Like many great discoveries, it came almost by accident. Since the dawn of time, scientists have been trying to figure out the difference between men and women. And right here at an alumni luncheon we were discussing a celebrity, one well-known in the broadcast news business, who happens to be the daughter of one of the couples at the luncheon.
Unfortunately, this discussion did not take place until after everybody had split. We asked if the other half had met the parents of the famous daughter.“Were they there? I wanted to meet them and tell them how good their daughter is.”
“I thought you met ‘em. I would have introduced you. It was hard enough figuring out who the guys were, and I’ve seen most of them over the years. People change after 60 years. At one time you were standing next to her. You were talking to the guy you mixed up with his brother. I thought you met them. You probably did and didn’t even know it.”
And this is exactly where the great scientific breakthrough came: “What was she wearing?” the other half asked.
“What was she wearing? How the hell do I know? She was wearing clothes, I guess. I probably would have noticed otherwise.”
"I mean what color dress? Or was she wearing a flowered pant suit? Was she the one in that little vest?”
"How do I know? Who would even notice, with 50 people milling around, all trying to figure out who the hell was who. I don’t even know what you were wearing, and you’re still wearing it.”
There was another woman privy to this exchange. And she said: “Women notice that kind of thing.”
"What kind of thing?”
“What people are wearing. Especially other women.”
Eureka, or other such expressions. For the first time in history it was revealed that the big difference between men and women is that women notice what other women wear, and men can’t tell the difference from one old lady to the next, unless one of them is in a thong.
“What color was her hair? Do you remember how she was wearing it?”
“Was or is,” we said. “About 50 years ago it might have been sandy, streaked with silver. Now it’s the same color as all the others. Blonde or charcoal or Columbia blue – anything but what is really is. And I’m pretty sure she wore her hair on her head.”
“That’s more than half the men there could say.”
“Don’t get personal. I guess you want to know what color eyes. They all have the same color – pale moon embroidered with rubies.”
“Interesting. When we go to cocktail parties, you seem to notice what those sexy bartenders are wearing.”
“You mean not wearing.”
And so it went on, declining in historic value, all the way down the Shenandoah Valley. But that did not change the thrill of discovery of the difference between men and women. There may be other differences, yet uncovered by the hand of man. We will let you know if they surface.
Unfortunately, this discussion did not take place until after everybody had split. We asked if the other half had met the parents of the famous daughter.“Were they there? I wanted to meet them and tell them how good their daughter is.”
“I thought you met ‘em. I would have introduced you. It was hard enough figuring out who the guys were, and I’ve seen most of them over the years. People change after 60 years. At one time you were standing next to her. You were talking to the guy you mixed up with his brother. I thought you met them. You probably did and didn’t even know it.”
And this is exactly where the great scientific breakthrough came: “What was she wearing?” the other half asked.
“What was she wearing? How the hell do I know? She was wearing clothes, I guess. I probably would have noticed otherwise.”
"I mean what color dress? Or was she wearing a flowered pant suit? Was she the one in that little vest?”
"How do I know? Who would even notice, with 50 people milling around, all trying to figure out who the hell was who. I don’t even know what you were wearing, and you’re still wearing it.”
There was another woman privy to this exchange. And she said: “Women notice that kind of thing.”
"What kind of thing?”
“What people are wearing. Especially other women.”
Eureka, or other such expressions. For the first time in history it was revealed that the big difference between men and women is that women notice what other women wear, and men can’t tell the difference from one old lady to the next, unless one of them is in a thong.
“What color was her hair? Do you remember how she was wearing it?”
“Was or is,” we said. “About 50 years ago it might have been sandy, streaked with silver. Now it’s the same color as all the others. Blonde or charcoal or Columbia blue – anything but what is really is. And I’m pretty sure she wore her hair on her head.”
“That’s more than half the men there could say.”
“Don’t get personal. I guess you want to know what color eyes. They all have the same color – pale moon embroidered with rubies.”
“Interesting. When we go to cocktail parties, you seem to notice what those sexy bartenders are wearing.”
“You mean not wearing.”
And so it went on, declining in historic value, all the way down the Shenandoah Valley. But that did not change the thrill of discovery of the difference between men and women. There may be other differences, yet uncovered by the hand of man. We will let you know if they surface.
