• The thinner blue line

    September 2, 2015
    Culture

    Last week, a Harris County, Texas, sheriff’s deputy was shot to death while putting gas in his squad car. On Tuesday, a Fox Lake, Ill., police lieutenant was shot to death by one of three suspects still sought by police as of this morning.

    By one online count, nine U.S. law enforcement officers have been killed the past nine days.

    That prompted this, reported by WAOW-TV in Wausau:

    “The whole law enforcement family, we all seem to take a hit every time one of these things happen,” said Chief Deputy Daniel Kontos of the Portage County Sheriff’s Office.

    Another officer killed is something that hits home for the chief deputy.

    “We are not a bunch of robots,” said Kontos. “We are human, we have families, we grieve just like everybody else. We get afraid.”

    Kontos took to the sheriff’s Facebook page to talk about the role of law enforcement. In a lengthy post, he writes “sometimes officers seem defensive, stand-offish, and wary of everyone around them.”

    He says it comes with the job, since they can be in harm’s way.

    “We need to protect ourselves, because if we don’t, something bad is going to happen to us,” said Kontos. “So these bad people can get at the victims, and we just can’t let that happen. We didn’t sign up to get shot or stabbed or run over, but that is always a possibility, and we’re always trying to guard against that.”

    He says officers aren’t perfect.

    “We hold ourselves at a pretty high standard, and we are accountable and if we make a mistake, we admit it and we take care of it and we move on,” said Kontos.

    He says even though Portage County is a safe community, law enforcement will always stand with people, and not against them.

    “I’m now a law enforcement officer here in this county because I want to protect our county, and I want to defend the way of life that we have and when my children grow up, and have their families,” said Kontos. “I want them to have a great place to live, so that’s why we do what we do here.”

    Kontos’ post includes these thoughts:

    Meanwhile, people are killing each other at unbelievable rates across this country, and we don’t even seem to care. There were 216 homicides in the first half of 2015, just in the City of Chicago alone. No one seems to care. Nine just last week. No one cares. Shootings, stabbings, and a strangulation. Nope, no one cares. No one except the families and friends of the victims, but they don’t seem to count. No one seems to care about them either.

    What ever happened to our humanity? What ever happened to the inherent value of human life?

    I have been wearing a uniform virtually every working day of my life since 1985, and here at the Sheriff’s Office since 1995. I’ve never seen it so bad in our country. We have become such a polarized nation, one side of just about every issue pitted against another side. Us against them. We matter, but they don’t. It makes me sad to see what we have devolved into. When we start to dehumanize the “opposition,” we devalue their existence, and their lives.

    How have we become such an upside down world where it has become insulting to say that all lives matter? Where high-profile politicians can flaunt the law, their oath, and their duty – and they are still defended by some. Where we stop actually thinking for ourselves, and allow others to tell us what is true and what we should think.

    The police are the latest victims of this sick and twisted mentality that is based on a lie. The lie is that there is wide spread racism in the hearts of law enforcement officers across the country. The lie is that something must be done to reign in an out of control criminal justice system, where cops are just looking for reasons to oppress minorities and kill with abandon. This false narrative is pushed by politicians, capitalized upon by race hustlers and the professional grievance industry, and amplified by a lazy national media. Remember the lie, “Hands up, don’t shoot?” A proven false allegation, but to some, the facts don’t matter – as long as it gives cover for what they want.

    Rather than make things better, these “leaders” have fomented an environment where it’s acceptable to fight the police. Where rioting, looting, arson, and assaults are acceptable forms of expression. Where everyone who can imagine some alleged slight now has license to hurt their fellow human being, and blame the real victim.

    Often times you see the police afraid of doing their job, as their “leaders” will capitalize upon the slightest perceived error, throwing them under the proverbial bus, rather than stand up for their communities and hold the lawless accountable. These “leaders” blame the cops for skyrocketing crime rates while handcuffing them at every turn. No wonder many cities are simply out of control. Again, no one seems to care.

    Who made these people “leaders” anyway? Not me. I reject their tactics, motives, and goals. …

    We are all human, and we all make mistakes. Believe me, I’ve made some doozies. Thank God I have known some very forgiving people. (Yes, I mentioned God. Get over it.) I think that this is why I have become a forgiving person myself. The police make mistakes too. Let’s not overplay this fact, and work to hold them accountable, just like anyone else. Yes, I said just like anyone else.

    And yes, we are also allowed to have differing points of view and different opinions. Respectful public discourse is one of the things that have made this nation great. The key is respect. Respect for your fellow human being, and respect for life. They go hand in hand.

    As you know, I covered the murder of a law enforcement officer, which remains perhaps the biggest story I’ve ever covered. It was one of those stories that gives you a professional thrill until you realize the human cost of your big professional thrill.

    One of the advantages of living in small towns is being able to know the police, because they’re your neighbors, they go to your church, they coach your kids in sports, and so on. It’s harder to be insular in small towns.

    One problem law enforcement has is that the bad cops stick out in some people’s minds. I know some people who are reflexively anti-law enforcement, sometimes for personal reasons, sometimes because of bad experiences they had with law enforcement. (The same could be said about journalism, which includes an additional parallel with law enforcement: All your mistakes are in public.)

    The police should not be blamed for bad laws, since the police has to enforce all the laws our elected officials pass, whether they are good laws or not. Even when police officers advocate for or against certain laws (for instance, in favor of gun control or against drug legalization), those laws still have to be enacted, and the police doesn’t create the law.

    The police also should not be blamed for certain people’s failure to follow easily understood laws, such as, not killing someone, not beating someone, and not stealing from someone. The sheriff where I live once said that 80 percent (I think that was the number) of people will have only one encounter with his department, and of the other 20 percent, 80 percent of them will have only two encounters with his department. As you can guess from that statement, most of who police deals with are, shall we say, repeat customers. Police officers get to see things you don’t want to see.

