• End of watch

    September 9, 2015
    History, media

    The Los Angeles Times reports this sad news:

    He was not Joe Friday. But Pete Malloy of “Adam-12” fame stands up as one of the Los Angeles Police Department’s most beloved TV cops. The actor who played him, Martin Milner, died Sunday at 83.

    More from the Times:

    The red-haired, freckle-faced Milner had more than a dozen years of work in films and television behind him in 1960 when he began plying the highways and byways of America on “Route 66,” portraying Yale dropout Tod Stiles opposite George Maharis’ streetwise New Yorker Buz Murdock.

    The hourlong dramatic series on CBS, in which the two young men became involved in the problems of the people they met as they crisscrossed the country and worked a variety of jobs, was shot on location.

    “We didn’t pretend to be on 66 either,” Milner told the Chicago Tribune in 1992. “We always said where we were. If we were in Vermont or in Texas, the audience knew it.”

    Weather dictated where they’d film the show.

    “We’d start late in the summer in the north, say in Cleveland, or in New England,” recalled Milner. “Then we’d go south as the winter came, so we’d be warmer.”

    The series was called “Route 66,” Milner said, because that highway had become symbolic of American wandering and of the “search for a new life.”

    A director on the series once described Milner as having a “sunny personality,” as opposed to Maharis’ “glowering sex appeal.”

    Sex appeal clearly gave the dark-haired Maharis the edge over Milner in terms of youthful fan appeal: On a good month, according to a 1963 TV Guide story, Maharis’ fan mail reached 5,000 letters, compared to Milner’s average of about 1,800.

    Sterling Silliphant, the series’ co-creator who wrote the majority of the scripts, told the magazine that “the teenagers are crazy about [Maharis], but he bores their parents stiff. He’s too primitive. The adults like Marty because he’s a gentleman. They only tolerate George because Marty seems to like him.”

    Milner, whose wife and children often traveled with him on location, reportedly had an evolving off-camera relationship with his Corvette sidekick.

    “Maharis and I got along fine — until I found out he didn’t like me,” Milner told TV Guide after Maharis exited the series after a bout with infectious hepatitis and an ensuing battle with the show’s producers, whom he complained overworked him so much after he returned to the show that he had a relapse.

    Glenn Corbett took over as Milner’s new traveling companion — as returning Vietnam War veteran Linc Case — in 1963 and remained with the show until it ended in 1964. …

    He returned to series television in 1968 as Officer Pete Malloy in “Adam-12,” the Jack Webb-produced half-hour NBC police drama co-starring Kent McCord as Officer Jim Reed.

    The series, which focused on the daily routine of two uniformed LAPD officers assigned to patrol-car duty, ran until 1975.

    “People said, ‘It looks like you guys like each other.’ We got this repeatedly,” McCord told The Times Monday. “And we did. We never had to pretend.”

    Milner and McCord were reunited in the police drama “Nashville Beat,” a TV movie that aired on cable’s TNN in 1989.

    Although fans continued to recognize Milner long after “Route 66” and “Adam-12” ended, he downplayed his TV-star status.

    “I was never a celebrity,” he told People magazine in 1995, “just a working actor.” …

    He made his movie debut playing one of the sons in the comedy “Life with Father,” the 1947 movie starring William Powell and Irene Dunne.

    Shortly after filming ended, Milner was stricken with polio from which he recovered within a year.

    A graduate of North Hollywood High School, he took classes at San Fernando Valley State College and then spent a year at USC before dropping out to focus on his acting career.

    “I was never a child star,” Milner told the Los Angeles Times in 1992. “I was just somebody who got two or three jobs before I was a young adult.”

    That included a small role as a private in the 1949 war movie “Sands of Iwo Jima,” starring John Wayne.

    It was while he was playing a part in the 1950 war film “Halls of Montezuma” that he met an actor who would play a major role in his career: Webb.

    During filming, Milner won $150 from Webb in a gin rummy game. Webb didn’t pay up at the time. But a couple of months later, he phoned Milner and told him to pick up his check at NBC Radio, where Webb was doing his series “Dragnet.”

