• How to ruin health care: ObamaCare

    April 2, 2012
    US business, US politics

    I don’t know who the Obama administration consulted when it created ObamaCare, but clearly it wasn’t people who have experience working in health care.

    Jessica Nickerson of Winneconne wrote this about the implications of ObamaCare becoming law. The views expressed are her own, but I agree with them:

    Do you know that more than half of Americans strongly oppose ObamaCare and favor its repeal? Why would our government pass legislation that more than half of us oppose? Who is our government looking out for: us or the party faithful?

    Our families and our economy cannot afford the cost of ObamaCare, or the impingement of our freedom of choice, that this legislation will instill. It is imperative that we vote this fall for legislators who will repeal it and will implement a plan that fosters competition and decreases regulations.

    Not only will ObamaCare affect the very fabric of our nation, it will drive up the costs of private insurance to the point that private payers will no longer be motivated to provide coverage.

    Currently, the Centers for Medicaid and Medicare Services (CMS) sets the payment rates to providers for services rendered to Medicare and Medicaid patients, which private insurers then utilize to set their own reimbursement rates. When ObamaCare takes effect, CMS, which has complete price control, will be able to lower reimbursement rates to a point that could make it unprofitable for private insurers to offer their products, ultimately requiring them to exit the market and making the public option for insurance the only choice.

    Currently, competition among private insurance companies leads to higher quality healthcare. Competition in the market requires insurance companies to find the best doctors, which increases patient visits, ultimately leading to greater profit. Profit drives insurance companies to improve processes and pay for procedures, drugs and services the patients want and need. If a consumer doesn’t like what services are covered, or the quality of care is undesirable, the consumer’s dollars are spent elsewhere.

    Another side effect of this legislation will be the reduced supply of quality physicians. Even though we’d like to believe that doctors practice medicine for completely altruistic purposes, the fact is that doctors make a huge investment into their education and ultimately expect, and deserve, a solid return. When the government lowers reimbursement rates to control costs, and competition no longer exists because private insurers have left the market, what monetary incentive is there to become a doctor? Many of our best and brightest physicians may choose a more financially rewarding career.

    Included in the ObamaCare plan is the mandate for employers to provide health insurance or face a “substantial” fine. The fine is predicted to be significantly less than the cost of insurance itself, so employers may opt to pay the fine, or lay off employees, as a way to save money. So will you really be able to stay with the insurance plan that you currently have through your employer, as President Obama has recited repeatedly since the beginning of his first presidential campaign? It doesn’t seem likely.

    Not only are employers mandated to provide insurance, individuals and families will also be liable for fines. The fine for an individual will be $695 and $2,085 for a family per year. Again, if the fine for not buying health insurance is significantly less than the cost to purchase insurance, individuals may choose the fine. We already see this happening with auto insurance mandates in states all across the country when the cost of the mandated auto insurance exceeds car owners’ ability to pay.

    From the standpoint of a healthcare facility, the demand for treatment will undoubtedly increase when ObamaCare is fully implemented. Right now, people with private insurance think twice about going to the emergency room, because they know they will have to make a large copayment. If the new public insurance is like our current Medicaid program, no copayment will be required for an emergency room visit.

    Do you think this will increase or decrease the usage of our emergency rooms? The answer is obvious. The increase in usage will lead to increased wait times for patients to see a doctor. The increased utilization would drive up costs, requiring the government to raise its revenue stream, which we all know is code for higher taxes. Let’s not forget the previous point that the supply of doctors may decrease due to a lowered financial incentive. That point, combined with increased utilization, will more than likely lead for the need to ration healthcare.

    A better option to Obama Care is the option offered by U.S. Rep. Paul Ryan (R–Janesville). For people currently on Medicare or older than 55, they will see no change from the current system. Americans younger than 55, in Ryan’s plan, will be given a voucher, based on the amount of money they make, to apply to whatever insurance plan they choose. We see vouchers working to improve school systems across America, and we should learn from their success.

    Allowing private insurers to compete across state lines, which would give all Americans equal access to the lowest rates, would drive down costs. Reducing regulations on the insurance industry, as well as within the insurance policies themselves, would also drive down prices. Allowing for the implementation of higher deductibles and lower coverage amounts, as well as further expansion of health savings account, is yet another alternative to ObamaCare.

