Saturday, October 10, 2009

Blogging to resume - soon, but first, meet Griffen Harry

Sorry for the blogging hiatus, but returning from our trip left me scrambling at work and at home. Not to mention that it took me several days to catch up on my sleep from our long flight home.

I'm sorting through e-mails and information and I'll post some of that information on Sunday night.

There has been a little excitement here as well with the birth of Griffen Harry, our third grandchild and first boy at 12:21 p.m. Friday, 10-09-09. Griffen (the "en" continues the tradition that started with Addisen) checked in at 9 pounds, 1 ounce.

He has blondish, red-hair which could be traced to his recently departed great-grandfather, Red.

Mother, baby, father and Big Sister Addisen all doing fine and very happy. As I did with Addisen I introduced myself to Griffen wearing my Michigan State sweatshirt. It's important to start the indoctrination early.

Life is good.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

More philosophy from Red

In honor of my father-in-law his two daughters and sons-in-laws wore special t-shirts to the USS Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor last month. The t-shirts were designed and made by my step-son, John. The color red was picked because of my father-in-law's nickname and the KB2FME lettering was his HAM radio call sign, so a tip to his favorite hobby. The picture was taken in the room where the names of the dead sailors are inscribed on the wall.

Also, while we were gone, the other daughter, Patty, continued her quest through his many journals. Here's the latest installment. Many of these are from before the time he was sick.

"I don't worry much, but i fret much more"

"Opposites attract but are not compatible"

"Every day you learn something new about yourself"

"Make yourself happy, for the moment"

"Everyday is a good day as long as you are breathing"

"Aging is when your farther from the beginning and closer to the END."

"The older I get, the more Philosophic I get"

"Parents ruin more children than any other source"

"What I need most in life I never got" (Perhaps a reference to his mother leaving him when he was just a baby)

"I don't know where I'm going but I sure know where I'm going to end up"

"All the problems of life are man made"

"Time alone is to please no one but yourself"

"By the time you smartin' up, you're dead"

"I'll survive until I die"

"Dont' wake up mad, it's a long day"

"Being a nothing, I wish I never existed"

"I whine because the Beer isn't Cold"

"If you look at twins, one always looks older than the other"

"Money is only a problem when you don't have it. Relations are only a problem when you have them"

"Patience is a virtue. Patience is also virginity"

"It all has to do with nothing"

"If you can't remember it, forget it"

"The reason most comics get divorced is because their wives laugh at them"

"Dieing is no way to live"

"God, self and others"

"If I wake up, I hope it's 6AM"

"It's locust time for the politicians"

"We're all an island onto ourselves"

"Life is never dull, we make it so"

"Willie wouldn't be Willie if he wasn't"

"God made man, then he goofed"

"Tis easier to receive than transmit" (A HAM reference)

"What am I doing? Reneging food for thought"

"That person's seen both sides of the dam. That person's been on both sides of the dam."

"What don't work, I shall try again"

"People go from one bad habit to the next"

"I have been, so I am eternal"

"It's almost impossible to get to be 60 years old and not enjoy some parts of life"

"Why Criticism? Criticism is a compliment: it shows that you have done something too important for a critic to ignore."

"Diane fainted- she was shot from the shot" (flu shot story reference)

"Peace is the time, when the kids go to bed and before the parents go to bed"
More to come.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Someone in the Newhouse chain is still doing well

The list of the Forbes 400 richest includes a Newhouse at No. 38. My bad, the Newhouse reference was from 2006 here is the latest, he has slipped to No. 52.

Here's the final: Samuel Newhouse.

And Donald Newhouse.

World War II - Poster 20


Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Back from Hawai'i

Just a quick note to let you know that we are back from our trip and that blogging will resume very soon.

Only five comments posted in my absence and I have put them up this morning. See you all soon! Hope you enjoyed the World War II posters.

World War II - Poster 18


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Anagram fun!!

Anagrams use the letters of words to make other words.

Here's some fun Anagrams

PRESBYTERIAN: BEST IN PRAYER

ASTRONOMER: MOON STARER

DESPERATION: A ROPE ENDS IT

THE EYES: THEY SEE

GEORGE BUSH: HE BUGS GORE

THE MORSE CODE: HERE COME DOTS

DORMITORY: DIRTY ROOM

SLOT MACHINES: CASH LOST IN ME

ANIMOSITY: IS NO AMITY

ELECTION RESULTS: LIES - LET'S RECOUNT

SNOOZE ALARMS: ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S

A DECIMAL POINT: I'M A DOT IN PLACE

THE EARTHQUAKES: THAT QUEER SHAKE

ELEVEN PLUS TWO: TWELVE PLUS ONE

AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:

MOTHER-IN-LAW: WOMAN HITLER

World War II - Poster 8


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

Good article from AJR

I know, I know, I'm supposed to be gone, but I'm not, quite. So here's something sent to me from a loyal reader about a daily newspaper reporter not ready to pack it in.

World War II - Poster 2


Saturday, September 12, 2009

Ooops! Still here.

Actually, we will be in Buffalo until Monday night, so there may be some light blogging until then. I put up that previous notice a few weeks ago before our plans were completely set.

Last night we went to Blackthorn Restaurant and Pub, it's the place made famous by the frequent visits of Tim Russert and his dad.

In a city where every restaurant boosts "the best fish fry in town" the Blackthorn can actually mean it.

The eclectic atmosphere, a collection of 1950s-1960s style tables and chairs not all that match, fill the place and everyone seems to know everyone else. We were there only about 5 minutes and struck up a conversation with the hostess and pretty soon we felt like we were in our living room talking to an old friend.

If you are ever in West Seneca, make sure you stop at Blackthorn's.

Blogging vacation

The housesitter is in place, our flights are approaching and a two week cruise to Hawaii is on tap.

Even if I had a wireless signal, for the next 2 1/2 weeks I will be out of touch. My wife is retired from teaching, my part-time job gives me the flexibility to take some time off and we are out of here.

There will be some pre-scheduled posts going up in my absence, in fact something new each day, but I won't be monitoring the news business for the next two weeks or so.

Enjoy the World War II posters that will show up here everyday, leave a comment if you like, but it won't be posted until I get back around Oct. 1. Feel free to take a vacation from Free From Editors and come back all refreshed and ready to go when I get back.

Aloha!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Missing the newsroom today

Maybe it was the 9/11 remembrance or the huge breaking national news out of Owosso, but it is big news days like this that make my fingers itch just once more to be chasing a big story.

Major kudos to the Flint Journal staff for their work today on the anti-abortion activist shooting in Owosso.

It may sound heartless and even harsh, but for reporters a major story like this one is often looked at as a "good" story. Not because reporters wish for harm on anyone, but because a story like this taxes every source, every skill and every nerve ending you have.

It's a rush like no other and today, just today, I'm envious of those laboring in the field.

