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August 20, 2004

‘But We Were Winning! Come Back!’

On Tuesday, I had to pull a late shift at the radio station. On Wednesday, I had to get some laundry done, lest I be forced to borrow Bob Braughler's lucky underwear. So Thursday night, I resolved to go to International Village as soon as I left work.

I got out of the car in Renzie Park at 6:20 p.m., just as the skies opened up. It was like stepping into Niagara Falls.

It wouldn't be International Village --- Western Pennsylvania's original ethnic food and music festival, held for 45 consecutive years in Our Fair City --- without some rain. It's almost a beneficial thing; it washes away some of the stink and keeps the bugs down. I've also been to some Villages during oppressive heat waves, when you couldn't walk two feet without pooping out and your skin was blistering like kolbassi links on a hot griddle. Some rain would have been most welcome then.

But this was ridiculous. There were massive lightning strikes and torrential downpours. I had an umbrella, but it didn't matter --- the rain was coming sideways, under my bumbershoot.

I made it to the doorway of a garage near the old Renzie swimming pool, and stood on a dry patch of ground, but pretty soon, I started to feel like Charlie Brown on his pitcher's mound as the water came up, up, up around me. Before I floated away, I stepped back out into the rain, which let up for a while --- just long enough for people to dash to their cars, as it turned out, because then it started to rain again.

Well, at least it kept the lines short.

The inclement weather makes it impossible for me to properly review this year's Village; the rain forced the entertainment and fireworks to be cancelled for the evening (holding a metal microphone stand in an electrical storm is not a good idea). I know most people go to the Village to eat, but to me, the singing and dancing are just as important. All of those junior Tammies, polka bands and folk ensembles are keeping alive great cultural traditions that, in many cases, are fading away, even in the old country. Not being able to see any of the performers was a major disappointment --- though an unavoidable one.

To his credit, Marco Caroccia ("Bravo Marco") kept cranking out Italian music on his keyboard in the Jakomas Blue Top Pavilion. At one point, he had a sing-along going of "Funiculi, Funicula,."

On the other hand, I don't recall his next sing-along number --- "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" --- being a traditional Italian song. Maybe it was the version by that famous crooner, Giacomino Crocetti.

(Actually, I just looked it up; Jim Croce was Italian! Mi dispiace.)

Onto the food: The arrival several years ago of commercial food vendors at International Village was a setback, in my opinion. I realize that church and non-profit groups are unable to provide some of the food choices that visitors expect, like kettle corn, lemonade and funnel cakes, but why would you go to International Village to eat the same mass-produced stuff you can get at any carnival?

Besides, the independent booths raise money for local ethnic social clubs and churches; for some of them, the Village is their major fundraiser of the year.

So, I started at the German booth (Christ Lutheran Church) with a plateful of potato pancakes and a piece of bratwurst, worked my way over to the Hungarian booth (Free Magyar Reformed Church) for a kolbassi sandwich, and topped it off with a dish of fried ice cream from the Mexican booth (Christ United Methodist Church).

Sure, it was the express bus to Heartburn City, but I only do this once a year, and it was all great going down.

I didn't get any good souvenirs this year; maybe the rain chased the souvenir stand away. McKeesport Little Theater had a nice display, including a raffle for free tickets, and Penn State and McKeesport High School alumni both made an appearance. Allegheny County Sheriff Pete DeFazio and city police had exhibits as well.

Kudos to all of those vendors and city employees who stuck it out in the rain last night, and who begin preparations for the Village months in advance. All I can say is that you did your best, as usual, and better luck next year.

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Deepest sympathies for the family of Mary Newton Bruder --- aka "The Grammar Lady" --- who passed away suddenly on Monday, according to Adrian McCoy's obituary in the Post-Gazette. She was 64.

Bruder was best known for her appearances on local and national radio and TV talk shows, and for her syndicated newspaper column about the English language. I worked with Bruder once, about a year ago, when I hired her to proofread a publication I edited. Adrian refers to Bruder's "keen eye for the fine points of the English language and grammar," and I would agree.