    If you are OK with having the government decide which physician you must see and the treatments you are allowed to receive, then the ObamaCare plan is for you. However, if you want to be able to choose your physician, decide how best to spend your healthcare dollars, or at least be given the freedom to choose, than fight with all that you have to elect representatives that will overturn the current legislation this fall and replace it with a less regulated and more competitively-driven healthcare plan.

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  • Presty the DJ for April 2

    April 2, 2012
    media

    This must have been quite a concert at Shreveport Auditorium in Shreveport, La., today in 1955:

    The number one British single today in 1964:

    Today in 1965 was the premiere of the BBC’s “Ready Steady Goes Live”:

    The number one album today in 1971 was the late Janis Joplin’s “Pearl”:

    The number one British single today in 1977:

    Rumor has it the number one album today in 1977 was Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumours”:

    Birthdays start with one-half-hit wonder (or, put another way, half of a one-hit wonder) Serge Gainsbourg:

    Marvin Gaye:

    Leon Russell:

    Glen Dale sang and played guitar for the Fortunes:

    Kurt Winter of the Guess Who:

    Emmylou Harris:

    Leon Wilkeson played bass for Lynyrd Skynyrd:

    David Robinson of The Cars:

    Keren Woodward of Bananarama:

    Greg Camp of Smash Mouth:

    Three deaths of note today: Drummer Buddy Rich in 1987 …

    … Rob Pilatus, one half of Milli Vanilli, in 1998 …

    … and Edwin Starr in 2003:

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  • Presty the DJ for April 1

    April 1, 2012
    Music

    Today is April Fool’s Day. Which John Lennon and Yoko Ono celebrated in 1970 by announcing they were having sex-change operations.

    Today in 1972, the Mar y Sol festival began in Puerto Rico. The concert’s location simplified security — it was on an island accessible only by those with tickets.

    Today in 1985, David Lee Roth quit Van Halen.

    The number one single today in 2000:

    Birthdays begin with Rudolph Isley of the Isley Brothers:

    Phil Margo of the Tokens:

    John Barbata of Jefferson Starship:

    Ronnie Lane of the Small Faces and the Faces:

    Robin Scott of one-hit-wonder M:

    Jeff Porcaro played drums for Toto:

    Mark White played guitar and keyboards for ABC:

    Two deaths of note today: Marvin Gaye in 1984 …

    … and Paul Atkinson of the Zombies in 2004:

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  • Presty the DJ for March 31

    March 31, 2012
    media

    Today in 1949, RCA introduced the 45-rpm single to compete with the 33-rpm album introduced by CBS one year earlier. The first RCA 45 was …

    Today in 1964, the Beatles filmed a scene of a “live” TV performance before a studio audience for their movie “A Hard Day’s Night.”

    In the audience: Phil Collins.

    Today in 1967, Jimi Hendrix augmented his concert at The Astoria in London by burning his guitar for the first time.

    The number one album today in 1990 was David Bowie’s “Changesbowie”:

    Birthdays begin with Herb Alpert (who I saw at a 1970s Wisconsin State Fair playing on the front straightaway):

    Rodney Bainbridge played bass for the Fortunes:

    Jon Poulos played drums for the Buckinghams:

    Mick Ralphs played guitar for Mott the Hoople and Bad Company:

    Thiis Van Leer played organ and flute for Focus:

    Angus Young of AC/DC:

    Pat McGlynn of the Bay City Rollers:

    One death of note today in 1986: O’Kelly Isley, one of the Isley Brothers:

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  • Strike up the band

    March 30, 2012
    Music, Parenthood/family

    I never thought we had a very musical family, but apparently we do.

    Last weekend, our oldest son performed in Ripon Middle School’s “Another Op’nin’, Another Show,” a musical about musical opening numbers, ranging from “On the Town” to “The Lion King.”

    On Monday, Michael played trumpet and sang in the RMS band and chorus as part of the school district’s Music in Our Schools Month concert.

    Michael is either sitting in the band toward the back of the floor, or in the upper left bleachers.

    He’s just the most recent performer in the family. Earlier this month, Shaena performed in a Barlow Park concert, and Dylan sang in a Murray Park/Quest concert. (Apparently the Ripon Area School District takes Music in Our Schools Month seriously.)