I know a couple of the bylines working on this story and the story is in good hands. It's just too bad they don't print on Saturday anymore.

9/11, eight years ago today

Most of us will never forget where we were the morning of September 11, 2001.

For me, it was at my desk in the back of the newsroom at the Flint Journal. Up until about 8:45 a.m. it was a pretty routine morning in the newsroom. The paper was basically done and most of us were leaning back thinking about what we were going to do the rest of the day.
Then the first plane hit the towers. Brooke, who handled the actual production of the newspaper in the mornings, realized that everything would have to be changed. A large business feature was scrapped and the rest of us went to work to find a local angle to the story.

We were on the phone to sources, looking for anyone who might be, or know someone who might be close to the tragedy.

All I remember is being on the phone from about 9 a.m. until noon. My recollections of the event were of work and talking to local people, or former local people, who were watching the event unfold in front of their eyes.

People would stop by my desk and give me the play-by-play, but I didn't really feel the complete effect of the terrorist attack until I got up from my desk, about 11:30 a.m., and found a television and watched the replays of the attack.

Then, and only then, was when the realization of the enormity of the act hit me. People had told me the towers fell, but when I saw it with my own eyes on the replay, I wept. Knowing that many, many lives were being lost at that moment was too hard even for a hardened reporter.

Today, let's remember all those, police officers, firefighters, emergency medical technicians and civilians who lost their lives in this attack. Let's also remember all those who have fought in the cause to make sure it will never happen again.

It is a good day to fly the Flag.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The "door shakers"

Back in my Oakland Press days, the editor of the paper frequently tried to catch the photo staff off guard by bursting into the photo department unnannounced.

The hallway into the old photo department was narrow and there was little warning if someone was coming through the door.

So the photographers came up with a signal so that folks inside would know that the person coming through the door was a "friend" and not "foe."

The rule was for everyone, but the editor, that when you entered the photo department you were to give the door knob a long and loud shake so that folks inside would not jump to attention when the door opened.

The "door shaker" rule survived for a long time until one day the editor confronted the photo staff with his belief that people were shaking the door to announce the entry of anyone but himself.

He was politely told that he was wrong, that the door shaking was done to warn anyone coming down the narrow hallway to look out so they wouldn't get hit by the door opening.

Not sure he bought it.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Harold Phillips, 82, former "hot type" printer, RIP

Harold W. Phillips, age 82, of Traverse City, passed away, Monday, September 7, 2009 at Munson Medical Center in Traverse City.

He was born in Owosso, MI, August 11, 1927 to Harold, Sr. and Jessie (Perry) Phillips. On April 2, 1949, he and Janey Rust were married in Angola, IN. They lived in Owosso until 1958, then Flint and in 1996, came to Traverse City.

He graduated from Corunna (MI) High School in 1945 then went into the Navy. He was at the Atomic Bomb Tests at Bikini in 1946 then went on destroyer duty in the Atlantic and Mediterranean Sea. He was honorably discharged as Radarman 2/C in 1948.

He was a printer at The Owosso Argus-Press until 1955, then the Flint Journal until 1987 and retirement. He was a so-so golfer but enjoyed the camaraderie. He was a member of Corunna Post 4005 VFW.

Survived by sons Jerry (Helen) and Denny (Courtney) and daughter Penny, all of Traverse City; grandchildren Kristy Phillips, Jamie Phillips, Ben Phillips and Benn Overholt; great-grandson Joshua Phillips, brother Gene (Donna) of Tawas City and Yuma, AZ., sister-in-law, Carol (Jack) Holmes of Elk Rapids, grand-dogs, Hunter, Polar and Cuppy, cousins, nieces and nephews and long-time friends Jack and Jeanne Boursmith of Corunna.

He was preceded in death by his wife of 54 years, Janey in 2003 and his parents.

Cremation has taken place and inurnment will be at Traverse City Memorial Gardens. A memorial service will take place on Sunday, September 13, 2009 at 2:00 pm at Faith Reformed Church, 1139 E. Front Street, Traverse City. Memorial contributions may be directed to Munson Hospice, 550 Munson Avenue, Traverse City, MI 49686.

(I never worked with Harold, but did work with his son, Jerry).

Monday, September 7, 2009

Inside Out: More on the Conde Nast censorship controversy

Inside Out has been collecting links and items on the Conde Nast attempt to hide its own story on Vladimir Putin.

Looks like the Advance corporate lawyers, with whom many of us are all too familiar, are at it again.

For what it's worth, the attempt to kill the story has only given it new life and spread it to an audience that otherwise would have likely missed it.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

A mouse in my white house

All summer I have been in a battle with a little mouse who keeps insisting on building her nest in a recess of the mower deck of my riding lawn mower.

I don't like to hurt or kill little creatures and I have a rule about mice. Come in my house and you get trapped. Stay outside and we'll try and co-exist.

But the stubbornness of this little mouse is really stretching my patience. It has been necessary to mow every ten days to two weeks all summer due to the rainy weather. But even with only ten day intervals the mouse insists on returning to build her next, always in the same place.

My mower is lodged in a little white metal shed - "the white house" as we call it - in the back yard.

So all summer I go through this little ritual where I pound on the walls of the shed and then slam some tools around to let her know I am in the house. Sometimes she pops her head out and looks at me and then dashes back under the mower deck.

To keep from harming her or her babies I don't start the engine or blades until I push the mower outside and lift up the deck to make sure she and any little ones have departed. I feel kind of bad because she never quite gets the nest finished before I need to mow.

Twice now I have moved her nest to a corner of the white house where I would be happy to let her raise her young, but always she returns to the mower deck.

Finally today, she came out from under the mower deck kind of looked at me, walked away a few feet stopped and looked back as if to scold me for once again spoiling her work.

Any suggestions (please don't suggest murdering the mouse) that might convince her to move elsewhere will be appreciated.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Go State! First college football Saturday

For my Spartan fans these little gems from the 2008 season.



Or this one:

Charlie Rangel: Tax cheat and House Ways and Means Chairman

Now I get it, Democrat Charlie Rangel wants all of us to pay more taxes, but that doesn't apply to him.

Last year at this time Mr. Rangel was saying that he "might" owe the feds just a little money.

Pay as I say, not as I do.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Rick Monday just became my all-time favorite baseball player

Thanks to Reporting Michigan for posting a link to this You Tube video of an incident that I had long forgotten about. Great moment for Chicago Cub Rick Monday and baseball. Just a little something for a holiday weekend.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The story of 'Diamond Lil'

Long time readers of this blog may recall that one of my all-time favorite assignments was flying aboard a B-24 named 'Diamond Lil.'

