There is a bit of discussion about changing the name of Broward County to Fort Lauderdale County. If done, there should be some public benefit, namely naming rights. Former Joe Robbie Stadium Fort Lauderdale County, Browning Automatic Rifle Fort Lauderdale County – something that could produce serious revenue – would be appropriate.
Miami-Dade County has already made the move, but nobody goes there anyway, so what’s the difference? Maybe we should let Cook County change its name to Chicago County and see how that works out before we shatter tradition. One thing that can’t be argued is that, in terms of world approval, Fort Lauderdale means something; Broward doesn’t. That’s exactly what Gulfstream Media Group is arguing right now to protect the name Fort Lauderdale, which is our magazine directed to the tourist market. We took it 15 years ago after the Chamber of Commerce stopped using it. It is especially important in the Internet age as people seek vacation pleasure and information about this area. They don’t search the word Broward. Or Pembroke Park or Dania either. Maybe Pompano Beach and Hollywood get some hits.
The current dialogue reminds one of the event some years back when a New York couple bought a place in Boca Highlands or Boca Lovely or one of those silly development names trading on the image of Boca Raton. They told all their upwardly mobile northern friends that they were living in tony Boca Raton. Then comes their first mail and it has a Delray Beach address. So they sued. We forget how that turned out, but the story was amusing to Delray residents, who would not trade their classic low-key resort for the glitz and nouveau of Boca Raton.
There was another debate over a city name in the 1980s that stretched far beyond South Florida. Hollywood, Calif., made a move to stop other places from using the name Hollywood, presumably to protect its image as home to movie stars and their work. Hollywood, Fla., in what someday might be known as The Former Joe Robbie Fort Lauderdale County, appeared to be a prime target. This, despite the fact that our Hollywood was founded way back in 1925, not long after the California entity gave up its independence to become part of Los Angeles.
Hollywood, Fla., took the lead in pushing back, even arranging a big meeting of representatives from other Hollywoods around the country. That took place on Hollywood’s beach, of course. It was an entertaining day, and good press for Hollywood. The star performer was the mayor of Hollywood, Ga., a good old boy who drew on hillbilly Latin to make his point.
“Ad sudum tudulas paney ad,” he exclaimed. English translation: “I’d sue them to the last penny I had.” Nobody sued, but a good time was had by all.
Those of us who have studied the assassination, and the mounting evidence of a government conspiracy, found that hard to believe and expected that sooner or later they would revise those comments. Sen. Edward Kennedy never did, and Robert Kennedy himself was dead for most that time. Now, at last, the silence has been broken by Robert F. Kennedy Jr. In an interview in Dallas he said his father doubted the lone assassin theory and thought the Warren Commission did a “shoddy” job. He also alluded to the involvement of organized crime and rogue CIA figures.
His comments give vast credence to what has been apparent for years. There is evidence that from the day it happened Robert Kennedy sensed a conspiracy and suspected who was behind it. It has been revealed that his first call was to John McCone, director of the CIA, wanting to know if the agency had been involved. McCone said no, but he would not know. As a Kennedy appointee, replacing the fired Allen Dulles, he was out of the loop. Dulles, meanwhile, wound up a key figure on the Warren Commision.
The Warren Commission was not merely shoddy. It was fixed, controlled by the FBI and people close to the CIA, such as Dulles. And recent books, notably David Talbot’s Brothers and James Douglass’ JFK and the Unspeakable have made it clear that the Kennedys knew that by saying they had not read the report, they gave themselves an out. Researchers have also learned that three of the seven members of the commission, including Sen. Richard Russell of Georgia, did not even want to sign the report that Lee Harvey Oswald was a lone assassin.
Those reluctant members did not know, but might have suspected, what researchers have concluded based on recently declassified documents and witnesses who have come forth over the years: Oswald was likely a government operative for both the CIA and FBI. That puts an entirely different face on the crime of the century. Pennsylvania Sen. Richard Schweiker, who reopened the investigation in the mid-1970s, certainly had that opinion, saying Oswald “had the fingerprints of intelligence all over him.”
It was Schweiker who hired Gaeton Fonzi, at the time a partner in Gold Coast magazine, to look into possible Oswald connections to the CIA-sponsored anti-Castro groups in South Florida. Fonzi made a link between Oswald and a highly placed CIA officer, and reported it in Gold Coast in articles that later became the book The Last Investigation. In 1980 his work was largely ignored. But over the years it became the basis for many other researchers and it elevated Fonzi to an iconic status among those seeking the truth about JFK’s death. Such was his place in history that Fonzi’s death last August was covered by The New York Times, and newspapers around the world. The guess here is that Robert Kennedy Jr. has heard of him.