    When Milner came for his check, Webb mentioned that he had a lot of parts on the show that Milner could play.

    “So I went to work in the ‘Dragnet’ radio series,” Milner recalled in a 1973 TV Guide interview. “Because I couldn’t be seen, I played old guys and middle-aged guys. One whole summer I was even Jack’s police-partner in the series.”

    Milner’s work on both the radio and TV versions of “Dragnet” continued after he was drafted into the Army in 1952 and stationed at Ft. Ord near Monterey, where he directed military training films and served as emcee for a Ft. Ord-based touring show.

    “Whenever I could get a three-day pass and get home, even if [Webb] didn’t have a part for me, he would write one so I could make $75,” Milner said in the 1992 Times interview.

    After his discharge, he appeared in movies such as “Francis in the Navy,” Webb’s “Pete Kelly’s Blues,” “Sweet Smell of Success” and “Marjorie Morning Star.” …

    In addition to occasional stage work, he made TV guest appearances on shows such as “Fantasy Island,” “MacGyver” and “Murder, She Wrote” — as well as a stint playing a socialist bookshop owner on “Life Goes On” in 1992.

    An avid fisherman, he co-hosted the popular weekend call-in radio talk show “Let’s Talk Hook-Up” from 1993 to 2004.

    I almost met Milner and McCord. I’m sure you’re shocked — shocked! — to discover that I was an avid viewer of “Adam-12.” The NBC station in Madison had a telethon one year, and got a number of NBC stars, including Milner, McCord and Arte Johnson of “Laugh-In,” to appear. (I know, I know: “Verry interesting …”) My parents took us to meet them, but they were taking a shower, or so we were told. I did get their autographs.

    Since I didn’t actually meet Milner, I have to read to conclude that Milner was one of those rare celebrities who actually led a worthwhile public life. He was married to his wife for 58 years. They had four children, transported, according to an early ’70s newspaper story, in an old Checker airport limousine.

    I watched “Adam-12” in most of its original run, and then “Route 66” in reruns back when Nickelodeon’s Nick at Nite played old (as in black and white) reruns. The latter is one of the few TV series to feature (a new edition every year of) America’s sports car in the vastness of America, driven by two somewhat idealistic young men who get involved in and care about whatever and whoever they come across. In one sense it was like “Star Trek” (the first episode of which premiered 49 years ago yesterday) before “Star Trek” — two guys and a car and whoever they meet on the way to wherever they’re going.

    “Adam-12” was Jack Webb’s second TV cop show, if you count the radio and two TV versions of “Dragnet” as one show. Unlike “Dragnet,” where Joe Friday and his partner (by the color version) were assigned all over the Los Angeles Police Department, Malloy and Reed had the day-to-day work of street cops in one LAPD precinct. Also unlike “Dragnet,” “Adam-12” featured the theme of mentor (Malloy, who in the pilot was about to quit after his previous partner was killed on duty) and student (Reed, fresh out of the LAPD academy), at least initially, similar to Webb’s later “Emergency!”

    The pilot set up the rest of the series perfectly. After Reed arrests a “415 fight group, with chains and knives” and guns, somewhat recklessly and against Malloy’s orders, Malloy’s lieutenant and former field training officer asks for Malloy’s assessment of his one-night partner. Malloy says that Reed is too enthusiastic and doesn’t know what he doesn’t know. The lieutenant recalls one of his rookies who did the same things, some guy named Malloy. Malloy tells Reed he can’t in good conscience unleash Reed on the fair citizens of L.A., and so the series begins.

    How well did Milner do his job? Westside Today has an answer:

    Los Angeles Police Chief Charlie Beck paid tribute to the late actor Martin Milner today for inspiring thousands of men and women to become LAPD officers through his portrayal of a beat cop on TV’s hit show “Adam-12.” …

    “Adam 12 and Martin Milner embodied the spirit of the LAPD to millions of viewers,” Beck said in a statement released by the LAPD’s Media Relations department. “His depiction of a professional and tough yet compassionate cop led to thousands of men and women applying to become LAPD officers, including me. Godspeed Martin, you will live forever in our hearts.”