To keep my father from calling me on a technicality, I will have to allow that the B-24 I flew in was actually a C-87. As I recall, it left the factory in 1941 (the 25th out of 18,000 that would be built) in San Diego as a B-24, but crash landed (something about the landing gear not coming down) in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Because it was headed to England as part of the lend-lease program, the government simply flew another new B-24 over to England in its place. The Diamond Lil aircraft was severely damaged on its belly (that happens when you land without wheels) so a decision was made to weld it back together and use it as a transport, which technically makes it a C-87.

After the war, the plane had a new life as an executive aircraft until it was purchased (or obtained) and restored to its appearance as a B-24 (it still does not have the bomb doors). It now is reportedly only one of two flying B-24s.

During World War II it was used, among other things, to transport movie stars on USO tours and was outfitted with relatively luxurious seats and interior. That duty probably helped it survive the war and on into today.

While searching Youtube.com I located this clip of Diamond Lil, the very same one I flew on so many years ago. Again, to my old editor - Roger - my thanks for the best assignment I ever had.

My favorite Facebook status so far

A California buddy, a guy I served on a California police department with for five years in the 1970s, put this up as his Facebook status today:

"Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite and furthermore always carry a small snake."

"Reporting Michigan" a new online news experiment

Over on Inside Out there are several new posts this morning, one on some reflections on AnnArbor.com and another about a former Ann Arbor News reporter's new "Reporting Michigan" online business.

The reporter, Tom, has been a sometime contributor on this blog and I'm going to put up a link on my list to watch his new venture.

At least it has the look of a news site. And a pretty good story up this morning on how some State employees take a furlough day on Friday and then work for overtime the next day on Saturday.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

An online newspaper paid subscription that worked

A loyal FFE reader sent along this link to a Newsweek article about a newspaper that made the online model pay.

This can't be possible, all those Internet news gurus said this wouldn't work.

Check out this post at Inside Out

For those starved for Booth/Advance news, Inside Out has a few reflections today.

I continue to get e-mails about a pending Booth September surprise. To be honest, I have no direct knowledge of any changing publication plans, downsizing, upsizing or any kind of sizing.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Dramatic photos of the Los Angeles fires

For my friends and family in and from California the Los Angeles Times has a series of 143 photos, many from the La Crescenta and La Canada area where we were all from. For my friend Drew there are several photos taken right on Ocean View Boulevard where he used to live.

One photo was taken at the intersection of Rockdell and Rosemont which is less than a mile from my former home. The fire did not threaten Rosemont Junior High School, my former school.

The evacuation orders have been lifted for La Crescenta and La Canada where the fire has burned itself out and moved on north. Structural damage was minimal, but a few miles away in Tujunga, they were not so lucky.

Monday, August 31, 2009

I know what I want for Christmas

If you're not a fan of radio-controlled model aircraft, skip this post. But this is an amazing display of flying skills and a pretty cool, jet-powered model aircraft.

Mainly I posting this here because my father, a former pilot and a docent at the Air and Space Museum in Virginia will get a big kick out of this now that he has a high-speed Internet connection.

More fires, more family to worry about

My sister-in-law Barbara lives in a beautiful spot called Lake of the Pines in Auburn, California. Barbara has been following my coverage of the fires in Southern California and alerted me to a serious fire that came within several miles of her home. My late brother Michael loved his home in the gated community at LOP.

It is where I stayed when I flew out after my brother's death earlier this year.

Barbara said she had the car packed and was ready to go because the fire quickly spread through nearby subdivisions destroying 60 homes and businesses as it went. Fortunately for her, LOP's was spared.

You can see the Sacramenta television station's coverage here. There are several videos available on the station's website if you are interested.

Another California fire picture


A friend of my sister Pam, Dianne Adams, who lives in the area of the fire sent this photo taken from Crescenta Valley High School, the high school my sister Pam, brother Mike and I attended. This is the closest I can ever recall a fire coming to our area in La Crescenta.
Sorry to hear this morning two firefighters were killed trying to escape the flames when their fire truck went off a road and crashed.
Overnight, my old high school, along with nearby La Canada High School and Verdugo Hills High School were opened as shelters.


Red Uleskey: 'I wish I did what I didn't do'

As mentioned before many of my father-in-law Red’s sayings grew a little darker as his health deteriorated. Not having faced my own imminent approaching death it is hard for me to understand some of them.

One thing Red began urging us to do a few years ago was to retire as soon as you could and then once retired front load your retirement with travel, fun and adventure. He expressed regret that he spent the first years, his healthy retirement years, staying too close to home believing there would always be time for the adventure. "There will be plenty of time to sit at home," he would advise us.

When his body failed him, the time and chance for adventure was over. In June 2008, when we took a cruise to Alaska, Red was very disappointed that his health prevented him from joining us. Especially since all three daughters and sons-in-law and two granddaughters were on the trip.

There also seemed to be a wistfulness about what his life had meant and what good he had done. So here are the latest installments of Red’s sayings.

I wish I did what I didn’t do.

Age is a huge boulder it’s going to crush you.

Sing when you can, you never know when you’ll lose your voice.

Life’s all about what’s happening this very moment.

It’s nice to get older, you don’t have to remember.

It’s tough to get to 72 it’s a lot tougher if you don’t. (He was 85 when he died)

God let me live long enough to get tired of life.

Death is the only solution to life.

If you never lived, you’re already dead.

I don’t expect much out of life, but I get less.

I didn’t think it was important until it hurt.

There’s little in life that’s real.

I don’t get headaches, I have them.

I guess I’m reasonably unhappy.

You’re only young once, but can be insipient forever.

You learn something every day but you don’t get smarter.

Misstakes make you feel imperfect. (Misstakes misspelled incorrectly on purpose)

Thing built today should last for an eternity.

We have everything, but we have nothing.

Life without love is an empty grave.

One of the worst things about life is that some people are dead and don’t know it.

(Red, a married man for 61 years to Joan, often wrote of love):

It is very difficult to love someone without loving them.

If you want somebody to love you, it better be yourself.

I love more than I despise.

Love is giving.

Then just a few quips for good measure:

He is about as handy as a left-handed snake.

I’m going to wake up sober in the morning but I hope wiser.

I don’t need money, I need some cents.

(There was much discussion in the last years of Red’s life about grave markers. Red wanted his free veteran’s marker for his grave, but his wife, Joan, insisted that she did not want any kind of a marker.
She became known in the family as: “No stone Joan” because of that decision. So buried in Red’s book was this little gem):

Here lies ‘No Stone Joan’ and ‘Stoned John.”

More to come

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Photos from the fire











The fire truck (in the picture just above this note) is traveling on Foothill Boulevard towards La Crescenta. If you look just to the right of the fire truck in the far background in the foothills, that is roughly where I used to live. Click on the photos for a larger image.
Also, I know this may not be of major interest to folks back east, but many of my family and friends who check in here will be concerned. There is a pretty good 4-minute video from KTLA at this link. They are not providing an embed for this video.
From the KTLA story on the three injuries so far:
"Three civilians have been hurt, two in the Big Tujunga Canyon area and one off Highway 2 near Mount Wilson.