The tailgater could not have been better executed. There must have been a hundred Notre Dame grads and friends, including a prominent alum we failed to mention in our previous post about the clout of Notre Dame in South Florida. That would be Paul Flanigan, ’79, owner of the Quarterdeck restaurants. He and has wife mingled with fellow Domers under pleasant skies. Anyway, it was a great night for the Irish. Then the game began.
The first mistake Irish coach Brian Kelly made was electing to kick off and give Alabama the ball. It quickly became apparent that Notre Dame’s only chance in this game was to keep Bama’s offense off the field. And that might have been possible early in the game before the momentum became irreversible. There were several questionable calls early in the game – at least the Notre Dame stands thought so. One was the long pass to a receiver who the replay showed was in bounds. The refs thought otherwise. The other was the fumble on a fair catch deep in Alabama’s territory. Those two calls might have, we say again might have, given Notre Dame a score in the first quarter to keep them in contention.
But the decisions went the other way, and after the second touchdown there was no stopping the Crimson Tide. Most impressive were their running backs, and for the next three weeks (it seemed that long with all the commercial breaks and interruptions for various awards which mar big games) Alabama seemed to have three Jim Browns, taking turns shredding an Irish defense that had been much praised during the regular season. These guys were big, fast, surprisingly agile and determined. Bama runners found holes when they appeared, and if they didn’t, they made them themselves with brute force. Time and again Notre Dame players made a hit at the line of scrimmage, and even in the backfield, only to be swatted away like meddling insects. That just did not happen in Notre Dame’s previous 12 wins.
Alabama was superb in every phase of the game, but the lopsided score was largely a credit to the running game. This morning’s papers were surprisingly kind to Notre Dame, so much so that the headlines and extensive coverage were not the most depressing news of the day.
Here we change mood. There was a story about a Florida Atlantic University professor who blogged that he questioned the recent mass shooting of children at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut. He questioned the circumstances of this appalling tragedy, even wondering if it happened at all, suggesting it might have been a conspiracy to justify gun control. He said the behavior of investigators was strange, and no photos were shown to prove the event occurred as reported. How astoundingly ghoulish.
We are not making this up, and FAU was quick to distance itself from the man’s ideas. We don’t know how he feels about the Holocaust. Probably not as strong. After all, in that instance there were photos.
There is a woman in Tallahassee who makes $300,000 a year, maybe a little more, working for organizations that promote laws enabling people to murder 26 people in minutes, including 20 children. But that is not important. What is important is that this blog, if read by anybody, almost never produces comment, but this one will. You can ask almost any columnist what produces reaction, and they will tell you anything on gun control. It is right in there with Jimmy Breslin’s suggestion that dogs in New York be thrown in front of subways. The reaction from dog lovers was furious, but not orchestrated. Breslin’s outburst was too bizarre for a planned counter-offensive. But reaction to gun control is clearly organized, probably written by design by members of the National Rifle Association, who rarely give a real name.
They will write, as one moron from Texas who had the guts to appear on national TV said in reaction to the recent tragedy that had the school principal been armed, those kids would be alive. Now that is important, but unfortunately, too tame, too limited.
On a hunch, this blog has been interrupted to check out today’s Palm Beach Post and its excellent columnist, Frank Cerabino. A few months back he told us that one topic that always stirs emotions is guns.
Sure as hell, Cerabino (pronounced Chur-a-bino) is writing today about guns, which assures, as he will be the first to admit, a bombardment of reactions, mostly attacking him for daring to link Florida’s absurdly permissive gun laws to such a sad event.
Back on topic. The guy from Texas says school principals should be armed. Wonderful idea, but limited. Why not give all the kids guns?
Imagine, a high school with 2,000 kids, and every one packing a gun that shoots 100 rounds. As Cerabino writes today, there are people in positions of importance in Florida who boast that the state is a leader in concealed weapons permits. Just imagine the fun they would
have if all our school children were armed. Armed, but not dangerous, of course. What could be safer than everybody in this great country carrying a machine gun? Who would have the nerve to throw the first volley?
But since we are so outgunned when it comes to this topic, perhaps it is time to organize a group to resist the gun lobby. Maybe even find somebody willing to stand up for sanity for $300,000 a year. You might for a few takers for that thankless job.
Too bad it isn’t 25 years ago. That was a time when the lass editing this column was barely alive, if at all. It was also a time when a reporter, noting that plans were underway for a commuter train from Miami to Palm Beach, called the Florida East Coast Railway to find out why that railway, the perfect track through the old downtowns along the way, did not want the new service on its tracks. Asking for the company’s public relations department, he was told there was none. He was told somebody would call him back.