Requiescat in pace, Grammar Lady.

(Link via Subdivided We Stand.)

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In other news, at least 60 newspapers nationwide --- including One of America's Great Newspapers --- have been suckered into running a form "letter-to-the-editor" produced by the Bush-Cheney re-election campaign.

The Post-Gazette ran the letter, signed "Dick Bondi, Mt. Lebanon," on June 4, according to a database search of the newspaper's archives.

The (very) partisan Daily Kos reports that the letters are virtually identical in each of the newspapers that have printed them. The technique of planting form letters in local papers, which is not new, is called "Astroturfing," because it's an artificial advertising campaign designed to create the appearance of a grass-roots movement.

Ironically, the P-G's Dennis Roddy was one of the first political writers to warn about "Astroturfing," back in January 2003.

And just two weeks ago, P-G editorial writer Michael McGough wrote about Astroturfing, saying that he and other editors "have been on elevated alert lately for 'Astroturf.'" Apparently, he didn't realize that some has already been laid down on the paper's own letters page.

The Post-Gazette is one of the largest papers in the country to get stung, according to a Lexis-Nexis search of the biggest news outlets in the U.S. In Pennsylvania, a rudimentary Google search reveals that the Williamsport, Wilkes-Barre and Lock Haven papers received nearly identical letters. None of these cookie-cutter Bush-boosting letters have hit any other local newspapers --- yet.

In fairness --- and as McGough correctly points out --- the Kerry-Edwards campaign is also encouraging supporters to contact local media to boost their candidate. Nothing wrong with that, of course; but signing your name to someone else's opinions and passing them off as your own is, at best, lazy. (At worst, it's plagiarism, though in this case, the Bush campaign is encouraging supporters to "steal" the suggested language.)

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Alert Reader Tim points out that this month's issue of Utne Reader has an article about Eastland Mall in North Versailles. The article, unfortunately, isn't available online unless you're a subscriber. Further updates next week.

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Things to Do: The Ypapanti Greek Food Festival continues through Sunday at Olympia Hall on Electric Avenue in East Pittsburgh. Proceeds benefit Presentation of Christ Greek Orthodox Church. Live music and folk dancing continues daily. If you can't stay, take something home: Wouldn't some baklava or spanakopita be a good snack as you watch the Summer Olympics in Athens? Call (412) 824-9188 for details.

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August 19, 2004

Special Almanac Gross-Out Edition

Things I found on the Internet while looking for other things:

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Jim Romenesko, maintainer of the Obscure Store (a Web site of bizarre headlines) and the Poynter Institute's media gossip page, has launched a Starbucks gossip Web site.

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When I first saw Jimmy Johnson's "Arlo and Janis" comic strip (in the New Yawk Daily News, I think), I didn't like it, but the more I see of it, the more it grows on me. Johnson eschews obvious comic strip gags and goes for more subtle, situational humor. It takes some time to understand where he's coming from, but when you do, the whole strip clicks.

I recently discovered that Johnson maintains an online journal and archive of his favorite cartoons.

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Former WDVE-FM (102.5) morning man and current night-time host Scott Paulsen has a Web site, where he reports that he's working on his second novel. His first is available for purchase at the site. His wife, Kit, is a rather accomplished watercolorist and is accepting commissions.

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There was a rather run-of-the-mill letter in Pitt's student newspaper, The Pitt News, from a Florida undergrad who says he refuses to attend the university because of its policy against granting fringe benefits to same-sex unmarried couples. (In the interest of full disclosure, I not only draw a paycheck from Pitt, I'm also a student, but opinions expressed here are not those of the University of Pittsburgh.)

But while the letter is only average, there's been a nasty battle of words raging on the Pitt News Web site among the paper's readers and the letter writer. Flame wars can be very, very funny --- so long as you're not the target, of course.

