Griff.....

  

He was a kind and gentle soul. A wanderer in the mysteries of the cosmos. A polymath in life and living. A maestro in communication. A skilled professional in a storybook path of careers. He was the kind of person you wanted to be around.

I met Griff in the air studio of WNAP in 1969. I’d heard he was the guy who had spent a few years in San Francisco. Since the “Summer of Love” it was the west coast capitol of new music and culture. 

He was the morning man on one of the first pioneering FM rockers in the country, and I was the hard news guy from the front of the building and a 50 thousand watt AM radio giant “The Voice of News…”

Griff was hip, music wise, and the first person I heard use the word karma in conversation.  He had prowled San Francisco music and hippie culture on weekends. During the week he was on duty at Alameda Naval Air, on the bay. His desk looked across the bay and the bridge to San Francisco. It also oversaw the flag-drapped caskets of Viet Nam casualties on their return to the US. 

He had a cool and a depth. It was a time for being real. Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy has been gunned down just months before, cities were burning, the war claimed hundreds of kids every month, “flower power,” “power to the people,” “Black power” and the “Generation Gap” were pushing America to places it had never been. In the midst of this, Griff was the master of music mixes that weaved moods, stories, and painted realities that became an escape, or a ride through it all. I was to be the voice that brought news to the new and alternative consciousness and psychographic. 

Griff was the guru, the music director of a band of young radio artists and personalities who understood the zeitgeist was changing, and they would be change agents. 

I was just back from Europe where bride Lana and I spent a few months, she indulging my attempt to pick up the trail of Daniel Cohn-Bendit  “Danny the Red.”  He had been the leader of the student uprisings in France months before and was on the run. There were still signs of the strikes and riots all around Paris and on the Left Bank where we stayed. I wanted to interview “Danny La Rouge” and we got close in Germany, in the anti-war and radical sub culture of music, protest, disco and free form political theater. London, Rome, Berlin were all engaged as Radio Luxembourg and the on-ship pirate radio stations were muscled up “pied pipers” leading millions of boomers into a new land of self-awareness.   

The WNAP air staff was a generation and culture away from WIBC the traditional and legacy powerhouse. Truth is, some of the front of the building didn’t understand, nor like the idea of long-haired freaks in the back. 

I still chuckle, some thought it was "illegal or unholy" to play album rock on the FM band. In practicality, Griff and I were to be the “peace negotiators,” the experiment of fusing through generational and cultural divides. It was a slam dunk. 

We hit it off immediately. A plus was Lana. He was impressed she had been so adventurous as to drive through East Germany into Berlin at the height of the cold war and at a time when people were still being shot on the wall. He thought I was a good judge of people. AND she made clothing bands wore when performing under dark and strobe lights, at a time of psychedelic music and light shows. In that Lana made me, a non-musical, overly serious street reporter “news guy” more acceptable to the Mr. Cool. 

            Griff liked that I was a writer. He had been a South Bend Tribune police beat reporter just out of school. I had done the same thing in Muncie. Both were tough mid-western cities quickly becoming part of the “rust belt” and we shared a sobering look at life through the lens of homocides, fires, car crashes, drownings, and the mayhem of a city. He also thought it was great I did yoga!

            This piece of the story, this relationship nexus, the foundation of a friendship, is important because Griff and I understood it was cool to improvise, invent, create and let a new radio style develop naturally. It was that process that seeded the friendship, a mutual respect that lasted for 56 years.

            In those days a radio newscast was a formal and highly produced event at the top of the hour and in peak listening hours on the half hour. It involved a big sounder or theme, maybe drums or teletype,  a deep voiced announcer, announcing the start, something to set it apart. We were answering the muse of the counter culture and turned it into a casual, conversational, informal and very contemporary flow of information. We covered different items too; the environment, nutrition, science, art, music business, spirituality, and counter culture politics. It was different, it was new, it was successful and more importantly it’s how he and I talked with each other for the next half a century.  Pick a topic, we could riff, and build a kind of rhythm and converse  all around the cosmos. There was hardly anything we did not find interesting, except violence, of any sort. We were peace lovers about everything in life. 