    At least two of Webb’s shows, “Adam-12” and “Emergency!”, inspired young viewers to become police officers and firefighters. Aaron Spelling had many more viewers of his shows, but it’s unlikely anyone watching, say, “Charlie’s Angels” was inspired to become an eye-candy private detective, or successfully became one.

    Webb’s two series were followed by the more realistic portrayals of L.A. cops written by L.A. officer Joseph Wambaugh. At the time there were stories that real police officers felt they couldn’t compare to Webb’s idealized cops. (Even though in one episode Malloy was suspended for beating a suspect.) One wonders if today’s police officers would prefer Webb’s portrayals to the portrayals of such series as “The Shield” and “Southland,” not to mention what TV news presents each night.

    As for Milner’s costar …

    “I had a long, long friendship with Marty and we remained friends up till the end,” McCord said, according to the AP. “He was one of the really, true great people of our industry with a long, distinguished career. … Wonderful films, wonderful television shows, pioneering shows like ‘Route 66′. He was one of the great guys. I was lucky to have him in my life.”

    Michael F. Blake, a child — well, teen — actor on “Adam-12”:

    When I got an autograph photo of him, it was a holy grail for me. Malloy was my hero, the man I looked up to. I wanted to be him, driving the black & white unit, enforcing the law. Because of the show, and Marty’s performance, I wanted to be a LAPD officer and was inching in that direction until asthma put an end to that idea.

    Marty had a way of him that you just gravitated to, on or off screen. On screen he was the guy you could sit with at a diner sharing a cup of coffee and talk about things. He seemed likable, friendly. Audiences responded to that. He was that way in person as well. Filming ADAM-12 on the streets of L.A. drew crowds, especially kids. He always had time to say hello to folks.

    Marty use to smoke while making ADAM-12, and in one scene in the first season he had a cigarette in front of him. But once the show premiered and became a hit with kids, he said he never again allowed Malloy to be seen with a cigarette in his hands. He realized how important his character was to kids and he made sure not to show that on camera. (Off-camera was another thing, although he was careful not to smoke in view of any kids on the street. If you were working with him, it was another story.) …

    It is hard to say goodbye to a hero. Heroes are not supposed to die. They are not supposed to get old or sick. It’s Malloy, man. He doesn’t die. Sure he got shot in the show but was back at it the next episode. That’s what heroes do, at least in a kid’s mind. Even though I’m an adult (some will argue that!), it is hard to let your hero go. It’s a reminder of how fleeting time and life can be. To me, Marty is still behind the B&W driving the streets of L.A. and keeping us safe. Thanks Marty for the wonderful memories and inspiring many to wear the badge. You will never know how important that TV show was to so many of us.

    Godspeed. End of Watch. KMA 367

     

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  • A baby, an invalid, and a presidential candidate

    September 9, 2015
    US politics

    Stephen L. Miller:

    If I were to approach a person on the street and list off traits like “doesn’t drive,” “needs food prepared,” “needs help with the remote control,” “needs people to bring her beverages,” “has trouble remembering things,” and “doesn’t pay her own bills” about someone anonymously, he wouldn’t think I was referring to a current presidential front-runner in the year 2015. He would think I was referring to his poor nana, whom he had to place in a home because she wouldn’t stop yelling at the lamp and was at risk of accidentally microwaving her dentures.

