• The answer is: “No”

    June 25, 2012
    US business, US politics

    Investors Business Daily channels its inner Ronald Reagan, who famously asked before the 1980 presidential election:

    A Bloomberg poll out this week purports to find that “Americans say they’re better off since Obama took office.” Don’t believe it. Fact is that by most measures, Americans have fallen behind under Obama. …

    Here are the facts:

    More unemployed: As of May, there were almost 700,000 more people out of work than in January 2009, and the unemployment rate is higher — 8.2% vs. 7.8%. There are also 2.7 million more long-term unemployed — those who’ve been out of work for 27 weeks or more, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics.

    More discouraged workers: The number of “discouraged workers” — people who believe no job is available — is still 100,000 bigger than when Obama took office. There are also more people working part-time because they can’t find full-time jobs, and millions more who aren’t in the labor force at all.

    Lower weekly earnings: BLS data also show that real median weekly earnings have dropped 3% during Obama’s time in the White House.

    Less household income: Aside from a few upward blips along the way, real median household income has declined steadily under Obama, and is almost 10% below where it stood in January 2009, according to the latest report from Sentier Research.

    Lower home prices: The price of existing-home sales has dropped 2.5% in real terms, according to the National Association of Realtors.

    More misery: This index — which combines inflation and unemployment — is up 26% under Obama.

    Greater income inequality: Obama likes to talk endlessly about fairness and complain about the growing income gap. But to the extent that it matters, income inequality has gotten much worse under Obama. …

    And this is to say nothing of the massive debt that Obama has piled up which, as we pointed out Wednesday, could hamper growth for years to come.

    Now, of course, Obama likes to blame President Bush for these lousy results. But the truth is that the recession ended five short months after Obama was sworn in — and long before most of his “stimulus” had been spent.

    Plus, if history is any guide, the deep 2007-09 recession should have been followed by an even more powerful recovery. Had Obama’s recovery been merely average, there would be millions more with jobs today.

    The problem is that Obama’s growth-choking policies have produced the worst economic recovery on record. And the sluggish growth over the past three years hasn’t been enough to lift most people’s boats, but has caused them to sink even further.

    The Wall Street Journal’s Dan Henninger adds:

    If for the next five months the president and Mitt Romney spoke of nothing other than economic growth—on the stump, in their debates, in their sleep—this election would be the best $2 billion “investment” of campaign funds that Citizens United ever enabled. Get the growth choice right, and we’ll be ok. Get it wrong and your kids will be talking Australia emigration.

    Right now, with growth stuck below 2%, we’re toast. With strong growth at 3% or better, there will be jobs. With long-term growth, Medicare, debt and the rest of the horribles that keep worrywarts awake at night are solvable. With strong growth, the U.S. will not have to cede world leadership prematurely to whichever Chinese functionary slugs his way to the top of their heap. With strong growth, your college graduate can move out of the house. With normal American growth, Europe may be irrelevant but it won’t die, and a U.S. president won’t look oddly small talking to the Vladimir Putins of the world. …

    Put differently, this is a substance election. It’s not about whether one “likes” Barack Obama or can’t warm to Mitt Romney. Voters have to pick two competing growth models, which means paying attention to what the candidates are saying about economic growth. …

    It’s true the Obama Cleveland speech had many familiar rhetorical distortions. One of the most revealing, though, is that “Governor Romney and his allies in Congress believe deeply in the theory that . . . the best way to grow the economy is from the top down.”

    Whatever that may mean, more interesting is the Obama counter-theory found here, what he calls “our North Star—an economy that’s built not from the top down, but from a growing middle class.”

    There is no theory anywhere in non-Marxist economics that says growth’s primary engine is a social class. A middle class is the result of growth, not its cause. Barack Obama not only believes in class-based growth but has built his whole growth strategy around it.

    One word appears nowhere in the 53-minute Obama speech on economic growth: “capital.” Human, financial, whatever. Capital dare not speak its name. …

    If Mr. Romney hopes to win what Barack Obama is rightly calling a defining growth election, the governor will have to refute in detail the president’s notions of how growth happens and then explain to voters the real-economy alternative.