            We continued to converse like that even when our careers took us in different directions.

            Griff was simply a genius communicator. As a DJ he was an “artist.”  With those “great pipes” he was always in demand as a voice over talent for commercial and production companies.

            Producers of “big event” live coverage of award banquets or shows loved him because with all the chips on the line, millions of dollars invested, the manic activity of multiple cameras, and all the vagaries of live television, he was the cool and polished voice in the booth that smoothly talked its way into the big show, all the while a director in his ear giving him a count down.

            

            He and Jacque published a weekly culture and entertainment news paper from Broad Ripple Village. It was pitch perfect for the time. 

 

His love of music took him on a path where he produced records. It’s a technical art that is a highly complex mastery of sound and performance.  

Even in retirement out here on the central coast he could never attend a live music show without making some suggestion about the sound mix. We’ve been lucky to have troubadours Jill Knight and Eric Williams “score” the life of people here for the better part of 2 decades. I can’t count how many times we have seen and heard them. These great artists listened to Griff.

 

            He knew many major artists and some were friends. He gained their friendship when he spent time on the road as a show promoter’s producer. He’d get to the big arena a day ahead of the concert and go to work with lighting and sound techs, unions, transportation teams, manage how and when the unload and set up would occur. He’d work with caterers, law enforcement and crowd control and  local officials. He managed the process. Everyone from big star to roadies appreciated his skill and loved his personality.

 

        From the beginning he loved high speed Indy car racing. He began volunteering around the track, got to know who’s who and how things worked and eventually became an owner in a team of owners that ran one of Indy’s great and historic winning teams. One of his partners was quarterback of the Indianapolis Colts, “Captain Comeback” Jim Harbaugh, who has since gone on to be a championship coach in college and the NFL. Another partner is now President of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. They were a class operation.

            Griff’s specialty was communication, image, training drivers on tv and interview skills, making promotional pieces, engaging sponsors. When the league moved to including night time races on the circuit Griff researched and tested until he found a way to paint the car’s surface so that is glowed, or shone on camera under the lights. Needless to say everyone else wanted to know his secret.

            He loved the Indy 500, maybe as much as anyone, ever. 

On race day, when he could no longer be in the pits, he’d set himself up at home. He’d have earphones, a lap-top, the television on, had dialed in to get the frequency of the team’s radio link to the driver and their track spotters. Who else ever did that?

            He was one of a kind.

            About 5 years ago he was given a diagnosis that gave him odds to live 12, maybe 18 months. He continued to live with enthusiasm and joy. He had setbacks to be sure, but his spirit was exemplary. Over and over friends would be “amazed”  at “how unbelievable and incredible” “you’d never know!” He didn’t like to dwell on the illness, he was more interested in others and whatever was on their mind.

            I was fortunate to spend even more time with Griff in the last few years. We’d drive to blood draws or lab work and always worked a late breakfast or lunch. Up and down Highway 1, the Pacific gleaming or rolling in and we remembered the people and events and our common history. We also talked about the future, the unknown. He always gave tribute to his “Queenie” Jacque, for keeping him alive, being his case manager and advocate. 

            He had an indomitable spirit, an Irish zest and love for all things. In the tough last months, he cherished his orchids, purchased a Nikon-he was an extraordinary shooter-they adopted a new family member, Luna, a rescue dog, and he was thinking how he might set up a small solar array to feed an emergency battery. 

            He did not want to leave this life, but he was excited about what kind of adventure the next chapter would be. A couple of weeks ago he told me it felt like “his body was changing.” He said  “it was odd, I feel like it’s in transition.”

I asked him “are you going to be a pupa or butterfly?”

It was the biggest chuckle I’d heard in months. “Oh, that’s a good one, that really is!” He smiled.