Somebody did, about two weeks later, and the somebody turned out to be the president of the FEC. An amiable fellow in a gruff sort of way, he said the FEC was a freight railroad, and wanted no passenger trains. Period. Today, after two changes of ownership (the current owner is Florida East Coast Industries), the answer would have been quite different, and had it come 25 years ago, all the money and energy that went into building Tri-Rail on the western CSX – the double tracking, the modern stations with overpasses and the improved signals – would have been directed to the FEC and Tri-Rail would serve the heart of downtowns along its route, and be a much busier service. And after 25 years, the economic development associated with it would be impressive.
Well, as the papers are telling us with increasing enthusiasm, that is beginning to happen. The first shot was the FEC’s announcement of a fast train from Miami to Orlando. The press has carried maps of prospective station locations, and land purchases by the railroad in the most important locations, including downtown Miami and West Palm Beach. Not only does the FEC, or its parent company Florida East Coast Industries, want passenger service, it wants it so badly it is willing to pay for it. That is pretty much unheard of these days. Just about all the rail commuter lines and long distance passenger service has been taken over by Amtrak or regional authorities like Tri-Rail. But the FEC is willing to foot the bill and the reason appears to be not so much the joy of running a train from South Florida to Orlando’s Disney World, but rather the enhanced value of the railroad’s considerable property along the route.
Almost immediately after the FEC’s announcement of its privately funded venture, All Aboard Florida, the very publicly funded Tri-Rail began discussing moving some trains over to the FEC tracks. That only makes sense, and initially need not be too costly if it uses an existing connection between the two tracks in the Pompano Beach area, and piggybacks the stations the FEC plans for Fort Lauderdale and Miami. North of Fort Lauderdale, Tri-Rail on its present tracks is useful. There is considerable commercial activity along the I-95 corridor in Palm Beach County. Existing stations, such as one near the Cypress Creek office complex, are nicely positioned. Tri-Rail need not abandon its present infrastructure, for it serves the Miami International Airport, but it would be less busy.
Ultimately Tri-Rail could expand north on the FEC. That would likely involve public/private financing to upgrade the railroad for much heavier and faster traffic. Some grade crossings, numerous on the FEC, would have to be eliminated or made safer, which would be a great benefit for the railroad’s freight activity. There has also been consideration of Amtrak running some long-distance trains on the FEC, especially north of Palm Beach where its coastal route to Jacksonville is far more direct than Amtrak’s current route through the center of the state. These other uses of its tracks are welcomed by Florida East Coast Industries, a sea change from 25 years ago.
After years of everybody knowing this transportation revolution needed to happen, it appears to be underway, and fast, maybe within two years. And yet the long-range benefits far exceed the short-term value of a good rail system. Areas near proposed stations are often seedy or undeveloped. We can foresee an explosion of office, hotel and high-rise residential development all along the FEC corridor. This has happened in many places where rail service has been modernized. Our guess is the FEC sees it more clearly than anybody.
This could be a big financial story for all of Florida’s east coast, maybe the biggest story since, well, since Henry Flager brought his railroad through more than 100 years ago.
It was the late 1970s, and being a great father, it was only natural to take the kid to see Notre Dame play at Miami. Notre Dame won easily that day, which was no surprise. The Hurricanes had not had a good football team in years; in fact there was thought to giving up the program. We felt sympathy for Miami. A lot of their players came from down here. We had followed some of them in high school. And the kid wasn’t crazy about Notre Dame. He thought they were a bunch of rah-rah hot dogs.
Then a strange thing happened. Howard Schnellenberger took over as coach and suddenly Miami wasn’t so bad. And after a season or so, we saw another Notre Dame team arrive at the Orange Bowl. And this day, miracle of miracles, Miami beat the Irish. Not just beat them. The final was 37-15. It was 1981. The quarterback, a Pennsylvania import named Jim Kelly, was obviously pretty good. We were thrilled. And even more thrilled when Kelly took Miami up to play Penn State, where he had wanted to go but they would not let him play quarterback. Kelly and Miami won that day, and we knew something special was happening with this team. They were really getting good. In fact, now a national power, Miami beat Notre Dame two of the next three years. We were fans.
Then something interesting happened. The kid got a Navy ROTC scholarship and the best school he got in was Notre Dame. He wasn’t that crazy about going. You know, the rah-rah hot dog stuff. But he went and soon became one of those hot dogs himself. Love for the Hurricanes disappeared almost instantly, especially as an intense rivalry developed between two excellent programs. He was near despair in 1985 when Jimmy Johnson’s Miami team mauled the Irish, 58-7, in the Orange Bowl. And estactic three years later, his senior year, when the Irish, under Lou Holtz, won at Notre Dame, 31-30, en route to its last national championship.
