean up corruption.” She’s going to end up like Edward Norton in “Fight Club,” fighting herself.

Second, the attacks on Obama saying he had not made “full disclosure” of every facet of his personal background, (such as very casual links to former Weatherman underground member Ayres or the indicted Tony Rezko) are undermined by the guilty verdict, as it appears that there are more skeletons in Palin’s closet than just the pregnancy of her teen-aged daughter.

And thirdly, and most importantly, Troopergate gives us a glimpse into the kind of executive Sarah Palin has been and would be, if elected to an even more consequential office than Governor of Alaska. She is the sort of chief executive who, according to John Bitney, a trusted aide and friend for 30 years who helped her win both the Mayor’s and Governor’s offices, can be capricious. Bitney said, “When she decides ‘you’re done,’ you’re done.” Bitney should know. He worked closely with Palin and was loyal to her, but he was called in and summarily fired because, post-divorce(s), he began dating the ex-wife of a friend of Todd Palin’s.

Said Bitney, in an article reported by Kenneth P. Vogel (“Politico.com,” 9/5/08), “I wanted to stay with the Governor and support the Governor. We’re talking about someone who’s been a friend for 30 years. But I understood and I have no ax to grind over the whole thing. Added Bitney, who, stealing a line from Elaine on the “Seinfeld” TV series said Palin is ‘a bad breaker-upper,” “Palin’s style is more dramatic than the way most executives do it. They bring you in, tell you they’re going to go in another direction and get everyone in the office to sign a card and cut a cake. But that’s just not her style.”

No, it certainly isn’t Ms. Palin’s style, as demonstrated by the guilty verdict in Troopergate and also in assorted other staff dealings.

According to Vogel, when Palin won the Wasilla Mayor’s post over three-time incumbent John Stein in 1996, 5 of 6 department heads had supported her opponent. Only 2 kept their jobs, and one who did, Duane Dvorak, left on his own 8 months later to become Kodiak Island Borough City Planner. Palin required the department heads she inherited from the outgoing Mayor to present her with a letter of resignation, a resume, and a letter explaining why they should be allowed to keep their jobs.

When Dvorak left under his own volition he described the work environment under Palin this way: “After all the excitement, I kind of felt like the ax could fall any time and just never felt like the situation warmed up.”

Not a great work environment, in my professional judgment as former CEO of two small businesses, but consistent with Palin’s later attempt to fire Mary Ellen Emmons, the library director. Ultimately, Emmons—who resisted efforts to purge the library of books Palin found objectionable—retained her position when Palin withdrew Emmons’ letter of termination, but as Palin told the Anchorage Daily News as to why she ultimately withdrew the termination notice after a public uproar: “You know in your heart when someone is supportive of you.” Palin certainly did do a lot of firing “from the heart,” so much so that the Wasilla local paper, the Frontiersman, dubbed the ongoing bloodbath “the Palin ax.”

Sarah Palin’s high-handed firing of those she felt were not supportive of her or those whom, like Police Chief Ira Stambaugh, she felt did not kow-tow enough to her during meetings, brought about a wrongful termination and dismissal lawsuit from the Police Chief. The real issues behind the firing were said to be the Police Chief’s support for a gun ban that the NRA opposed and the issue of bar hours in the town. He and Palin had differing points of view on the two issues, and soon Stambaugh was shoved towards the door.

A long-time supporter of Palin’s, then-Councilman Nick Carney, who owns a garbage removal company in Wasilla, convinced the then-28-year-old to run for Mayor in the first place. He knew Palin because she had played high school basketball on the same team as his daughter. As time went on and Palin’s management style became more apparent, Carney, along with Stein, threatened to lead a recall petition asking for Palin’s removal from office. Confirming Palin’s leadership style in office as a “take-no-prisoners” Bush-like system, Joe Johns characterized Palin on a CNN discussion on Friday night as “a hard-nosed Governor.”

The pick of Palin to be Vice President was always considered a “Hail Mary” pass from Republican Presidential candidate John McCain, facing uphill odds against the most unpopular President in history who has just concluded his 8 years in office by seemingly managing to ruin not only the United States economy, but the global economy (what will he do next?). The unprecedented economic melt-down is on top of the unwinnable Iraq conflict initiated by our invading the wrong country to seek justice after 9/11. We might wish to throw in the loss of our self-esteem abroad under “W”, since we now are a country that practices “extraordinary rendition,” established Guantanamo Bay, and perpetrated Abu Ghraib. With McCain’s 90+% approval rating for all of Bush’s proposed policies, it is fair to portray him as “Bush’s third term,” and do we, as a people, really want that? Do any of us want 4 or 8 more years of Bush’s bewildered and baffled leadership-via-VP?