    I guess I’m the musician, if you want to call me that, of longest standing in the house. I had five years in the University of Wisconsin Marching Band, and for the past few years I’ve played trumpet for various Masses at our church. (Including Palm Sunday and the Easter Vigil next Saturday. I’m supposed to lead the procession into the church, but it’s possible the rest of the congregation could head in the opposite direction if my play is particularly bad. I also play at what I call the It’s-Midnight-Somewhere Mass, which one year meant that the first thing I heard on Christmas morning was myself on the radio from the night before.)

    I play a retired UW Marching Band trumpet, and I still have the trumpet I played in high school, which was originally my father’s, or more accurately my father’s high school band director. Jannan played baritone in high school and at Ripon College, and sang in the San Juan City Choir during her pre-Peace Corps days in Puerto Rico. We do not have a baritone (at least not the musical instrument) in the house. Jannan does sing in church; as far as I was concerned, playing an instrument prevented me from having to sing.

    Perhaps it’s genetics. Readers know that my father was the piano player on southern Wisconsin’s first rock and roll band. My mother sang as part of the talent competition for the 1960 Miss Wisconsin USA pageant. They met because Mom was looking for someone to arrange piano for her competition. (The rest of the story of how they met involves a dentist, chicken soup, fish sticks and tires, but I digress …) My parents made me take several years of piano; I can’t play it anymore, but either I got perfect pitch from that, or I just have perfect pitch. I’m also a much better player-by-ear than a music-reader.

    Jannan and I had different, but similarly fulfilling, high school band experiences. The Lancaster High School band has marched for years in parade competitions. One of her fondest memories is of winning a parade in Belmont over their usual archrivals, Cuba City. (The irony is that we later lived in Cuba City.) The fact that early ’80s UW Marching Bands had members from Madison La Follette and Lancaster meant that, I believe, she and I once attended the same UW Band Day football game. (Neither of us remembers seeing the other, which happens when you have a couple thousand band members in a stadium with 60,000 or so people in it.)

    After three years in middle school band, I had one unremarkable year in freshman band. And then the new band director pushed me up into the top band at La Follette, the Wind Ensemble, instead of the middle-level band I was expecting. That ended my run of being a first-chair player, because the players in front of me were better than me. Wind Ensemble, though, was a revelation,  musically speaking. We played challenging pieces, including Gustav Holst’s suites in E flat …

    … and F …

    … Ralph Vaughan Williams’ “Folk Song Suite” …

    … and two pieces from this guy named Leckrone, “Permutations” and “Intrusions” (which he wrote for us):

    High school band was a more cool experience than I could describe. We were playing every day, and while practice is important (or so I’m told, not that I’m an example), there’s a difference between practicing by yourself and practicing with the entire group. Being at high school of 2,000 can be an isolating experience, but I had something in common with 150 at the school, particularly the 50 in Wind Ensemble. (Probably not surprisingly, three of my ex-girlfriends were in band.) Our director gave us a sheet about Holst’s Suite in E Flat that showed that the melody at the beginning was mirrored by a later melody that was upside down from the main melody.

    Not only did we have concerts to perform, including a cabaret-type evening in our Commons, but we got to go on tour — the Twin Cities one year, including the musical “Annie Get Your Gun” (along with staying in a hotel with dreadful Hawaiian music and a roommate who fancied himself a rapper), and Chicago the next year, including “Fiddler on the Roof.” (Which was part of Michael’s musical. So was the opening of “West Side Story,” a La Follette and UW Marching Band show, and “A Chorus Line,” which I played senior year at La Follette.) “Fiddler” was at the Marriott Lincolnshire Resort, an evening that followed an afternoon in the hotel pool with a guy who turned out to be Tevye.

    I could never have been described as an athlete in high school (which hasn’t changed in the nearly 30 years since then), and even when I was on athletic teams the attributes of athletic teams never sunk in sitting on the bench. I learned those in band — the necessity of preparation, practicing over and over and over again until you get it right, teamwork, the team being more important than you, and most importantly, the importance of performing well whether or not you get recognition for it.

    That’s why when I hear people talk about how the only important thing in school is the stereotypical academic subjects — math, English, science, etc. — I start looking for the old trumpet (which weighs more than a baseball bat after several layers of lacquer) to swing at their skulls. Extracurricular activities. including athletics and music, take up 1 to 2 percent of a school’s budget. In addition to the academic benefits, music builds self-esteem not by dubious self-psychology, but by accomplishment and public performance.