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  • Presty the DJ for June 25

    June 25, 2012
    Music

    There seems to be a blue theme today, starting with the first birthday,  Harold Melvin, who had Blue Notes:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2axbXDjYqA

    Carly Simon:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeOqD3uMIRs

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQep8jZJC2o

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  • Presty the DJ for June 24

    June 24, 2012
    Music

    Proving that there is no accounting for taste, I present the number six song today in 1972:

    Twenty years later, Billy Joel got an honorary diploma … from Hicksville High School in New York (where he attended but was one English credit short of graduating due to oversleeping the day of the final):

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  • Presty the DJ for June 23

    June 23, 2012
    Music

    Today in 1956, perhaps the first traffic safety song, “Transfusion,” reached number eight:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtzKr7ERmXE

    Today in 1975 was not a good day for Alice Cooper, who broke six ribs after falling off a stage in Vancouver:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qga5eONXU_4

    Today in 1979, the Knack released “My Sharona”:

    The short list of birthdays starts with Myles Goodwin of April Wine …

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ag28ZbFgu7o

    … and ends with Joey Allen of Warrant:

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  • Big brother

    June 22, 2012
    Parenthood/family

    Last weekend, I kept a yearly appointment, though I was a couple of weeks late.

    Every Memorial Day weekend for the past several years, we’ve visited Resurrection Cemetery in Madison. It is the final earthly resting place for my older brother, who died of a brain tumor at 23 months old, 14 months before I was born.

    We didn’t get there Memorial Day weekend. I didn’t get there until Friday night, stopping there on the way from Platteville to Ripon for the weekend. (In time to go to Beaver Dam to watch three 9-year-old baseball games, but that’s another story.)

    The family’s first Michael is buried in a part of Resurrection Cemetery where very young children from the early ’60s were buried. He is actually one of the oldest to be buried there. Several died the day of their birth. A set of twins are buried next to each other; one died the day of his birth, and the other lived a week. Some died the same year as their birth; others lived a year or so.

    There is a lot of pain in that part of the cemetery, though not necessarily among those who are buried there. Thinking of children preceding their parents in death is bad enough. Imagine being in the ’60s, where medical science is not nearly as advanced as it is now, and looking forward to the birth of your child, only to be preparing for his or her funeral right after his or her birth.

    Given those advances in prenatal medical science, one can conclude that many of them could have been at least diagnosed with and possibly even treated for whatever killed them, even for a congenital or pre-birth problem. Michael died of a brain tumor. Had a similar situation occurred today, MRIs and CT scans would be able to diagnose a brain tumor. Treatment could at least have been tried, though certainly with no guarantee of success. Even today you hear of instances where someone goes to the doctor not feeling well, gets diagnosed with a terminal  illness, and dies shortly afterward. Apparently it’s just their time to go.

    The plain nature of their gravestones makes one think they were the children of young, and thus probably not wealthy, parents. You can’t tell whether they were first children, as Michael was, or whether they had brothers and sisters. (Imagine telling your child that the brother or sister he or she thought was coming home from the hospital wasn’t coming home from the hospital.) Some of the gravestones don’t have first names, only “Infant” or “Baby.” Two of our three had names before they were born; it’s hard to imagine a child being born and dying without a first name, though perhaps that was more common in those days.

    Do the math from the second paragraph, and you know that all I know about our children’s Uncle Michael is what I’ve been told about him. The same applies to my maternal grandfather, who died of a heart attack in the late 1940s, and my paternal grandmother, who died of a stroke before her 50th birthday.

    I am, therefore, either my parents’ second son, or son number 1B, if you want to put it that way. I was raised as the oldest child, which is more significant than actual birth order.

    I had a rather negative reaction to finding out that I had an older brother. I’m not sure why, but it (stupidly) made me conclude for some time that I had been adopted. It wasn’t because of discontent with my parents. When you’re in the middle of your middle school years (and middle school sucked), you don’t notice that facially you look like your mother or that you have the same body type as your father and his father. My mother had told me that they had really wanted children and had actually started the adoption process, so I guess there’s some logic in wrongly concluding that they were keeping your adoption secret from you. That was also a time when the common belief was that the parents of someone who was adopted were that person’s birth parents, not the parents who chose to raise an adopted child.

    (The irony is that I’ve thought — on occasions other than those when I conclude our three children were between one and three too many — that if we ever won Powerball or MegaMillions one thing that would be worth doing is adopting more children. In addition to cursing even more people with having to pronounce and spell Prestegard, it would be amusing to have in the family a black Prestegard, or a Latino Prestegard, or an Asian Prestegard.)

    I have occasionally wondered what not having been the oldest child would have been like. The oldest stereotypically is, or is supposed to be, or is required to be, more responsible than his or her siblings. (Who might look upon their oldest sibling as being “bossy.”) Michael would have been 50 this year, so his younger brother probably would have sent him a nasty birthday card for the occasion. I wonder how many things I would have done because he did them. (There is athletic talent in my family, just not with me.) I look at our sons Michael and Dylan, and wonder if I would have been the drawing-attention-to-myself comedian-in-training that is the middle-child stereotype.