Palin’s lackluster education, background, experience and, now, her temperament, all point to a woman who is not only unqualified by her relatively limited experience to be a heartbeat away from the Presidency. Now, with the Troopergate guilty verdict, Palin is further defined an individual who likes to throw her political weight around when it suits her purposes, using her clout to influence questions like, “What books should children be allowed to read?” or “How late should bars be allowed to stay open?” or “Should everyday citizens be allowed free access to firearms?” In the White House, those questions would become, “Who should serve on the Supreme Court and influence legal decisions for generations?” and “Should our country be allowed to find cures for diseases like diabetes and Parkinson’s Disease by far-reaching stem-cell research?” and “Is it ‘okay’ to destroy what few areas of natural beauty remain untouched in our country to drill for oil?” Let’s not forget that Palin fought the federal government against naming the Polar Bear an endangered species, because to have done so would have inhibited drilling in her home state of Alaska.

Tuckerman Babcock, mentioned in the Politico.com article by Vogel, was a long-time supporter of Ms. Palin, whose mother is Alaska State Senate President Lyda Green. Babcock was expecting to be rewarded for his loyalty to the woman-who-would-be-VP. That didn’t happen. Alaska State Senate President Green told the “Daily News”, ‘Palin is not prepared to be Governor. How can she be prepared to be Vice President or President?” Journalists from all over the globe have posed this question to me.

That has been the question of the hour ever since McCain threw that Hail Mary pass, and, the more information we gather, such as her latest conviction in Troopergate, simply emphasizes how accurate that assessment by Lyda Green was, then and now.

Bill Maher likened Palin to “Tickle Me Elmo” on his October 10th “Real Time with Bill Maher” show. He actually said, out loud, what many have thought, privately, “Palin doesn’t know anything.” Andrew Halcro on Andrew Halcro.com said, “Walt Monegan was fired because he fought too hard. Governor Palin fired Monegan because she understood too little and wanted a puppet as commissioner. ” He added, “Walt Monegan got fired for all the wrong reasons. Walt Monegan got fired because he had the audacity to tell Governor Palin no, when apparently nobody is allowed to say no.”

This sounds like all too familiar political history;I can only hope that the Troopergate conviction in Alaska will send the “Disastah from Alaska” back to governing that remote state (and staring at Russia out her kitchen window), rather than eyeing the Oval Office.

Presidential Debate at Belmont University in Nashville, Tennessee

Greta VonSusternbelmont-mansion-002belmont-mansion-021belmont-mansion-006Connie Wilson at Belmont

In a CNN poll of undecided voters, 12 thought that Barack Obama had won October 7th‘s Presidential debate in Nashville at Belmont University, and 10 thought that Senator John McCain had won.

I was present in the Press Room during the Belmont Debate, sitting next to Joan Canete Bayle, U.S. Correspondent for Spain’s “el Periodico” out of Barcelona. One area that Joan was most surprised about was the part of the debate that centered on health care. He said, “The European view is that health care is a right,” stating that Europeans cannot understand our health care system. At one point in the debate, Senator John McCain, the Republican Presidential nominee, said, “Of course they (small business owners) all want to do that (insure their employees and insure their kids).”

No, Senator McCain, they do not all want to do that. I was a small business owner for close to 20 years and I had 2 full-time employees. I made sure that my 2 full-time employees were insured, but my successor had no intention of going the extra mile to insure anyone and, in 900 other franchise centers, there was a real determination to avoid having to insure full-time employees, if it was possible to do so.

The weather was bad at Belmont, but one of the things that impressed the press, with whom I was sitting, was the quality of the free buffet served them. It involved scalloped potatoes, smoked turkey, ham, pecan pie, two kinds of salads and, as one other media worker said (Joe, from the Nashville ABC affiliate in town, who said he had only had 4 hours off in the last 3 days), “It was the best food we’ve had anywhere.” I actually interviewed 2 of the women responsible for the food, Denise Rucker and Kelly Johnson, who work for Sodexho Food Service that put on the great free feed, which I was told was at least partially underwritten by Anheuser-Busch. One neat thing: the famous correspondent in line ahead of me.

The reporter from Spain and I not only discussed health care, he also enjoyed seeing a copy of the Palin drinking game that my daughter provided me with, whereby those who correctly predicted that Palin would say such words as “maverick” during the VP debate would get an “X” and, eventually a “bingo.” We discussed the fact that McCain had said that the U.S. should not sit down with Spain, during a recent appearance, something that struck both of us as incredible, since Spain is (ostensibly) one of our allies.

There was some criticism of the format that I heard after the debate. The Town Hall is one that McCain relishes, but he did not seem to warm to the topics this night, and he did not seem to “win” the debate, which CNN reported as having been seen as going to Obama by 54% to 32%.  While Obama’s numbers went up from 60 to 64% on his favorables at the end of the debate, McCain’s remained unchanged.

McCain did seem condescending at times and he left the room early and journeyed back to his room, which we heard was near Vanderbilt University. (The daughter and I were caught twice in the traffic that was stopped while McCain’s motorcade crossed the town, once as he came in from the airport and again as he left in a huff after the debate.)