    I’m guessing readers don’t need to be told this, but I’ll write it anyway: The problems of racism and other evils of our society will not be solved by shooting police officers.

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  • Hillaryspin

    September 2, 2015
    US politics

    The Wisconsin State Journal ran a front-page story earlier this week (as did other newspapers, as you will read) that Hillary Clinton’s email arrangements didn’t violate federal law.

    James Taranto of the other WSJ (the superior Wall Street Journal) does the reporting those newspapers should have done, but didn’t:

    The USA Today opinion page scored a nice little coup [Monday], getting an op-ed by a donor to Hillary Clinton’s campaign who argues that “there has been no evidence of criminal conduct” by the inevitable Democratic presidential nominee.

    The piece, by lawyer Anne Tompkins, appears to be part of a didactic operation the Clinton campaign undertook in the last weeks of August. In an interview with the Puffington Host’s Sam Stein, published Aug. 21, communications director Jennifer Palmieri promised, in Stein’s paraphrase, “an end-of-summer effort to educate the public on the classification process for national security material.”

    That would be the process that, as we noted Aug. 20, Mrs. Clinton’s staffers and other defenders insist is too complicated for anyone, much less Mrs. Clinton, to understand. So when they say they’re going to “educate the public,” it’s a safe bet they mean “try to confuse the public.”

    Tompkins gives it her best shot, starting with an appeal to her own authority:

    As the former U.S. attorney for the Western District of North Carolina, I oversaw the prosecution of Gen. [David] Petraeus, and I can say, based on the known facts, this comparison has no merit. The key element that distinguishes Secretary Clinton’s email retention practices from Petraeus’ sharing of classified information is that Petraeus knowingly engaged in unlawful conduct, and that was the basis of his criminal liability. . . .

    The key element is that Petraeus’ conduct was done “knowingly.” That is, when he stored his journals containing “highly classified” information at his home, he did so knowingly. Petraeus knew at that time that there was classified information in the journals, and he knew they were stored improperly.

    In sharp contrast, [Mrs.] Clinton is not being investigated for knowingly sending or receiving classified materials improperly.

    She echoes a column from last week by David Ignatius of the Washington Post:

    Does Hillary Clinton have a serious legal problem because she may have transmitted classified information on her private e-mail server? After talking with a half-dozen knowledgeable lawyers, I think this “scandal” is overstated. Using the server was a self-inflicted wound by Clinton, but it’s not something a prosecutor would take to court.

    Ignatius quotes only one of these “knowledgeable lawyers” by name: Jeffrey Smith, whom he describes as “a former CIA general counsel who’s now a partner at Arnold & Porter.”

    In contrast with USA Today, which mentions Tompkins’s donation in her shirttail bio, “Ignatius and The Post failed to disclose that Smith served as a ‘close’ national security adviser for Hillary Clinton’s 2008 presidential campaign and that Smith has a history with the Clintons going back to at least President Bill Clinton’s election in 1992,” BlogressKristinn Taylor notes. (That history includes the CIA general counsel post, which he held in 1995-96.)

    Even Smith doesn’t exactly exonerate Mrs. Clinton:

    What happens in the real world of the State Department? Smith takes the hypothetical example of an assistant secretary who receives a classified cable from, say, Paris, about a meeting with the French foreign minister and wants quick guidance from the secretary. So he dashes off an e-mail—rather than sending a classified cable that would be seen by perhaps a dozen people.

    “Technically, he has taken classified information and put it onto an unclassified system,” Smith said. “It’s the same as picking up a telephone and talking about it. It’s not right. But the challenge of getting the secretary’s attention—getting guidance when you need it—is an inevitable human, bureaucratic imperative. Is it a crime? Technically, perhaps yes. But it would never be prosecuted.”

    Bumper-sticker suggestion: “Vote for Hillary. Her crimes are only technical.”

    Ignatius backs up Smith’s assertion with a quotation from an unnamed source:

    One former State Department official recalled the days when most embassies overseas had only a few phones authorized for secret communications. Rather than go to the executive office to make such a call, officers would use their regular phones, bypassing any truly sensitive details. “Did we cross red lines? No doubt. Did it put information at risk? Maybe. But, if you weren’t in Moscow or Beijing, you didn’t worry much,” this former official said.

    In fact, you worried enough not to tell this story except under cover of anonymity.

    “Back channels are used because the official ones are so encrusted by classification and bureaucracy,” Ignatius rationalizes. But there’s a crucial difference here: Mrs. Clinton had no front channel; the only way to reach her was through her private email server. As the Federalist’s Sean Davis notes:

    The nature of Hillary’s secret, off-books private e-mail scheme made it impossible for government authorities to mark as classified any information that originated on Hillary’s private server, since they had no access to it. In fact, one of the newly released e-mails shows that the agency’s IT department had no knowledge of her private e-mail address and server scheme.

    In anticipating this objection, Ignatius tries to have it both ways:

    First, experts say, there’s no legal difference whether Clinton and her aides passed sensitive information using her private server or the official “state.gov” account that many now argue should have been used. Neither system is authorized for transmitting classified information.

    He dwells on legal technicalities, and he also dismisses them, all in the interest of making Mrs. Clinton look innocent. He’s thinking like a defense lawyer, not a prosecutor or an investigator.

    Last night the Associated Press published its own version of the Tompkins op-ed, raising the excuse to the level of purportedly objective journalism. Here’s the lead paragraph:

    Experts in government secrecy law see almost no possibility of criminal action against Hillary Clinton or her top aides in connection with now-classified information sent over unsecure email while she was secretary of state, based on the public evidence thus far.