A Los Angeles County Sheriff's official says the two people in Big Tujunga Canyon tried to ride out the firestorm n a backyard hot tub and were critically burned. They were airlifted out by a sheriff's rescue helicopter."
Now how California is that, riding out a firestorm in a hot tub.

Fire situation in Southern California worsens

The fire situation in my childhood neighborhood has worsened overnight and today. This attached map from the LA Times shows the expanded fire area. If you click on the man in the bed you will see that my high school, Crescenta Valley High School, had been designated as a shelter, but that people are now being sent to the next community and La Canada High School. According to weatherunderground.com the highs today in La Crescenta are expected to be 104, so no help there.

The evacuation area has spread and now seems to include my old neighborhood. My friend Drew's neighborhood on Ocean View Boulevard has been evacuated, although they have been allowing people to return to pick up some belongings.


View Los Angeles County fires north of La Canada Flintridge, Altadena in a larger map

Jim Carty checks in on the Michigan football story

Former Ann Arbor News sportswriter Jim Carty posted three items on the brewing Michigan football controversy over on his blog Paper Tiger No More. He also has some reasonable thoughts on AnnArbor.com and its strict moderation policy.

More wisdom and wit from Red Uleskey

More of my father-in-law Red’s private journal jottings as discovered by my sister-in-law Patty. Some of these are sooo good. We’re going to put them into a self-published book once we mine all the books that Red put them in. Again, some of them obviously deal with his declining health and advancing age, but others are just his own reflections. Each of them is a delight and a surprise to his family.

"He's as useless as a spare tire on the Goodyear Blimp.”

"I've lived long enough not to be remembered"

"The more you try to change, the more it stays the same"

"God only gives what he wants you to have"

"Life is over when you see the Dead End sign"

"The importance of being No one"

"No life is as full as it should have been"

"I like to worry, it makes me feel good"

"Love is an elusive commodity"

"Glaucoma is hardening of the eyeries"

"It seems as you age, you look forward to summer or death whichever comes first"

"Platonic relations are like a no thank you portion"

"Life is a lot of things but not easy"

"One of the worst things about life is that we take it too seriously"

"As you get older each day you learn a little, forget a lot."

"Death is Life's never happened" (I respectfully disagree with Red on this one)

"Life is the same old story with a different twist"

"Life is precious but short"

"I forgot what never was"

"There's only one perfect person in the world but you"

"Life is a puzzle we some time never figure out"

"History is never tomorrow for you"

"A little bit of life steps on everyone, Thank God its not a size 15EEE"

More to come.

President Obama didn't always say nice things about Sen. Kennedy

President Obama delivered the eulogy (a good one) at Sen. Ted Kennedy's funeral yesterday, but a few years ago the message he delivered to Sen. Kennedy was a little rougher.

The Boston Globe recounted the story of how then candidate Obama had to go to Sen. Kennedy and apologize for the remark in the video (below) on his way to getting the Kennedy endorsement.

At first, Obama denied making the remark, but when confronted with the video had to man up and go apologize in person, I believe.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Detroit Free Press: U-M Football breaking training rules

AnnArbor.com is linking to a major sports investigative piece by the Detroit Free Press on alleged training abuses by the new U-M football coach. Direct link to the Freep story here.

Have to wonder if some of the old Ann Arbor News staff (i.e. Jim Carty) might have broken this story if they or others were still on the staff. Kind of embarrassing to have the Free Press break a major story that occurred in AnnArbor.com's back yard.

Fires in La Canada close to home, heart

It is hard to watch the unfolding fires in Southern California. First, because it is always sad to see folks watching an approaching disaster that there is little they can do to stop.

But in this case, and I'm sure my sister Pam, will agree because we lived through this terror so many times as children living in La Crescenta in the foothills of Los Angeles.

The current fires are threatening areas of Altadena, Pasadena and La Canada (not to mention the Jet Propulsion Laboratory being in the mix) and could soon move into our old neighborhood on Briggs Terrace in La Crescenta.

As a young man in the 1950s I remember these fires, which seem to return every three years. It would take that long for the brush and grass to regrow after a previous fire and then the days would become thick with smoke and the nights bright with flames.

One time the fires got so close that our house was only two or three blocks out of the mandatory evacuation area and I remember seeing my stepfather on the roof of the house watering it down with a garden hose to extinguish the burning embers falling on it.

Some of our neighbors, who foolishly installed wooden shake roofs, were equally busy keeping their roofs wet.

Pray for those firefighters that they will remain safe. These fires move very quickly and can turn and trap firefighters in a moment.

As an aside that windy road at the north end of the map (Hwy 2) is Angles Crest Highway and our high school driver's training instructor (my math teacher as I recall) used to make us drive up there and learn how to negotiate the hairpin turns. On a date night there were great views of the City of Los Angeles after a movie and a dinner.


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Inside Out: An array of Advance news

Over on Inside Out plenty of links to Advance changes and moves.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The sound of the men working on the chain gang

Tonight that sound is tired. I love the fall and football. One of the fun things I have been able to do in the fast few years is be a regular member of a high school football chain gang.

The game tonight was one of those up and down the field affairs that kept us running all of the first half and much of the second half. I think the final score was 39-21, but it could have been higher, I quit watching the scoreboard after the start of the fourth quarter.

We were quietly rooting for sacks and short runs by the end of the game, but what we got were long run backs and long successful passes.

Still, the chain gang has the best seat in the house and the crew I work with has a lot of fun. But we're hoping for a more defensive struggle next time.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Print versus online ad revenue: Guess who wins

For all those online gurus who want to dump the print product you might want to check this article in the Columbia Journalism Review.

Some of you have noticed I signed up for Google ads in May. I did it as an experiment to see even with my less than modest traffic how much money I could make off the blog.

Since May, I've had 43,000 hits and that translates into - ta da - $14.16 worth of revenue. Only 24 of you folks have bothered to click on the ads at all.

Google doesn't send you a check until you tally $100, so I'm looking for that first check sometime next year, late next year.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

More newspaper news

Hadn't stopped by Fading to Black for awhile, but lots of new essays and posts there. Some interesting newspaper news.

Editors getting the blame, and I'm not the source

Over on Newspaper Death Watch is an essay about why newspapers are really failing. Lots of good stuff there.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

More travels by the Beecher board

A follow up to the Beecher travel story of last week, has produced more records of excessive travel and expenses by the five-member Beecher Board.

As experienced reporters disappear from the ranks of newspapers there will be less of these kinds of investigative pieces.

More watchdogs, more corruption stories. Corruption will never go away, but with fewer people watching we won't hear about it.

Victory MSU! Go State!

Just in time for football season a couple great reminders of why fall along the Red Cedar River is best.



And this great "Thriller" half time performance.