    Music is an exacting academic field. As the Children’s Music Workshop puts it, “In music, a mistake is a mistake; the instrument is in tune or not, the notes are well played or not, the entrance is made or not.” Performing well whether anyone’s watching was a staple of the UW Band in the bad old days of the ’70s, most of the ’80s and the early ’90s,  and I got good preparation for that marching pregames and halftimes of a football team that won nine games in four years. But beyond that, it was good preparation for a professional field that doesn’t include a lot of feedback, a field in which (like any other field of endeavor) it’s important to do good work whether or not anyone recognizes it.

    At some point after my UW Band days ended, I came to the realization that I preferred playing in concerts to watching them. I’ve only gone to a few UW Band concerts, and most of them have been outside of Madison, in smaller locations with less grandiose shows. I have not had the Walter Mitty moment of being called out of the crowed at a Chicago concert (I’ve been to three of them, the first with about half of the UW Band) to play.

    I had, however, a really neat experience at our church at the end of the All Saints Day Mass Nov. 6. Our priest asked me to play “When the Saints Come Marching In” for the recessional. I asked him how he wanted me to play it, and he only suggested I play as the spirit, or Spirit, moved me. So the first verse was straightforward, and then I swung into New Orleans jazz funeral mode as well as my limited playing and really limited improvisational skills could do. The reaction I got afterward demonstrated I succeeded.

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  • Happy Presteblogiversary to me

    March 30, 2012
    media

    I mentioned earlier this month that I started opinion-blogging four years ago.

    Saturday is the one-year anniversary of this blog, The Presteblog. Which started as a Blogger blog, then became a WordPress blog, then got the StevePrestegard.com domain.

    Which means that today is the one-year anniversary of the end of my employment with Marketplace Magazine and Journal Communications. Which, you’ll recall, prompted the creation of this blog.

    (The irony is that today I’m speaking at a Ripon elementary school’s Career Day. That is a better activity than what I was doing one year ago today.)

    A year ago tomorrow I wrote:

    I’ve been told, and it makes sense, that I should start a blog to maintain the discipline of writing. (Rust is a terrible thing, as anyone who owned a 1970s-era car should know.)

    And so, here begins, for an indeterminate amount of time, The Presteblog. The Presteblog is likely (though not certain) to read much like Marketplace of Ideas …  the opinion column and blog of Marketplace in the 10 years I was the editor of Marketplace. …

    The late Marketplace of Ideas blog was usually four days of business/political stuff (and in three years of daily blogging I certainly never lacked for material), along with what I called “Frideas,” on subjects that might be found in the Wall Street Journal’s Weekend Journal — which included everything from cars to pets to parenting to adult beverages to my sons’ Cub Scouting. We’ll see if I can maintain that schedule. …

    We’ll all see where this goes.

    I have more or less followed that format over the past year. (I violate it when the calendar doesn’t cooperate, such as when the 30th anniversary of your high school’s state boys basketball title occurs on a Tuesday.) Four days a week readers get my views, or others’ views with which I mostly agree, that lurch between conservative and libertarian. (And if you can’t come up with an opinion to express in this state these days, you shouldn’t be opinionating.) Fridays are the date for ruminations on all the aforementioned nonpolitical subjects and others, such as the one coming next hour.

    While some readers may conclude that I’m a doctrinaire right-winger and whatever the GOP does is perfect, actual readers know I do not believe that. The Democratic Party’s contribution to our country is overwhelmingly negative, but that doesn’t mean the Republican Party’s contribution has been always positive. (I think there are few members of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy in Wisconsin who criticize Gov. Scott Walker. I do, though probably not in areas of which Democrats would approve.)

    I try to be original in what I write, with others’ views to buttress and restate mine. I prefer facts and logical arguments to, calling, for instance, public employee union heads poo-poo heads. (However: Democratic U.S. Senate candidate Tammy Baldwin is a socialist. That’s not name-calling; that’s a fact, even if she won’t admit it.) There is enough on which to criticize President Obama without delving into conspiracy theories about his citizenship.

    If nothing else, the Presteblog has been a good exercise in the discipline of daily writing. When I started the Presty the DJ blogs, I began to combine Saturday and Sunday entries until they got too large. (And on some days the weekday blogs get large enough to make … the … page … very … slow … to … load …) I am often sitting in the living room at 1 a.m. finishing up tomorrow’s blog, and not always because this laptop is as the as slow as a Chevrolet Vega on bad gas.