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Before I go any further, keep in mind that I try to keep this feature suitable for children, or at least clean enough for a family newspaper. However, some things are too good to pass up. If you're easily offended, now is the time to leave and look at something less edgy.

You're still here? Cool. And a-a-a-away we go!

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Alert Reader Jeff passed along a link to this report from The Smoking Gun about a group of people in Ohio who attacked a peeping Tom who apparently was spying on a little girl. The police found the perpetrator with a tree branch stuck in a place where you wouldn't normally expect a tree to be growing.

An account from the Lorain, Ohio, Morning Journal is available online. The peeper/victim is in the hospital in fair condition; the people who are attacked him are charged with rape, assault and related offenses.

Boy, talk about not knowing whose side to root for ...

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Speaking of perversions, consensual and otherwise, Dan Savage had a great line in his syndicated "Savage Love" column this week, which runs in Pittsburgh City Paper and elsewhere. (And don't try to tell me you don't read it, you big faker, you know you do, right after "News of the Weird.")

I'll clean it up slightly, and you'll have to go read the column to understand the context (this should be obvious, but there's adult content there, in case you didn't know). Anyway, Savage wrote this response to a reader's letter (and the last sentence is priceless):

(B)estiality is one of the "big three" perversions that I'm simply never going to budge on. I will always disapprove of f---ing animals, molesting children, and eating poop. (A scat scene with a lamb would hit the trifecta of my disapproval.) Yes, yes, I know: A mind is like an umbrella --- it only works when it's open. But if you're going to have a closed mind about just three things, f---ing animals, molesting children, and eating poop are good picks, don't you think?


Well, you'll get no argument from me.

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Now, if you really want to see something sick, twisted and disgusting, feast your eyes on this (tip of the Tube City hard-hat to Lileks):

Steven Seagal was the first Westerner to open a school of martial arts in Japan. The general public knew through his many films of action but it is another facet of his personality which emerges in 2004! This enthusiastic follower of Buddhism delivers an awesome album already bubbling on the charts in France!


Ingredients: Steven Seagal delivers titles to the American ultra consonances (blues, folk) but also of more directed songs world (ragga, Arab musics). Surrounded by prestigious guests (B.B. King, Stevie Wonder...), the actor adds a new cord to his arc!


Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick. I mean, I could stomach Savage's discussion of coprophilia and bestiality, but the thought of Steven Seagal singing is too much for my weak constitution.

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August 18, 2004

Unfortunately, Still Allegheny In Reality

The bastard agglomeration of Allegheny, Mohawk, Piedmont, PSA and Lord-knows-how-many-others-I've-forgotten that now calls itself US Airways is coming apart at the seams, reports Dan Fitzpatrick in the Post-Gazette:

If US Airways files for bankruptcy in less than a month, airline chairman David Bronner predicts that no one, including himself, will be willing to rescue the nation's seventh-largest carrier from oblivion.


In the last 30 days, Bronner said only one investor has contacted him about a bankrupt US Airways -- and that was a foreign player interested only in the leftover piece of an airline that employs 28,000 people, including about 8,000 in the Pittsburgh area. "They don't want the whole thing," he said.


And what would save US Airways? More concessions, according to Bronner: About $800 million this time.

We've heard this song before. So have the employees, who have been granting concessions for years. The airline is leaking great, big gobs of red ink all over tarmacs from here to Orlando, and the employees have to keep giving up salaries, benefits and pensions, the management insists.

But that hasn't stopped several generations of US Airways executives from mucking around, screwing things up, and then leaving with generous, multi-million dollar golden parachutes after a year or two --- most recently, David Siegel and Neal Cohen.

I hate to see anyone lose a job --- particularly a good job, like the jobs that airlines can provide. It's easy to conclude, however, that US Airways is hopelessly screwed up, and that it's time to take it out behind the hangar and do the merciful thing, to save everyone --- creditors, passengers and employees --- any more suffering. The sooner that happens, the sooner we all can get on with our lives.