    Older siblings are supposed to set an example (their parents prefer a positive example) for their younger siblings. I obviously can’t speak from experience, but I suspect younger siblings sometimes resent their older siblings for what the older brothers and sisters were able to do but the younger ones couldn’t. The converse is that older siblings probably feel like their parents didn’t let them get away with things that weren’t such a big deal in their parents’ later years.

    From this father’s perspective, I think the oldest child is most difficult because parenting is very much something learned by experience, and everything that happens to him or her is being experienced by his or her parents for the first time. When your second or third child presents you with the toxic-waste-dump diaper, or refuses to go to sleep, you’ve dealt with that before.  Everything with your first child is a first, such as the throwing-up-every-half-hour-for-six-hours stomach ailment. (Our Michael is the only person on the planet to have pulled at his father’s back hair while his father was trying to sleep.)

    The same Richland Center cemetery where my grandmother is buried is also the final resting place for my uncle, Gabriel, who died shortly after birth of spina bifida. I believe my grandfather had a brother who died too early as well. Child mortality rates have dropped considerably in the past century, but that is a family trait that should not be passed on.

    We named our first child for my brother. There is something life-affirming about your kids running around while you do whatever you’re supposed to do at a gravesite. They weren’t there last week; it was just me and a few other people visiting other gravesites on a steamy Madison early summer evening.

    Most Christians believe they will meet loved ones who have preceded them to Heaven. That makes me wonder: When I get there, in addition to grandparents, aunts and uncles and friends, will I meet 23-month-old Michael? I say hello to babies now, and the reaction I generally get from their face is: Who the hell are you? It’s hard to imagine having an adult conversation with a 2-year-old,  but as you’ve probably figured out by now from this blog, that’s how my brain works.

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  • Presty the DJ for June 22

    June 22, 2012
    Music

    Today in 1959, along came Jones to peak at number nine:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-timQghfQI

    Today in 1968, here came the Judge to peak at number 88:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpriYHFENno

    Today in 1985, Glenn Frey may have felt the “Smuggler’s Blues” because it peaked at number 12:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zhk5770-TZo

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  • Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors

    June 21, 2012
    media, Wisconsin politics

    This has been an earworm …

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOQI2-4vkCQ

    … ever since I wrote this week’s Platteville Journal column, from which I excerpt one sentence:

    The Open Meetings Law was never designed to allow elected officials to duck out of the public’s eye when being in public is personally inconvenient, or exposes them as being one person in public and someone else in private.

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  • It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take

    June 21, 2012
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    IB Wisconsin’s David Blaska has advice that, like mine, is unlikely to be heeded by the Democratic Party:

    I have been looking for signs that adherents of the Democratic party have learned the lessons of the great Wisconsin Recall debacle, which failed to remove the governor from office but instead catapulted Scott Walker to national acclaim.

    I have sifted the rubble of the June 5 election and its aftermath for evidence that our liberal/progressive adversaries have picked up a clue, bought a vowel, taken the hint. So far, the pickings have been leaner than a vegan bicycle racer at a Texas barbecue.

    B+ Dave Cieslewicz. So often, simple is best. (K.I.S.S., anyone?)

    “We lost because they like the other guy better,” the former Madison mayor writes. “The public isn’t buying what Democrats have to offer and it’s time we stopped whining about it and complaining about how stupid our customers are.” True, that. …

    You’re right that people in un-Madison (which is to say, the rest of Wisconsin) don’t chant much outside the occasional monastery. But you sell language too short, for a would-be blogger. Language is a means of conveying ideas. Substitute the word “ideas” and you’ve got it: “In politics ideas matter, and the ideas of the Left don’t resonate … .”

    Advocating a total ban on handguns, as you did a couple of months ago, fer instance, ain’t going to cut it. You either trust The People to make good decisions or, like New York’s Mayor Bloomberg, you infantilize them in the nanny state. People are either causative agents or helpless victims, dependent on government sustenance, like Barack Obama’s “Julia.” …

    D — Marty Beil/Mary Bell. (Can you prove they’re not one and the same person?) Announce that “The Kathleen” Falk is Big Labor’s candidate without consulting their members. Throw $5 million of their dues at her doomed candidacy, drive to Milwaukee to diss the eventual Democrat(ic) nominee. Whoever said Big Labor is top down, tone deaf and out of touch?

    When some AFSCME members attempt a coup, Marty responds, with typical grace, “I’m sure there’s some Monday morning quarterbacking going on. There’s a whole bunch of people who all of sudden become political experts.”

    Compared to your sorry performance, Marty Bell, so are the baggers at that DeForest grocery.