One notes the case of a Broward city commissioner who has been subject to a recall movement. She is easy to recall, for who could forget the dumb defense that worked when she was on trial for allegedly taking stuff in return for her vote. Her dumb defense, in effect, was that she was too dumb to do anything crooked. Her lawyer argued that she was admittedly not a bright bulb, but surely not venal. She simply did not realize anything was wrong. A jury accepted that explanation and found her innocent by virtue of stupidity.
Now she wants her job back, and is fighting the recall on the grounds that this is all personal. She may not be smart enough to realize it, but she may be in the process of establishing a new campaign mode for South Florida. We can see the day when the key to political success will be to appear dumber than anybody running against you.
We had a chance to interview a prospect for a political office.
“Your principal qualification is stupidity, right?”
“Yes, sir. There’s nobody out there who can touch me when it comes to being one brick short of a load.”
“And that qualifies you for public office.”
“Sure, I’m too dumb to cause any harm. I won’t understand the laws. I’ll vote for anything anybody wants, as long as my net worth increases annually.”
“Your opponents don’t seem that bright," we said. "How do you know you outdumb them?”
“Oh some of them may have a certain cachet, but not dumb as a stump like me. I’ll take a polygraph.”
“What was that word you used?”
“What word?" he said.
“Didn’t you say cachet? Now that’s not an everyday dumbster’s word. You even pronounced it right. A truly dumb person would rhyme it with hatchet, rather than the traditional French pronounciation, which rhymes with maché. People who are trying to become smarter tend to use such words, like paradigm and conundrum, and they fancy expressions such as ‘kick the can down the road,’ and ‘at the end of the day,’ and ‘you have my back.’ Nobody knows what they mean, but they sound smart. You could have a problem if voters perceive you are trying to become smart. And, by the way, by cachet did you mean an official seal of recognition or approval, or were you referencing a medicinal preparation for swallowing consisting of a case usually of rice-flour paste enclosing a medicine?”
“No, I didn’t mean nothing like that. I was thinking more of a design or inscription on an envelope to commemorate a postal or philatelic event. Also a girl who dresses good," he said.
“Friend, I think you have a problem. People will distrust you if they think you are smart enough to pretend to be stupid just to get their vote. You can’t use arcane words and be accepted by a dumb voter. For starters, you need to bury the cachet. And imagine if you got in front of a jury for misfeasance or malfeasance. You could never convince them they you are too dumb to be on the take. I think the reason the woman got off was that she may well have been truly, honest-to-God dumb, a bona fide boob, and the jury was smart enough to grasp that. Suppose in a trial somebody uses a word like ‘venal.’ What would you say?”
“I’d play dumb.”
“Friend, we wish you well. But we’ll put our money on the jury.”
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| Robert E. Lee |
It was a beautiful day on the battlefield. We were standing near the famous copse of trees that was the Confederate objective on Cemetery Ridge, the site of the legendary Pickett’s Charge. The grandsons asked if they were the same trees as in the battle. Interesting question. If so, they must be well leaded. A father from Scranton was with his boys and he said, “I have a million questions about this battle.”
“We could probably answer five-hundred-thousand of them,” an eavesdropper said.
“I know nothing about the battle,” the father said, looking over the expanse of flat, mostly uphill land a mile wide toward Seminary Ridge, “but I wonder why they ever made that charge across open fields.”
“People have been wondering that for 150 years,” he was told. It was just a coincidence that we visited Gettysburg just a few weeks before the 150th anniversary of the greatest killing field on American soil, but it was no coincidence that a man viewing the battlefield for the first time wondered why so great a general as Robert E. Lee sent 12,500 of his best troops on an attack that even his top lieutenant thought was doomed to fail.
Lee, largely silent on the subject, said only that he thought his men could do anything and added that, for reasons unknown, his plan of coordinated attacks from three different directions was not carried out. He also said he could have used Stonewall Jackson, who had been killed at Chancellorsville a month before.
The great general was hardly alone in attacking a formidable Civil War position. Union Gen. Ambrose Burnside at Fredericksburg sent the Irish Brigade to slaughter in a hopeless uphill attack. And Gen. John Bell Hood destroyed the better part of a Confederate army in similar fashion at the Battle of Franklin in Tennessee.