    That qualification “based on the public evidence thus far”—or, as Tompkins puts it, “based on the known facts”—renders the excuse vacuous. Mrs. Clinton is (at least informally) suspected of mishandling secret information, so of course any incriminating details would not be publicly known.

    There is, however, suggestive evidence. The Federalist’s Davis notes that some of the emails released last night by the State Department have redactions that indicate the information Mrs. Clinton sent and received was classified at the time it originated. A Fox News report puts the total number of classified emails in the dump at 125. Among the recipients of classified information from the secretary, Davis notes: “Sidney Blumenthal, a shady former Clinton White House operative who the Obama White House banned from federal employment.”

    The AP, meanwhile—and in contrast with Tompkins and Ignatius—turns out not to be committed to Mrs. Clinton’s innocence. Deep in the same dispatch we find this:

    Arguing that violations are common isn’t a valid defense for ordinary government employees, said Bradley Moss, a lawyer who often represents such people. They face discipline “all the time, in far more nuanced disputes than this,” he said.

    Ed Morrissey expands on the point in the Fiscal Times:

    Those with much lower profiles have done prison time for violations, in cases much less elaborate and deliberate than the secret server Hillary Clinton used to avoid legitimate and constitutional oversight by Congress and the courts. Others simply suspected of it have lost their clearances and their ability to be employed in responsible government or contractor jobs—a consequence that still has not been felt by Clinton or her aides that transmitted classified material through an unsecured and unauthorized system.

    The commentary and coverage of the Hillary Clinton e-mail scandal mainly glosses over these concerns in favor of the daily up and down of campaign coverage. It puts the US media environment in the curious position of suggesting that there is less accountability for violators the higher rank they have.

    Well, Richard Nixon once said, “When the president does it, that means that it is not illegal.” But Mrs. Clinton isn’t the president—at least not yet.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 2

    September 2, 2015
    Music

    Britain’s number one single today in 1972:

    On the same day, the Erie Canal Soda Pop Festival was held on Bull Island in the Wabash River between Illinois and Indiana. The festival attracted four times the projected number of fans, three fans drowned in the Wabash River, and the remaining crowd ended the festival by burning down the stage:

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  • The evil that men do

    September 1, 2015
    Culture, US politics

    David McElroy admits he doesn’t like guns …

    But as much as I dislike guns, I’m absolutely opposed to efforts that would ban them or limit access to them. Why?

    The murders of two Virginia journalists this week on live television has once again stoked the fires of those who want to ban guns or place strong restrictions on who can have them. Those people say we have a gun problem, but I strongly disagree. We have a “human problem.” We have a problem with human beings who have evil in their hearts and minds — and who are determined to hurt people they dislike.

    Banning guns wouldn’t solve that problem — and banning guns would create a long-term problem far worse than the one it would allegedly solve.

    Progressives who want to ban or limit guns are just as irrational and emotional as the many conservatives who want to ban or limit recreational drugs. In both cases, the position is taken for strongly emotional reasons and the person holding the belief has to ignore the evidence that his “solution” is worse than the problem it attempts to solve.

    There are roughly 30,000 deaths related to guns in this country each year, according to statistics I’ve read. I can’t vouch for the accuracy of the numbers, but I’m willing to accept them. There are roughly 35,000 deaths from car accidents each year. The number of deaths from the two categories are roughly similar, but we don’t have people piously talking about our “car problem” in the same way that people talk about our “gun problem.” Why is that?

    Nobody wants to ban cars or limit who can drive them because everyone understands the tradeoffs involved. We all hate the deaths that result from road accidents, but we don’t yet know of a practical way to stop all these deaths without also eliminating the benefit we all enjoy of having access to quick, simple transportation. Since almost everybody understands why we need this transportation — except radicals who want to force mass transit on everyone — the tradeoff is accepted as necessary.

    With guns, though, those who want to ban guns don’t see any tradeoff. They see only the downside.

    Some people try to make the case for guns by arguing that they’re worth allowing for hunting and self-defense against criminals. If that were the only positive to be had from guns, the case for banning them would seem much stronger to me. But even if we completely ignore the benefits that many people get from hunting and from defending themselves from criminals, there’s a far more important and more fundamental reason they need to remain legal and widely available.

    Ownership of weapons is the last line of defense against tyrannical governments.

    Early Americans didn’t value gun ownership so strongly just because they valued hunting and they wanted to shoot potential thieves. They valued the right to own weapons because they realized that widespread ownership of guns was the key to the revolution they had just fought. If colonists of their day had been unarmed — or had lived wth the sort of draconian restrictions favored by some today — they would never have stood a chance against the British army when they decided to revolt.

    As much as I dislike guns, they’re the ultimate check against any government. As long as enough people own guns — and those people are united in their opposition to government coercion — they have a chance of fighting back. The elites have to fear an armed populace, because the peasants might revolt if pushed too far. …

    First, people who want to kill someone are going to find other ways of killing. Evil will remain in the hearts and minds of human beings, now and forever as long as this world exists. Those who want to kill are going to kill. They can make fertilizer bombs. They can stab people. They can mix up various other chemicals. They can poison food and water. Human ingenuity in finding ways to kill seems almost limitless. I think it’s irrational to believe that most of the 30,000 current gun deaths would be eliminated if guns were banned. (Almost two thirds of gun deaths each year are suicides. A person who is determined to die can easily switch to another method.)

    Second, I don’t trust governments to have a monopoly on force. As much as I dislike the idea of “the people” as a broad collective entity, the simple truth is that an armed population is harder to control against its will.

    The idea of eliminating guns seems superficially desirable. It sounds nice to think that criminals would no longer have access to weapons and violent inner cities would become bastions of peace and stability. It’s a nice thing to imagine that the murdered journalists this week might still be alive or that people murdered in schools or theaters didn’t have to die.