And now, after some painful seasons, the Irish are back and the kid, now a member of the Orange Bowl Committee, will be there, hoping for the first national title since his senior year. He won’t be alone. We have discovered over the years that Notre Dame has a big presence in South Florida. It goes back a long time. You can start with the Gore family, who owned the Sun-Sentinel for years. Six of former Gov. R.H. Gore’s children went to Notre Dame. Then there are the Zloch brothers, who came out of what is now St. Thomas Aquinas High School. Three of them played for Notre Dame. U.S. District Judge William Zloch was quarterback under Ara Parseghian. Since then there have been many players at Notre Dame. Autry Denson set a ND rushing record. The current punter, Ben Turk, is from St. Thomas.
And it isn’t just sports. Notre Dame has a dozen alumni clubs in the state, and its grads are prominent in every market. In Fort Lauderdale, Mayor Jack Seiler is a Domer. Florida’s Chief Financial Officer Jeff Atwater is another. Alabama is a lot closer to Sun Life Stadium but it is doubtful Notre Dame will be outfanned next month. The Irish aren’t just coming. They’re here.
Unlike the aforementioned films, to fully understand “Lincoln” requires some historical knowledge, such as reading Team Of Rivals, upon which it is partly based. It is difficult today to appreciate the nuances of the 13th Amendment debate in the context of war, and the motivation of the strong personalities who took part in it. The film also leaves a dangling subplot – the tension between Lincoln, his wife Mary and his son Robert, over Robert, fresh from Harvard, wanting to serve in a war his mother desperately wanted him to avoid. The film leaves Robert in limbo. In fact, Lincoln eventually managed to get him a position on Gen. Grant’s staff near the end of the war. It was a nice Lincoln compromise, satisfying his son’s desire to wear a uniform in that epic conflict, while catering to his mother by putting him in a relatively safe position. Relatively, for Grant had some close calls and many generals, including Confederate heroes Stonewall Jackson, Jeb Stuart and Albert Sidney Johnston, died in battle. But it takes a sharp eye to notice, near the film’s end, an officer who appears to be Robert Lincoln standing amid Grant’s staff when Robert E. Lee surrenders.
The timing of this film is rich, as many have noted. Lincoln’s machinations in offering patronage jobs to members of Congress who had just been defeated, but whose terms had not yet expired, in effect buying their votes for his amendment, is compared to the maneuvering in Washington today. Politicians are taking note. Just this morning Sen. Dick Durbin, appearing on “Morning Joe,” quoted from the film Lincoln’s line about showing the world “that Democracy is not chaos.” Maybe President Obama can take a page from Lincoln’s play book, practicing the art of statecraft. Promise his most ardent Tea Party opponents jobs as postmasters on Guam when they lose in the next election.
Given the U.S. Constitution, this scenario could never take place. But just suppose a fellow becomes a top military guy and eventually is promoted to a very high government post. And then, through no fault of his own, he gets caught up in a bit of skirt with a much younger chippy and gets exposed when government agents tap into his and her e-mail accounts. His career, maybe his life, is ruined. Of course that could never happen, for it would constitute a massive invasion of privacy, utterly contrary to the way our country behaves. But just suppose it did. Then, all over the land, this land for you and me, women in bars would be asking men this question.Woman: “Why would he take that chance, given his sensitive position and the fact that he is so much in the limelight?”Man: “Have you heard of sex? Besides, he did not start it. Women always make the first move.”Woman: “Who says?”Man: “John says.”Woman: “John who?”Man: “He probably wouldn’t like it if I told you. Make him John Hancock. But he’s right. Every man knows this. Women invariably deny it.”Woman: “They deny it because it isn’t true.”Man: “See, you just proved my point. When a guy gets that big, whether he’s in politics, entertainment, sports or organized crime, women are attracted to power. It’s an aphrodisiac. A bartender, who had considerable experience in these matters, once told me that women were attracted to men in control. He said, and I quote, some women go for cops, some go for gangsters, some go for bartenders, thank God.Woman: “Nonsense.”Man: “Also, maybe his wife got too old. Women have an obligation to stay young and beautiful.”Woman: “Men get old too.”Man: “But it’s different. They also get distinguished. And rich. And powerful. And they still seek romance. Some young men like older women, up to about age 35. But not many men go after 60-year-old women. And maybe she changed from the devoted thing he married. Maybe she turned into a terrible-tempered size 42. Maybe she threw out his paratrooper boots.”Woman: “Why would she do that?”Man: “Because she could. And maybe she started complaining that he never puts down the toilet seat. Or routinely forgets to take out the trash. Or puts his beer glass in the sink instead of the dishwasher. Those little things create unbearable tension and make men welcome the freedom of adoration, especially if she’s 19. Maybe she threw out his La Salle tie.”Woman: “He didn’t go to La Salle.”Man: “You never miss a chance for marketing.”Woman: “You’re salacious.”Man: “You’re stupid. I like that in a woman.”Woman: “I think you’re charming. It’s late and it’s dark out there. Why don’t you walk me to my car.”Man: “Okay, but lay off the e-mail.”