            Eventually a killing illness took his body from him and he courageously labored until he just slipped away in his deep sleep. 

But that indominable spirit? Well, Griff had been a hot air balloonist, and he built and flew a small airplane. He loved to go up, especially in the vintage planes and racers. I like to think that spirit is in free flight, attached to big smile.  Wow!

See you down the trail.

Returning

  There are special places in most of our lives. Returning is like going back to a source. It is that way for us in Big Sur.

            It's been a couple of years since we've been able to hike into a redwood forest where the hook of California was set in our heart over 50 years ago.

            Pacific storms, years of closure of the magical Highway 1, and fire damage  kept us from a camp and hiking trail that has marked the turns of our life. 

            In our early years there were the camping trips, the great joy of friendship around the campfire and exploring the wilderness. Our first trips were to a private reserve before it became a state park. It was a cosmos away from the pressures of a newsroom and deadlines and urban life.

            As our family grew, our daughters grew up hiking into the forest on our visits. Each visit would add a layer of memory of their growth, friends and California dreaming.

            Once we became Californians, we were here, often. Our home is an enchanting hour away. But we've not been back  for a while and we were more than eager to return.

              The road and the hiking spot are open again and it was time for a "homecoming," to the place that launched the dream of "someday" living on the California Central Coast.

 

                A stretch of Highway 1 is closed and there is heavy work underway, so we had the highway to ourself. Ditto our return to deep in the California Redwood forest.

                The mystical trees carry burn scars, a couple including an old giant were felled by the fire. New trees propagated. New bridges built.

            It was sweet to hear that soul refreshing mountain stream on its way to the Pacific.

            I call the trees mystical not only for their age and rarity, but for their ability to sustain fire, and protect the core as seen above. The outer hairy bark is darkly charred, but the wood just beneath that was not.

            The heat and flame engaged the taller canopy, killing its ability to feed on mist, rain and take in sun. It died from the intensity of the firestorm. The others in the grove survived as flames did not reach the height that killed the old sentry, now returning to the earth and to the mycelia.

        One wonders how many storms and fires these kilns have survived since the 1870's. The Rockland Lime and Lumber company extracted limestone chunks from a quarry in the mountains, used redwood timber to fire the kilns to about 1,700 degrees to create quicklime.

            After a couple of days to cool the product was loaded into barrels and transported down the mountain through a canyon on a pulley system or by wagon to the beach where it was loaded on ships and sent north where it was used to build in San Francisco.

        It's troubling to ponder how many trees were destroyed in the process. The quotation from John Muir on the bench below refers to them as "kings...spires in the sky..towering serene through the long centuries, preaching God's forestry fresh from heaven."  Amen!

        The rugged Big Sur coast, mountains and forests are famed for their beauty and the legendary characters and unique life that emanated from here. Keeping the historic highway open is a constant challenge. It made the heart feel good to return. Lana and I are always grateful our pal Jim Cahill introduced us to the magic a half-century ago.  

See you down the trail.

World Press Freedom---celebrate it and fight for it

 

            World Press Freedom Day comes as journalism and those who do it, are increasingly endangered by authoritarian leaders, terrorists and criminal organizations, financial vultures and dangerous cultural trends.

            The United Nations is trying to raise awareness of the importance of a free press even while news deserts grow and people rely on social media as the venue for their news and information. That information is increasingly bogus and manipulated.

            Journalism is a dangerous undertaking. Since the 1990’s the Dart Center for Journalism and Trauma has advocated “ethical and thorough reporting of trauma: compassionate, professional treatment of victims and survivors by journalists; and greater awareness by media organizations of the impact of trauma coverage on both news professionals and consumers.” 

            After about a half century of my work in journalism; reporting, producing, documenting, administering and study, I am still overwhelmed by how little most people know of life, reality as we understand it, and the forces that shape the human drama. The world would know a lot less, even as meager as it is, were it not for the media.

