WHO'S LIFE MATTERS? DARK PLAYS

DARK PLAYS

   Street wise and an over comer, Ricky was a friend and a great truck operator. We ate together frequently, shared an appreciation of boxing and worked on deadline to do live television. Ricky's problem was not his.
   He'd come from a neighborhood that required a toughness to simply grow up. His arms bore burn scars from his time  working in a foundry. He began as a studio camera operator. He became an engineer/operator who would "scramble" a microwave unit to the scene. It was a truck full of electronics and television gear. He was fast, smart and enabled the news department to get on the air. That was not a problem.
   Ricky and his wife, a marketing and promotion specialist, lived on the North side, in a suburban community grown from a farm village into homes, condos, apartments, appreciating businesses with a village setting and near mega shopping. Ricky was frequently stopped by the local police.
    As an African-America Ricky was a profile stop.  Though he explained where he lived, worked and produced a car registration, Ricky was stopped repeatedly.  That was an offense to Ricky and to police work and the larger society. 
   Black lives matter.

    I investigated, covered and tangled with racist hate groups for 4 decades-racism close up, urban, rural, north, south and abroad. Many reasons for it. It breeds anger and response.

     All lives matter-not to diminish the inherent and special importance that creates and imbues the mentality and philosophy of Black Lives Matter.  It is not meant to be flip  to say-Of course they do. It is an affirmation only and should  not be construed as anything else.

   How police departments and black citizens interact is a nexus requiring a fix. It is critical. Police officers need  training to help buffer and to see things with a wider sensitivity. Training for state and city police agencies can condition officers to make critical decisions influenced by a better understanding of presenting conditions and a codex of alternative tactics to employ so as to defuse and stop a tragic escalation.

    All training academies and the departments they provide can up their performance. I've reported how local and state academies train, have watched as local police take advanced training at the National Academy and spent 16 weeks following a class of agents through the FBI Academy at Quantico. 

    There are good learning systems, exercises, drills and practical application training that can focus on race, including history and perspectives. I participated in a fire arms training program where my actions and shot placement were captured, analyzed and used in the training. It required a series of critical judgements and action.  After completing a simulation scenario, where you could shoot or be shot in the interactive life like reality, you were grilled by instructors asking what you saw, heard, when and why you made decisions to do what you did and the actions you took, etc.  Its intense and the examination pulses up the heart rate and certainly engages the mind.  It's a good program and such systems can make our local cops better at what they do.

    Lives matter.

BLUE PLAYS

 Humpback Whales frolic in warmer Pacific on the central California coast.  

    Pelicans fly air support.

   Canoeists launch for a blue ride.

BEHIND THE SHOTS

Your blogger, caught in the act by eldest daughter Kristin

Caught here at Jackson Browne concert by Mike Griffin

     A final thought. Ricky and I often drove to a spot in a near east side neighborhood where they sold deep fried cat fish on white bread with mustard. As the only white man in a place, or even in that part of the neighborhood I was never stopped. It was probably more odd for a white man to be hanging out on that block in that hood than for Ricky to  drive to his apartment.

    The sandwich was world class!

     See you down the trail.

POSITIVITY

IN THE PINK

     The idea of relative values has been running in the back of my mind, making me smile.  Californians have been shivering and complaining about the cold snap we are enduring.  To be honest, it has been chilly, but....

      Temperatures here are approaching record overnight lows , low 30's and upper 20's.  Yes, cooler than normal, but compared to what most of the nation endures and what we experienced for all those decades in Indiana, well, you get the drift.  On one of our "cold" nights, I took something out to the trash, wearing a T-shirt.  I would not want to have stayed out long, but there were winter storm nights in the mid-west such an act could have been near lethal.  Relative values.

   This is Toccata, the signature piece in Lana's new exhibition at the Windward Vineyard Gallery.  It is a departure, or a return to her roots, after 6 years of doing
Plein Air work.  You can see more of the work by linking here.

    My sincere thanks to those of you who have written, asking about why the break in the blog posting.  I missed filing the Weekender, due in part to the two gents in the foreground.

   Mike Griffin, on the left, who I mentioned recently and Bruce Taylor, AKA Catalyst, who's own blog, Oddball Observations, is linked in the column to the right, are central to my excuse.  The 3 of us worked together back in 1969 and have remained fast friends since.  As you may recall, Bruce and his lovely Judy, have been inspirations in our life.  They are here, visiting and frankly we've been having too much fun to break away long enough to post.  I'm sneaking this one in quickly, awaiting Bruce and Judy's arrival for an afternoon and evening of more.

   See you down the trail. 