Last night at YOLO Restaurant, the popular downtown Fort Lauderdale restaurant owned by Tim Petrillo, Broward Bulldog celebrated its third anniversary with a fundraising party. Notable among the anniversary presents was a $25,000 contribution from Michael Connelly, the acclaimed crime story writer. This is not Connelly’s first act of generosity to the independent investigative organization founded by Dan Christensen. Connelly contributed $10,000 to help launch the deal.
Why such interest on Connelly’s part? For starters, he knows the territory pretty well. In the mid-1980s, the St. Thomas Aquinas High School grad, not long out of the University of Florida, joined the Sun-Sentinel as a reporter. It wasn’t long before he was part of a team nominated for the Pulitzer Prize for its work on the tragic crash in Dallas of a plane which had flown from Fort Lauderdale carrying many local people. He left the paper in the early '90s and used his considerable experience as a police reporter to write his first book. The Black Echo was a big success, and Connelly, after almost 30 more books, is regarded as a master of the crime story genre. He was helped early in his career when President Bill Clinton praised his work. Obviously, he has made a few bucks.
Equally obviously, he knows the problems of the newspaper industry. Dan Christensen is among many experienced reporters who took early retirement (in his case 2009) buyouts, often against their will, as papers have cut back drastically. Understaffed papers have fewer resources for serious behind-the-scenes reporting. Enter Broward Bulldog (www.browardbulldog.org) to fill the void. Christensen and others regularly publish probing stories online, and some of the more important pieces have been picked up by the major dailies. They don’t pay much for the pleasure, however, and Broward Bulldog relies on advertising (not much) and the support of friends.
They are, for the most part, former newspaper people. Last night’s event included Gene Cryer, retired editor of the Sun-Sentinel; Jonathon King, former Sun-Sentinel reporter who, like Connelly, has turned to fiction; Kevin Boyd, who worked for The Miami Herald, Sun-Sentinel and the late Hollywood Sun-Tattler before entering the public relations field; and Buddy Nevins, former Sun-Sentinel political reporter who now does the Broward Beat blog and contributes to various publications, including a recent piece on Marco Rubio for Gulfstream Media Group’s magazines.
By sunrise tomorrow, barring legal delays, we should know who won the election. And if we do, it will again be permissible to speak the truth. So when Republicans are asked if the storm and Gov. Chris Christie helped President Obama, they won’t have to dodge the question and say how their heart goes out to the poor souls who caught the right – meaning windy – side of a massive storm. If they lose they can simply say the S.O.B. killed us.
And both parties will be able to be candid about the economy. If President Obama wins, he can say he did not cause the great recession, and he did not cure it. But it is ending, and as economists have been telling us for four years, it pretty much ended itself. And barring an international catastrophe, things will continue to improve no matter who runs the country.
There has been so much distortion, and denial, on the political front for the last few years that it is hard to find a single issue where either side has been totally truthful. The one that hits closest to home, and has been hitting for several years, is the state of the economy. More than once we have mobilized the language to offset the incessant drum beat that things are terrible and the world is ending. Recall FDR’s famous line, “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” Our concern was that negative politicking affects all business by scaring people. And also, that it just wasn’t true.
Our magazine business, whose advertisers represent a broad section of South Florida’s economy, started to recover from a very bad 2008 at exactly the time the experts predicted we would hit bottom – and the stock market began recovering. That was the fall of 2009. Our business improved in each year since. Not much, only a few percent each year, but that is about what the forecasters expected. This year has been up and down, but mostly up. Then, when the unemployment numbers started improving, all heaven broke loose. Advertising contracts in September jumped more than 40 percent. In November, a stunning 85 percent. This almost assures that for the year we will be up at least 25 percent over 2011. Now contracts are not martinis, and there is always some erosion as people change their minds, but those numbers largely hold up.
This is not so much about us. We did not do things much differently from year to year. But it is about the confidence of the market, with businesses making plans for a year or two down the road. Happy days may not be here again, but the world has not ended. By tomorrow, both parties may have the honesty to admit that.