            Spend any time in the pursuit of ethical journalism and one knows danger, pressure, makes enemies and understands the impact of threats. Most of us suffer some level of PTSD. Many of our colleagues have died in pursuit of facts, information, news the public has a right to know. I’ve come to think the public, that portion of it that participates in elections, has an obligation to know. Today most citizens fail miserably.

            The business model of journalism changes with technology and human behavior. Newspapers were once a cultural force in every community, a public square of details, information and knowledge of all sorts, not what an algorithm or your own penchant and self-selection determined.

Major broadcast media now reaches mostly older citizens and sadly was invaded by a propaganda mindset that openly lies and distorts. There is still solid and fair journalism on that scale, but it competes with declining audience, a growing ignorance among Americans, the for-profit ethos that has turned so much of the process into capturing ratings, click bait, that translates to profits, and the information corrupting outfits, Fox News being the most egregious. In the Fox case they acknowledged their own intentional deception because it meant their viewers stayed with them. To quote Jack Nicholson’s Col. Nathan R. Jessep in the film A Few Good Men “You can’t handle the truth!”

An encouraging trend is the rise of non-profit journalism. I work with a model of that in my own village. I belong to a group that is fostering the rise of local reporting around the US. 

We watch as journalists confront AI and look for ways to use it wisely.

Nordic nations are ahead of the pack on that front. The Fins in particular are working on a model that has traditional reporting, fact finding, investigative work done and submitted to the newsroom where AI then creates hundreds of thousands individual distribution streams to clients. Traditional news, parsed not in BROAD but narrow casting. It may work. Time will tell.

            I was in Brazil shortly after the military dictatorship relinquished decades of power to an elected government. So much of those first months of renewed democracy was the reopening of newspapers, and the turning on of radio stations that had been boarded and silenced by the military. People were excited about the free flow of information.

            It is not an easy job. In Havana, Istanbul, and East Berlin I was watched, or followed. I was chased out of a county in the mid-west when investigating a cult. I had two of my cars firebombed. I was bound and gagged in my own home as perpetrators looked for files I had about hazardous materials that had been illegally transported and dumped. 

            I also recall a December night in Managua I sat with reporters and US Congressmen in the home Violetta Chamorro who eventually became President of Nicaragua. Her husband, Pedro Chamorro Cardenal had been editor of La Prensa, the major newspaper. His assassination was a pivotal moment that helped fuel the Nicaragua revolution. 

On this particular night her son, who was there, was the editor and other children staffed the paper while another son was an editor of the Sandinista mouthpiece and was involved on the other side of the civil war. 

One family divided, but both sides fully engaged in journalism though as competing Sandinistas, Contras, and Journalists. 

La Prensa had been a crucial voice opposing the dictator Samoza, then opposing the Sandinista revolutionaries, the Ortega brothers, who also became dictators.

            Situations like these have played out around the globe, time after time

            Think for a moment how history may have been if there were no reporters and photographers covering the civil rights movement, when dogs were turned loose on peaceful protestors, or when they were fire hosed, or when police attacked them with clubs as they tried to cross a bridge and etc.

            You have a right to know. Today journalists are in peril covering news for you. The press is not as free as it used to be. They’ve been called enemies. History will tell you, that’s what tyrants and dictators say. They try to control what you know. Vladimir Putin, Viktor Orban, Nayib Bukele, Kim Jong Un, Xi Jinping do that. Donald Trump is doing that now. 

            The best thing any citizen can do is to be as informed as you make yourself. That means challenge your own beliefs and assumptions. Fill your mind with information. That’s what good journalists have done, historically. 

            Be grateful for journalists and for a free press. 

Beautiful....the annual peek

 

     Our annual visit to Lana's garden. A good season for the Iris. Take a break from everything else and enjoy.

          It's a ridge top hillside and it gets more challenging to work as one ages. She's had a few episodes of back "issues" but she's painted a beautiful nature's palette. I'm the lucky guy's study look directly onto the hill. 

           Peace. Stay strong. 

           See you down the trail. 

Perhaps a way to get rid of Trump...