McCain came across as a man who did not seem that happy to be in his favorite debate format and he seemed old and cranky. I constantly kept checking his back to see if there was a wind-up key lodged there. He tottered out on the stage looking quite feeble next to his forty-something rival.  The only new piece of information that I heard, from McCain, was that he wants the government to now buy up the mortgages of middle-class people caught in the recent sub-prime mess. McCain, as usual, did not say where the money to do this would come from, and, in fact, kept repeating that taxes must not be raised.

Senator McCain was asked who he would tap to replace Henry Paulson when he leaves, and mentioned someone like Meg Whitman, CEO of eBay. “Someone who inspires trust and confidence,” said McCain.  When Obama was asked the same question, he acknowledged the support of Warren Buffett and, giving no specifics, said, “I’m pleased to have his     The support,” and commented on how the “trickle-down economy” theory espoused by his Republican opponents for the past 8 years just have not worked. He repeated his plan(s) to give 95% of middle-income Americans a tax cut (incomes under $250,000).

At 8:10 p.m., a young girl wearing a “McCain-Palin” baseball cap came by with the first of what would (eventually) become  26 pages of pro-McCain/Palin print material. The Democrats counter by sending out e-mail periodically.

The first “zinger” that I heard either candidate get in was shortly after that, when Obama talked about McCain’s long-time reputation as a fan of “deregulation” and spoke about how he had gone to Wall Street one year ago with warnings about the sub-prime mortgage. He said, “This is not the end of the process. This is the beginning of the process.”

McCain came out, again, with his proposal for a spending freeze that would affect everything except for defense and a few other choice areas to be named later.  This, to me, seems very simplistic, much like Bush’s giving back rebates to the American people in lieu of a workable, realistic plan to address our economic problems.   Obama, when addressing the same question(s), disagreed, saying that he wanted to use ‘a scalpel, not a hatchet” to address the mess in Washington. It was McCain who brought up the figure of 700,000 jobs lost, and he is the heir apparent to his Republican predecessor who set us on this path, so that seemed odd, to me. Obama, instead, mentioned that he got the impression that the American public was willing to come together after 9/11 and that he got a sense that the youth, in particular, were hungry for leadership and a “call to service.” He mentioned doubling the size of the Peace Corps, for example.

I felt that, at this point, Brokaw was a bit unfair to Senator Obama and was, in fact, less-than-fair to him on two occasions during the debate. Senator McCain claimed that Obama’s tax plan would raise taxes on small businesses and, when Obama wished to respond to that, Brokaw cited time constraints and would not allow him to do so.

The question was posed about whether either candidate would give Congress a 2-year ultimatum regarding Social Security. Obama said he would probably need a 4-year term, not 2, and got in another zinger with “The Straight Talk Express lost a wheel on that one.” He pointed out that Senator McCain’s health care plan would impose a tax on small employers’ health care expenditures and also added that CEO wants to give the average CEO on Wall Street a tax cut.

When the discussion turned to energy programs and Obama said, “This is not just a challenge. It is an opportunity,” going on to say that 5 million new green jobs could be produced if we put U.S. efforts into solar/wind/geo-thermal/nuclear and other alternative energy sources, he got in the zinger:  “The big problem was inactivity over the last 30 years, and Senator McCain was in office for 26 of them.” Obama went on to note that the United States has only 3% of the world’s oil reserves, but uses 25% of the world’s oil reserves.  At this point, Brokaw once again shut down Obama, saying, “Gentlemen, you may not have noticed that we have red and yellow and green lights.”  Obama countered, “I’m just trying to keep up with John.”

It was shortly after this that Brokaw said, to McCain, “Thank you very much, Senator McCain,” when he gave a brief response.

Health care received a stirring response from Barack Obama when he said, “I think it (health care) should be a right.  For my mother to have to die of cancer at the age of 53 and to have to spend the last days of her life arguing about whether it was a pre-existing condition,” scored well with female voters. When he followed this fact up with the additional information that John McCain had voted against the extension of the Children’s Health Care Act, it hit home and he ended by saying that it was important to crack down on insurance companies that are cheating their insured.

Obama also noted, of McCain, “he believes in deregulation in every circumstance.”

When asked what they don’t understand, Obama also got in another zinger, saying, “I don’t understand why we invaded Iraq” (rather than Afghanistan.” He made mention of the $700 billion spent, so far, on the Iraq War, the $10 billion a month the nation is spending on this ill-fated conflict and said, “It has not worked for America.”

I was quite amazed at the response to Brokaw’s question about what an “Obama Doctrine” or a “McCain Doctrine” would be.  McCain referenced the fact that today’s troubled times require “a cool hand at the tiller.” He said this more than once this night. All I could think about was McCain’s much-deserved reputation as a hothead and how this qualified him—of all people— as “a cool hand at the tiller.”

