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  • Corporations vs. the administration

    July 23, 2013
    US business, US politics

    This is not about how the Obama administration is reflexively, pathologically anti-business.

    Well, it is in a way — Frank Burke shows how the Obama administration is run is opposite how a good business is run:

    In business, no corporate asset is more valued than the brand.  At its heart, the brand is a promise; it represents customers’ collective expectations of the firm’s products and services.  It is built over years and can be destroyed in an instant. …

    • In the corporate world, the president is responsible for setting the corporate direction, thereby increasing value to stockholders, perpetuating and augmenting the corporate culture, and acting as the public face of the company.The Obama administration has been characterized by a decided lack of leadership at the top, as evidenced by Mr. Obama’s abdicative management style, personal arrogance, and seeming disconnect from his responsibilities to the needs of his constituents and from critical national and international events. Of course, it is doubtful that Obama would ever have been hired as a chief executive or in any senior position, given his refusal to divulge pertinent data about his background, transcripts, and other relevant information.At a time when businesses pride themselves on lean management and manufacturing, the present government has bloated itself with contrived positions, vastly increased manpower, and extravagant expense structures.From the top down, it has assembled a cast of manifestly unqualified individuals, including tax cheats, a self-professed Communist, and radical leftist ideologues, to deal with the most pressing and serious issues of our time.
    • The number and extent of scandals that have emerged and continue to unfold would, in the business community, result in a wholesale housecleaning. Such behavior is not only unethical, but illegal; it would subject those employers and employees involved to prosecution. The White House has not taken the initiative in any meaningful investigations and prosecutions.
    • When it comes to competition, the business world can be a fierce place, replete with references to armed conflict and quotes from military leaders. Despite this, few executives would publicly and openly demonize even their most serious competitors as the Obama administration routinely does with those who oppose its policies.
    • No competent executive would impair his company’s access to the raw materials necessary to its processes — yet, as domestic energy prices rise and the economy declines, we see the Obama administration withholding permits for energy exploration and drilling, delaying the Keystone pipeline, and openly declaring a war on coal, while investing billions in Brazilian offshore oil explorations, stating, “We want to be your best customer.”
    • What business executive would undertake an international tour of both friends and competitors and demean his or her company, as Obama consistently does with his endless rounds of apology? By continually denigrating our values, traditions, and accomplishments, he is repeatedly demonstrating ignorance of history and a refusal to deal with facts.
    • Like countries, businesses have alliances with other entities. Deals must be carefully honored, or the entire network stands to be weakened from mistrust. From denying previously committed defense systems to Eastern Europe to weakening our longstanding relationship with Israel, to conducting negotiations with the Taliban in the face of those allies fighting with us in Afghanistan, the administration has destroyed the value of American commitments. By supporting an Islamist-infiltrated regime in Egypt, refusing to back legitimate rebellion in Iran, and retreating from its own previously drawn red line in Syria, the administration has not only alienated friends, but emboldened enemies.
    • In business, no group is more important than the end customers. Every effort is made to deliver a product or service that will satisfy a target segment and build a loyalty to the brand. It is ironic, therefore, that the Obama regime, which has been exposed in a drive to undertake the largest illegal gathering of private information in history, nonetheless persists in attempting to force such clearly unwanted products as ObamaCare, gun control, expanded entitlement programs, and amnesty on a customer base that has been both strident and vocal in its opposition. …

    Why would such an administration, deaf to the voices of economic experience, persist in policies destructive to potential and existing jobs and future opportunities?  Why so often side with and defend sects that seek a violent theocracy that would undermine our legal system in favor of one derived from other source

    It is only reasonable to inquire what penalties accrue to those whose actions inflict such damage on a brand.  Publicly owned corporations are typically closely watched by financial analysts, and their verdict can result in consequences extending from an inability to raise capital to lower stock prices to demands for corporate reorganization or even dissolution.

    If a deeply troubled business entity is to be saved, it requires a radical change of executive personnel as the first step in restoring goodwill.  Those who come after must prove themselves, by prior experience, to be capable of undertaking the Herculean task of recreating faith and confidence.  Even with the best talent, it is almost always a long road back.

    Where this is not possible and where matters have slipped too far, there are only two alternatives — either the companygoes out of existence, or what is left is acquired by another, stronger entity.

    The corporate analogy, if not perfect, is extremely telling, and it is worthwhile to remember that despite comments to the contrary, like businesses, no country is too big to fail.

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  • Presty the DJ for July 23

    July 23, 2013
    Music

    Today in 1965, the Beatles asked for  …

    Birthdays start with Cleveland Dunkin of the Penguins:

    Dino Danelli played the drums for the Young Rascals:

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  • Madison, N.C.

