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2009 Penfield Elections

by on Oct.27, 2009, under Observations

Not since my schizophrenic days of working on the campaign of Barry Goldwater (1964) and supporting George McGovern (1972) have I been overly involved in the political process (I just couldn’t get excited about either Nixon or Humphrey in 1968).

However, the current situation in our country has gotten me to think about public service, politics and electioneering.

In one week, the town of Penfield will elect a new Town Supervisor, two Town Board Members, the Town Clerk and Town Justice. For town residents, these elections have direct impact for the next two years. Know the candidates – who they are, what they stand for, what they propose to do if elected.

This year, the candidates are:
Town Supervisor
     Tony LaFountain (www.tonylafountain.com/)
     Margaret Trevett (www.penfielddemocrats.com/)
     Steve Nazarian (www.nazarian4penfield.com/)
Town Board Members:
     Paula Metzler and Andy Moore
     John Albright and Lynne Crawford
Town Clerk:
     Robyn Miller
     Amy Stecklof
Town Justice:
     David Murphy
     Jim Mulley

With the Internet and local TV, it is so very easy to become an informed voter.
     1. Visit the websites listed above.
     2. Use Google.
     3. Read the Penfield NY Bulletin Board for the 2009 Elections (www.penfieldny.com/board/forumdisplay.php?f=53).
     4. Watch PCTV Channel 15 – there are two Candidate information programs to be broadcast between now and Election Day:
          Forum hosted by the Green Initiative on 9/29/2009 – airdates:
               10/27/2009 01:30 PM Candidates Green Forum: 01:38:14
               10/29/2009 04:00 PM Candidates Green Forum: 01:38:14
               11/01/2009 08:00 AM Candidates Green Forum: 01:38:14
               11/02/2009 08:00 PM Candidates Green Forum: 01:38:14
          Meet the Candidates hosted by the Penfield Business Association on 10/13/2009 – airdates:
               10/28/2009 07:30 PM PBA Meet the Candidates: 02:10:41
               10/29/2009 07:00 AM PBA Meet the Candidates: 02:10:41
               10/30/2009 03:30 PM PBA Meet the Candidates: 02:10:41
               10/31/2009 12:00 PM PBA Meet the Candidates: 02:10:41
               11/01/2009 08:00 PM PBA Meet the Candidates: 02:10:41
               11/02/2009 12:00 PM PBA Meet the Candidates: 02:10:41

Town Government is no place for political partisanship, razzmatazz and jibber-jabber (I never thought I’d be able to use those two words in the same sentence).

Campaigns that mention hobbies, school attendance, and living in the same place a very long time as pseudo-qualifications are insulting to voters.

Be wary of the “Throw the Rascals Out” strategy, which usually results in voting in new rascals.

Or the TAX GAMBIT. We all would like well managed taxes. But after all the “fat” has been cut out, the only places left reduce are services, equipment and facility maintenance, and town improvements. Eventually, as my Aunt Tillie used to say, the pigeons come home to roost and the NEXT GUY has to spend the money to replace, fix and maintain all those things that were left undone. And that bill should be a whopper.

The election of town officials should be viewed as a job interview. We are asking them to work for us to manage our town. Determine what qualifications are important to you. Do they have a plan? Are they interested in public service or a political career? What are their priorities and do you agree?

An informed voter is, to quote Mickey Goldmill , “a very, very dangerous person”.

Remember, you get what you vote for.

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The Imagineer – Book 1

by on Nov.12, 2008, under The Imagineer

CHAPTER 1 “Where Have All the Heroes Gone”

The giant, four winged dragon rose up – blowing a stream of fire at the knight charging toward it on horseback.   Sir Gavin dove from his mount avoiding the blistering flame.  He rolled forward and landed on his feet with his mighty blade at the ready.

Focusing on the knight, the evil dragon opened its mouth and exposed it’s fangs.  In one quick movement, it snapped it’s gaping maw at the valiant knight.  Gavin swung his sword and blocked the deadly attack.  Sparks flew from the clash of steel and tooth.

And an alarm began to ring.

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“Teddy!  Time to get up!”

As the vivid dream faded away, twelve year old Teddy Tucker opened his eyes.  Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, his long blonde hair whipped left and right.

“Hurry up, honey, or you’ll be late for school.”

Teddy reached for the alarm and shut it off. 

“Oh, why do mornings have to come so early?”, he moaned.  Throwing off the covers, he sat up – his legs dangling over the side of the bed. 

Teddy’s room was a mess.  Not just a regular, run of the mill, everyday mess, but a disaster area, nuclear explosion, world class mess.  Half completed models, books, trading cards, games, clothing (both clean and used) decorated the room like artifacts in Pharaoh’s tomb. 

Teddy’s Mom warned him that one day she would come into his room with a Hefty bag and “really clean it up”.

“Teddy!  Hurry up!  Are you daydreaming again?”

“No, Mom!  I’m almost ready!”

Teddy stood up and stretched.  He was of medium height and build for his age, but he could tell he was ready for a growth spurt.  He had seen pictures of his father and he was a tall man.  In fact, he was named after his Dad, Theodore Tucker. 

His Mom told him that his father died when he was very young.  Teddy secretly believed that his father was a soldier of fortune, or a spy or ….  something mysterious and wonderful.  Teddy was sure he died doing something great – saving a damsel in distress, recovering state secrets, quelling a revolution, or some other noble deed.  Even though no one confirmed it, he was sure.