    Emotionally, it sounds great, but it doesn’t stand up to the light of reason.

    I don’t like guns. They scare me. I’d rather live in a world where nobody commits violence against others, whether with guns or any other weapon. But in the real world where we do live, there is a simple tradeoff involved. Guns provide a strong benefit that can’t be provided any other way. Banning guns — and handing a monopoly on force to politicians and the thugs who work for them — is far worse than the problem of the deaths which occur each year.

    I dislike guns, but I dislike the alternative far worse.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 1

    September 1, 2015
    Music

    The number one song today in 1962:

    The number one song today in 1984 announced quite a comeback:

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  • The “nonpartisan” non-accountable board

    August 31, 2015
    media, Wisconsin politics

    The Wall Street Journal:

    Wisconsin’s Supreme Court shut down the John Doe investigation of conservative groups in July, but it turns out the probe was even worse than the judges knew. Documents filed at the state Supreme Court opposing Special Prosecutor Francis Schmitz’s motion to reconsider show that partisan motives ran through those who conducted their operations in secret while using gag orders to silence targets.

    Wisconsin’s Government Accountability Board (GAB) regulates elections. Emails we’ve seen show that GAB staff, including Director Kevin Kennedy, worked with Mr. Schmitz and the Milwaukee Democratic District Attorney’s office to subpoena and intimidate the major conservative players in Wisconsin politics. The investigation coalesced around the controversy over Governor Scott Walker’s union reforms and pushed the liberal agenda to limit political speech.

    In an email to Mr. Schmitz on Nov. 27, 2013, GAB staff counsel Shane Falk encouraged the special prosecutor to keep up the good work and “stay strong” in his pursuit of conservative nonprofit groups and allies of Mr. Walker. “Remember, in brief, this was a bastardization of politics and our state is being run by corporations and billionaires,” Mr. Falk wrote. “That isn’t democracy to say the least, but due to how they do this dark money, the populace never gets to know.”

    “The cynic in me says the sheeple would still follow the propaganda even if they knew,” Mr. Falk continued, “but at least it would all be out there so that the influences on our politicians is clearly known.” By “the sheeple” Mr. Falk means Wisconsin voters.

    In June 2014, Mr. Schmitz’s attorney, Randall Crocker, issued a statement saying that Governor Walker was not a target of the investigation into campaign finance coordination. “You just lied to the press,” Mr. Falk wrote in an email to Mr. Schmitz, copying Mr. Kennedy, others at the GAB and Milwaukee DA John Chisholm. “See the attached ‘target’ sheets from our search warrant and subpoena meeting. I see ‘SW’ right up there near the top on Page 1. Is there someone else that has those initials?”

    The Doe team was also apparently concerned that exonerating Mr. Walker as a target might have an effect on the election or damage the chances of 2014 Democratic nominee for Governor Mary Burke. “If you didn’t want this to have an effect on the election, better check Burke’s new ad,” Mr. Falk continued, “Now you will be calling her a liar. This is a no win.”

    Was Mr. Falk reprimanded for his obviously partisan motives? Apparently not. When Mr. Falk left the GAB last year, Mr. Kennedy sang his praises in a departure memo posted on the GAB’s website, saying he “exemplifies all that is great about the people who work at the Government Accountability Board” and that his contributions “have been critical to steering us through some extraordinarily challenging times.” Messrs. Falk and Kennedy did not respond to requests for comment.

    We also know that GAB staff counsel Nathan Judnic marched against Mr. Walker’s Act 10 reforms and wrote on Twitter that the state should “Stand in solidarity. Kill the bill. Support public employees and their right to bargain.”

    Democrats trying to salvage the GAB’s reputation have pointed to a recent audit by the state’s Legislative Audit Bureau that raised no major concerns about GAB’s handling of ethics or campaign-finance complaints. One problem: The John Doe process was outside the scope of the audit. Mr. Kennedy put out a statement saying that the audit “puts to rest any questions as to whether the six Board Members exercise independent judgment when they make decisions about complaints, investigations and penalties.”

    The six board members? What about the staff? Mr. Kennedy says the GAB is a nonpartisan agency, but the GAB was an active partner in the Doe, and there was nothing nonpartisan about that.

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  • Presty the DJ for Aug. 31

    August 31, 2015
    Music

    Today in 1955, a London judge fined a man for “creating an abominable noise” — playing this song loud enough to make the neighborhood shake, rattle and roll for 2½ hours:

    Today in 1968, Private Eye magazine reported that the album to be released by John Lennon and Yoko Ono would save money by providing no wardrobe for Lennon or Ono:

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  • Presty the DJ for Aug. 30

    August 30, 2015
    Music

    Today in 1959, Bertolt Brecht‘s “Threepenny Opera” reached the U.S. charts in a way Brecht could not have fathomed:

    T0day in 1968, Apple Records released its first single by — surprise! — the Beatles:

    Today in 1969, this spent three weeks on top of the British charts, on top of six weeks on top of the U.S. charts, making them perhaps the ultimate one-number-one-hit-wonder:

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  • Presty the DJ for Aug. 29

    August 29, 2015
    Music

    Today in 1966, the Beatles played their last concert for which tickets were charged, at Candlestick Park in San Francisco.

    Today in 1970, Edwin Starr was at number one on both sides of the Atlantic:

    Britain’s number one album today in 1981:

    The number one song today in 1982:

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  • See the USA in your (photographed and airbrushed) Chevrolet …

    August 28, 2015
    History, media, Wheels

    The first thing I remember really, really, really, really, really wanting to do was to drive.