The Post-Gazette has come to the same conclusion: "US Airways is a loser. We aren't. Let's stop wasting our time pretending we need them."

I couldn't have said it better myself.

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I didn't make it to the Village last night, because I was otherwise engaged until after 8 p.m. My mouth is watering for bacon bread and baklava, however, and I haven't heard a good csardas since this time last year.

Alert Reader John met WDUQ's Len Hendry at the Village last night (not surprising, because Hendry lives in White Oak):

I spied him in the crowd after he was introduced on stage, and after I had some sweet potato pie, my wife and I walked to where he and his wife were sitting. I introduced us, and he was honestly shocked to see "such young fans." He's really a likeable guy. ...


"Let's Dance" is quite possibly the best radio show EVER, certainly a local treasure that doesn't get nearly enough attention. If he ever mentions the encounter on his next show, I'd be thrilled.


"Let's Dance," a program of big-band and light jazz music that Hendry conducts on Saturday evenings, is wonderful. Musically, I prefer Mike Plaskett and Ken Crawford's "Rhythm, Sweet and Hot," which follows Hendry's show, but I like "Let's Dance," too. It's happy music that never fails to put me in a good mood.

Also, I agree with John's assessment of Hendry. I've met him once and talked to him on the phone, and I found him to be friendly and charming.

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To find the anti-thesis of Len Hendry, we need look no further than Craig Kilborn.

Kilborn has walked off of CBS' "Late, Late Show" in an apparent salary dispute, reports Long Island Newsday, the Chicago Sun-Times, and the Philadelphia Inquirer, among other outlets.

Oh, no! Whatever shall I do? Where will I get my daily supply of crappy self-indulgent preening and unfunny hipster in-jokes?

Feh. Good riddance. Don't let the door hit you in the butt.

Phil Rosenthal's take in the Sun-Times is truly a hoot:

Even by the standards of TV vanity, Kilborn was considered a standout in his five-plus years at CBS. Besides mirrors on the wall, there were hand mirrors always at the ready, and a swivel mirror on Kilborn's office desk he was said to have tilted -- not subtly enough -- to catch his own reflection whenever bored with whatever blah, blah, blah he was being told.


Alert Reader Dan attended a Kilborn taping in L.A. last year (mainly because tickets to the better shows were all snapped up). He says the studio audience sat in stony silence for much of the show, except when they were told to respond.

I know I've sat in stony silence while watching Kilborn, right up until the point I've changed the channel (my record at watching Kilborn is about three minutes) or fallen asleep.

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Anarchists and self-centered leftist misanthropes make my rear-end tired. Salon reports on worries by Democrats that far-left groups who want to disrupt the Republican National Convention this month will play into the hands of the Republican Party:

Such thinking makes sense only to those who are worried about alienating American voters. Liberals are, but many anti-RNC activists defiantly are not. Ironically, despite being motivated by a ferocious hatred of George Bush, some of those planning direct-action protests against the convention have grown so disillusioned with electoral politics that they barely seem to care whether he's defeated in November.


Getting Bush out of the White House "is an aesthetic thing -- I won't have to look at him anymore," says the A31 Coalition's David Graeber, explaining his mild preference for Kerry. A 43-year-old anthropology instructor at Yale, Graeber, who lives in Chelsea, says, "Maybe I'll vote for Kerry, maybe I won't."


Maybe I'm glad I didn't go to Yale. Not that there was a lot of chance of that, admittedly, but if that's what passes for logical thought up in New Haven, then it was no big loss.

Meanwhile, Alert Reader Jonathan pointed out this story from the New York Times about discounts being offered to "peaceful protesters" who agree not to riot. As if $2 off of an ice cream cone is going to keep some self-styled nihilist from tossing a brick through the windows of a Starbucks.

Didn't anyone in New York's tourism office think this through? They're offering consumer discounts to people whose major pet peeve is the influence of "big corporations" and "consumerism" on society.