    July 22, 2013
    US politics, Wisconsin politics

    Read and decide for yourself if Steve Moore‘s observations seem familiar:

    The burning heart of liberal activism and indignation this summer can be found, of all places, in the charming capital city of the Tar Heel State. On Monday, for the 11th week in a row, thousands of protesters descended on the copper-domed Capitol denouncing the policies of a Republican Party that for the first time since Reconstruction controls North Carolina’s governorship and legislature. Some 800 agitators have been arrested for disrupting the legislature. By all accounts, these “Moral Monday” rallies, though peaceful, are growing in size and volume.

    The rallies have caught the eye of the national media, with some referring to Raleigh as the “Madison of the South.” Madison, of course, is the famously liberal capital of Wisconsin that turned into a political frying pan in February 2011 when the state’s Republican lawmakers reformed union collective-bargaining rules.

    Thom Goolsby, an outspoken GOP state senator, has jokingly dismissed the protests in Raleigh as “Moron Mondays” and predicted that they would fade in the weeks ahead. Perhaps, but the stated goal of the organizers is that these rallies evolve into the same kind of political tour de force on the left that the tea party has become on the right. Moral Mondays may be coming soon to a state capital near you.

    But not Madison. It’s already been there.

    So what are liberals of all stripes so angry about in North Carolina? I put that question to the organizer of the Moral Monday movement, Rev. William Barber II, a loquacious, likable and politically shrewd preacher and leader of the North Carolina NAACP. (Think Jesse Jackson, but with charm and genuine conviction.) He preaches “civil disobedience” and trains peaceful demonstrators on how to get arrested. He is also a master at political theater.

    After a near-five minute sermon about how Republicans have made the state a “crucible of extremism and injustice,” it became clear the answer to my question is he and his followers are mad as hell about, well . . . everything. The list of grievances is long but includes unemployment-insurance cuts that took some 70,000 recipients in the state off the rolls, state lawmakers’ refusal to sign up for ObamaCare’s Medicaid expansion, a proposed voter-ID law, and of course “tax cuts for the rich.”

    This past Monday marchers were waving signs that read “Justice for Trayvon Martin,” “Stop Fracking in North Carolina,” and “Vouchers Destroy Public Schools.” In recent weeks, demonstrators were out in force demanding abortion rights. …

    One common complaint is that the state is passing up free money by rejecting Medicaid expansion. But many financially pinched states—including Georgia, Alabama, Utah and Texas—are doing so, not because they’re coldhearted but because while the feds pick up the full tab in the first several years, eventually the states will have to pay even more money into a broken system that is already sapping state budgets. …

    Rev. Barber and the other “religious progressives” say their goal is a new “southern fusion” that unites every ethnic, religious and interest group promoting modern liberalism to repel the tide of conservative policies on the march, not just in North Carolina, but all across the South. His warning to national liberals is, “If Republicans get away with this in North Carolina, with our moderate and centrist heritage, they can do it anywhere.” He’s planning a national Moral Monday rally in Washington, D.C., in August. …

    But as longtime Republican strategist Marc Rotterman told me last week, there is a potentially fatal flaw to the whole “Moral Monday” strategy: “The core problem is the protesters are denouncing policies like tax cuts and welfare reforms that may be unpopular with the New York Times, but are very popular with mainstream North Carolinians.” That is the big bet the state’s Republicans are making—and come November 2014, we’ll see if it pays off.

    Something else about this should seem familiar to Wisconsinites. One of the parrot points of the Wisconsin left is the evil of any policy idea that came from outside our state lines — specifically from the American Legislative Exchange Council, an organization that offers model legislation on such pernicious concepts as sound government finances. Unable to argue (or maybe uninterested in arguing) the merits of policy proposals, the lefties shriek in horror at proposals Not Invented Here. Note as well the political trope of claiming that you are the moderate, sensible side, as opposed to those extremist radicals on the other side.

    In contrast, the Tar Heel variation of Protestarama is perfectly happy to spread their discontent at being in the political minority like kudzu across the South. They’re right, because how successful would giving blacks the right to vote or ending Jim Crow laws have been had they stopped at one state line?

    Ideas should be judged on their merits, not on their source, or what odious (in your opinion) political figure or personality supports or opposes them. And blaming your discontent with the political winners or losers on the process is the Lament of the Loser.

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  • Inflated self-image, yet humorless

    July 22, 2013
    Madison, media

    While normal people were asleep, the Madison City Council Wednesday voted against what should be its official motto, “77 square miles surrounded by reality.”