    If you are not remotely close to legal driving age (or you don’t live in a farm family so you can drive vehicles on the farm), how can you deal with that desire? There were, and perhaps still are, two ways. One is by buying and/or reading every car magazine you can get your hands on, from Motor Trend (a magazine famously known for never negatively reviewing a car, perhaps due to advertising revenue reasons) to Hot Rod (cars improved by fat wheels and tires, worked-upon engines, and paint schemes no manufacturer will sell you) to Car Craft (fast cars with a dollop of snark).

    The other way in my case was to visit car dealers and take, then read, car catalogs. (Which, my mother would then add, would pile up in my room.) Car catalogs can be worth amazing sums of money now based on the rarity of the car and the catalog. (Unless said catalog included checkmarks and circles from the original reader as to what he would order, which greatly diminish the value of the catalog. I would go through and see what I had to get if I got, for instance, air conditioning, back in the days when car A/C was rare, and darn it to heck if I couldn’t get the biggest engine with a manual transmission.)

    Before I left home, my parents may have grabbed these to make their auto purchases:

    The first car of theirs I remember was a 1966 Chevy Nova wagon, in dark red. That was followed by …

    … a 1969 Chevy Nomad wagon. It was LeMans blue, and it had the 350 V-8, Powerglide two-speed automatic transmission, power steering and brakes, roof rack, and power tailgate. The dealer-installed accessory presumably not included in the catalog was clear plastic dimpled seat covers for cleanup of the messes the back-seat occupants might generate. (You’ll notice the lack of the words “air conditioning” before now in this paragraph. Said seat covers could get infernally hot, at least to a four-year-old’s definition.)

    The Nomad was augmented by their first second car, a 1965 Chevy Bel Air sedan, purchased six years old. (That’s why it’s not pictured here — a point I will get to eventually.) Two years later came their first new second car …

    … a 1973 AMC Javelin, dark brown with a gold side stripe that started cracking about 32 seconds after the car left the dealership. This car had a 304 V-8, automatic, and power steering but not power brakes. (Nor did it have a parking brake indicator, which resulted in an interesting moment when someone tried to drive off with the parking brake.) This was the first car I drove.

    The aforementioned Nomad was replaced by …

    … our 1975 Chevy Caprice Classic coupe, the 18-foot-long two-door sedan, dark red with dark red full (not landau) vinyl roof and a red interior, with room for as many people as we ever wanted to fit in it, and all their stuff in the trunk.

    A few years later, my parents saw their oldest son’s age nearing the magic 16, concluded that another car might be needed, and purchased …

    … a 1981 Chevy Malibu Classic sedan, black with a black vinyl roof. This was for its day a good looking car. And that is the only good thing you could say about it, other than the fact that I passed my driver’s license test in it … the second time I took the test. Before that, the neighbor’s bratty little kid’s throwing rocks at it and chipping the paint was the first tipoff that the ownership experience was going to be less than satisfactory. (“Malibu” apparently is a French word meaning “lemon.”)

    Upon having a fourth driver in the house, my mother apparently decided she needed a car more often than her oldest son was willing to part with the Caprice, so she bought …

    … a 1985 Chevy Camaro, in bright red. The only problem I noticed with the Camaro was my trying to get in and out of it — to get out required me to put my hand on the ground to brace myself for exit. I am pretty sure no one ever sat in the back seat. Otherwise, it looked close enough to Thomas Magnum’s Ferrari that I once borrowed it to go someplace wearing a Hawaiian-like shirt. (Well, Tom Selleck and I are both 6-foot-4, and we have mustaches.)

    Then I left home and took the Caprice with me. After paying for alarming (to me anyway) repair bills for the 14-year-old Caprice (in addition to paying for gas for a car that got, by then, 11 to 16 mpg in the hideous days of $1.30 a gallon gasoline), I decided to buy my first car, a 1988 Chevy Beretta. That car replaced the repair-bill experience with the car-payment and repair-bill experience. (Apparently “Beretta” is the Italian synonym for “Malibu.”)

    After two years, thanks to the marvel of 2.9-percent financing, I bought my first new car …

    … a 1991 Ford Escort GT, a car that, as you see, had its own special catalog. Which is how I noticed the car in the first place, because of the Cayman Green Metallic paint. (That was at a dealership that was so uninterested in selling me a car that I bought it from another Ford dealer.)

    The Escort lasted seven years and 127,000 miles, but we needed more room and the car was starting to fall apart, so it was replaced by …

    … a 1998 Subaru Outback, on which we put 228,000 miles.

    Car catalogs showed off the vehicle in perfect condition, unmaligned by such realities of life as dirty rain, bird droppings, road salt, or leaks of brown (oil), red (transmission fluid), green (antifreeze) or whatever else. In fact, creative art designers would make the car look better in print — catalogs or print ads …

    … than it existed even in showroom condition.

    Car catalogs also showed the drivers and passengers just short of ecstatic about their ownership experience, which is a damned lie based on the reliability of cars of the ’70s and ’80s.

    Not to mention, obviously, comfortably well off. These are classic examples of the mastery theme of advertising I learned in journalism class in high school — buy this car, and your life will be so much better.

    (The corollary to car catalogs, by the way, was owner’s manuals, which I would borrow and read more religiously than the car owners. But that is a subject for another week.)

    For whatever reason, car dealers let me waltz in and grab what I wanted, even when I was all of 10 years old. I was even able to grab catalogs for vehicles I was unlikely to drive at any point, let alone when I reached driving age. For instance …

    (Actually, I have driven trucks this size. Moving trucks. Based on past experience, I suggest the biggest International moving truck you can legally drive. The International DT466 diesel moves the truck surprisingly well, in sharp contrast to the similar Isuzu diesel, which is a dog.)

    As I was writing this it occurred to me that my best friend growing up was the son of a salesman of International trucks, back when International sold pickup trucks and four-wheel-drive Scouts and Travelalls.