Detroit News, new source for the Flint Journal

Several FFE readers sent along the following link about the Michigan School for the Deaf forming a football team and the fact that the school, which sits on Ground Zero of the Journal's subscription area didn't even rate a phone call from the paper.

The paper merely linked to a Detroit News story about the possible football season.

A lot of folks, besides me, are confused by this new model for covering home town news.

One writer mentioned: "I guess with the downsized staff there isn't even time for one phone call to do your own story."

Sunday, August 23, 2009

"Where are my dancing Indians?"

Nearly two years after I started this blog to recount the great, and not so great, moments in my 30-year journalism career I remembered one of the most disturbing editor moments in my tenure.

Well, actually, not directly my career, but anyone who worked at the Oakland Press in the 1980s will clearly recall the “dancing Indians” incident.

(To my dear friend “cat paws” feel free to chime in with your intimate knowledge of this incident).

No, I have not lost my mind with the culturally insensitive and politically incorrect description, “dancing Indians.” The term came right out of the mouth of an angry editor and the story is 100 percent true.

In the early 1980s, there was a controversy brewing in Waterford Township over the development of a piece of property that had some connection to a local Native American tribe.

One of the people upset by the pending development dropped a dime on an editor about a “big” protest that would occur at the next Township board meeting. Native Americans (my term) were expected to turn out in huge numbers to let their anger be known at the meeting.

The excited editor dispatched a reporter and photographer to the meeting in anticipation of a huge protest that hopefully involved dozens of Native Americans dressed in traditional loin cloths and wearing feathered head dress.

When the reporter and photographer arrived at the meeting, they found no one outside and only two people inside to speak in opposition to the development. Both were in traditional American business suits and instead of carrying a bow and arrow were armed with briefcases.

The two men, one was an attorney for the tribe as I recall, spoke in respectful tones to the Township Board about the tribe’s concerns and how the objections could be overcome without a huge lawsuit.

Returning from the assignment, the reporter and photographer filed a story that accurately reflected what transpired at the meeting. The picture was of a lawyer in a business suit addressing the township board.

After the editor who assigned the story began to edit it, he was livid.

“Where are the dancing Indians?,” he yelled across the newsroom. “I sent you to get dancing Indians and you bring me back this?”

Despite the protests of the reporter and photographer, it took a long time to calm the editor down and convince him that there were no “dancing Indians.”

“I was told there would be dancing Indians,” the editor protested.

From that moment on, any outrageous story assignment was frequently referred to as a “dancing Indians” assignment. Any reporter at the OP knew immediately what a colleague meant when they said I’m off on a “dancing Indians” assignment.

For beta or worse, a 1994 video that has come true

My stepdaughter Elin sent me this link to a 1994 Knight-Ridder video that was both on and off the mark in relation to newspapers. Very interesting to see how far back the thinking goes. Advance and Booth came to the party even later. It was posted on the blog Forbetaorworse.com.

Santa Cruz: Where freedom rings in your ears

Just a quick video from You Tube courtesy of the craziest City Council in the country - Santa Cruz, California. I feel a beauty pageant in this young woman's future. My two sons, granddaughter and even a few friends live there. I get a lot of hits every month from Santa Cruz. For a good time go to Youtube.com and search for Crazy Santa Cruz public comments. It's better than anything on TV.

What of the clipping services now?

The death of the Ann Arbor News brought up some interesting questions in this Columbus Dispatch (I'll let go the irony of the Columbus paper lamenting the death of an Ann Arbor anything) article.

Did I ever tell you about the winter of '44?


Yesterday, Saturday, August 22nd we said good-bye to my father-in-law Red Uleskey in a brief military graveside service at the Mt. Hope Cemetery in Ebenezer (West Seneca) New York.

Frankly, it was more of a service than Red wanted. His desire was no service at all. This seemed contradictory coming from a man who used to serve on a local VFW Post’s honor guard. In the end, his daughters decided they needed at least a brief ceremony to help close the book for them.

The group of attendees was small, immediate family only and a captain and sergeant from the New York Army National Guard to serve as an honor guard. Red’s wife, Joan, clutched a favorite photograph of Red wearing his VFW honor guard uniform, a picture that appeared in the Buffalo News many years ago.

It was a warm, sunny day and the service started at noon. It was over by 12:10 p.m. In those ten minutes were plenty of tears and at the end a little laughter, courtesy of my mother-in-law Joan who chimed in with a comment so poignant and telling that it almost brought a small smile from the stoic Army captain who had just presented my mother-in-law Red’s burial flag.

As is tradition, even in the case of a cremation, the flag that would normally cover a casket was present and folded next to the small, metal box containing Red’s ashes. Following the playing of “Taps” the honor guard opened the folded flag and then re-folded it in front of the family.

The captain then got down on one knee and offered the flag to Joan with the traditional Army statement: “This flag is presented on behalf of a grateful nation and the United States Army as a token of appreciation for your loved one's honorable and faithful service.” (Each military branch does a slightly different statement).

As the captain’s white-gloved hand placed the flag in Joan’s lap, as she sat in her wheelchair, she put her right hand, the one not frozen by her stroke on top of the officer's hand, looked up at him and said the words that brought us to tears and laughter: “Did I ever tell you about the winter of ’44?”

Our laughter caught the Army captain slightly off guard and he successfully stifled a brief smile that started coming over his face.

So where did the question come from and why did we laugh and cry?

As I have written previously, Red joined the Army during World War II and was assigned to the Army’s 75th Division, the so-called “diaper division” owing to the young ages of its members. The Division arrived in France and was thrust into action in December 1944 in the middle of the fierce Battle of the Bulge.

It was trial by fire and it was in the most extreme circumstances and horrific weather. The Germans tried to take advantage of the miserable weather and poor conditions to push back against the Allies counter-invasion that began with D-Day.

The fierceness of the battle, the extreme cold and snow – even for a guy from Buffalo, New York – left an internal tattoo on Red’s being. The winter of 1944 is the extreme test of his life by which all other difficulties were measured.

In Red’s declining years, almost every night when he was tucked into bed by his wife Joan, he would look at her and say: “Did I ever tell you about the winter of ’44?”

It was his way of saying no matter how bad things were, they could never be as bad as they were in the winter of 1944. The young Army captain, who heard the laughter and saw the tears, could not have known the impact of Joan’s question, but we did.

My mother-in-law, who suffered a debilitating stroke in April, is living her own ‘winter of ’44.’

During this difficult time she is leaning on Red’s strength, that quiet toughness that spoke to him every day, that while life was tough, it would never be as tough as it was in that awful winter of 1944.

Red let those difficult days in the Ardennes region in Europe refine his life, not define it. It would be great if all of us could take our “winters of ‘44” and use them for strength and not for defeat.

After the honor guard left, my sister-in-law Diane read the 23rd Psalm and then Red’s wife clutched the metal box with Red’s ashes in her lap for a minute and then returned it to the stand. Red’s wife and three daughters then took turns laying four red carnations next to the box before we left the cemetery.