    The irony is that daily journalism takes up the smallest space in the journalism portion of my career. In order of length, it’s 11 years of quadriweekly (?) business magazines, five years of weekly newspapers, and 7½ months of daily newspapers. And yet here I am with nearly a year of blogging every day, not just every weekday.

    This blog also got me onto Facebook, where I somehow have managed to accumulate 298 Friends. (I was on Twitter before, where I have 536 followers.) The person who advised me to switch from Blogger to WordPress also pointed out that Facebook has enough users to count as the third largest country on earth. (Irrespective of the double-counting thing, that is.) I got onto Facebook for networking and to promote this blog. The added bonus has been the number of people with whom I’ve gotten to connect, or reconnect, and in a few instances deconnect, as well as annoy with my disagreeable (to them) political views. I’m also on Google+, though I’m not sure why.

    I maintain my skepticism of social media as really being all that unique. It strikes me as merely another way to communicate, with its own particular characteristics, and its pluses and minuses, the latter including the inability to take back something you said or wrote that in retrospect could have been expressed better. Blogs, on the other hand, give one the opportunity to communicate — or, put another way, show off yourself — in multimedia, with photo, audio and video options:

    Blogs do, however, require you to promote your blog. This blog gets picked up every so often at wisopinion.com and wisupnorth.com. I also blog at RiponPress.com and at IBWisconsin.com, which give me new audiences to offend. And keeping up my reputation as a media ‘ho I will appear generally wherever someone will have me — “Sunday Insight with Charlie Sykes,” Wisconsin Public Radio, and even the lion’s den, the People’s Republic of Madison.

    For those interested, here are my top 10 blog entries in number of page views (not counting the home page, which always gets the most hits) since March 31, 2011, starting in David Lettermanesque fashion from number 10 (snare drum roll, please):
    10. “100 years (and one day) of our Chevrolets,” Nov. 4, 2011.
    9. “What’s the matter with Madison?“, Dec. 29, 2011.
    8. “Wisconsin – Madison = ?“, Dec. 13, 2011.
    7. “While riding in my Cadillac,” Dec. 30, 2011.
    6. “Foolish Absolute Liberal Kathleen,” Jan. 19, 2012.
    5. “A hairy subject, or face the face,” Nov. 18, 2011.
    4. “Unions vs. the facts, part deux,” Nov.  29, 2011.
    3. “Unions vs. the facts, or, Hiding in plain sight,” July 19, 2011.
    2. “Your Brewers/Badgers/Packers blog,” Oct. 3, 2011.
    And the number one Presteblog post of all time (that is, 365 days) (floor tom drum roll, please) …
    1. “When rhetoric goes too far,” Nov. 8, 2011.

    Obviously the older the blog entry is, the more hits it’ll get. It is interesting, though, that the oldest of the top 10 is eight months old, the second oldest is five  months old, and most are from November and December. And if you look at the list, my favorite subjects for others to read are state politics and the associated Recallarama crap, fall 2011 sports, facial hair, my ongoing verbal war with my hometown, and Cadillacs and Chevrolets. (Apparently all I need do to bump hits is to write about the logical next step from Occupy _______: Assassinations.)

    The odd thing about this is that I like doing this. I started the blogs when I returned to Marketplace to reach new audiences. I don’t have to be writing two separate blogs at 12:29 a.m. with a body heat-sucking cat in between me and the laptop, but I am. And I see from my blog software that people are actually reading this. As I’ve written before, negative comments are second in preference only to positive comments; the worst is to hear “You write? Never heard of you.”

    So The Presteblog continues for, as previously threatened, an indeterminate amount of time. We’ll all see where this goes.

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  • Presty the DJ for March 30

    March 30, 2012
    Music

    The number one single today in 1957 was the first number one rock and roll single to be written by its singer:

    The number one single today in 1963 …

    … which sounds suspiciously similar to a song released seven years later:

    The number one single today in 1985:

    The number one British album today in 1991 was the Eurythmics’ “Greatest Hits”:

    Birthdays begin with Rolf Harris:

    Graeme Edge played drums for the Moody Blues:

    Eric Clapton (and if you haven’t read his autobiography, you should):

    Jim Dandy of Black Oak Arkansas:

    Dave Ball of Procol Harum:

    Re Styles played guitar for the Tubes:

    Who is Stanley Kirk Burrell? You know him better as MC Hammer:

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  • A day at the farm show

    March 29, 2012
    US business, Wisconsin business

    The 52nd annual Wisconsin Public Service Corp. Farm Show is at the EAA Grounds in Oshkosh through this afternoon.