    Actually, a vote on making “77” the official motto never took place. A resolution to make “77” the city’s official “punchline” failed 10–9.

    The Wisconsin State Journal opines with a misleading headline (but don’t bother clicking on the link, since you won’t be able to read it unless you’re a subscriber):

    We all loved the 1,000 pink flamingos that campus pranksters placed on Bascom Hill decades ago. And the iconic image of the Statue of Liberty’s torch rising above an icy Lake Mendota still sells plenty of post cards at the shops on State Street.

    We love UW–Madison, with its brainy and zany students who keep us young. Their madcap marching band added a fifth quarter to college football.

    Our great city boasts beautiful lakes, colorful neighborhoods and an irrepressible quirkiness. There’s nothing wrong with creating some distance from reality at times for fun (though Madison sometimes drinks too much and takes its progressive politics too seriously). …

    Indeed, Madison is second to none for fun.

    But “surrounded by reality” hardly expresses the city’s goals or ideals. Worse, it ignores the city’s bad habit of resting on past success and ignoring how the outside world views us. The reviews aren’t always positive.

    Madison needs to build a reputation for getting things done, for encouraging innovation, for thinking big and for always looking ahead.

    Last line first: Madison has never had a “reputation for getting things done, for encouraging innovation [that wasn’t generated by UW] and for always looking ahead.” Madison’s reputation is quite the opposite of “getting things done,” in fact. The Frank Lloyd Wright-designed Monona Terrace Convention Center opened only 40 years after it was first proposed, which suggests (1) it takes too long to get things done in Madison, or (2) it shouldn’t have been built in the first place. (Only can Madison get a $200 million gift for a civic center and lose money on it.)

    On the other hand, the State Journal is correct that Madison ignores “how the outside world views us.” Official Madison (and many of its residents) views the rest of the state as uneducated and uncouth hicks who worry about such trivialities as having more income than expenses. As for “second to none for fun,” parts of the country that have nice weather all year instead of a small part of the year would beg to differ. Madison is also a nest of hypocrisy. The same mayor who as a UW student helped create the Mifflin Street Block Party is now working to kill it. All the environmentalists in Madison can’t be bothered to notice how Madison’s urban sprawl is eating up former Dane County farmland like Pac Man. And that “irrepressible quirkiness” is in fact the reason that the “77” phrase should be Madison’s official motto.

    The thing the State Journal editorial willfully ignores is that Madison’s quality of life is going in the wrong direction. “Irrepressible quirkiness” doesn’t get children educated, and Madison’s minority children are not getting educated. The city’s “goals and ideals” appear to not include reducing the city’s crime rate, and particularly its violent crime rate, both of which have grown faster than the city’s population. (I’d blame Madison police for spending too much time being social workers and not enough time arresting the bad guys, but lenient judges and an apathetic City Council share the blame).

    Last weekend was La Follette High School’s Fifty Fest, celebrating its 50th anniversary. As you know, I didn’t go. One person who went to La Follette called it as “formerly great school.” In, I would add, a no-longer-great place to grow up in or live. That is reality.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for July 22

    July 22, 2013
    Music

    Birthdays start with the indescribable George Clinton of Parliament Funkadelic:

    Rick Davies played keyboards for Supertramp:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gx-tRNv-w7E
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  • Presty the DJ for July 21

    July 21, 2013
    Music

    It figures after yesterday’s encyclopedia of music knowledge that there are no interesting moments in rock history today and only three birthdays of note: Larry Tolbert, drummer of Raydio …

    … Taco Ocheriski, an ’80s one-hit wonder …

    … and Yusaf Islam, formerly known as Cat Stevens:

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  • Presty the DJ for July 20

    July 20, 2013
    Music

    Today in 1968, Iron Butterfly’s “In-a-Gadda-da-Vita” reached the  charts. It is said to be the first heavy metal song to chart. It charted at number 117.

    At the other end of the charts was South African trumpeter Hugh Masekela:

    Quite a selection of birthdays today, starting with T.G. Sheppard:

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  • 30 and 50

    July 19, 2013
    History

    This weekend is the La Follette High School’s Class of 1983 reunion, followed by my alma mater’s 50th anniversary celebration.

    Since we Lancers were asked to publicize Saturday’s Fifty Fest, let us start by doing my part:

    Fifty Fest

    I have written about my alma mater and specifically the Class of 1983 here before, including arguably La Follette’s greatest accomplishment of the 1980s, the 1982 state boys basketball title. (Read the blog and you’ll see that the entire experience was, to use the phrase of the era, choi to the max.) I’ve also written more generally about the Madison (including, of course, its media) we grew up in, as opposed to the Madison that exists today.