But it is Gettysburg that continues to fascinate and draw the crowds. For the big anniversary next week there will be almost as many people wandering around Gettysburg wearing Civil War uniforms as took part in the original fight. And some of them, like the fellow from Scranton, will ask some strange questions. Columnist George Will overheard people saying that it was interesting that so many of these great battles took place in national parks, and observing that the battle could not have been that bad – there are no bullet holes on the monuments.
Gettysburg has too many monuments; some of them look like churches. Compare it to Manassas (Bull Run) right outside Washington. The first big battlefield of the war has little statuary. Or Five Forks near Petersburg, Virginia, the last big engagement. Many of the 9,500 Confederates were captured, greatly weakening the already worn-down Southern army, and forcing Lee to abandon his position and begin the retreat that led to Appomattox. That battlefield has hardly changed over a century and a half, but it is barley recognizable as such. It was not even on the historic registry until 1960. Five country roads still intersect, but there is a lone cannon and a marker to remember the battle. You could pass it without notice.
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| Cape May, N.J., is the nation's oldest seashore resort. |
Some of this has been written before; some hasn't. If you have read it before, skip those parts. The part repeated is a call for the Auto Train concept to be extended throughout the Republic. We have been riding this train almost annually since it began as a private enterprise in the 1970s, and we'd like to point out that it is not only a great idea, but is the only long-distance train in the Amtrak system that does not lose money.
Our most recent trip came amid the terrible weather that raced up and down the East Coast. Bad weather in the north delayed the southbound train arriving in Sanford, Fla. Therefore the train was about 20 minutes behind its scheduled 4 p.m. departure. Often it leaves early, just as soon as all the cars and their passengers are aboard. Despite the late start, it still managed to pull into Lorton, Va., a half hour before the scheduled 9:30 a.m. arrival. This trip was close to maximum - more than 300 vehicles. We have asked before, and ask again, why such a good idea, proved now over four decades, has not spread to all long-distance trains in the country?
The train saved us a day, maybe two, of hard driving on the way to Cape May, N.J. - the nation's oldest seashore resort. It taught Florida how to do it. There the big sports news was not the Miami Heat in a slugfest for the NBA championship, but rather the U.S. Open being played a few hours away at Merion East, outside Philadelphia. The weather there, as at the shore, turned from torrential (aka known as a typical Florida summer afternoon) to spectacular as the week wore on. The tournament, as you know, was not won by Tiger Woods, who may be still out there in a creek, but by a pleasant English chap who said all the right things.
The Philadelphia Inquirer, once part of the same company that produces The Miami Herald, covered the tournament in detail - much the way the Herald covers the Heat - describing each shot by every player, living or dead.
The same day as the big tournament coverage, the Inquireralso began a series of ambitious design. It seemed more than appropriate for an ex-Philly dog touring the disaster that has become of the old neighborhood. No grass, no glass, and in many cases no houses - just gaps like a missing tooth - where friends had once called home. "The Wheel Man" deals with a 2008 murder of a young man from Minnesota who had come to Philadelphia to teach. Six weeks later, coming home late from a part-time job at Starbucks, he was shot in the head from behind by someone who wanted his cell phone. The story is about how the cops, starting with almost nothing, got their man.
It is told in a gripping, staccato tone. You can smell the empty houses, rotted porches sagging, where crack dealers flop. For atmosphere, think "Blackhawk Down," which ran in the same paper. Example: "Another time, he got a cell phone from Ant North, a cracked white Samsung. He never said anything about a dead teacher."
The Inquirer is going for a prize on this one. Don't be surprised if they get one. Elsewhere in today's paper, there is a story about the Miami Heat fighting tonight for survival. But you probably knew that.
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| Dan Christensen is a respected journalist and founder of Broward Bulldog. |
It is a Florida story if ever there was one. Recently broken by Dan Christensen’s BrowardBulldog.org in The Miami Herald, it deals with a wealthy Saudi Arabian family who left Sarasota in a hurry just before 9/11, after (as the story explains) visits by some of the suicide terrorists since identified in that event. It involves the FBI’s denial that the information was relevant to that great crime, and more recently an investigation, followed now by a lawsuit, filed by former Florida governor and U.S. Sen. Bob Graham, demanding to know the details of what appears to be a shocking cover-up. On top of that, crucial legal decisions are now before U.S. District Judge William Zloch of Fort Lauderdale.