    Even though I’m not employed in an agriculture-related field, I make a point to go most years. I also go to what used to be called Farm Progress Days and now is called Farm Technology Days whenever it’s in the area. (This year it’ll be in Outagamie County July 17–19.) For that matter, one family highlight every March is the Ripon FFA Alumni Farm Toy Show. And one of the most interesting farm-related shows I’ve ever attended wasn’t a farm show, at least in name — the Midwest Renewable Energy Association’s Energy Fair, held near Amherst each June. That show could have been called the Alt Fair, since it combined not just alternative energy but alternative building and, yes, alternative, mainly “sustainable,” agriculture.

    The WPS Farm Show price is right (free plus $3 for parking). The food selection includes ribeye steak sandwiches, pork chop sandwiches, baked potatoes and cream puffs. There are also giveaways — for instance, recipe cards from the Wisconsin Milk Marketing Board — as well as an FFA silent auction and contests. (I chose not to enter the contest for free bull semen.)

    If you’re a gearhead, you should be able to appreciate the technology on display, including sprayers large enough to walk underneath.

    No, this is not a new model of crop duster.

    I admit to being more interested in cars than in other pieces of transportation, which doesn’t stop me from going to,  for  instance, the EAA AirVenture. (Which has a substantial collection of Ford vehicles, including Shelbys.) So imagine my surprise to see …

    … a real live Chevrolet Volt, the first I have ever seen. WPS had it there to promote electric vehicles, as an electric utility. WPS is driving a Volt in partnership with General Motors and the Electric Power Research Institute. Its results are supposed to be at www.wisconsinpublicservice.com/volt, though the site doesn’t appear to be up.

    (I didn’t drive the Volt, but my impression that it is inadequate for families remains. It seats four, not five, so we won’t be buying one. The front seat room was adequate, but the trunk doesn’t appear adequate. You may not know that because of the materials used for the gas tank, it requires premium fuel. Maybe you won’t use much, but when you do, you’ll be using the most expensive gas out there.)

    Going to farm shows always makes me pine for a pickup truck. I’ve never owned one, though I’ve driven a few, and I know owners of trucks. I don’t have a particular use for one, but, you know, a large Ford Super Duty 4×4 with a diesel engine and manual transmission might be fun to point in the direction of the next driver I see with an objectionable bumper sticker. (You can guess from reading this blog what I might find objectionable.)

    It makes sense for farm shows to have farm animals, particularly unusual ones:

    I asked the alpacas how they were enjoying the Farm Show. The brown one kept saying “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” and I can’t tell you what that means because I don’t speak alpaca. The white one kept eating the whole time. He must be related to me.

    Part of my interest in farming (beyond my interest in eating) may be my indirect farming heritage. My godfather was a farmer (though he worked full-time off the farm), and my grandfather owned a farm implement dealership and then sold farm implements on the road. (He owned a succession of Chrysler Corp. station wagons packed from behind the front seat to the tailgate to the roof with three-ring binders and folders of his stuff. Had he ever been rear-ended in his wagons, he would have been decapitated.) He would stay with us while attending the World Dairy Expo or other farm expos at the Dane County Exposition Center.

    Then after three years of living in Grant County, I married a farmer’s daughter; her father was a beef and dairy cattle farmer, and her brother now owns the farm. My mother-in-law has fed me farm food for more than 20 years — beef where you know the source, side pork (think of it as super-bacon), chickens the size of turkeys, elk, tongue, and other things I would not have been otherwise fed. The weight gain I’ve had since I met Jannan is a small price to pay, and as you know a waist is a terrible thing to mind.

    Obligatory photo of the official farm tractor of the in-laws.

    I think agriculture’s role is also underappreciated in the American economy and in Wisconsin specifically. Agriculture and farm equipment are two of the major exports of this state. You would have never gotten me to believe this 25 years ago, but I ended up doing a fair amount of ag reporting in my rural newspaper days, and I insisted on a yearly look at agriculture and food processing in my business magazine days. (My own experience in working agriculture is limited to manual labor tied to the farmer’s daughter’s gardening.)