Another “zinger” that I felt Obama got in was the mention of the “Bomb, bomb, bomb…Bomb, bomb, Iran” gaffe that McCain committed. McCain—somewhat testily—responded, “I know how to handle these situations and I’m not going to telegraph my punches,” referencing comments that Obama has made about dealing firmly with Pakistan.

Brokaw brought up the news that Britain’s Sherrod Cooper Coals has said that Afghanistan is unwinnable and that “what we need is an acceptable dictator” in that country.  This led Obama to say,

“We are going to have to pressure the Afghanistan government to take more responsibility, and we are going to have to withdraw troops in a responsible way over time.” I talked with a British soldier recently (8/08/08) who had just completed a tour of duty in Afghanistan and said that the situation was deteriorating and was unwinnable.

I thought that Obama’s “ending” statement, made in response to the question from Peggy in New Hampshire (“What don’t you know and how you will learn it?”) was eloquent and inspiring. “The question in this election is:  Are we gonna’ pass on the same American dream to our children?  We need fundamental change. I hope that all of you are courageous enough to move in a new direction on this journey called America.”

McCain’s closing, in response to the same question, was that what he didn’t know was “what the unexpected will be.” He repeated the “steady hand on the tiller” line, which gave me pause, once again, knowing his hair-trigger temper and his tendency to fly off the handle and call his own wife “a trollop” and (the “c” word) on his campaign bus with reporters present. This is not “a steady hand on the tiller.”

As the debate ended, I moved on to a rally for Democratic Senatorial candidate Bob Tuke, who is running against Lamar Alexander, former Secretary of Education.  Three bands played at a rally aimed at Obama supporters and Bob Tuke was present and addressed the crowd, accompanied by his wife and daughter. I exited the hall in a pouring downpour, getting completely soaked, and then had to sit in traffic for the second time today while McCain’s motorcade passed by. (Obama was presumably on his way to a party hosted by former Vice President Al Gore at his Nashville home.

Meanwhile, word came that the Asian market had plunged by nearly 10%, that Toyota stock had plunged 11.86%. that British banks were being injected with $90 billion (and another $200 billion available if they needed it) and that  the Korean Wan had falled on the Asian-Pacific Stock Market, while the Russian markets were down 14%. Hong Kong had cut interest by 1% and Australia’s markets fell 5% before rebounding some.  It was enough to make you feel like Chicken Little saying, “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” but it is not difficult to understand why the Japanese may be getting nervous about whether cash-impaired Americans are going to be able to buy as many Japanese cars and plasma TV’s in this economy. Paris currency fell by 3.42%. The Bank of Japan announced that it was pouring $20 million into money markets. After 16 days of relative stability world-wide, we now have a global credit crisis with fears of a global recession.

Does anyone anywhere doubt that we need to set sail on a new course of action in the United States both politically and economically after the ship of state has not only floundered here, but is causing the currencies of most other countries to become unstable?

In a CNN poll of undecided voters, 12 thought that Barack Obama had won October 7th‘s Presidential debate in Nashville at Belmont University, and 10 thought that Senator John McCain had won.

I was present in the Press Room during the Belmont Debate, sitting next to Joan Canete Bayle, U.S. Correspondent for Spain’s “el Periodico” out of Barcelona. One area that Joan was most surprised about was the part of the debate that centered on health care. He said, “The European view is that health care is a right,” stating that Europeans cannot understand our health care system. At one point in the debate, Senator John McCain, the Republican Presidential nominee, said, “Of course they (small business owners) all want to do that (insure their employees and insure their kids).”

No, Senator McCain, they do not all want to do that. I was a small business owner for close to 20 years and I had 2 full-time employees. I made sure that my 2 full-time employees were insured, but my successor had no intention of going the extra mile to insure anyone and, in 900 other franchise centers, there was a real determination to avoid having to insure full-time employees, if it was possible to do so.

The weather was bad at Belmont, but one of the things that impressed the press, with whom I was sitting, was the quality of the free buffet served them. It involved scalloped potatoes, smoked turkey, ham, pecan pie, two kinds of salads and, as one other media worker said (Joe, from the Nashville ABC affiliate in town, who said he had only had 4 hours off in the last 3 days), “It was the best food we’ve had anywhere.” I actually interviewed 2 of the women responsible for the food, Denise Rucker and Kelly Johnson, who work for Sodexho Food Service that put on the great free feed, which I was told was at least partially underwritten by Anheuser-Busch. One neat thing: the famous correspondent in line ahead of me.

The reporter from Spain and I not only discussed health care, he also enjoyed seeing a copy of the Palin drinking game that my daughter provided me with, whereby those who correctly predicted that Palin would say such words as “maverick” during the VP debate would get an “X” and, eventually a “bingo.” We discussed the fact that McCain had said that the U.S. should not sit down with Spain, during a recent appearance, something that struck both of us as incredible, since Spain is (ostensibly) one of our allies.