Some background. Dan Christensen is a highly respected journalist who lost his job during the cutbacks at The Miami Herald. “Rather than flip hamburgers,” Christensen says, he decided in 2009 to launch BrowardBulldog.org, an independent investigative organization. He has been funded largely by contributions. Michael Connelly, ex-Sun-Sentinel writer turned best-selling crime story author, has been among the most generous.
Broward Bulldog has done what it promised, and a number of its stories have been picked up by newspapers. But none seems as potentially powerful as this one. Christensen says the original tip came from Anthony Summers, an investigative reporter based in Ireland who has written respected works on the Kennedy assassination and on 9/11. Summers was credited as co-author of Broward Bulldog’s work.
“Tony told me he had gotten this tip and asked if I wanted to work on it,” Christensen says. “I said sure.”
Christensen first broke the story in 2011, but the impact became far greater with the recent revelation that the FBI did not reveal documents relating to contacts between the 9/11 bombers and the Sarasota Saudis. This is where Graham comes in. As co-chair of the 9/11 commission, he and no one on his commission were told by the FBI that it had information on the Sarasota connection. Graham knew nothing of this stunning information until informed by Christensen and Summers. But after Broward Bulldog sued the FBI, supported by Graham’s affidavit, the FBI released 31 pages of documents related to a matter of which they initially said they had no information.
Says Christensen: “The FBI told me to my face there was nothing to this. But it is crystal clear there is more to it. All of a sudden in March, they discover 31 pages that contradict what they had been saying publicly.” Former Sen. Graham thinks there is a lot more, and with his background in Washington, he deserves an opinion. In the lawsuit he said he suspects such a matter might have thousands of pages of information.
Defying someone such as Bob Graham is not quite the same as stonewalling a cutie working the NFL sideline. Graham served 10 years on the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence and was chairman when 9/11 occurred. His family is also related to the ownership of the powerful The Washington Post. He is hardly someone to mess around with.
The question is why would the FBI conceal something of such importance? The suspicion, at least here, is that it suggests involvement by very important people in Saudi Arabia, a nation that is allegedly our best friend in the Arab world. It also suggests that if this concealment is as blatant as it appears to be, it must have been known on a level higher than the FBI. Whatever the reasons, the FBI has asked Judge Zloch to quash this suit on the grounds of national security.
Christensen notes an eerie comparison to another horrific event – the JFK assassination. He knew Gaeton Fonzi shortly after Fonzi published the first credible evidence linking the “lone nut” Lee Harvey Oswald to a high-ranking CIA agent. That was more than 40 years ago. And today, drop by declassified drop, it is clear that both the CIA and FBI concealed what they really knew about Oswald, and almost every other crucial aspect of the murder of a president.
Fonzi’s work, although it began in Philadelphia, largely took place in South Florida, where he explored connections between anti-Castro groups and the CIA – eventually leading him to a connection with Oswald. For 40 years the CIA denied having anything of importance in its files on Oswald. Then, Jefferson Morley, at the time working for The Washington Post, found evidence that Oswald was known to the CIA well before the murder in Dallas, and efforts to conceal any connections to our intelligence apparatus went far up the agency’s ladder.
Another similarity is the lack of mainstream press attention to an important story. Although it broke last week, almost no major newspaper has picked up the story. That’s hard to believe, considering it broke in The Miami Herald and involved someone as prominent as Bob Graham.
In the case of Christensen’s work, it has only been 12 years since that awful day in New York. Either investigative reporters are getting better, or the cover-up artists less adept.
We expect more on this. Stay tuned, or for faster transmission, log onto BrowardBulldog.org.
We are looking at a copy of CITYVIEW, which does not have a space between "city" and "view." This appears to be the first issue of a publication sponsored by the Downtown Fort Lauderdale Civic Association. It seems to be one more attempt for a quasi-government or quasi-community group to get into the magazine business. This has been going on forever. One of the best city magazines, Philadelphia, had its origins as a chamber of commerce publication which nobody read. For more on that, read The Philadelphia Magazine Story, written by Bernard McCormick, no relation to us except the same person.