    Other than parenting, farming is the most 24/7/365 job there is. Dairy cattle have to be milked twice or three times every day. Other farm animals have to be fed every day. Cows and pigs do not recognize vacation. Farmers get to deal with the weather’s being too cold or hot, too dry or wet, or any of those at a specific time in the growing season. Farmers are better off repairing their own equipment if they can, because given how much we pay to get cars repaired, one can only imagine the equivalent per-hour repair costs of tractors and combines. Wisconsin’s famous work ethic started with farmers.

    Farmers have to deal with everything businesses do, because farms are businesses, but they also get to deal with the various edicts of the state Department of Natural Resources, along with whatever idiocy the U.S. Department of Agriculture comes up with. (That is thanks to one of the worst U.S. Supreme Court decisions of all time, Wickard v. Filburn.) And if you wonder why food prices are going up this year, go down to your favorite gas station and look at the big digital numbers.

    One of the great unremarked-upon innovations of the American economy is the opportunity to eat foods formerly considered out-of-season all year. Last night I made salads of spinach and tomato, neither from a can. If you buy peaches or watermelon in February, they won’t be the quality of peaches or watermelon purchased in August, but I’m old enough to remember when they weren’t available at all outside their traditional seasons.

    My eyebrows start dropping in a scowl when I start hearing about the concept of farmland preservation well away from urban areas, because I think the purpose of farmland is misunderstood. Farms are factories, places where food is manufactured. Farms have become so efficient that much less farmland, and fewer farmers, are needed to feed more people, Americans and others. Farms are not there to prettify the rural landscape or to contribute to your sense of aesthetics. The people who have the most to lose by overgrazing or not otherwise taking care of their land is, duh, the farmers. (Not to mention their farm animals.)

    One of the most interesting stories I wrote in stint number two at Marketplace was about Northeast Wisconsin specialty farms, which included free-range beef, dairy and chicken farms. The meat I sampled from two of them was great. It was also considerably more expensive than what you get in your favorite supermarket. Of course, in a free-market society, you should be able to choose food based on your standards of quality and value.

    The WPS Farm Show was about farming (duh), but it was also about its sponsor. While farmers get to choose their suppliers for their inputs, the state Legislature chose not to give us the ability to choose our supplier of electric power and natural gas.

    There were displays about electrical safety and energy conservation (including one of the coolest in-state inventions of all time, the Orion Energy Apollo Light Pipe, a combination hemispheric skylight and light). It’s a bit ironic that a power company has a show that includes displays that promote using less of its product. There were also some “green energy” companies, mainly solar power firms.

    Except for those willing to pay the extra cost of “green energy,” users of electric power are agnostic about its source. Business runs on energy, whether it comes from coal, natural gas, nuclear power, wind power, solar power, hydropower, geothermal, biomass or whatever. Growing economies need more power, and will always need more power. Neither farmers nor anyone else enjoy the consequences of a non-growing economy.

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  • Presty the DJ for March 29

    March 29, 2012
    Music

    The number one British single today in 1963 may make you tap your foot:

    Today in 1966, Mick Jagger got in the way of a chair thrown onto the stage during a Rolling Stones concert in Marseilles, France.

    The title and artist are the same for the number one album today in 1969:

    The number six single today in 1973 got the band on …

    So as the song said, the members of Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show bought five copies for their mothers.

    The number one single today in 1975:

    Today in 1975, Led Zeppelin had all six of its albums among the top 100, including number one, “Physical Graffiti”:

    Today in 1980, Pink Floyd set a record for the longest stay in the album charts, 303 weeks, beating Carole King’s “Tapestry.”

    And “Dark Side of the Moon” was less than halfway through its 15 years — to be precise, 741 weeks —  on the charts.

    The number one single today in 1986:

    Today in 1996, two of the three members of the Teddy Bears filed suit against the third, Phil Spector, for not receiving royalties from reissues of their number one single:

    Birthdays begin with Chad Allen of the Guess Who:

    Who is Evangelos Papathanassiou? You know him better as Vangelis:

    Speedy Keen played drums and sang for Thunderclap Newman:

    Bobby Kimball of Toto:

    Patty Donahue sang for the Waitresses …

    … who recorded my favorite Jewish Christmas song:

    One death of note today in 1985: Jeanine Deckers, the Singing Nun:

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  • The consequences of your signature

    March 28, 2012
    media, Wisconsin politics

    Whoever came up with the idea to put the Scott Walker recall petitions at IVerifytheRecall.com might be in line for some kind of journalism award.