EARTHY MATTERS

WHEN LOOKING DOWN COUNTS

     They are comparing it to the California Gold Rush-the search for meteor pieces and ironically near the original California gold fields.

      $1000 a gram is apparently the going price and according to a great LA Times article the mood and vibe up around Lotus Park and El Dorado County is reminiscent of the Gold Rush indeed.  Prospectors, hunters, investors, hustlers are all scouring over the countryside and jamming bars and motels. The 4-5 Billion year old meteor pieces are obviously rare and thus highly in demand.  The plot thickens.

DAY BOOK

HILL SIDE GARDENING

      Our home on a ridge doesn't afford much flat space for the kind of Indiana gardening we used to enjoy.  So, we borrowed a page from those who do hill side terrace gardening and have created a bit of flat space.

     Lana is doing remarkable work in replacing ice plant with other succulent plantings on the slope.  

     With the loan of a good old Midwestern Roto Tiller from our Indiana ex pat friend Mike Griffin, we've "flattened" a bit of the hilltop. We tilled the slope until we had enough plowed soil to smooth out and level.

We have named this bit of newly flat ground

"Indiana."

Stay tuned for "garden updates."

See you down the trail.

THROUGH THE WHIRLWIND

CULTURAL REVERBERATIONS

Back in the land of blue sky.  It's warmer 

here too! The dash across the country and

back reminds me of how I made

a living for many years. 

 Then, as now, I suffer a

kind of cultural or location blurring.

Certain scenes become icons of a time, place

or feeling. This trip was a joy, but

also bitter sweet.

 Some of these images tell the story.

One of the first jobs of my dad was here. 

Just out of high school and before the Army and  WWII he worked as nightwatchman at Warner Gear on the edge of Muncie Indiana. 

 The job was a kind of favor to a lad who had

been a star basket ball player. It was only a place holder job for dad. Later he played semi pro ball and took other work before the war changed everyone's world. But Warner

Gear kept turning and over the years thousands of Indiana 

families built futures by the work done here.

Today its a windy echo of a Bruce Springsteen landscape

of broken dreams and shut down jobs.

So-- that was at one end of the sentimental journey.

 The other pole was the premiere of the documentary

about an historic radio showdown, that also symbolizes

 change. 

I was lucky to be on a team that put modern FM

radio into the American culture.

 To look at us now it is, maybe, hard to imagine

 these guys created a new genre of radio, promotion, public interaction and new formats that continue today.

Buster Bodine, Mike Griffin and Cris "Moto Groove" Conner

were new stars of a new kind of radio.

 As film editor Brad Schushard looks on,

Al Stone, in the cap, signs posters next to

the AM radio star Roger W. Morgan.

Just out of college, Stone assembled a group of young

broadcasters to try something new.  They ended 

up toppling the vaunted and legendary WIFE, the highest

rated AM station in the nation. WNAP became the

first commercially successful FM Rock station in America.

The rest is history.

On this evening the old adversaries were colleagues in the celebration of the historic battle.

 In the film, this gent, tells just a little about his own infamous reputation of being the king of the groupie magnets. He said he "never really needed a good opening line."  He said he had "a role to play and he lived up to his name- Fast Freddie Fever." The stories of his experiences 

are legion.  Most will probably remain untold.

Fans of that era paid a premium price to attend

a private VIP reception that featured a limo ride

to the red carpet premiere.  Here Mike Griffin

is again the center of attention, giving his fans

new memories.

 It was humbling to see and hear how the 

sold out theatre audiences (they had to add a second

showing) reacted to moments from the film.

Even more humbling were those who approached us at the gala or the opening recalling something we said or did

all those years ago, that meant so much to their lives and in some cases had a life long impact.  

We were doing a job, having fun being innovative but without a thought to the fact we were making history, let alone influencing lives in the manner

we heard about on these evenings of memories.

Bitter sweet in its own way.

The trip back gave me a private moment to pay

respects to my family members.

I'm sure that doing so on a frigid, windy, gray day

turned up the emotional vibe a mark or two.

I had to wonder what my parents or my grand parents

would make of what has become of modern media

and cultural tastes.  Could they believe that some of

what we did left the mark it has?

It's also bittersweet to know those 

once young guys and gals, like their fans, are becoming

nostalgia, though still comfortable and

even talented, in the spot light.

Buster Bodine's antics in the follow up

Q&A after the film being a case in point.

I told people who asked what I was doing now

that I had become a "villager," acclimated to quiet

and serenity far away from hubba hubba and hoopla.

It was fun to be back on the television stations, 

even keeping a tight schedule, and being in the spot, because I  knew it was a bit like Cinderella.  The ball would soon be over.  It is wonderful to be back in the village.

There is blue sky and sooo much warmer!!!

See you down the trail.