We wonder why such groups always want to have publications, which sell ads. Why not start a bank? Northern Trust would love that. Why not just a nice little restaurant, or a marina, or better still, a high-rise apartment? But that’s not the point today. The point today is that the cover of this new pub (not be confused with a real pub, such as Maguires Hill 16) features a shot from space, or somewhere aloft, showing all the planned new buildings in downtown Fort Lauderdale. Some, as regulars on Federal Highway notice, are seriously underway. Others are just waiting for approval. The outline of the geography into which these new buildings fall is outlined in yellow on the magazine’s cover. It resembles the helmet logo of a pro football team. Maybe the Atlanta Falcons.
But pageantry is not the theme today. The theme today is that inside the book there is a page devoted to “Downtown Development Projects” which shows all the buildings involved, in type so small that we needed the young eyes of one of our beautiful editors, aided by a magnifying loop (a relic of the days when we used them to blow up photography proof sheets) to read the tiny print. And that print revealed that the 15 projects listed, if all built, will produce nearly 4,000 residential units and 108 hotel rooms. That is an enormous increase in population in a section not much more than a mile long and half as wide at its fattest point. The magazine articles accompanying the map describe this as a wonderful event for downtown Fort Lauderdale. All these jobs, all these new residents, etc. But it doesn’t mention all these cars, which typically will be more than one per unit.
That is our theme. All this development comes at a time when those already living in downtown, especially those in residential neighborhoods such as Victoria Park, Colee Hammock, Flagler Heights, and (although most of them don’t seem to sense it) even Rio Vista, are increasingly concerned about traffic already here. It has been going on ever since the city, in an effort to preserve the residential quality of convenient downtown neighborhoods, began closing streets more than 20 years ago. The idea was to redeem old neighborhoods caught between the growing beach and the sprawling western areas. But the agitation is recently renewed, especially from those living on the Las Olas Isles who want to see streets between Las Olas Boulevard and Broward Boulevard reopened, so they can more easily visit the Galleria Mall, or wherever they want to go to the west. Obviously, the people in Colee Hammock are not thrilled with that idea. Some of the city’s most impressive new homes have been built in that neighborhood precisely because the city had the good sense to reduce cut-through traffic years ago. Business on Las Olas has sent employees parking all over the nearby residential neighborhoods, to the chagrin of those who live there. You see landscaped swales, and those spiky things, popping up all over.
Even before all this new downtown construction, you see the Henry Kinney Tunnel backed up during the season (take note, Rio Vista) and the office building where Gold Coast magazine resides sometimes has its own traffic jam trying just to get out of our own parking lot.
Is this an easy problem, Fort Lauderdale veering toward New York, where no sane person ever drives? Obviously not, but some thought should be given to the traffic problem, before the euphoria of all this new growth confronts reality.
Our friend W.C. feels awkward on certain occasions, such as Memorial Day, when they ask veterans to stand in church. “I’m embarrassed,” he says. “I never did nothin'.”
That goes for yours truly. Sunday, at the end of Mass, the priest asked the veterans in the church to come up to the altar. We hesitated, until the wife nudged. And so we stood there, about 20 of us, and the priest read some nice things and then gave us a special blessing and the congregation applauded. There was nobody up there old enough to have been in the Big One, but maybe a few saw time in Korea, and certainly some were in the Vietnam era. Others, we suspect, just put some time in at some safe place, just like W.C. did.
We trained with W.C. in artillery at Fort Sill, Okla., and then went through jump school at Fort Benning. We were on active duty at a time when the army was giving people six months active and eight years in the reserves. So, if you count four years ROTC, we both were associated with the military for 12 years, but the truth is we did nothin’. Had we not slipped in between Korea and Vietnam, we might have been forward observers, which can be dangerous business, but W.C. went ahead with plans to be a farmer and we wandered into this business.
The high point of that wandering was our reserve time. Our unit was civil affairs, a pretty safe post even in time of war, but our outfit, headed by a Pennsylvania state senator, and loaded with officers who were also college teachers, doctors, lawyers, Mercedes-Benz dealers and such, was so much fun that nobody ever quit. It was the other way around. In 1966, as Vietnam was heating up, the army threw us out. It considered us useless, and disbanded the whole unit. Some of the guys, mostly Korean War vets, were trying to get their 20 years in for retirement benefits, and most of them transferred to other units. But our eight years were up, so we put the uniforms in the closet and only bring them out some times for Halloween. However, it was in that unit that came the contact that led to Philadelphia Magazine, which, as our recent book details, was inventing the kind of magazines we have in Florida. Far from serving the nation in any meaningful way, we were remarkably well-served by the military.