There was some criticism of the format that I heard after the debate. The Town Hall is one that McCain relishes, but he did not seem to warm to the topics this night, and he did not seem to “win” the debate, which CNN reported as having been seen as going to Obama by 54% to 32%.  While Obama’s numbers went up from 60 to 64% on his favorables at the end of the debate, McCain’s remained unchanged.

McCain did seem condescending at times and he left the room early and journeyed back to his room, which we heard was near Vanderbilt University. (The daughter and I were caught twice in the traffic that was stopped while McCain’s motorcade crossed the town, once as he came in from the airport and again as he left in a huff after the debate.)

McCain came across as a man who did not seem that happy to be in his favorite debate format and he seemed old and cranky. I constantly kept checking his back to see if there was a wind-up key lodged there. He tottered out on the stage looking quite feeble next to his forty-something rival.  The only new piece of information that I heard, from McCain, was that he wants the government to now buy up the mortgages of middle-class people caught in the recent sub-prime mess. McCain, as usual, did not say where the money to do this would come from, and, in fact, kept repeating that taxes must not be raised.

Senator McCain was asked who he would tap to replace Henry Paulson when he leaves, and mentioned someone like Meg Whitman, CEO of eBay. “Someone who inspires trust and confidence,” said McCain.  When Obama was asked the same question, he acknowledged the support of Warren Buffett and, giving no specifics, said, “I’m pleased to have his     The support,” and commented on how the “trickle-down economy” theory espoused by his Republican opponents for the past 8 years just have not worked. He repeated his plan(s) to give 95% of middle-income Americans a tax cut (incomes under $250,000).

At 8:10 p.m., a young girl wearing a “McCain-Palin” baseball cap came by with the first of what would (eventually) become  26 pages of pro-McCain/Palin print material. The Democrats counter by sending out e-mail periodically.

The first “zinger” that I heard either candidate get in was shortly after that, when Obama talked about McCain’s long-time reputation as a fan of “deregulation” and spoke about how he had gone to Wall Street one year ago with warnings about the sub-prime mortgage. He said, “This is not the end of the process. This is the beginning of the process.”

McCain came out, again, with his proposal for a spending freeze that would affect everything except for defense and a few other choice areas to be named later.  This, to me, seems very simplistic, much like Bush’s giving back rebates to the American people in lieu of a workable, realistic plan to address our economic problems.   Obama, when addressing the same question(s), disagreed, saying that he wanted to use ‘a scalpel, not a hatchet” to address the mess in Washington. It was McCain who brought up the figure of 700,000 jobs lost, and he is the heir apparent to his Republican predecessor who set us on this path, so that seemed odd, to me. Obama, instead, mentioned that he got the impression that the American public was willing to come together after 9/11 and that he got a sense that the youth, in particular, were hungry for leadership and a “call to service.” He mentioned doubling the size of the Peace Corps, for example.

I felt that, at this point, Brokaw was a bit unfair to Senator Obama and was, in fact, less-than-fair to him on two occasions during the debate. Senator McCain claimed that Obama’s tax plan would raise taxes on small businesses and, when Obama wished to respond to that, Brokaw cited time constraints and would not allow him to do so.

The question was posed about whether either candidate would give Congress a 2-year ultimatum regarding Social Security. Obama said he would probably need a 4-year term, not 2, and got in another zinger with “The Straight Talk Express lost a wheel on that one.” He pointed out that Senator McCain’s health care plan would impose a tax on small employers’ health care expenditures and also added that CEO wants to give the average CEO on Wall Street a tax cut.

When the discussion turned to energy programs and Obama said, “This is not just a challenge. It is an opportunity,” going on to say that 5 million new green jobs could be produced if we put U.S. efforts into solar/wind/geo-thermal/nuclear and other alternative energy sources, he got in the zinger:  “The big problem was inactivity over the last 30 years, and Senator McCain was in office for 26 of them.” Obama went on to note that the United States has only 3% of the world’s oil reserves, but uses 25% of the world’s oil reserves.  At this point, Brokaw once again shut down Obama, saying, “Gentlemen, you may not have noticed that we have red and yellow and green lights.”  Obama countered, “I’m just trying to keep up with John.”

It was shortly after this that Brokaw said, to McCain, “Thank you very much, Senator McCain,” when he gave a brief response.

Health care received a stirring response from Barack Obama when he said, “I think it (health care) should be a right.  For my mother to have to die of cancer at the age of 53 and to have to spend the last days of her life arguing about whether it was a pre-existing condition,” scored well with female voters. When he followed this fact up with the additional information that John McCain had voted against the extension of the Children’s Health Care Act, it hit home and he ended by saying that it was important to crack down on insurance companies that are cheating their insured.

Obama also noted, of McCain, “he believes in deregulation in every circumstance.”

When asked what they don’t understand, Obama also got in another zinger, saying, “I don’t understand why we invaded Iraq” (rather than Afghanistan.” He made mention of the $700 billion spent, so far, on the Iraq War, the $10 billion a month the nation is spending on this ill-fated conflict and said, “It has not worked for America.”