    He never gave me one of these, though.

    No discussion of car catalogs that involves me would be complete without, of course …

    … the Corvette, whose catalogs I was able to get even though the car dealers from which I got these catalogs probably sold zero of them. It was, I believe, with the introduction of the C4 Corvette that Chevy dealers started charging for Corvette catalogs — $6 sticks in my mind for some reason. So I stopped getting them up until I got into the business magazine world, where I discovered that the car manufacturers would send you catalogs by request, including of the Corvette. I also got, even better, press kits, including the breathtaking announcement of the newest Chevy Impala and its revolutionary new design feature … an ignition switch on the dashboard, last seen in 1968.

    Car dealers still have car catalogs, though more information — including the opportunity to order what you want, and have the dealer find one, and a sales representative contact you — is available online. When I go to the Iola Old Car Show, I still look at the old catalogs, though, and I even own a couple, including:

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The thoughts of a journalist/libertarian–conservative/Christian husband, father, Eagle Scout and aficionado of obscure rock music. Thoughts herein are only the author’s and not necessarily the opinions of his family, friends, neighbors, church members or past, present or future employers.

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    • About, or, Who is this man?
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    • Adventures in ruralu0026nbsp;inkBack in June 2009, I was driving somewhere through a rural area. And for some reason, I had a flashback to two experiences in my career about that time of year many years ago. In 1988, eight days after graduating from the University of Wisconsin, I started work at the Grant County Herald Independent in Lancaster as a — well, the — reporter. Four years after that, on my 27th birthday, I purchased, with a business partner, the Tri-County Press in Cuba City, my first business venture. Both were experiences about which Wisconsin author Michael Perry might write. I thought about all this after reading a novel, The Deadline, written by a former newspaper editor and publisher. (Now who would write a novel about a weekly newspaper?) As a former newspaper owner, I picked at some of it — why finance a newspaper purchase through the bank if the seller is willing to finance it? Because the mean bank lender is a plot point! — and it is much more interesting than reality, but it is very well written, with a nicely twisting plot, and quite entertaining, again more so than reality. There is something about that first job out of college that makes you remember it perhaps more…
    • Adventures in radioI’ve been in the full-time work world half my life. For that same amount of time I’ve been broadcasting sports as a side interest, something I had wanted to since I started listening to games on radio and watching on TV, and then actually attending games. If you ask someone who’s worked in radio for some time about the late ’70s TV series “WKRP in Cincinnati,” most of them will tell you that, if anything, the series understated how wacky working in radio can be. Perhaps the funniest episode in the history of TV is the “WKRP” episode, based on a true story, about the fictional radio station’s Thanksgiving promotion — throwing live turkeys out of a helicopter under the mistaken belief that, in the words of WKRP owner Arthur Carlson, “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST01bZJPuE0] I’ve never been involved in anything like that. I have announced games from the roofs of press boxes (once on a nice day, and once in 50-mph winds), from a Mississippi River bluff (more on that later), and from the front row of the second balcony of the University of Wisconsin Fieldhouse (great view, but not a place to go if…
    • “Good morning/afternoon/evening, ________ fans …”
    • My biggest storyEarlier this week, while looking for something else, I came upon some of my own work. (I’m going to write a blog someday called “Things I Found While Looking for Something Else.” This is not that blog.) The Grant County Sheriff’s Department, in the county where I used to live, has a tribute page to the two officers in county history who died in the line of duty. One is William Loud, a deputy marshal in Cassville, shot to death by two bank robbers in 1912. The other is Tom Reuter, a Grant County deputy sheriff who was shot to death at the end of his 4 p.m.-to-midnight shift March 18, 1990. Gregory Coulthard, then a 19-year-old farmhand, was convicted of first-degree intentional homicide and is serving a life sentence, with his first eligibility for parole on March 18, 2015, just 3½ years from now. I’ve written a lot over the years. I think this, from my first two years in the full-time journalism world, will go down as the story I remember the most. For journalists, big stories contain a paradox, which was pointed out in CBS-TV’s interview of Andy Rooney on his last “60 Minutes” Sunday. Morley Safer said something along the line…
  • Food and drink
    • The Roesch/Prestegard familyu0026nbsp;cookbookFrom the family cookbook(s) All the families I’m associated with love to eat, so it’s a good thing we enjoy cooking. The first out-of-my-house food memory I have is of my grandmother’s cooking for Christmas or other family occasions. According to my mother, my grandmother had a baked beans recipe that she would make for my mother. Unfortunately, the recipe seems to have  disappeared. Also unfortunately, my early days as a picky, though voluminous, eater meant I missed a lot of those recipes made from such wholesome ingredients as lard and meat fat. I particularly remember a couple of meals that involve my family. The day of Super Bowl XXXI, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and a group of their friends got together to share lots of food and cheer on the Packers to their first NFL title in 29 years. (After which Jannan and I drove to Lambeau Field in the snow,  but that’s another story.) Then, on Dec. 31, 1999, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and Jannan and I (along with Michael in utero) had a one-course-per-hour meal to appropriately end years beginning with the number 1. Unfortunately I can’t remember what we…