And just like that the service was over and we all left the cemetery. Rest in peace, Red.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Pontiac Police - Michael Jackson video found!

Update: I have been corrected as the identify of the female officer to the right (left as you view the video) of MJ. That was another female officer with the first name Janie. Susan is almost directly behind MJ.

Nearly two months ago I posted an item about my former wife, a Pontiac Police detective, being in a picture and video with Michael Jackson during his appearance at a concert at the Pontiac Silverdome. Susie and another reader produced the photo.

A FFE reader this morning sent me the You Tube video that includes the short (5-second at the 6:34 spot) clip of the Pontiac police officers clamoring (oops, clambering) down the stairs flanking Michael Jackson. Susie is to Jackson's immediate right as they come down the stairs. For their participation in the video they got to keep the sunglasses they were all wearing.

After watching the video, it reminded me that Jackson, for all his wierdness, was a great entertainer. I believe the stage set-up in the video also appears to be the Silverdome.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Toll roads bug me

Toll roads bug me. First, living in Michigan we don't have toll roads. But travel out of Michigan, in almost any direction and its time to get out your wallet.

As regular readers of this blog know, my wife and I have spent a great deal of time over the past two years in Western New York.

We regularly have to travel about a 1-mile section of I-90 to get to my mother-in-laws nursing home. Yes, there's a way around them, but so long it doesn't make sense not to pay the 15 cents to use the toll road.

New York is supposedly this great liberal, green State. So why does a "green" State think it's a good idea to stop long lines of cars, twice a day during morning and afternoon commute, and have them idle for long periods of time, burning fossil fuels and going nowhere just so they can get a toll card.

What are gas taxes for, if not for fixing roads? Ohio, same thing and Illinois is the worst. Try driving in and around Chicago during anything but the middle of the night and plan on long wait periods for the privilege of paying a tax for roads you have already paid for through your gas taxes.

If I were king, or at least a Michigan legislator, I would empower the Michigan State Police to stop any car from a state that has toll roads and immediately collect $10 from the motorist. The trooper could then issue a sticker with a date on it, so the person would not have to pay again for a particular period of time.

We don't charge people from New York, Ohio, Illinois or any other state with toll roads for the privilege of driving on Michigan roads and I think it's about time we did. Heck, we could use the money too.

My rant for the day.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Houses from 'back in the day' saved in Flint

During my reporting career in Flint I was frequently inside homes in rundown neighborhoods.

A very recent article in the New York Times about the recovery of one Flint neighborhood, Carriage Town, prompted my mental journey back to a street in north Flint. (Hat tip to Flint Expatriates for the link).

In one case, I clearly remember a home on Josephine Street where I was interviewing a family about the death of their teenage son in a drug killing. During the interview the mother went upstairs to get a photo of their son that she wanted to use in the story.

While she was gone I was looking around the room, trying to see past the peeling paint, cracked windows and very worn carpet.

What hit me was the beautiful crown molding on the ceiling and the intricate woodwork around the windows and baseboards. It suddenly struck home that this was once a prime piece of real estate, a home of someone of means. Maybe a captain of industry, but certainly someone with a lot of moola.

After finishing the shooting story, I embarked on a project to research a bunch of addresses on Josephine Street to see who initially built the homes, who lived there over the years and why such beautiful, well-crafted homes had ended up in such horrible disrepair. Empty lots served as reminders that homes, like people, don't survive forever.

Over the next months and years, mostly on my own time and using Polk's directories (an annual publication of addresses and residents known by reporters as a 'reverse directory') I began the process of going year-by-year to see who had lived in all the homes on that one block of Josephine.

The crush of daily news reporting never left me time to finish the project, which I worked on for more than two years, but I found most of the homes were built about 1914-1920 and were, in fact, built by captains of the emerging auto companies and high local officials, judges, doctors and lawyers.

For the first 30-40 years of the homes' history they rarely changed hands. In fact, a couple residents who built the homes lived in them into the 1950s and 1960s when I assume they either moved or died.

It was in the middle to late 1960s, which corresponded to white flight that landlords purchased the homes, cut them into apartments and then rented them out. After that you could see the frequent turnover of residents and likely the beginning of the decline of the neighborhoods.

Landlords milked the homes for every dime they could squeeze out of them and they saved more dimes by not performing necessary repairs and maintenance which eventually left some of them gutted by fire or simply abandoned.

But looking up at the skilled crafts work on those moldings made me wonder how much such fine construction would cost in today's market.

My files on that project ended up in a newsroom dumpster during a push to sanitize the newsroom and make it look pretty and neat. The realization that my career was coming to an end and that office neatness trumped productivity caused me to pitch the project in a fit of frustration.

Kind of wish I had them back.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

In defense of the reporters at the Flint Journal

Some recent comments on a previous post about dissatisfaction with the coverage of Flushing Township came with some pretty brutal charges.

Someone said the reporters don't care.

I still know a few, a brave few, who still work at the Journal, and although they basically avoid me like the plague over concern that their bosses might punish them for talking with the enemy, the charge they don't care is just not true.

Folks don't go into journalism because they don't care. It certainly isn't for the money and benefits, especially now as the old model is being dismantled.

No one, not in their right mind anyway, would stay in journalism unless they cared about either the idea of journalism or they cared about people.

So put me down as standing up for those few still laboring in the fields. They care, they just might not have time to show it.

By the way, here's an example of great reporting from an old pro, still at the Journal.

Here's the lede, just to whet your appetite:

BEECHER -- Five members on an obscure local water and sewer board here recently charged taxpayers $36,000 for a 19-day trip to California.

Their bills included stays at a $260-per-night hotel in San Diego, dinners of shrimp cocktail and filet mignon, even $50 tickets to Sea World -- courtesy of some of the poorest residents of Genesee County.

(They justified the Sea World experience because they could study the effects of water filtration there.)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A comment about fairness, my answer

This morning I posted a comment (too long to repost here but available at the following link) from a reader upset about what they see as unfair and biased coverage.

The commenter doesn't say what township, or even what newspaper, they are upset at, but I'm assuming it's a Booth paper because it mentions MLive. Among the complaints are that the reporter wrote a that was completely wrong about the success of a recall petition drive. When called on it, the newspaper simply removed it from MLive without comment.

(By the way, my rule about identities does not apply to the names of cities and townships, so feel free to let me know what you are talking about?)

Before I start let me just say I can't verify any of this, but will make some general comments about what a person can, could or should do if faced with what they believe is unfair coverage.

As to the complaint about the editorial that vanished off MLive, I can say this. If true, that would be, in my opinion, a violation of journalism ethics. Once something is posted online and people have had a chance to read it, whatever happens to that story, corrections, updates, removal, should definitely require a posting that explained what happened.