On the other hand, it's oddly appropriate; for the past 20 years, pop culture has taught us that the only thing important is our own personal gratification. When terrorists launch a brutal attack on our country, the President of the United States doesn't call on us to sacrifice; he urges us to go shopping. We want what we want, now, and to hell with anyone else.

Why should we be surprised when some nitwit professor from Yale doesn't care who gets elected, as long as he has a right to act like a brain-dead yobbo?

Gee, I turned into Mike Royko there for a minute. Sorry about that.

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August 17, 2004

That's Where the Tall Corn Grows

The Tube City Almanac today is going to make one of its relatively rare forays into national politics, except to remind you that International Village opens this afternoon and runs through Thursday at Renzie Park.

Now, from the Almanac National Affairs Desk comes the following question: If you heard someone say the Pentagon is "evil," you'd immediately suspect them of being a rabid left-winger, right? And if a publication came out endorsing that statement, you'd assume it was one of those indy-media Web sites --- or at least something like AlterNet.

What if I told you it was the police chief of Des Moines, Iowa, and the editors of the Des Moines Register were supporting him?

Unless I miss my guess, Iowa's in the "heartland" of America. It should reasonably be expected to be full of patriotic citizens who love America, baseball, apple pie and their President, though not necessarily in that order.

In fairness, Iowa's voted for a lot of Democrats; the state narrowly went for Gore in 2000, and went for Clinton twice; but Iowans also voted for Nixon three times (1960, '68 and '72), for Reagan twice, and for Gerry Ford in 1976. The governor is a Democrat (Pittsburgh native Tom Vilsack).

Still, these should be Dubya's kind of people. Both houses of the Iowa Legislature are Republican, as is one of Iowa's U.S. senators, and four of Iowa's five members of the House. Although I wasn't able to easily get statistics on how many Iowans are churchgoers, I have a sneaky suspicion that a clear majority are; according to one survey I found at the American Religion Data Archive, 58 percent of Iowans claim to be a member of an organized religion.

Anyway, here are the details from a Register editorial (slightly edited for space and clarity):

(It) turned some heads when Des Moines Police Chief William McCarthy used the e-word to describe the U.S. military for calling a local police officer back to duty in Iraq. Rodell D. Nydam, a member of the Iowa National Guard, completed his military obligation. He's already served in Iraq and now must go back due to a "stop-loss" order that extends tours of duty beyond a soldier's commitment.


"This military is lying and manipulating its troops," said McCarthy, a Vietnam veteran. "When the military gave its word, it used to mean something." He said today's military "can't be trusted."


Stop-loss orders are a broken promise. They fly in the face of the idea of a "voluntary" military. They have prevented tens of thousands of soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan from going home or retiring. Soldiers hold up their end of the bargain; the government doesn't. ...


The blame doesn't lie with an "evil" military, however. The Pentagon is just trying to do a job with the resources available to it. The blame lies higher up, with those who sent the military to war without adequate planning.


When the police chief of Iowa's capital city calls the Pentagon "evil," one suspects that distaste for the current administration isn't confined to a handful of rabid, foaming leftists. It's worth noting that Chief McCarthy isn't some hippie peacenik; last month, in fact, he urged the Des Moines city council not to pass a resolution condemning the PATRIOT Act.

There are still almost three months until Election Day, and the Republicans haven't held their convention yet, but it would appear that the Bush-Cheney re-election machine had better start coming up with a way to pull out of this nosedive, and fast. Otherwise, their boy Dubya is about to find himself with lots of time to clear brush on his ranch in Crawford, Texas.

The real question, in my mind: If people in Iowa --- not known as a bastion of liberalism --- are this dissatisfied with the President's performance, might not other socially-conservative states also be dissatisfied? Say, the southeastern U.S.? Why aren't the Dems trying harder to win back some of those "solid South" states they lost during the civil-rights era?