    But, as we now know courtesy of the ongoing FOIA e-mail dump, all of these traits accurately describe the current Democratic front-runner and (as she is always eager to remind us) doting grandmother, Hillary Clinton. Amidst the e-mail revelations, an alarming pattern is developing about Clinton’s personal dependency on those inside her inner bubble. She isn’t just delegating important tasks to underlings, as any executive might; these aren’t urgent matters of national security, such as aides’ fetching satellite intelligence or the latest reports relevant to a managing executive. Rather, it appears that Hillary is either helpless or unwilling to perform even the most menial and trivial of daily tasks. In a recently released e-mail from January 3, 2010, she personally messaged an assistant, wishing her a Happy New Year, and then offered a demand list to start the year off:

    I’d like to work w you to prepare a menu for Jason. Also does he give me a monthly bill for the food he buys and prepares for me? Could you or he buy skim milk for me to have for my tea? Also, pls remind me to bring more tea cups from home . . . Can you give me times for two TV shows: Parks and Recreation and The Good Wife?

    Yes, this is the delightful paradox that is Hillary: a woman who claims she will fight for the shrinking middle class but who also happens to employ a personal chef (or Visiting Angel) that she’s not even sure she pays. A candidate who Understands People Like You but apparently isn’t familiar enough with the strange Google machine to look up television listings (I found it in one click after searching “The Good Wife times” and going to the official CBS homepage). A person who was actually in the habit of e-mailing her drink orders to aides at the State Department: “Pls call Sarah and ask her if she can get me some iced tea.”

    Ponder that one again for a moment: She e-mailed one person to call yet another person with an order to bring her a beverage. A normal person, incapacitated and laid out in a hospital bed, can usually get beverage service in fewer steps than what Hillary was requesting.

    The Washington Free Beacon has repeatedly raised concerns about Hillary’s inability to remember basic details such as names, dates, and meetings. Now these are normal occurrences for senior citizens and nothing to be ashamed of, but combined with Hillary’s medical history of strokes and concussions (one of which, according to her husband, took almost six months to recover from and was serious enough to prevent her from testifying in front of a House committee), we have reason to be uneasy. Questions must be answered before we entrust the most stressful job on the planet to someone who, by all appearances, can barely walk from one side of a room to the other without outside assistance. …

    This goes beyond ageism, e-mail jokes, and japes about basic mobility and dependency. Democrats under Barack Obama have moved further and further left, to the point where they are seriously considering, as an alternative to Mrs. Clinton, a ranting socialist who thinks women have rape fantasies and that more than one choice of deodorant on the market is a bit too extreme. Key to this is their class-warfare rhetoric, in which they pose as Tribunes of the People, guarding against the depredations of evil plutocrats like Mitt Romney who sprinkle Bain cancer upon the wives of helpless, destitute workers. And now crashing through this carefully constructed story comes Hillary — who trudged joylessly through the Iowa State Fair earlier this month, dressed like a Romulan visitor from just outside the Neutral Zone and accompanied by an entourage preventing the filthy voters from getting too close. After a few grudging handshakes, she departed, refusing to take the traditional soapbox and answer questions or even give a simple stump speech. (Donald Trump, who remarkably comes off as far more down-to-earth in comparison with Hillary, was the only other candidate to refuse.)

    No, the choice of Hillary’s wardrobe ultimately doesn’t matter (even if to media it suddenly does when the subject is the price-tag on a Sarah Palin or Ann Romney outfit). But optics to middle-class voters do. If Hillary Clinton wants to run a class-warfare election and pretend she’s a champion of the little people who buy their own milk for their tea, then middle-class voters have a right to know when the last time was that she prepared her own meals. When was the last time Hillary Clinton drove her own car? (Spoiler Alert: 1996.) When was the last time Hillary Clinton operated a television remote control?

    When was the last time Hillary Clinton paid her own bills?

    This is the dilemma the Democratic party faces as they are forced to rebrand themselves in a Buzzed-out, youth-obsessed viral-media age (an age encouraged in part by the cunning pop-culture sensibilities of Barack Obama). Now they are forced to be the party of crotchety elders telling young whippersnappers that they know what’s best for them because they walked uphill both ways in the snow (or in Hillary’s case, were driven up the hill by a chauffeur).