So standing there in church, feeling silly with our military secret, we thought of Tommy. Tommy McCormick was a cousin, considerably older, and he died at Iwo Jima. He was a Navy pilot, flying an observation float plane (pictured above) catapulted from the battleship Tennessee. Recently, through Paul Dawson, who runs the USS Tennessee Museum in Huntsville, Tenn., we learned of a “confidential” after-battle report in the ship’s files, suggesting that Tommy was killed by friendly fire. The Navy suspected that his plane, at low altitude over the beach, was struck by an arcing long-range shell from one of our own ships. Something hit his plane, and without exploding, broke it in half and sent it immediately into the sea.
For obvious reasons, a man who deserved recognition on Memorial Day was not there to receive it. So those of us who did nothin’ accepted it in his memory.
Proof that somebody up there (in Tallahassee) is starting to take rail transportation seriously was the word this week that the Department of Transportation is considering a new rail line along U.S. Route 27 from Miami to Lake Okeechobee. The idea is to make this a freight line. The Sun-Sentinel reported that the concept of an inland distribution center in the Lake Okeechobee area would generate considerable new freight traffic from points south. If the new track could handle that traffic, as well as freight now using the CSX and FEC corridors along the coast, it could free those tracks to accommodate passenger trains being planned for commuter, intercity and long-distance service.
It would enable the passenger trains to move at speeds necessary to make them successful, and greatly reduce traffic holdups at the numerous grade crossings, especially on the FEC. A long freight holds up traffic for tedious minutes, especially when it decides to stop for no apparent reason. A passenger train clears the crossings much faster. There is also a safety factor. A freight takes a long time to slow down. When an engineer sees a vehicle stuck in his path, there isn’t much that can be done short of sounding his horn. But a passenger train could stop quickly and avoid disaster.
A foamer like this writer (a foamer dreams about trains) could see even farther down the new track, which being built from scratch, could potentially be useful beyond the contemplated purpose. It would enable the state to build a multi-track, high-speed line along an open corridor, largely free from grade crossings and with no need for stations for many miles. Freight could therefore go much faster and, if used eventually by passenger trains, it could be a high-speed line. Not 200 mph as in Europe and the Orient; that would require expensive electrification. But certainly speeds above 100 miles an hour would be realistic with current equipment. Trains we recently rode in Ireland (pictured above) could be a model. They are not electric, but routinely hit 90 mph and could go faster if track conditions permitted. Such a train could make the trip of about 55 miles from Miami to Clewiston inside an hour, largely because the last 37 miles from I-75 north would have no stops at all.
At that point the track could connect to existing lines circling Lake Okeechobee to the west. Those tracks are not modern, but they run through sparsely populated towns where improvements would not be nearly as expensive or disruptive to the communities. That would provide a rail link to Tampa - an intercity railroad that really makes sense. Today, it is a jerky connection, but still much shorter than using existing CSX tracks which run to West Palm Beach and then slant to the west – Amtrak’s current long-distance route. The connection to Tampa north of Lake Okeechobee takes more than five hours.
Ultimately, if the state wanted to be ambitious, another new rail line of about 40 miles could run from near Moore Haven to existing CSX track closer to Tampa. Again, this is largely open agricultural country and a very fast track is feasible. The route would not be exactly a straight line from one end to the other, but it’s close. It should make a trip from Miami to Tampa less than three hours. Florida would be in the 21st century.
Excuse us if we foam a bit.
Are we ready for a new industry in South Florida? As we speak, a Dania Beach firm is building a horseless carriage, a type of vehicle that only goes back a hundred years or so. That was a time when it took awhile to come up with a better name for the machine that replaced the horse-drawn carriage. But a horseless carriage is what is taking form in Dania Beach, where Jason Wenig’s Creative Workshop is building an entirely new car.