    I wasn’t able to find La Follette’s fight song (an original composition by La Follette’s first band director) online, but I did find two songs that seem appropriate for those of us eightysomethings, one from the era …

    … and one of a more recent vintage:

    Here is photographic evidence that I actually was a Lancer:

    This is from the aforementioned state championship game, a 62–61 finger-biter (because your fingernails went away long before this game) over previously undefeated Stevens Point. The complete ensemble, from head to toe, was (1) paint hat, a tradition going back to La Follette’s first state title in 1977; (2) sunglasses at night (remember, this is the ’80s); (3) band sweater (which, truth be told, didn’t match the official school cardinal, but whatever) over white shirt, both of which  my mother washed each night after state games; (4) my trumpet, which was actually my father’s trumpet, which was actually my father’s high school band director’s trumpet; (5) white pants and (6) white tennis shoes. (Brooks, I think.)

    Reunions include three groups of people — people you want to see, people you don’t want to see, and people you forgot were classmates of yours. (Or, in the case of a large high school like La Follette, people you didn’t know were classmates of yours.) I keep in touch with a lot of my classmates and other Lancer alumni via Facebook since I joined two years ago. (They belong to the first group, though some used to belong to the third group.)

    There are superficial realities that are less than pleasant in class reunions. We’re all in our late 40s, so gravity and genetics have done what they can to us. The most unpleasant reality is that there are fewer members of the Class of 1983 since 2008. That obviously is always the case, but the Class of 1983 experienced no deaths while we were in high school. One of our classmates, who was deaf and attended La Follette with a sign-language interpreter, died with her daughter in a house fire earlier this year. Another classmate died 16 years ago in a race car accident. One died of cancer far too young. One died of the effects of alcoholism far too young. The morbid might observe that everyone at a class reunion goes with the reality that he or she might never see someone in that room again, but that’s the reality of any part of our lives.

    I had a good time at my 25th reunion. But I’m not going to this weekend’s festivities. Other priorities interrupted — namely, work, our youngest son’s acting in the UW–Platteville Heartland Festival’s “Fiddler on the Roof” (he plays the Rabbi’s son) Friday and Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, and all three of our kids swimming in an invitational meet Saturday. I suppose I could go to the festivities by myself, but that doesn’t strike me as festive, so I’m passing on the weekend. Put another way, our kids’ present trumps my past.

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  • How you look, and how you play

    July 19, 2013
    media, Sports

    Regular readers know that one of my stranger interests is in athletic uniforms.

    I have argued, though generally without evidence, that there is a link between the aesthetic appeal of a uniform and how its wearer performs in athletic competition. That has led me to rant against such obscenities as black basketball shoes, the Michelin Man look (all-white uniforms, mainly in football), and uniforms without player names on the back.

    SportsLogos.net has taken on this general subject by measuring, of all things, the win–loss records of baseball teams by uniform combination:

    Have you ever thought to yourself, “it seems like those guys always lose when they wear that jersey”? Well, it turns out there may be some underlying truth to your sartorial assumption.

    Over the past three-and-a-half months we here at SportsLogos.Net have been tracking each and every cap, jersey, and pants combo worn by every team in every game of the 2013 Major League Baseball season. We’ve cross-referenced that data with wins and losses, resulting in what I’m pretty sure is the first ever batch of MLB wins-per-uniform stats ever.

    Of all the major professional sports, baseball has been the most, shall we say, color-challenged. Every other sport has had some combination of white uniform and colored uniform. Football usually wears colored uniforms at home and white on the road. Basketball wears white (or a light color) uniform at home and colored on the road. Hockey has gone back and forth.

    Until the early 1970s, baseball had two uniforms: White at home, gray on the road. (Baseball also is the only professional team sport that doesn’t mandate player names on the back of uniforms, which tells you all you need to know about how baseball feels about fan-friendliness.) White-or-gray changed in 1971, when the Baltimore Orioles trotted out …

    One year later, the Oakland A’s offended and/or blinded the purists by outfitting his team in, besides white — to be precise, “wedding gown white” — kelly green and “Fort Knox” gold jerseys and matching pants, thus creating …

    (I’ve never seen an all-green A’s photo. Pitcher Vida Blue wore the all-gold ensemble in the 1975 All-Star Game in Milwaukee.)