    D — Little Man Tate. Chairman of the State Party. Openly hopes that the governor of Wisconsin is sent to prison. Statesmen need not apply! I’ll believe the party of my youth is on the mend when it fires spokes mouth Graeme Zielinski, lifetime winner of PolitiFact’s PantsOnFire Award. A little civility, Democrats, wouldn’t hurt. Go to that DeForest supermarket and watch how no one is cutting ahead in line and everyone pays their own way. (Send Mike the bill!) …

    F — John Nichols. Need I say more? Well, O.K., if you insist.

    Encouraged the Siege of the Capitol, ignored its inevitable excesses (Pink Dress Guy, Segway Boy, the Walker Stalkers), campaigned for the recall more fervently than Tom Barrett, cried racism in a crowded theater, and wrongly predicted “the only people who buy the argument that Walker is a safe bet to win are national pundits who have not been near Wisconsin.” Are we forgetting the Marquette Law School poll and its director, UW-Madison prof. Charles Franklin? Or does it not fit your narrative? Now holds that the stupid electorate was fooled by Citizens United. Price check in aisle 3, John!

    F-minus — Matt Rothschild. Openly eschews the ballot box in favor of mob rule.  Teamsters should shut down the Interstate highway system, “Every union in the state could have caught the blue flu.” (The link, here.) Yeah, that would work. Not!

    Even Dale Schultz would call out the National Guard.

    Wobblies like Comrade John and Matt Rothschild are weighing down the Democrat(ic) party. Wisconsin, indeed, America, does not want to look like Greece. We want to live within our means. We do not resent success, we aspire to it. The private sector is not doing “just fine.” Hiring more government workers and giving them better compensation than sustainable in the private sector is voodoo economics. People are not stupid, they can sift and winnow their way through the political advertising just fine.

    We’ll take the Tea Party, you can have Mr. Ed, Jesse Jackson and Hippie Bongstocking. (MacIver has the full video interview. “It’s so difficult being an anarchist in America,” she laments. Try being a taxpayer, Ms. Bongstocking. Hilarious!)

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  • Presty the DJ for June 21

    June 21, 2012
    Music

    Today in 1982, Paul McCartney released “Take It Away”:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9s950VfMxA

    Birthdays today start with the great Lalo Schifrin:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9XO85CF2d4

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-E2u7W_yqQ

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWQRjH-Ibbc

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  • Insanity, November 2012 edition

    June 20, 2012
    US business, US politics

    Albert Einstein famously defined insanity as doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results.

    Does this mean those who voted for Barack Obama in 2008 and vote for him again in 2012 are insane? No. Only wrong.

    U.S. Sen. Ron Johnson (R–Wisconsin) might suggest those who vote for Obama a second time are insane if they expect a different second term from his first:

    After adding more than $5 trillion to the national debt, it would be refreshing for Obama just to admit the truth – it didn’t work – and that he will try a fresh approach to strengthen our economy and fix what’s broken in Washington. Instead, he insists on staying the course. Does America really want to double down on his policies and accept four more years mired in the economic doldrums?

    When the president was inaugurated, he promised to cut the deficit in half. Instead, government has grown and the deficit has increased. The United States will add $5.3 trillion in debt during Obama’s four-year term, driving our debt to over $16 trillion. Every American’s share of that debt has ballooned from almost $33,000 in 2008 to over $50,000 today. The president calls these trillions of dollars in deficit spending an “investment.” It’s fair to ask what all this borrowing has bought us.

    The Federal Reserve just reported that between 2007 and 2010, families’ median net worth fell by nearly 40%. This is a depressing reality. And the Obama administration has no plan to reverse these enormous losses. Unemployment is on the rise. And while the White House boasts of creating 4 million private-sector jobs, the working-age population has grown by 6 million. We’re losing ground. Hard-working Americans are being left behind.

    The problem is not a reduction in government payrolls. The federal workforce has grown under this administration. Between 2007 and 2010, total federal wages and benefits increased by about 13%, while wages and benefits in the private sector fell by 6%. Nobody wants to underpay government workers for their efforts, but we simply cannot afford to overpay them. Governments at all levels need to benchmark public-sector compensation against that of the private sector.

    My counterpart on Wisconsin Public Radio Friday suggested one reason for the slow recovery was a decrease in public-sector employment. With all due respect to the contributions of police, firefighters, teachers and other government employees, their contributions to the economy are set off by the costs that employing them takes out of the economy in taxes. The only way the economy will improve to a recognizable recovery and noticeable economic growth will be through the  private sector:

    Wisconsin and America cannot afford another four years of increasing debt and growing government. Yet that is all Obama knows, and it is all he is able to offer. We need leadership to reduce the rate of growth of government spending and leadership that recognizes that growing government is not the solution; growing the private sector is.

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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…
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    • 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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