Wenig has gotten pretty well-known for restoring classic cars. He’s been featured in a number of publications, including Gold Coast. We’re even quoted on his website. But this project has taken him to the serious big time – New York – which is where he started out. His firm has been selected to build the prototype of an electric vehicle, but here’s the catch. If he does it to his usual standard, his new car will be hard to tell from classic luxury cars that go back more than a century. As reported in Sunday’s Sun-Sentinel, the car is based on a 1909 Pierce-Arrow (pictured above) and a Packard of similar vintage, but unlike those famous cars it will not have an internal combustion engine. It is being purposely built for use in New York, as a replacement for horse-drawn carriages that escort tourists around the city, including in Central Park. The organization that hired Wenig thinks a replica from that era will capture the nostalgia of the times without the hazards (and fertilizer left in their wake) of horses in a busy city. And it’s electric to reduce pollution.
Wenig says his car will not be an exact reproduction of the original cars. He explains:
“My favorite mark was the Pierce-Arrow. But this car represents a genre, a seven-passenger touring car of 1909. We can look back on these great iconic ideas and combine them into our own entity. There are so many panels to fit, and figure out how the frame integrates into the body. And how to make it legal for modern roads.”
And build something strong enough to stand up to constant use.
Wenig, who gave up a successful marketing career in the Big Apple to open his restoration business in 2001, is also an automotive historian. He points out that although the Pierce-Arrow had an internal combusion engine, at one time there were more electric cars than gas. World War I ended that.
“The war put a stake in the heart of the electric vehicle,” he notes.
The company’s contract is for $450,000. That seems attractive, but Wenig calls it “a mid-sized project, almost at cost. Another bigger company might have doubled the price.”
However, if the prototype is successful, dozens of cars may follow. That could create a space problem for the company, which operates out of a former granary near the FEC Railway tracks.
Sidecar:
Building a car from the ground up has precedent in South Florida. As Jason Wenig observes, auto racing legend Briggs Cunningham had a plant in West Palm Beach where he built his race cars, and later some 25 street machines.
Building a car from the ground up has precedent in South Florida. As Jason Wenig observes, auto racing legend Briggs Cunningham had a plant in West Palm Beach where he built his race cars, and later some 25 street machines.
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| The Miami Herald columnist Fred Grimm |
The intention today was to comment on the hypocrisy and inconsistency of the morons in the state legislature. They recently took the position that by rejecting federal money for health-care coverage for Florida’s poor people, they were asserting their right to judge what’s best for Florida. At the same time they were asserting their right to tell Florida’s communities what is best for them when it comes to local gun-control laws, and other matters which affect our quality of life.
The only problem is that we just discovered that The Miami Herald’s Fred Grimm had already written almost exactly the same thing, in some of the exact words, in a column last week. Grimm is an excellent writer. We usually read him, but missed this one. We suspected that Grimm, who lives around the corner from our joint, had somehow sneaked into the house and stole our idea from our computer.
Well, you know he didn’t do that, and since the Herald seems to have little readership from the audience of this blog, we will steal Grimm’s thoughts which deserve wider distribution. Writes Grimm:
“The locals-know-best governing philosophy lies at the steely heart of conservatism and it can’t be bought off. Not in this legislature. Not even with $51 billion in federal dollars.
Except that philosophy only runs in one direction. These same legislators dearly love passing preemption bills that undercut city and county governments and water management districts.”
Now here’s a Fred Grimm line that is close to what we planned to publish, including the quote from one National Rifle Association’s lobbyist whose salary has been reported close to $300,000. Now there’s a hired gun if ever there was one.
“The NRA’s famous and feared lobbyist Marion Hammer explained that the preemption statute was needed because upstart local governments were acting like 'disobedient teenagers.'”
That is an insult that can’t be ignored. This woman is trivializing the concerns of urban communities, where gun violence is epidemic, where mayors and police overwhelmingly want gun sanity. What has happened in this state is that the rural rednecks, who don’t have nearly the murder problem, are telling those of us in the larger cities that we have no right to local authority over life and death.
And on the subject of the NRA, does anybody else think this organization’s behavior is borderline criminal? When this group, largely funded by the arms industry, incites its following by claiming the government is out to destroy its freedom, and speaks in terms of a looming war in which real Americans need to own maximum firepower, is this not like shouting “fire” in a crowded theater?
Oh, maybe they don’t mean it that way – just having a little fun while selling guns. But it is the kind of reckless talk that started the Civil War. Hey, that could be what Florida needs – a civil war between the redneck north and beleagured south. But this time, with the cops on our side, the south could prevail.