Texas is presumably a lost cause (in more ways than one), but what about Georgia, which now has more than twice as many urban residents as rural ones? How about North Carolina, which has added about 1.6 million new residents in urban areas since 2000, mostly around the universities in Raleigh, Durham and Chapel Hill?

I hate to play into stereotypes, but surely all of those Yankees who've moved down to Atlanta and Raleigh to become college professors and investment bankers haven't suddenly turned into gun-totin', pickup-drivin' Charlie Daniels fans. I have to think that a lot of them are Democrats.

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In other business, Alert Reader Arden points out that Brian Lundmark, creator of "Rockwood" (which ran on this page until the computer problems began in May), is blogging a very funny critique of NBC's Olympics coverage. Lundmark is even timing the amount of event coverage versus the "fluff" and commercials.

("Rockwood" will return to the Almanac soon; for now, you'll have to manually download new strips on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.)

Meanwhile, over at notmydesk.com, Chris Livingston has a great spoof that combines the upcoming fall TV season with those painfully-detailed football notebooks that run in the papers right before the trade deadlines. At the very least, it's a better pop culture riff than anything The Onion has done recently.

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August 16, 2004

Airline Business Took Off From McKeesport

From the "Methinks They Doth Protest Too Much" Department at the Tube City Almanac Regional Affairs Desk comes this Associated Press story (via the Observer-Reporter):

Although no airline will fly nonstop to Europe from Pittsburgh as of Nov. 7, the airport still will be considered an international one, officials said.


Pittsburgh International Airport still will offer nonstop flights to Mexico, the Caribbean and Canada, which qualify as international destinations. Plus, the "international" distinction means the airport has customs and immigration services, Allegheny County Airport Authority officials said.


Wait a minute ... they mean Canada is another country? Hmm. Well, OK, if they say so. At least it explains those funny pictures on the money.

Besides, having something called an "international" airport isn't such a big distinction; for Pete's sake, Harrisburg has an international airport.

Anyway, I can't get past calling it "Greater Pitt," so I'm glad they didn't change the name again.

Speaking of aviation history, this week marks an important milestone for the Mon-Yough area.

It was 75 years ago this week that the first scheduled airline passenger service to Washington, D.C., from the west began, and the men behind it were from Our Fair City.

In August 1929, Clifford Ball Airlines began service from Cleveland to Washington via Bettis Field in Mifflin Township, just over the border from Dravosburg --- today the site of Bettis Atomic Power Laboratory in West Mifflin --- using six-passenger, single-engine Fairchild 71s.

Ball, a McKeesport car dealer, started airline operations in 1926 by carrying mail between Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Akron and Youngstown with three single-engine biplanes: Miss Pittsburgh, Miss Youngstown and Mss McKeesport. (Miss Pittsburgh, now restored, hangs in the landside terminal of Pittsburgh International Airport.)

Carrying mail by airplane wasn't as logical as it sounds today. In fact, there was a great deal of resistance at first. Airplanes were rickety affairs and crashes were a frequent occurrence. (In fact, the very week that Clifford Ball Airlines began scheduled passenger service to Washington, D.C., a airplane --- not one of Ball's --- crashed on Lebanon Church Road, according to the McKeesport Heritage Center's newsletter.)

But after early experiments (many of them performed in North Huntingdon Township) proved airmail could be successful, the Post Office Department relented. The first air mail pilots were members of the U.S. Army Air Corps; the post office later took over the air mail service.

Still, the postmaster general didn't want to authorize private carriers to deliver the mail; he insisted that government pilots be used. (Come to think of it, it may have been the first example of resistance by the government to privatizing services!)

That irritated U.S. Representative Clyde Kelly, a Republican from Our Fair City, who was known as the "voice of the railway postal clerk." Kelly, who pointed out that the railroads were already carrying mail under private contract without apparent problems, introduced the Kelly Air Mail Act of 1925.