    • SkålI was the editor of Marketplace Magazine for 10 years. If I had to point to one thing that demonstrates improved quality of life since I came to Northeast Wisconsin in 1994, it would be … … the growth of breweries and  wineries in Northeast Wisconsin. The former of those two facts makes sense, given our heritage as a brewing state. The latter is less self-evident, since no one thinks of Wisconsin as having a good grape-growing climate. Some snobs claim that apple or cherry wines aren’t really wines at all. But one of the great facets of free enterprise is the opportunity to make your own choice of what food and drink to drink. (At least for now, though some wish to restrict our food and drink choices.) Wisconsin’s historically predominant ethnic group (and our family’s) is German. Our German ancestors did unfortunately bring large government and high taxes with them, but they also brought beer. Europeans brought wine with them, since they came from countries with poor-quality drinking water. Within 50 years of a wave of mid-19th-century German immigration, brewing had become the fifth largest industry in the U.S., according to Maureen Ogle, author of Ambitious Brew: The Story of American Beer. Beer and wine have…
  • Wheels
    • America’s sports carMy birthday in June dawned without a Chevrolet Corvette in front of my house. (The Corvette at the top of the page was featured at the 2007 Greater Milwaukee Auto Show. The copilot is my oldest son, Michael.) Which isn’t surprising. I have three young children, and I have a house with a one-car garage. (Then again, this would be more practical, though a blatant pluck-your-eyes-out violation of the Corvette ethos. Of course, so was this.) The reality is that I’m likely to be able to own a Corvette only if I get a visit from the Corvette Fairy, whose office is next door to the Easter Bunny. (I hope this isn’t foreshadowing: When I interviewed Dave Richter of Valley Corvette for a car enthusiast story in the late great Marketplace Magazine, he said that the most popular Corvette in most fans’ minds was a Corvette built during their days in high school. This would be a problem for me in that I graduated from high school in 1983, when no Corvette was built.) The Corvette is one of those cars whose existence may be difficult to understand within General Motors Corp. The Corvette is what is known as a “halo car,” a car that drives people into showrooms, even if…
    • Barges on fouru0026nbsp;wheelsI originally wrote this in September 2008.  At the Fox Cities Business Expo Tuesday, a Smart car was displayed at the United Way Fox Cities booth. I reported that I once owned a car into which trunk, I believe, the Smart could be placed, with the trunk lid shut. This is said car — a 1975 Chevrolet Caprice coupe (ours was dark red), whose doors are, I believe, longer than the entire Smart. The Caprice, built down Interstate 90 from us Madisonians in Janesville (a neighbor of ours who worked at the plant probably helped put it together) was the flagship of Chevy’s full-size fleet (which included the stripper Bel Air and middle-of-the-road Impala), featuring popular-for-the-time vinyl roofs, better sound insulation, an upgraded cloth interior, rear fender skirts and fancy Caprice badges. The Caprice was 18 feet 1 inch long and weighed 4,300 pounds. For comparison: The midsize Chevrolet of the ear was the Malibu, which was the same approximate size as the Caprice after its 1977 downsizing. The compact Chevrolet of the era was the Nova, which was 200 inches long — four inches longer than a current Cadillac STS. Wikipedia’s entry on the Caprice has this amusing sentence: “As fuel economy became a bigger priority among Americans…
    • Behind the wheel
    • Collecting only dust or rust
    • Coooooooooooupe!
    • Corvettes on the screen
    • The garage of misfit cars
    • 100 years (and one day) of our Chevrolets
    • They built Excitement, sort of, once in a while
    • A wagon by any otheru0026nbsp;nameFirst written in 2008. You will see more don’t-call-them-station-wagons as you drive today. Readers around my age have probably had some experience with a vehicle increasingly rare on the road — the station wagon. If you were a Boy Scout or Girl Scout, or were a member of some kind of youth athletic team, or had a large dog, or had relatives approximately your age, or had friends who needed to be transported somewhere, or had parents who occasionally had to haul (either in the back or in a trailer) more than what could be fit inside a car trunk, you (or, actually, your parents) were the target demographic for the station wagon. “Station wagons came to be like covered wagons — so much family activity happened in those cars,” said Tim Cleary, president of the American Station Wagon Owners Association, in Country Living magazine. Wagons “were used for everything from daily runs to the grocery store to long summer driving trips, and while many men and women might have wanted a fancier or sportier car, a station wagon was something they knew they needed for the family.” The “station wagon” originally was a vehicle with a covered seating area to take people between train stations…
    • Wheels on theu0026nbsp;screenBetween my former and current blogs, I wrote a lot about automobiles and TV and movies. Think of this post as killing two birds (Thunderbirds? Firebirds? Skylarks?) with one stone. Most movies and TV series view cars the same way most people view cars — as A-to-B transportation. (That’s not counting the movies or series where the car is the plot, like the haunted “Christine” or “Knight Rider” or the “Back to the Future” movies.) The philosophy here, of course, is that cars are not merely A-to-B transportation. Which disqualifies most police shows from what you’re about to read, even though I’ve watched more police video than anything else, because police cars are plain Jane vehicles. The highlight in a sense is in the beginning: The car chase in my favorite movie, “Bullitt,” featuring Steve McQueen’s 1968 Ford Mustang against the bad guys’ 1968 Dodge Charger: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMc2RdFuOxIu0026amp;fmt=18] One year before that (but I didn’t see this until we got Telemundo on cable a couple of years ago) was a movie called “Operación 67,” featuring (I kid you not) a masked professional wrestler, his unmasked sidekick, and some sort of secret agent plot. (Since I don’t know Spanish and it’s not…
    • While riding in my Cadillac …
  • Entertainments