If it was a minor misspelling or something trivial, no big deal, but the removal of a story because it was wrong, or based on poor information would definitely need an explanation.

That part was easy.

The complaint is that the beat reporter is favoring one side of a recall controversy over another. One of the assertions is that the reporter came to an important meeting on the issue and sat with the supporters of one side. After the conclusion of the meeting, the commenter complained that nothing was ever written on the meeting.

Not having been at the meeting, I have no idea how or why the reporter selected a place to sit. When I used to go to meetings, I always tried to sit by myself, but frequently the gadflies, would seek you out and sit next to you. A reporter is always a tempting captive audience. Sometimes in a crowded meeting I sat next to people I didn't know, but later found out represented one side or the other.

My seat selection never was an indication of what side I supported, or even if I supported one side.

Every reporter, me included, has been accused at some time during a long career of favoring one side or the other. That goes with the territory. In fact, I used to get nervous if I was getting a lot of kudos from one side and anger from the other.

It was always better, at least for me, to have people on both sides of an issue not completely happy with the coverage. That usually meant both sides were getting their say.

In one case, a group of village officials were upset that after talking to them about an issue, I actually called the folks who were opposed to it. "Why did you talk to them?," the officials said. "Gees, I don't know, maybe to get the other side?," I said.

Sometimes it can be hard not to take sides, but it is important, maybe even vital, that when a reporter starts feeling more sympathy for one side it is probably time to spend more time with the opposing side.

Any reporter worth the ink in their pen should get itchy and nervous if they are writing a story on a controversy and have only talked to one side.

The other problem is that some groups, or individuals, are better at explaining, or spinning their information than others. Reporters need to be on guard not to let slickness or friendliness get in the way of digging into information and getting the whole story. Sometimes the less articulate person may actually be in the right.

One of the Lapeer townships I covered had a woman who came to every meeting and caused long delays with her constant complaints about nit picky, minute details of township procedures, and my favorite, Robert's Rules of Order. She also used to film the meetings.

During one meeting, she extended the meeting for at least 90-minutes longer than it had to be. While those nit-picky issues were important to her, there was no way that I would write a word of it, because my editor would never print such trivial stuff and secondly, no one, other than the gadfly herself, would ever read it.

At one meeting after listening to her complaints on-and-off from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m., I finally left. I had already lost three hours of my life I wouldn't get back and wasn't about to lose another one. On the way out, the woman chased me out to the parking lot demanding to know how I could leave the meeting when she was putting up such a fine defense of Robert's Rules of Order.

Trying to be polite, I simply told her that none of what she was talking about was of vital enough interest to Flint Journal readers to warrant a story. She seemed crushed. Later, she called my editor to complain.

OK, so what does a person do when they believe they are receiving biased coverage. That's pretty obvious, but here's what I would try.

First, I would contact the reporter directly and politely (that's a key) express my dissatisfaction with the reporting and coverage. If the reporter dismissed my complaints, I'd take it to the reporter's next boss (editor) in line. If that didn't work, I'd take it to the chief editor and finally the publisher.

In this case, the writer believes or suspects that the editor has some close relationship with some of the actors on the other side. This is another complaint that is not infrequent. People often thought because I wrote something that reflected on them negatively, that therefore I must have some immoral or unhealthy relationship with the other side.

My rule was always if I had some connection to one side or the other of an issue, I wouldn't cover it. I lost the biggest part of my police beat in Pontiac, when I married one of the detectives. In fact, the first time I asked the young lady out on a date, I reported to my editor, who pulled me off the Pontiac police beat.

During teacher union contract negotiations that directly involved my current wife, I also withdrew (in the original post the word withdrew somehow showed up in yellow, I have no idea how that happened, but I just fixed it) myself from covering the issue because even if I could be fair, the appearance would be otherwise.

If, and that's a big if, there is some unholy connection between the editor and the issue this person is writing about, that should be disclosed and explained.

A letter-to-the-editor is also a possibility. But in the end, if you don't get any satisfaction I guess you'll have to buy your own newspaper.

President Barack Obama's public essays now for sale

For a time the Prez's words on health care reform were for sale through the New York Times syndicate. For reasons known only to him, the White House initially offered an essay on health care reform exclusively to the New York Times, which then made the remarkable decision to sell it through its syndicate.

Apparently, cooler heads prevailed and now the essay will be offered free. We all know the newspaper business is bad, but when someone can make a dime off the public words of the President it might indicate how desperate it is.

Through the magic of linking here it is for free.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Advance partners with Microsoft for ads

Thanks to a "Boothie" I received this link in my e-mail box today. What do you all think?

More on this over on Inside Out which also has more links about the relationship.

So maybe I do get this linking thing, except that I'm not in a news business.

More 'Red' philosophy

My sister-in-law Patty, has continued through a journey through my late father-in-law Red's writings. She has sent me some more gems written in Red's journals.

Some of them are likely related to his failing health in his last year:

"Every day is a good day no matter how bad it is!"

"I'm going to head for the pillow."

"If I faint, don't call the rescue squad, call the firing squad."

"Death solves many problems."

"Had a very restless day (rest-less)."

Then there are those of just a more general wisdom, things he wrote down and kept to himself and his journal:

"If you need someone, you've always got yourself"

"The only woman who truly loves a man is his mother"

"I know everything about nothing"

"Intent often leads to invention"

"I had a pretty good mind but didn't know enough to use it"

"Someone should teach the world what's important"

"You better be true to your teeth or they will be false to you!"

"Popcorn, like snowflakes, no two are a like"

"Appreciate instead of expecting"

"That's the way it goes and its almost, went"

"Taste every crumb of life"

"A tear, if sincere, is as bonding as blood"

"If you live as long as you're going to, you might as well be happy"

"It's later than you blink"

"That's a lot of Noisense" (Red wasn't big on noisy confusion).

"The first step is the wrong direction"

"I was busy doing nothing"

Patty says, more to come.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Buffalo's Mighty Taco gets its props

As written here before, we're big fans of the Buffalo gourmet scene. That's if you can call fish fry, pizza, beef on weck and fast food tacos 'gourmet' food.

But it's no surprise that Mighty Taco has been chosen to receive national recognition for its food.

There is one bone to pick with Mighty Taco and that happened about 9 months ago when we stopped at the West Seneca store to pick up dinner for the folks. My father-in-law was in failing health and we tried to cater to what he wanted to eat.

Red wanted a beef burrito, but he wanted it double wrapped. Bread was a major staple of Red's diet so it was not a surprise that he wanted a little extra pita around his burrito.

My mother-in-law warned me that she had asked for 'double wrap' previously, but was told it was 'not possible.' Now that seemed pretty ridiculous to me. How hard could it be to roll another piece of pita around the meal?

So I skipped the drive-through and went inside so I could explain to the cooks what we wanted.

Confidently approaching the counter my first request was for a beef burrito, but double wrap it. Here is the conversation in detail, as I remember it.