    When Republicans of years past were the target, Hollywood and the mainstream media could barely contain their glee at jokes about out-of-touch elder statesmen. During the 2008 election, in a sit-down interview to promote a new film, famous Team America puppet Matt Damon lamented the age and health of then–Republican presidential nominee John McCain (72 at the time) as it related to his paralyzing fear of a President Sarah Palin: “Do the actuary tables and there’s a one out of three chance, if not more, that McCain doesn’t survive his first term and it’ll be President Palin.”

    The Associated Press asked and answered their own question in July of 2008: “So how old is John McCain? Six-packs, automatic transmissions, and the American Express card were all introduced after he was born — not to mention computers, which McCain admits he doesn’t use.”

    David Letterman joked during the 1996 cycle, “Bob Dole is calling himself an optimist. I understand this because a lot of people would look at a glass as half-empty. Bob Dole looks at the glass and says, ‘What a great place to put my teeth.’” Keith Olbermann (still at MSNBC in 2008) quipped, “McCain could easily transition from talking about the economy or foreign affairs to talking about ‘buying more Depends’ or something like that.”

    Do the same rules not apply to the Democrats’ aged and anointed oligarch, who comes across more like the last of the three knights left guarding the Holy Grail than the sharp yoga-routine addict she claimed to be in e-mails (e-mails that just happened to be deleted)? Apparently not. Now, as the country and culture heads into a new election season — longer, more rigorous, and faster-paced than any that have preceded it — we’re once again faced with questions of the competence and health of an old white candidate. Except this time — despite the questions raised in Hillary Clinton’s own e-mails — actors, comedians, and media commentators are strangely silent.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 9

    September 9, 2015
    Music

    Today in 1926, Radio Corporation of America created the National Broadcasting Co.

    The number one single in Britain today in 1965:

    Today in 1971, five years to the day after John Lennon met Yoko Ono, Lennon released his “Imagine” album:

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  • Climate change before Obama

    September 8, 2015
    US politics, weather

    Instead of telling his supporters to stop shooting police officers, Barack Obama spent last week in Alaska claiming to have discovered climate change.

    Patrick Moore discovered Alaska’s climate change dates far before Obama was inflicted on this country, though:

    If only the president had consulted the history of Glacier Bay, where the Huna Tlingit people have lived for more than 4,000 years, he would have found a different story.

    It is a historical fact that the glacier in Glacier Bay began its retreat around 1750. By the time Capt. George Vancouver arrived there in 1794 the glacier still filled most of the bay but had already retreated some miles.

    When John Muir, founder of the Sierra Club, visited in 1879, he found that the glacier had retreated more than 30 miles from the mouth of the bay, according to the National Park Service, and by 1900 Glacier Bay was mostly ice-free.

    All of this happened long before human emissions of greenhouse gases, including carbon dioxide, could have had any impact.

    In the oral tradition of the Huna Tlingit people, it is said that the glacier has advanced and retreated a number of times during their occupation of the area. Each time the glacier advanced they would move to the village of Hoonah in Icy Strait outside Glacier Bay. When the glacier retreated, many of them would move back into the bay. These multiple migrations were certainly caused by climate change, but it had nothing to do with human activity.

    The fashionable tendency to blame every change in climate and every extreme-weather event on human emissions is doing a grave disservice to the scientific tradition. We know that the climate has been changing for millions of years due to a multitude of perfectly natural factors. There is no reason to believe that those factors have suddenly disappeared and now humans are the all-powerful shapers of global climate destiny. Yet this entirely unproven hypothesis of catastrophe is compelling to those who would control our beliefs.

    Politicians want us to believe they are saving us from ruin; religious leaders want to reinforce original sin and the need for repentance; some business leaders want us to subsidize their expensive “green” technologies; and the climate activists want their money-machine to keep on giving.

    This powerful convergence of interests ignores the fact that carbon dioxide is essential for all life on Earth, that plants could use a lot more of it, and that the real threat is a cooling of the climate, not the slight warming that has occurred over the past 300 years.