    • Brass rocksThose who read my former blog last year at this time, or have read this blog over the past months, know that I am a big fan of the rock group Chicago. (Back when they were a rock group and not a singer of sappy ballads, that is.) Since rock music began from elements of country music, jazz and the blues, brass rock would seem a natural subgenre of rock music. A lot of ’50s musical acts had saxophone players, and some played with full orchestras … [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CPS-WuUKUE] … but it wasn’t until the more-or-less simultaneous appearances of Chicago and Blood Sweat u0026amp; Tears on the musical scene (both groups formed in 1967, both had their first charting singles in 1969, and they had the same producer) that the usual guitar/bass/keyboard/drum grouping was augmented by one or more trumpets, a sax player and a trombone player. While Chicago is my favorite group (but you knew that already), the first brass rock song I remember hearing was BSu0026amp;T’s “Spinning Wheel” — not in its original form, but on “Sesame Street,” accompanied by, yes, a giant spinning wheel. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi9sLkyhhlE] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxWSOuNsN20] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9U34uPjz-g] I remember liking Chicago’s “Just You ‘n Me” when it was released as a single, and…
    • Drive and Eat au0026nbsp;RockThe first UW home football game of each season also is the opener for the University of Wisconsin Marching Band, the world’s finest college marching band. (How the UW Band has not gotten the Sudler Trophy, which is to honor the country’s premier college marching bands, is beyond my comprehension.) I know this because I am an alumnus of the UW Band. I played five years (in the last rank of the band, Rank 25, motto: “Where Men Are Tall and Run-On Is Short”), marching in 39 football games at Camp Randall Stadium, the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome in Minneapolis, Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor, Memorial Stadium at the University of Illinois (worst artificial turf I had ever seen), the University of Nevada–Las Vegas’ Sam Boyd Silver Bowl, the former Dyche Stadium at Northwestern University, five high school fields and, in my one bowl game, Legion Field in Birmingham, Ala., site of the 1984 Hall of Fame Bowl. The UW Band was, without question, the most memorable experience of my college days, and one of the most meaningful experiences of my lifetime. It was the most physical experience of my lifetime, to be sure. Fifteen minutes into my first Registration…
    • Keep on rockin’ in the freeu0026nbsp;worldOne of my first ambitions in communications was to be a radio disc jockey, and to possibly reach the level of the greats I used to listen to from WLS radio in Chicago, which used to be one of the great 50,000-watt AM rock stations of the country, back when they still existed. (Those who are aficionados of that time in music and radio history enjoyed a trip to that wayback machine when WLS a Memorial Day Big 89 Rewind, excerpts of which can be found on their Web site.) My vision was to be WLS’ afternoon DJ, playing the best in rock music between 2 and 6, which meant I wouldn’t have to get up before the crack of dawn to do the morning show, yet have my nights free to do whatever glamorous things big-city DJs did. Then I learned about the realities of radio — low pay, long hours, zero job security — and though I have dabbled in radio sports, I’ve pretty much cured myself of the idea of working in radio, even if, to quote WAPL’s Len Nelson, “You come to work every day just like everybody else does, but we’re playing rock ’n’ roll songs, we’re cuttin’ up.…
    • Monday on the flight line, not Saturday in the park
    • Music to drive by
    • The rock ofu0026nbsp;WisconsinWikipedia begins its item “Music of Wisconsin” thusly: Wisconsin was settled largely by European immigrants in the late 19th century. This immigration led to the popularization of galops, schottisches, waltzes, and, especially, polkas. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yl7wCczgNUc] So when I first sought to write a blog piece about rock musicians from Wisconsin, that seemed like a forlorn venture. Turned out it wasn’t, because when I first wrote about rock musicians from Wisconsin, so many of them that I hadn’t mentioned came up in the first few days that I had to write a second blog entry fixing the omissions of the first. This list is about rock music, so it will not include, for instance, Milwaukee native and Ripon College graduate Al Jarreau, who in addition to having recorded a boatload of music for the jazz and adult contemporary/easy listening fan, also recorded the theme music for the ’80s TV series “Moonlighting.” Nor will it include Milwaukee native Eric Benet, who was for a while known more for his former wife, Halle Berry, than for his music, which includes four number one singles on the Ru0026amp;B charts, “Spend My Life with You” with Tamia, “Hurricane,” “Pretty Baby” and “You’re the Only One.” Nor will it include Wisconsin’s sizable contributions to big…
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    • “Super Steve, Man of Action!”
    • Too much TV
    • The worst music of allu0026nbsp;timeThe rock group Jefferson Airplane titled its first greatest-hits compilation “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane.” Rolling Stone magazine was not being ironic when it polled its readers to decide the 10 worst songs of the 1990s. I’m not sure I agree with all of Rolling Stone’s list, but that shouldn’t be surprising; such lists are meant for debate, after all. To determine the “worst,” songs appropriate for the “Vinyl from Hell” segment that used to be on a Madison FM rock station, requires some criteria, which does not include mere overexposure (for instance, “Macarena,” the video of which I find amusing since it looks like two bankers are singing it). Before we go on: Blog posts like this one require multimedia, so if you find a song you hate on this blog, I apologize. These are also songs that I almost never listen to because my sound system has a zero-tolerance policy — if I’m listening to the radio or a CD and I hear a song I don’t like, it’s, to quote Bad Company, gone gone gone. My blonde wife won’t be happy to read that one of her favorite ’90s songs, 4 Non Blondes’ “What’s Up,” starts the list. (However,…
    • “You have the right to remain silent …”
  • Madison
    • Blasts from the Madison media past
    • Blasts from my Madison past
    • Blasts from our Madison past
    • What’s the matter with Madison?
    • Wisconsin – Madison = ?
  • Sports
    • Athletic aesthetics, or “cardinal” vs. “Big Red”
    • Choose your own announcer
    • La Follette state 1982 (u0022It was 30 years ago todayu0022)
    • The North Dakota–Wisconsin Hockey Fight of 1982
    • Packers vs. Brewers
  • Hall of Fame
    • The case(s) against teacher unions
    • The Class of 1983
    • A hairy subject, or face the face
    • It’s worse than you think
    • It’s worse than you think, 2010–11 edition
    • My favorite interview subject of all time
    • Oh look! Rural people!
    • Prestegard for president!
    • Unions vs. the facts, or Hiding in plain sight
    • When rhetoric goes too far
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