Part I 

A Proposal 

There is no time to hesitate in beginning a national discussion about the exiting of Trump. He’s inflicted damage with global impact. American security is suffering strategically and domestically. He threatens a global economic meltdown that could quickly throw us all into a maelstrom of panic and desperation. 

 

Now is the time for analysts, commentators, journalists, public officials and statesmen to begin examining means to wrest him from power. It is time for the former US Presidents to engage.

 

The chaos he’s unleashed is building like a chain reaction, and threatens to tip into something not even his own delusional sense of self can begin to manage. 

 

Long before the American Republic existed John Milton wrote “It is lawful and hath been through all ages for anyone who have the power to call account of a tyrant or wicked king and after due conviction to depose and put him to death.”  

 

Getting rid of tyrants is a story as old as social organization.

 

Some may argue this is merely politics, that elected presidents are entitled to put their programs before the public. There is an important context; all presidents work for us, and their policies must work for us. We, the employer and our common wellbeing is priority one, not his or her desires, or revenges, or in this case the delusions of an unqualified and flawed man possessed of extraordinary blithe ignorance.  

 

If he was credible I would argue he should be given a chance. There has never been a less qualified person in the office. A good record would be a leverage for him, but he was a failure, twice impeached, refused to acknowledge defeat, plotted to overturn the election results, stole sensitive documents and used them to his business advantage, and has since been convicted on multiple counts of fraud. He likely would have been convicted of other federal and state crimes had he not run for election, his ploy to avoid trials. I know you know this, but I say it to disabuse ourself there is anything near normal going on.

 

Common sense alone should have prevented his election. Now that he’s on the revenge war path, and there are no sane forces to reign in his malignant nature, we’ve already seen historic damage. It’s time to bring him down.

 

One of history’s guessing games has been the dark calculus of how many millions of lives would have been saved if Adolph Hitler has been deposed or assassinated when it was clear he was a mad man, out of control, a narcissist bent on forcing the world to live his evil delusions and revenge.

 

What I suggest may sound preposterous, but we live in a time of preposterous reality.  George Bush, Bill Clinton, Barack Obama, Joe Biden and their former senior counsels for security, intelligence and diplomacy as well as their senior uniformed officers should gather in a closed summit. Out of the spotlight these former most powerful men in the world need to have a serious heart to heart. It could be the most important gathering of American patriots since the founding. There is no nice option forward, nothing we’ve experienced or tested, no play book guideline. But a play has to be made.

 

We’ve already seen Jamie Diamond from banking and finance and other financial analysts and economists begin to speculate what kind of horror could be ahead.  All of this folks in just a couple of months.

 

This financial and banking sector needs to speak to Republican Senate and House leadership and lay the stinking mess right at their door. This MAGA Republican gang have demonstrated their cowardice and ready willingness to be obsequious. They’ve permitted an idiot to have his delusional way. If, and it’s worth a try, if the likes of Mr. Diamond and friends can explain that whatever economic or security catastrophe may come, will be laid at their feet, these quislings might realize Trump has no power if they do not enable him. Thus far they have abrogated legislative influence in the matter of checks and balance. 

 

Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty or safety. Benjamin Franklin

 

As for the true statesmen and women, former Presidents and their senior counsel and advisors, the options begin to enumerate when they begin to talk. 

 

Is there a nice way for former Presidents to convince a sitting lunatic to leave the throne. We are in new territory here. We know that 28 years of Oval Office leadership is a profile of experience and knowledge we can trust. Let them work on it.

 

“It is not unjust that the king be deposed or have his power restricted by the multitude if, becoming a tyrant, he abused the royal power.” Thomas Aquinas.

 

 

 

Part II   MAKING THE CASE

A Reprise

 

 

We the citizens of the US have personally lost $billions. Everyone with a pension or retirement fund that draws wealth from the market, or investments or real estate, or any fungible commodity or exchange. The wealth loss is historic. It didn't need to occur. It was triggered. 