I was quite amazed at the response to Brokaw’s question about what an “Obama Doctrine” or a “McCain Doctrine” would be.  McCain referenced the fact that today’s troubled times require “a cool hand at the tiller.” He said this more than once this night. All I could think about was McCain’s much-deserved reputation as a hothead and how this qualified him—of all people— as “a cool hand at the tiller.”

Another “zinger” that I felt Obama got in was the mention of the “Bomb, bomb, bomb…Bomb, bomb, Iran” gaffe that McCain committed. McCain—somewhat testily—responded, “I know how to handle these situations and I’m not going to telegraph my punches,” referencing comments that Obama has made about dealing firmly with Pakistan.

Brokaw brought up the news that Britain’s Sherrod Cooper Coals has said that Afghanistan is unwinnable and that “what we need is an acceptable dictator” in that country.  This led Obama to say,

“We are going to have to pressure the Afghanistan government to take more responsibility, and we are going to have to withdraw troops in a responsible way over time.” I talked with a British soldier recently (8/08/08) who had just completed a tour of duty in Afghanistan and said that the situation was deteriorating and was unwinnable.

I thought that Obama’s “ending” statement, made in response to the question from Peggy in New Hampshire (“What don’t you know and how you will learn it?”) was eloquent and inspiring. “The question in this election is:  Are we gonna’ pass on the same American dream to our children?  We need fundamental change. I hope that all of you are courageous enough to move in a new direction on this journey called America.”

McCain’s closing, in response to the same question, was that what he didn’t know was “what the unexpected will be.” He repeated the “steady hand on the tiller” line, which gave me pause, once again, knowing his hair-trigger temper and his tendency to fly off the handle and call his own wife “a trollop” and (the “c” word) on his campaign bus with reporters present. This is not “a steady hand on the tiller.”

As the debate ended, I moved on to a rally for Democratic Senatorial candidate Bob Tuke, who is running against Lamar Alexander, former Secretary of Education.  Three bands played at a rally aimed at Obama supporters and Bob Tuke was present and addressed the crowd, accompanied by his wife and daughter. I exited the hall in a pouring downpour, getting completely soaked, and then had to sit in traffic for the second time today while McCain’s motorcade passed by. (Obama was presumably on his way to a party hosted by former Vice President Al Gore at his Nashville home.

Meanwhile, word came that the Asian market had plunged by nearly 10%, that Toyota stock had plunged 11.86%. that British banks were being injected with $90 billion (and another $200 billion available if they needed it) and that  the Korean Wan had falled on the Asian-Pacific Stock Market, while the Russian markets were down 14%. Hong Kong had cut interest by 1% and Australia’s markets fell 5% before rebounding some.  It was enough to make you feel like Chicken Little saying, “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” but it is not difficult to understand why the Japanese may be getting nervous about whether cash-impaired Americans are going to be able to buy as many Japanese cars and plasma TV’s in this economy. Paris currency fell by 3.42%. The Bank of Japan announced that it was pouring $20 million into money markets. After 16 days of relative stability world-wide, we now have a global credit crisis with fears of a global recession.

Does anyone anywhere doubt that we need to set sail on a new course of action in the United States both politically and economically after the ship of state has not only floundered here, but is causing the currencies of most other countries to become unstable?

Senate Races Heating Up

Elizabeth DoleAmidst all the talk of Senate races heating up and a “bloodbath” anticipated by some Republicans, in the wake of 8 years of Republican rule (or misrule), one of the most interesting facts concerned the race for the North Carolina seat now held by Republican Elizabeth Dole.

Elizabeth Dole, wife of former Republican Presidential nominee Bob Dole, supposedly lives in Salisbury, North Carolina, where she is in  a race against the Democratic challenger Kay hagan. As it turns out, Mrs. Dole only spent 13 days in Salisbury in 2006. In 2004, she spent 34 days there. In 2005, she spent 20 days in what is supposedly her “hone” state. This has been pointed out by the challenger to good effect. One Republican office-holder said, “Don’t even bother to count the votes,” noting that Dole’s non-resident status makes her virtually unelectable.

I spent 17 days in Florida last winter. This means that I am more qualified than Elizabeth Dole to represent Florida…by at least 4 days of residence.

It was heartening to learn that voters in Minnesota are not going to hold funnyman Al Franken’s previous employment as a comedian against him in his race against Norm Coleman. Recent polls show things swinging in Franken’s favor, and, in all fairness to the satirist, he is a very intelligent and politically involved individual. I attended a rally at the Chicago Theater in Chicago before he had announced his candidacy, when he was campaigning for other candidates, and I am pleased to hear that Franken is moving up in the polls.