    That was matched by Pittsburgh, whose colors are, as is obvious, black and gold:

    Other teams didn’t go as far as matching non-white pants, but did their own uniform thing. Some call the 1975–86 Houston Astros uniforms the “Tequila Sunrise” look; others call these the “Rainbow guts” uniforms:

    The uniform train derailed in Chicago in the late ’70s:

    What’s worse? White pinstripes on powder blue uniforms? Or the White Sox’s softball uniforms? (Including, in one game, shorts.)

    Most of this went away in the ’80s … until, that is, baseball marketing entered the 20th century and the financial types figured out that baseball fans buy baseball jerseys. Now, the number of teams that regularly wear just white at home and gray on the road is limited indeed. (At the moment, the New York Yankees, Los Angeles Dodgers, Detroit, Philadelphia and St. Louis are the only teams to have not worn a third jersey, not counting the “holiday” uniforms every team apparently wore once this year.) Teams wear white pants (or cream in the case of San Francisco and Philadelphia’s alternate uni) at home and gray on the road (powder blue having almost completely gone away), but after that …

    SportsLogos begin with the winningest, and losingest, uniform combinations in the baseball season before the All-Star break:

    Here’s some irony for you. During the 1970s …

    … early 1980s …

    … and later 1980s …

    … the Brewers wore two, and only two, uniforms: white at home, and gray, then powder blue, then gray uniforms on the road.

    Which makes it ironic that apparently Milwaukee is the uniform capital of Major League Baseball:

    Milwaukee has worn 10 different jerseys during the 2013 season, we’re not sure but that’s probably a record-breaking pace, however if they want to play good baseball (and let’s face it, this has not been their year) they should stick with the standards when playing at Miller Park.  For home games the Brewers are 12-7 when they wear white, 10-19 in anything other than white.  They’re a combined 0-5 when wearing special one-off jerseys, and a combined 0-6 when wearing anything other than their primary or alternate cap.  Keep it simple Milwaukee, it’s working better for the club when you do!

    Truth be told, this looks to me to be a couple uniforms short, because this graphic doesn’t include the Mexican …

    … German …

    … or Italian jerseys, which they may or may not be wearing this season.

    For what it’s worth, I’m not a fan of the Brewers’ look,  though it’s better than most of their previous looks. The name on the back and numbers are Times, last seen in your local newspaper. (Really.) The blue and gold color scheme was inherited from the Seattle Pilots, whose purchase and move to Milwaukee was so late in spring training that there was no time to design new uniforms. (The Milwaukee Braves, remember, were navy blue and red, and the literature from the late ’60s post-Braves pre-Brewers games held at County Stadium had Braves-color logos.) The colors were changed from royal blue and athletic gold (that is, yellowgold) to navy blue and metallic gold in 1994. (Green was added in ’94, only to disappear a few years later.)

    Brewers tradition is that, other than on special occasions for which jerseys are made, the starting pitcher gets to choose which uniform is worn that night. The gold jersey looks just awful. The blue jerseys look good, at least, and the Brewers are doing marginally better wearing the blue road jerseys than the dull gray uniforms. If the Brewers wanted to emulate an actual winning Wisconsin sports team, the answer is obvious:

    A team representing a town with German heritage should, you’d think, trot out the Old English/Germanish fonts. (Assuming they can find a legible one.) Too many baseball teams wear blue (including every iteration of the Brewers and Milwaukee Braves except apparently the pre-Braves Brewers), and blue is not a color one associates with beer anyway.

    In fact, if I were outfitting the Brewers, they might look like …

    Brewers beer colors… beer colors. The home unis are cream, because Milwaukee was known as the Cream City. Metallic gold looks like beer, and black looks like dark beer. The road pants are the tannish-gray San Diego used to wear. (You may be able to tell I quickly recolored this based on something I did several years ago, hence the player depicted.)

    Back to the hideous white pinstripes: The Cubs may have started the trend toward alternate jerseys because they unveiled these in the ’80s …

    … the decade in which the Cubs actually played postseason baseball. (Twice!) And then they got rid of them …

    … and returned to their usual ineptitude, until back came the blue jerseys …

    … and the Cubs won every half-dozen years or so.

    As for their crosstown rivals, after uniform choices ranging from uninspired …

    … to excessively contemporary …

    … the White Sox (not that you could tell their name from some of their uniform choices) finally settled on a look …

    … with which they finally won a World Series, and from which they should never deviate again. This look is great enough to almost make you forget the worst announcer in baseball. Almost.

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  • Presty the DJ for July 19

    July 19, 2013
    Music

    David Bowie might remember today for two reasons. In 1974, his “Diamond Dog” tour ended in New York City …

    … six years before he appeared in Denver as the title character of “The Elephant Man.”

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    • 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…
    • Steve TV: All Steve, All the Time
    • “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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