    While Obama was in Alaska, he flew over Kovalina, which reportedly is sinking into the Pacific Ocean due to rising sea levels. Back in the late 1970s, Soldiers Grove had a similar issue — yearly flooding of the Kickapoo River into its downtown. Soldiers Grove moved its downtown. Moving seems like an obvious response, because contrary to what Obama wants to believe, the federal government is not more powerful than nature.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 8

    September 8, 2015
    Music

    Today in 1956, Harry Belafonte’s “Calypso” went to number one for the next 31 weeks:

    Today in 1965, Daily Variety included this ad:

    Madness! Running parts for four Insane Boys age 17-21.

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  • On Socialist Workers Day

    September 7, 2015
    US business, US politics, Work

    As usual, if I have to work, it’s not a holiday, and I have to work Labor Day.

    Labor Day is the American parallel to May Day, the world socialist workers’ day. May Day used to be the day that the Soviet Union would try to scare the rest of the world by rolling its tanks, missiles and so on in a big parade past the Kremlin. The Soviet Union is dead, but Vladimir Putin seems to want to bring back the Soviet Union without communism.

    About bad ideology of the past and present, Megan McArdle writes:

    At the New Republic, Malcolm Harris asks an interesting question: Was the Soviet Union’s problem that Communism can never work? Or did the Soviets just need a lot more MacBook Airs?

    Actually, Harris is channeling Paul Mason, the author of the book he is reviewing, and unfortunately, he doesn’t really try to answer the question. Instead he makes the stridently timid argument that this won’t happen because the capitalists won’t let it, at least without a healthy dose of revolutionary action.

    I’ll swing for the fences and argue that no, even with better computers, Communism isn’t going to work. Nor some gauzy vision of post-capitalism that looks like Communism, but with YouTube videos.

    In retrospect, Communism seems wildly stupid, or at least, incredibly naive. Did the people who dreamed up this system not understand the enormous incentive problems they were creating? As Ayn Rand dramatized the problem in Atlas Shrugged: “It’s miseries, not work, that had become the coin of the realm — so it turned into a contest among six thousand panhandlers, each claiming that his need was worse than his brother’s. How else could it be done?” The incentives of “from each according to his ability, to each according to his need” drive toward falling production, which means there won’t be enough to cover the needs.

    Or as a former colleague who fled Communist Poland once told me, “They pretended to pay us, and we pretended to work.” There is a reason that basically all the Communist and Socialist regimes ended in some degree of authoritarianism.

    How could anyone who had, y’know, met some people in their visit to our planet, not see that this was coming? Large swathes of Communist and Socialist writing was naive and impractical. But the idealists weren’t entirely unaware that when monetary incentives disappeared, they would need to find other ways to get people to do things.

    They were also aware, however, of a point that has eluded some of their cruder critics, which is that monetary incentives are far from the only reasons that people do things. People don’t take care of their kids because they’re getting paid for it. Nor were the millions of Americans who headed off to World War II mostly chasing those princely military paychecks. Most of the folks who volunteer to help the homeless, or just to make a casserole for the local potluck, are not thinking “There’s a buck in it for me somewhere.” The idealists behind Communism thought that using non-monetary incentives could compensate for the loss of the money motive — and that there would also be great efficiency gains from eliminating wasteful competition and no longer goading consumers to generate superfluous consumer demand.

    They were quite wrong. Competition turns out not to be so wasteful; it makes a system resilient. That misunderstanding was a symptom of a larger issue called the socialist calculation problem. We think of prices largely in reference to ourselves, or other individuals, which is to say that we mostly see them as the highest barrier to getting something we want. But as we pull back to look at society, or the globe, we see that they are in fact an incredibly elegant way to allocate scarce resources.

    This was best explained by Friedrich Hayek in his essay “The Use of Knowledge in Society.” Some good like tin becomes scarce, perhaps because a large tin mine has failed, or perhaps because there is a new and very profitable use for tin that is soaking up much of the supply. The price rises, and all over the world, people begin to economize on tin. Most of them have no idea why the price of tin is rising, and if they did, they wouldn’t care; they just switch to another metal, or start recycling old tin, finding a way to bring global demand closer in line to global supply. A lot of that is possible only because of price competition.