I also have noticed that many veteran Republican legislators like Ray LaHood (R, Peoria) are hanging it up. Ray, like Jim Leach of Iowa, was one of “the good ones.”  LaHood announced his retirement, while Leach was beaten narrowly in his Iowa district and has endorsed Barack Obama for President. LaHood voted for the $700 billion bail-out bill, giving some credence to the theory I saw postulated that those who were facing close races back home generally did not vote for the bail-out, fearing voter backlash at the polls, while those who were retiring or clearly ahead did vote for it.

It will be an interesting election season.

Chicago Cubs Fans Attend Post-Season Rally on September 30th

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"We're on a Mission from God"Governor Rod Blagojevich

The Chicago Cubs had a Post-Season Rally in downtown Chicago, right next to the Picasso sculpture in Daley Plaza on Tuesday, September 30, 2008. Master of Ceremonies Jim Belushi, a Chicago native, exclaimed “I love this city!” and introduced the famous ballplayers and dignitaries present, including Governor Rod Blagojevich, who was drowned out at one point by fans chanting and singing “Go! Cubs! Go!”

In all fairness, the Governor had droned on for a rather long time, noting that Teddy Roosevelt was President the last time the Cubs made the World Series, 100 years ago, etc., etc., etc.

There was a large plasma video screen to the left of the stage and a highlight reel of phenomenal Cubs plays during the year was shown at one point. We all sang along with Harry Caray (long deceased) who led the traditional 7th inning stretch song of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” Later, we sang to the new “Go! Cubs! Go!” song while blue and red paper bits drifted down on top of us from a confetti canon (visible in the picture of the Governor.) All onlookers chanted that Ron Santo belonged in the Hall of Fame.

Jim Belushi, brother of John and a Chicago native, praised WGN and Fox, which carried his television program. An elderly woman in a wheelchair struggled to her feet to sing along with the crowd and told me that she had “been a fan since I was 13.” Bill Hajdys and his daughter Coryan showed up in goofy sunglasses carrying a large sign that read, on one said, “Jesus Was A Cubs Fan” and, on the other, “We’re On A Mission from God,” a reference to a line in the Jim Belushi/Dan Ackroyd film “The Blues Brothers,” which was shot in Chicago.

Mounted policeman Sergeant Kevin Gyrian was there, sitting atop Baldy, his horse, ready to restore order if necessary as part of the Strategic Deployment Unit. Zira Singer’s grandson held a sign next to Kevin and Baldy wishing Grandma Zira a speedy recovery in Lutheran General, where she underwent spinal surgery and then contracted an infection in the hospital.

Nearby a silent man held a sign that read “Obama, Spare My Child.” When asked what the story was, he remained silent. One man in the crowd wore a shirt that read “Quad City Mallards.” At the nearby Corner Bakery a man who appeared to be Amish sat by himself following the rally, quietly eating peanuts from a bag of nuts he had brought and drinking some bottled water.

The weather was gorgeous, and all of the windows in the Civic Center were filled with onlookers, looking down at the Picasso statue, which was decked out in a Cubs hat for the day.

Paul Newman’s Top Twenty Films of All Time

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Following on the heels of the sad news that Paul Newman passed away at the age of 83 from cancer, I let my former movie critic mind wander through the legacy the actor has left us. I tried to make a “Best of” list, but it’s hard with an actor who was so good and who left us so much material.

Here, in order, are what I consider to be twenty of his “best” roles, and many thanks to Paul Newman for these cinematic treasures and condolences to his wife, Joanne Woodward.

1)     “Butch Cassidy and the Sun Dance Kid”  (1969) – Is there anyone who was alive and going to the movies in the year 1969 when George Roy Hill directed Newman and Robert Redford in the William Goldman written script that doesn’t think of Newman as “Butch?” And I can think of the scene where Newman is urging Redford to jump from a high cliff, to avoid those pursuing them so relentlessly that they ended up in Bolivia. Redford admits, reluctantly, that he can’t swim. Newman laughs and says, “The fall alone’ll kill ya’!” And they jump.

2)     “Cool Hand Luke” – (1967) – “What we have here is a failure to communicate.” Fifty hard-boiled eggs. Strother Martin’s green teeth. Luke as a symbol of man’s indomitable spirit. A classic. Newman was nominated for the 1969 Oscar, but did not win.

3)    “The Hustler” – (1961) As “Fast Eddie” Felsen, he took on Minnesota Fats (Jackie Gleason) in the pool game of the century. Newman was nominated for the 1962 Oscar, but did not win.

4)    “The Color of Money” – (1986) – Reteamed as “Fast Eddie” with Tom Cruise, Newman took home the Oscar for his role in this film. It might not have been as good as the original role or the others on this list, but this one won him the gold statuette.

5)   “Hud” – (1963) – The scene with Patricia Neal in the kitchen oozes sexuality. Another movie for which he was Oscar-nominated in 1964, but did not win.

6)    “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” – 1958 – As Brick Pollitt opposite Elizabeth Taylor’s Maggie the Cat, the pair personified hot, steamy sex. He even looked good on crutches.