THE OUTRAGEOUS SUMMARY

We’ve attacked enemies and made alliances with butchers. The President is a Russian patsy. (That should be an impossible sentence to publish.) He has embarrassed the US and diminished our status. We are no longer trusted.  

His tariff trade war is a foolish notion, improbable. On the longest of shots and if it were to work it would take decades. But service industry jobs pay more than what factory workers make abroad. New manufacturing will be people light, and mostly automated. His rationale: "It will make us wealthy." Who is the "us?" the Oligarchs? Already the wealthiest nation what good has that done for working Americans, to housing prices, for the homeless? His antiquated idea is a dud.

Donald Trump is not an intelligent man nor a student of history. His only business success was a role he played on TV. He considers everything is "deal making" missing the more complex nature of international stability, diplomacy and keeping the peace. 

The painful truth America, our President is not a genius onto something great, he is simply a blustering moron who has become a clear and present danger not only to the US but to the world. 

 

He threatens to take Greenland. He betrays allies, weakens strategic alliances born out of world history he never studied.  

He’s allowed the agencies that have protected us, medicine, food and drink, water and air to be gutted. We live with less safety and assurance. 

He’s let his DOGE Bro cut government services and then cherry pick those that his companies will benefit from. 

Trump is  too much of a threat, too reckless and too corrupt to be permitted to remain in power. 

Millions of Americans including military veterans think he is a traitor. 

How many warning signs can we ignore before signing our own death warrant?

 

Many of the poor souls who believed his lies or could not see through him, or did not listen to those who knew him best, are now among those who are the first to begin to suffer; job losses, loss of benefits,  the breaking of what had been the world’s best economy. It will get worse.

 

“This tyrant whose sole name blisters our tongue, was once thought honest.”

William Shakespeare

WHO IS HIS MAJORITY? 

Who put him in office? His voters were the least educated, people who felt left out, over looked, those who admire his arrogance, personality and are motivated by the “culture war.” 

They are consumers of right wing media and social media. 

 

As a general rule they are not a sentiment that should guide America's course in trying to fulfill its aspirational goals or to confront its problems and sins. 

Revenge is not a navigating star, ignorance is not a virtue. Neither can ignorance be an excuse. 

One need not think too long about this reality; Trump freed the insurrectionists and police killers, but cracks down on college free speech, threatens law firms and Universities in a kind of extortion and is surrounded by lightweights like the national security cowboy text party and pole dancers or looney’s like Laura Loomer and Stephen Miller.  Already they’ve shredded the idea of due process, sending wrong people to El Salvador’s dark hole prison where people disappear. Who else might they come for? They've fired thousands of important workers, arbitrarily to our detriment.

REVENGES AND MALICE 

It is a knife to the heart that for the first time America has not been able to come to the assistance of those most in need of food, shelter, medicine, and assistance after disaster or the continued evil of war. Shame on us! In the past Americans flooded the zone with relief when humans were suffering. We sent only three relief experts into the quake zone and Trump fired them while they were there. His Rasputin, Elon the strange, said “empathy is a weakness.” Elon, that is dead wrong! That idea is evil. And that attitude is steering our ship of state into a turbulence of Trump and the unelected Musk’s own making.

 

It's past time for Donald Trump. 

 

It felt good for Millions of American citizens and more around the world to hit the streets and demonstrate against this tyrant fool, but that’s not going to knock him off the throne.

So Americans need to start thinking and talking about the need and means to separate Trump from power. Talk and foment and steal the spotlight from his own control of media. Social media, street protests, pushing a news agenda, conversations, wherever and however to raise the issue of deposing a tyrant.  

He is malignant and has created a toxic whirlwind. It is time for the storm to take him. Time to end the chaos. It is time to try to make the world more stable, safe, secure. Don’t you miss the security and value of 100 days ago. Dare you permit a thought of what 3 more years of Trump might do? It’s time to make him go away. Time to build a consensus. 

See you down the trail.