    You can think of this as something like a distributed computer network: You get millions of people devoting some portion of their effort to aligning consumption with production. This system is constantly churning, making billions of decisions a day. Communism tried to replace this with a bunch of guys sitting around in offices, who occasionally negotiated with guys sitting around in other offices. It was a doomed effort from the start. Don’t get me wrong; the incentive problems were real and large. But even if they could have been solved, the calculation problem would have remained. And the more complex an economy you are trying to manage, the worse a job you will do.

    The socialist calculation problem is not fundamentally an issue of calculating how to produce the most stuff, but of calculating what should be produced. Computers can’t solve that, at least until they develop sufficient intelligence that they’ll probably render the issue moot by ordering our toasters to kill us so that they can use our bodies for mulch.

    The most important piece of information that the price system provides is “How much do I want this, given that other people want it too?” That’s the question that millions of people are answering, when they decide to use less tin, or pay more for tin and use less of something else. Computers are not good at answering this question.

    How would a computer even get the information to make a good guess, in the absence of a price system? Please do not say surveys. You know what did really well on surveys? New Coke. Also, Donald Trump, who is not going to be president. We are, in fact, back to some version of the incentive problem, which is that when the stakes are low, people don’t put too much thought into their answers.

    In many cases, people are interested in getting rid of prices precisely because they don’t like the signal that it is sending — that the best possible medical care is a scarce good that few people are going to get, or that other people do not value your labor very much. People are trying to override that information with a better program.

    But even if we decide that the planners know best, we still have to contend with the resistance that will arise to their plan. Just as Communism’s critics need to remember that money is not the only reason people strive, post-capitalists need to remember that they will be dealing with people — cantankerous, willful and capable of all manner of subversions if the plan is not paying sufficient attention to their needs.

    It’s possible that we’ll see versions of a “post-scarcity” economy in things like music and writing, since these are basically versions of activities that people have been doing for free for thousands of years. But when it comes to unpleasant labor like slaughtering animals, mining ore and scrubbing floors, even an advanced society needs to figure out exactly how badly it wants those things done. And so far, nothing beats prices for eliciting that information.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 7

    September 7, 2015
    Music

    Today in 1963, ABC-TV’s “American Bandstand” moved from every weekday afternoon in Philadelphia to Saturdays in California:

    The number one album today in 1968 was the Doors’ “Waiting for the Sun,” their only number one album:

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 6

    September 6, 2015
    Music

    The number one single in the U.K. todayyyyyyy in 19677777777 …

    Today in 1968, the Beatles recorded Eric Clapton’s guitar part for “While My Guitar Gently Weeps,” making him the first non-Beatle on a Beatle record:

    The number one song in the U.S. today in 1975:

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 5

    September 5, 2015
    Music

    The number one song in Britain today in 1954 was the singer’s only number one hit, making her Britain’s first American one-hit wonder:

    The number one song in the U.S. today in 1964:

    Today in 1967, the Beatles probably felt like they were the walrus (goo goo ga joob) after needing 16 takes to get this right:

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  • Number 15

    September 4, 2015
    media, Packers

    Ian O’Connor profiles the best quarterback in Packer history:

    Bart Starr sits quietly in his favorite chair in the corner of his study, his hands clasped tightly on his lap. He is wearing the uniform of an athlete in retirement — faded golf shirt, dark sweat pants, light-gray sneakers. He is 81 years old, and his trim build and erect posture suggest he is ready to spring out of that chair any minute now to start a three-mile jog through his Birmingham neighborhood or to play a quick game of tennis on his backyard court.

    On the wall over his left shoulder are two framed Sports Illustrated cover shots of Starr in his Green Bay Packers prime, and on the wall to his right is a photo of the quarterback walking onto the Lambeau Field grass with his wife and two sons on the 1973 day the team retired his number, 15. On Starr’s desk stands a captioned photo of Vince Lombardi quoting one of the coach’s many enduring lines. “Perfection is not attainable,” it reads, “but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.”