    If the website accomplished nothing else, it helped demonstrate the lack of knowledge within the state’s news media — or at least those caught signing the petition to recall Walker or one of the Republican state senators  — about the state Open Records Law. (Which during my entire professional  lifetime and at least a decade before that has been the sword journalists use to strike against those in state and local government who don’t want the public to know what they’re doing. The irony level is off the charts.)

    It also may have demonstrated that either many people who work for media organizations haven’t read their employer’s code of ethics, or those media organizations haven’t explained their codes of ethics to their employees very well. (Journalism codes of ethics were devised out of the belief that journalism is a public endeavor, and out of the reality that journalism is the only line of work specifically protected by the First Amendment.)

    There is also a third option, and I’m surprised no one has mentioned this before. Perhaps the media types who signed the petitions signed thinking they were helping their employer. A gubernatorial recall means months and months of stories, and, even better, millions of dollars of advertising, hopefully with their employer! (Any media company with Wisconsin operations that is not making buckets of money this year needs to replace its entire sales staff.)

    I’m not sure into which category Rob Starbuck of WISC-TV in Madison fits, but he is the latest media person whose signature has been discovered by Media Trackers:

    After Media Trackers first reported the signings, Colin Benedict, news director for WISC-TV, told Media Trackers that when he learned of the events he immediately “took action” and made sure “additional steps” were implemented in the newsroom process to prevent conflicts of interest in political reporting. “I directed that [Starbuck] not participate in any interviews related to the recall elections,” he said. Benedict also clarified that the signing was in violation of the station’s policy for newsroom employees.

    Finding broadcasters on the recall petitions is more of a challenge because many of them don’t use their real names on the air. That’s usually not the case with print, which was how Boots and Sabers (H/T: Wis U.P.  North) is able to pass on this from the Wisconsin State Journal:

    Wisconsin State Journal editors learned this week that six staff members signed petitions calling for the recall of Gov. Scott Walker.

    Five of the six signed a petition on Nov. 15, 2011, the first day the documents were circulated, and just before an internal memo from State Journal editor John Smalley reminded staff members of the newspaper’s policy against such activity, based on a long-standing code of ethics.

    “We were surprised and disappointed,” Smalley said of finding the staff members’ names by searching a database of signatures at iverifytherecall.com. “We apologize to our readers for the lapse in judgment by several staff members.” …

    Smalley said the newspaper considers signing a petition of any kind a violation of the company’s ethics policy. A portion of the code reads: “Participation in public affairs or events that may leave the impression that news judgment is being influenced by activism is prohibited.”

    I don’t know what WISC’s or its parent company’s employee manual states, but for a media person to sign a petition violates the Society of Professional Journalists’ Code of Ethics:

    Journalists should be free of obligation to any interest other than the public’s right to know.
    Journalists should:

    — Avoid conflicts of interest, real or perceived.
    — Remain free of associations and activities that may compromise integrity or damage credibility.

    When a journalist puts his or her name on a public document that advocates a partisan or otherwise political activity, the journalist has violated both of those points. That is whether the petition is for or against a Democrat, Republican or nonpartisan candidate, or a referendum. WISC is based in Madison, but non-Madisonians and non-Dane County residents watch WISC too. WISC’s viewers have good reason to wonder whether WISC has been fairly covering the Recall _____ movement.

    Those claiming that journalists’ political activities are protected by the First Amendment are the same people who would be screaming bloody murder had Starbuck signed a petition advocating the recall of Walker’s predecessor, Democrat James Doyle. (Particularly in the People’s Republic of Madison.) And anyone who claims they signed petitions only so people got a chance to vote is telling a tall tale. Anyone who signed the Walker recall petition opposes Walker and wants him out of office.

    That certainly applies to elected officials who signed the Walker petitions, particularly those who do not have a D after their name. The list of signers include Madison Mayor Paul Soglin. (And apparently nearly every other Madison elected official.) Let’s say you’re a Madison resident who is known to be a conservative, and you have a problem with the city. Think you’re going to get a fair shake from Comrade Soglin and his apparatchiks? (The answer to which could be: You mean now, or since 1973?)

    Appearance matters. The judges who signed the petition were wrong because they now appear to be biased. Starbuck and the Gannett 25 were wrong to sign because they now appear to be biased. All of them have damaged their own credibility by signing. In the court of public opinion, they’re now all guilty until they prove otherwise. The First Amendment does not protect you from the consequences of your actions, including exercising your First Amendment rights.

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