It passed through Congress and was signed by President Coolidge; soon after, the first private air mail contracts were released. The very first contract, not surprisingly, perhaps, was awarded to Kelly's fellow McKeesporter, Cliff Ball. Ball started carrying passengers between McKeesport and Cleveland from Bettis Field in 1927, according to the Mifflin Township Historical Society; the fare was $15 one-way or $25 round trip, and the flight took about 80 minutes.

In 1930, Ball sold his airline to a company called Pittsburgh Aviation Industries, which changed the name to Pennsylvania Airlines. Pennsylvania Airlines merged in 1936 with Central Airlines to become Pennsylvania-Central (no relation to the failed railroad of the same name).

Based at Allegheny County Airport for many years, Pennsylvania-Central Airlines (or "PCA") called itself "the Capital Airline" because of its service to Washington, D.C, and several eastern state capitals.

The present-day Allegheny County police station at the intersection of Lebanon Church Road and Camp Hollow Road, near the entrance to Allegheny County Airport, was once the headquarters of PCA. The building was quickly outgrown, and PCA moved its headquarters to Washington National Airport in 1941. By 1948, PCA had changed its name to Capital Airlines and was among the larger regional airlines in the company.

Over-expansion in the 1950s, including the purchase of a large fleet of British-made turbo-prop Vickers Viscounts, pushed the airline into debt. In 1961, it merged into United Airlines.

Bettis Field was relegated to secondary status once commercial air traffic moved to Allegheny County Airport in 1931 and '32. It passed into ownership by aircraft builder Curtiss-Wright Corp., which sold the airport to Westinghouse Electric Corp. in 1949 for use as Bettis Labs.

United Airlines claims to trace its history to a West Coast air mail route flown by Walter Varney, but the evidence is pretty clear that United's roots are in Our Fair City. Without Cliff Ball (and Clyde Kelly), United Airlines' "friendly skies" would have remained a lot smaller.

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From the Politics Desk, Sunday's Washington Post offered this insight into our vice president, who makes Don Rickles look like Mr. Warmth by comparison:

Cheney says he likes to campaign, to meet people. But his manner on the stump often betrays all the joy of someone cleaning an oven. After speaking to a rally at a high school in Battle Creek, the vice president grimaced forth and worked a ropeline, the back of his bald head now covered in red, white and blue confetti. ... Cheney approaches handshakes as if trying to pick mosquitoes out of the air with one hand. He makes quick and minimal contact. ...


When a woman in Battle Creek handed Cheney her baby, he carried the kid for a few seconds and then handed him back, no kiss. In the next three minutes, he would quick-pinch about 100 more hands.


As he walked out a back door, the vice president vigorously rubbed his hands with sanitizing lotion provided by an aide.


Do you have the feeling that Lynne Cheney was the one who changed the dirty diapers in that house?

It could have been worse; he could have demanded that the babies be coated with the sanitizer. Or at least spritzed with Lysol.

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In local political news, state Rep. Jim Casorio of North Huntingdon has a message for his challenger, Jeannette attorney Scott Avolio: Drop dead.

Well, not in those words, but as Craig Smith writes in the Tribune-Review, the effect is much the same:

Avolio wants a public debate in the race for the 56th District House seat Casorio has held for eight years. He said he probably has a better chance of winning the state lottery. Democrat Casorio considers the debate a non-issue because he "hasn't said no."


A war of words heated up between the candidates last week, when Avolio said his deadline for a response from Casorio's camp had passed. "Your high-pressure tactics may be effective for a trial lawyer, but they do not serve any purpose in this campaign," Casorio said in a terse, one-page response to Avolio's demand.


Those mean, nasty trial lawyers! I wonder if Casorio is taking the same blunt approach toward that nasty trial lawyer who's running for vice president ... or the guy running for president on that same ticket, who's a former prosecuting attorney (speaking of high-pressure tactics!).

Quick guess? No, probably not.

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Finally, Pittsburgh Crime Stoppers is offering a $1,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and prosecution of the person involved in a fatal shooting Aug. 7 on Ohio and Brownlee streets in the city. Details via the Post-Gazette.

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