    Starr is wearing a Lombardi Classic logo on the left breast of his shirt, so it seems a good time to make small talk with the iconic quarterback about the iconic coach. But a few sentences in, it’s already clear Starr is not connecting with the name or the memories of the man who helped him win five championships in the 1960s, including the first two Super Bowls. His eyes narrow and search for meaning in words that drift aimlessly in the air.

    Now it’s time to head into the kitchen for lunch, and it’s the job of the three women in the room to get him there. Leigh Ann Nelson, the personal aide. Denise Williams, the nursing assistant. Cherry Starr, the 81-year-old wife. A guest motions to Cherry that he’s willing to help, but there is no need.

    They surround Starr, place their hands under his arms and remind him that the snap count is three, always on three. The women count in unison — one…two…three — and drive this dignified 180-pound man to his feet. This is what the women in Bart Starr’s life do. They pick him up and move him from one monumental challenge to the next.

    Their ultimate goal is to return him to Lambeau Field on Thanksgiving night, when Brett Favre’s retired No. 4 will be unveiled. Favre delayed his ceremony a year to give Starr a puncher’s chance to make it, and Bart’s family and support network of friends, neighbors and employees are forever telling him he must meet that objective.

    Starr is taking small steps on the road back to Green Bay. He shuffles his feet slowly, carefully, as he leaves the office and makes his way through the hallway and into the kitchen as the women guide his every step, just so he doesn’t fall on the African stone floor like he did the previous week. Truth is, it’s a small miracle that Starr is upright and walking at all, and heading for lunch while absorbing the training camp images on the TV screen wedged between the cabinets above.

    He suffered his first stroke on Sept. 2, 2014. Five days later he suffered a second stroke, a heart attack and four seizures that some doctors thought would kill him. Cherry was with him in intensive care, and she held onto her husband and caressed him when his body shook violently, uncontrollably, trying to make it stop. She’d never witnessed a seizure before, and she was terrified. Soon one doctor was telling her that her high school sweetheart, the man she’d loved unconditionally for 64 years, was not going to make it through the night.

    Hospital officials asked Cherry if she wanted Bart placed on life support if necessary, and she explained that they both had living wills and that neither wanted to be sustained by a machine. Cherry called their granddaughters and told them they were needed at Bart’s bedside. But she never said her own goodbye to her husband; she couldn’t bring herself to do it. And the very next morning, that goodbye was no longer necessary. Bart Starr had launched his comeback.

    It’s an amazing story, going back to his days as the son of a strict Army sergeant father who felt his older son didn’t measure up to his younger son, who died of a tetanus infection at 11. It includes his high school sweetheart, Cherry, and their two sons, one of whom died of a drug overdose. It includes Starr’s playing for Lombardi and the Ice Bowl. It includes Starr’s admiration of Brett Favre despite their vast differences.

    It does not include Starr’s time as Packers coach, which is kind. Starr replaced Dan Devine, who replaced Lombardi’s replacement, Phil Bengtson. None of the three were qualified to be general manager and coach. (Lombardi was a better coach than GM, given his spotty draft history and the fact he inherited a lot of his talent, including Starr.) Starr took the Packers job out of a sense of obligation, and except for his last three seasons (including his one and only playoff team, in 1982) and one other, it didn’t go well.

    But this tells you what kind of man Starr is: Starr was fired as coach and GM in 1983, replaced by Forrest Gregg. (That didn’t go well either, but that’s another story.) Gregg’s first game as coach (which my father and I attended) was the traditional alumni game. Few people probably expected Starr to come back after how his previous year went. But Starr came back and got a huge ovation from the crowd. Dick Schaap, author of Instant Replay with Jerry Kramer, opened the sequel Distant Replay with the chapter “Bart Does the Right Thing.”

    Happily more Packer fans seem to remember Starr for his five NFL championships.

     

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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!
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    • 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
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    • 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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