"Can't do that," the cashier said.

"Sure you can," I said. "Just take another piece of pita and wrap it around the meal and charge me a little extra, it'll be easy."

"We don't do that," the cashier said.

"Why not?," I said.

"Because we don't," the cashier said.

At this point it feels like a discussion with a 15-year-old, so I asked to speak to the manager.

Again the explanation of what I want is met with: "We just don't do that."

OK, I don't suffer fools lightly, so remembering a scene from "Five Easy Pieces" with Jack Nicholson, I give the following instruction to the manager.

"What is your cheapest burrito?," I said.

"Bean burrito, 89 cents," the manager said.

"OK, here's what WE'RE going to do. I want you to make my father-in-law's beef burrito, then I want you to make him a bean burrito, but I want you to hold the beans and take the pita that should be wrapped around the beans and instead wrap it around the beef burrito," I told the manager.

There was a long pause, a brief sign of resignation and then: "I guess we can do that," the manager said.

"I knew you could," I said.

Thinking I had pulled off a major coup, I returned to the house with the double wrapped burrito and explained how it had come about.

My mother-in-law, who is close with her wallet, was happy about the burrito, but not so happy about something else.

"Why didn't you get the beans in a cup to bring home?," she said.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

A good read for a Saturday

Inside Out has a good read with lots of links about a former journalist who enlisted in the Marines at 34 and was killed last week in Afghanistan.

More about the new AA2.com that I don't get

There was a simple news posting about a new leader for the Ann Arbor Chamber of Commerce at the new AA2.com site. Simple enough.

Then a member of the site's staff put up a link to a Crain's online story that had additional resume information about the new Chamber leader.

Here's my question. Why not pick up the phone and simply check the information and add it to your story and not drive traffic off your site to another site? One of the commenters even mentioned that.

Violating my own rule about posting links to that site you can see it here.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Flint police officer Clarence Banks - RIP

Truly sad news today with word that officer Clarence Banks, one of the truly nice police officers on the Flint Police Department died of a heart attack while off duty.

The Flint Journal has story on it today.

Just yesterday I wrote about Sgt. Bob and great source and I promised further stories on other sources in the future. Well, one of those would have been Clarence Banks who was a young officer when I started on the beat back in 1989.

He had an infectuous smile and a quiet manner that endeared him to nearly all who knew him.

Banks was another of those people who I never heard speak ill of any one else and while he was not often in a position to help me with on the record information, he often led me in the right direction. Sometimes we just kept each other company at the yellow tape barricades at a crime scene.

Like Sgt. Bob, another of those who I truly missed after my beat moved me out of Flint.

It is my understanding that Officer Banks was contemplating retirement in the near future.

Rest in peace, my friend.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Sgt. Bob, thanks to a great source

"Who do you think I could ask about getting the front clip off that pick-up truck?," the man asked me on Dort Highway.

The question caught me off guard because I was covering a double fatal traffic accident during my first summer of night police reporting in Flint.

Not quite understanding the question, I asked the man again what he said. He repeated the question and added that he had been looking for the front end of that pick up truck for a long time to replace his damaged truck.

At the time he asked, one of the bodies was still squashed inside the car that had slammed into the back of the pick up truck. But, yes, the front of the truck was unscratched.

I suggested he wait for the tow truck (which was still hours away from being called) and follow it back to the storage yard.

The memory is clear because this was the accident I met a police sergeant that would become a longtime source of mine in the Flint Police Department. Not one of those "pssst, you didn't hear this from me" sources, but a guy who laid it on the line every time I asked a question.

At this same accident, I waited until it appeared the rush of activity, always present at a fatal wreck, was over and walked up to the police officer with the chevrons on his shirt. I extended my hand and introduced myself and he reciprocated.

What happened next was so unusual that I never forgot it. In dealing with police, one learns that it almost always takes time to build up a mutual trust and the expectations for getting a lot of information during those early encounters is low. At least it was for me.

I figured I would get a body count, a brief description of what happened and then a terse, call me later to get the names. After all, one of the victims was still wedged in one of the vehicles and the other victim had just arrived dead to the hospital.

"Any chance you could give me the age or cities where the victims are from?," I asked Sgt. Bob.

He looked right at me and then did something that he would do many times again, but that I wasn't prepared for during my first meeting with him. He handed me the two driver's licenses of the victims.

"Mr. Smith, take down their names, ages and cities, please don't use the addresses in the story and make sure I get them back before you leave," Sgt. Bob said. "Oh, and don't run those names until I call you later tonight and let you know I've reached their families. Give me your number."

So I scratched down the information (I wrote down the addresses so I could contact the families later, but I kept my word not to use the street addresses in the paper) and handed the licenses back. Three hours later, just before I was going off shift, my phone rang and Sgt. Bob called and said, "feel free to use their names, I've talked to their families."

Sometimes Sgt. Bob would hand me his notes as he worked at an accident scene, complete with a rough sketch of the wreck.

During my career, when other police administrators ran the other way when asked for a quote for some story my editors wanted, Sgt. Bob would volunteer a good quote and be willing to put his name on it.

Because he was honest, it often got him in trouble with his superiors, but he never held that against me. It wasn't just me either, Sgt. Bob was open to all the reporters at the Journal and treated them with an extraordinary openness.

Over the years, I would sit with Sgt. Bob and he talked to me about his family. One of his daughters was an airline pilot and he was incredibly proud of her. Sgt. Bob later rose through the ranks and because my beat changed we didn't cross paths much after 2001, but when we did see each other it was always fun reliving old times and crashes.

"Remember that Mustang that was torn in half over on Chevrolet Ave?," that kind of thing.

Those are the people and times I miss the most post-reporting. More on some other sources later. But where ever you are Sgt. Bob, thanks.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Opening at AnnArbor.com?

A former colleague of mine, one of those hired to write at the new AnnArbor.com is no longer listed as a staff writer on the site. So just three weeks into the venture, already a casualty.

Sounds like he might have landed on his feet with an Oakland County public relations firm. Good for him.

At the salaries they are paying folks at the A2.com there will be more of this as the economy recovers, which probably won't bother the suits who would prefer to hire cheap.

Anyway, good luck to my former colleague, his wife and child with the new job.

Flint Expats on the Journal's new blogging efforts

For your morning reading, this from Flint Expatriates on the current blogging efforts at the Flint Journal.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

A thunderstorm using hands only

A friend posted this on Facebook. The opening is really amazing. The choir uses its hands and body to simulate the sound of a thunderstorm. I love creative stuff like this.

Good stuff over on Inside Out

Three new posts over at Inside Out, all worth reading. One is about a former colleague, Chris, who has made the transition from reporter-editor to college journalism professor. Plenty of good links over there as well.

Monday, August 10, 2009

New Chicago Tribune online site.

Here's the new Chicago Tribune, Chicago Now website.