7)     “Sweet Bird of Youth” – (1962)  Chance Wayne (Newman’s character) was as hot as Brick. Geraldine Page was the beneficiary in this Tennessee Williams play made into a movie.

8)   “The Long, Hot Summer” – (1958) – As Ben Quick, Newman provided the steam in this movie based on a William Faulkner novel “The Hamlet.” The cast he worked with included Joanne Woodward, Anthony Franciosa, Orson Welles, Lee Remick and Angela Lansbury.

9) “The Verdict” – (1982) . As Frank Galvin, an attorney with a drinking problem, Newman gave an Oscar-worthy performance and was, in fact, nominated for a 1983

Oscar. He didn’t win. The movie received 5 nominations, and the performance by Lindsay Crouse as Nurse Kaitlin Costello was a tour de force.

10) “Road to Perdition” (2002) – Newman came storming back in the role of John Rooney, co-starring with Tom Hanks in the film based on the Max Allan Collins graphic novel, which was based on an actual gangster named John Looney who terrorized the streets of Rock Island, Illinois back in the day. The name was changed and Jude Law was added as a villainous photographer. This Sam Mendes-directed film was to be Newman’s last “great” role, and also the last time that legendary cinematographer Conrad L Hall would do the lighting, which is superb. Hall was reputed to be the best in the business and the last man working who could call for the right camera lighting without a light meter.

The second ten are included to show the breadth of this fine actor’s career, but the “Must See(s)” are above.

11) “Absence of Malice” (1981) – Playing Michael Colin Gallagher with Sidney Pollack (who also died recently) directing, the film garnered 3 Oscar nominations and co-starred Sally Field, Bob Balaban and Melinda Dillon.

12) “The Sting” – 1973 – Reteaming Newman (as Harry Gondorff) and Robert Redford as con men was a no-brainer. Arguably, belongs in the Top Ten. A great Scott Joplin song or two didn’t hurt.

13) “The Drowning Pool” – (1975) – Lew Harper (from 1966) comes back to the scene as a gumshoe detective. Co-starring Joanne Woodward and Anthony Franciosa, again, the film gave ingénue Melanie Griffith her first big part.

14) “Harper” – (1966)- Lew Harper’s first appearance on the scene as detective extraordinaire.

15) “Somebody Up There Likes Me” – (1956) – The life story of Rocky Graziano, Newman rebounded from “The Silver Chalice,” which he considered so bad that he bought up all the prints and publicly apologized.

16) “Slap Shot” – (1977) – Reggie “Reg” Dunlop – Hockey. George Roy Hill directed. Some familiar co-stars resurface, including Strother Martin (from “Cool Hand Luke”), Lindsay Crouse (from “The Verdict”) and Michael Ontkean. (Whatever happened to Michael Ontkean’s career?)

17) “Sometimes A Great Notion” – (1971) – Logging story. Nominated for 2 Oscars. Based on the Ken Kesey novel. Co-starred Henry Fonda, Lee Remick and Richard Jaeckel, whose scene when he is trapped under a log and will soon drown if the log cannot be removed is worth the rental.

18) “Exodus” – (1960) – Ari Ben Canaan. A movie about the formation of Israel based on the Leon Uris best-selling novel. What I remember about this film is that the theater down the street from my house (one block away) was evacuated when sparks began landing on the roof of the theater from a blaze that burned down one entire block right across the street from my house! I had to take a back alley to get home, where I found my father manning a garden hose in an attempt to keep our house from catching fire. Had to go back to finish the film another day, but it was worth it.

19) “From the Terrace” – (1960). Newman played David Alfred Eaton. “An ambitious young lawyer chooses a loveless marriage and an unfulfilling life, in exchange for a successful Wall Street career,” says the International Movie Data Base. In other words, it’s the life story of a broker today. I always thought that Ina Balin (as Natalie Benzinger) was poorly chosen as the love interest; she needed to use some depilatory cream on her upper lip.

20)  “Towering Inferno” – (1974) – Yes, I know. You liked this one better than half of the others, but, let’s face it, it was a popcorn movie. Newman played Doug Roberts and there was talk of strife between Newman and Steve McQueen, who played the fire chief assigned to rescue the hapless individuals trapped in a high-rise building. It had a great cast, though: Newman, McQueen, William Holden, Faye Dunaway, Fred Astaire, Jennifer Jones, Robert Vaughn, Robert Wagner and…..wait for it….O.J. Simpson. (Yes, that O.J. Simpson.)  I was teaching junior high school students at the time, and we took busloads of students, who had been participating in some after-school “craft activity” classes, to see a double bill of “Towering Inferno” and “Earthquake.” Wags dubbed it “the Shake-and-Bake special.” That was all right, but my friend, Nelson, the history teacher, put  a sign on MY bus that said, “HOOKERS: this bus.” This was because the students in my group  had been taking part in an after-school class in rug hooking. Still, Nelson…..(I’m still smiling).

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