He stopped asking his Mom about him a while ago because it seemed to make her sad.  She used to tell stories about their high school days together.  He was a football and baseball player and she was a cheerleader.  How they went to the same college.  How they loved each other very much from the first day they met.  But she never talked about what he did after college, so Teddy had to fill in the blanks himself.   He just noticed that after he left the room, he could hear sobbing.  So he stopped asking. 

Grabbing clothing from the floor and sniffing each to determine worn from unworn, Teddy quickly dressed.  Football shirt, jeans and the cleanest socks he could find completed his outfit.  And then he was off to the kitchen.

Teddy took the stairs two at a time.  His last leap was to the rug at the bottom of the stairs.  On contact, the rug slid out from under him, his feet going in two different directions. 

He landed on his rear end with a thud.  Limbs akimbo and hair hanging down in his face, he desperately tried to catch his breath.

And then he opened his mouth wide.  With shock and hurt he shouted “The Word”.  The “I don’t believe you just said that!” and “Where did you hear that filthy language?” Word.  As soon as it was out, Teddy tried to get it back. 

He closed his eyes and prayed.

“Please, please – you didn’t hear it. Mom”, he thought.  Maybe she was slamming the door, or talking on the telephone, or in the bathroom far enough away not to have heard.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked toward the kitchen doorway. 

No such luck.

Standing there, mouths open, staring at him were his Mom and his best friends, John and Izzy Newman.

John (not Johnny or Jack, thank you) was thirteen and in the eighth grade, a year ahead of Teddy at Walter Johnson Middle School.  He was an athlete (football, baseball, basketball), had a near-photographic memory for sports trivia and movie facts, and had an innate knack for knowing how things work.  He also had a habit of giving people new names – constantly.  His favorite target was his younger sister, Izzy.  From the high volume of names he bestowed on her, she sometimes flipped out.

Izzy (short for Isabel) was eleven going on thirty.  Sometimes when you talked to her you forgot her age.  She was very bright and her conversations had a maturity beyond her years.  Breezing through the 4th grade, she was still trying out different personalities.  Tomboy.  Prom Queen.  Diva.  Little girl.  Mother.  You never knew who you would be talking to at any given moment.  This could be very disconcerting to family and friends.

Before Mrs. Tucker or John could react, Izzy walked right up to Teddy, as he sat awkwardly at the base of the stairs, and said “Quite a vocabulary you have there, young man.”

Mrs. Tucker began to laugh.  And so they all began to laugh.

Teddy stood up and straightened himself out, thinking, “Dodged a bullet there, I’m gonna have to thank Izzy later.”

As Teddy entered the kitchen, his Mom pulled him aside.

“Just so you know, right to bed after dinner tonight.  Just because I laughed doesn’t mean I think it’s OK,” she told him, “That came out a little too easily.”

“Yes, Mom, I’m sorry,” he said while thinking, “Scratch the ‘Thank You’ to Izzy.”

Teddy sat at the round table with John and Izzy.  He began shoveling his cereal into his mouth at a rapid pace.

“You kids want something to eat?” Mrs. Tucker asked.

“No, thanks,” John said, “We already ate at home.”

“And, if we don’t hurry, we’ll be late … again,” Izzy added.

“I’m done!” Teddy said through a mouthful of chocolaty, wheaty, sugary cereal.  “Let’s go.”

Grabbing their backpacks, the trio ran out of the door – shouting their farewells – into the mild spring morning.

“Bye, kids,” Mrs. Tucker called after them.  She stood at the window and watched them disappear into the distance.  Turning back, she saw the lunch bag on the counter.

“Oh, Teddy, you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached.”

The kitchen suddenly turned cold and dark, as if the life was being sucked from the room.

“Hello, Elizabeth,” the voice was deep and raspy. “It’s been a long time.”

Elizabeth Tucker spun around.  The darkness pressed inward like a heavy wool blanket – smothering, suffocating.  She stared into it, looking toward the doorway into the hall, trying to see the owner of the voice.  In the failing light, she could make out a tall, dark shape – shrouded in a long, black cape.

A flood of recognition swept over her.

“No ….”, she gasped.

“Oh, yes …:”, the shape said, with an evil smile in his voice.  With a swoop of his cape, she became enveloped in the dark.  And just as quickly, it was daylight again.  But the kitchen was empty.

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If Art is Truth, Why Do We Lie to Creative Artists

by on Nov.09, 2008, under Movies

This past Thursday I went to a preview showing of the film, The Alphabet Killer.  It was based on an unsolved serial murder case that took place in Rochester during the early 1970’s.  Much of the filming was done here as well.  I was interested in going because I wanted to support the local film industry, some local folks were cast, and the director, writer, producer and some of the actors were going to be there for Q&A after the movie.

Let me say right up front (to alleviate the suspense), that the creators of this movie owe me $8, 30 IQ points and 2 hours that I’ll never get back.

In summary, it opened well, but quickly deteriorated into a cheesefest of poor plotting, bad writing and worse acting. 

Eliza Dushku went “full retard” playing a schizophrenic.  As an actress she has everything that’s required for success except talent.

Cary Elwes, Michael Ironside and Timothy Hutton were (in order): puffy & lifeless (CE), angry & lifeless (MI), and crazy & lifeless (TH – except for his legs).

The audience laughed at inappropriate moments.

The creative team felt that the kidnapping and murder of 11 year old girls wasn’t terrifying enough, so the focus was on Eliza as a nutjob detective who has visions of the decomposing girls and other hallucinations.

Weird camera angles were used to no purpose other than they were weird.  The pacing was deadly (no pun intended).  The writing was …

The ending was a set up for sequels.  Which I hope NEVER happen.

Then it was over.  There was applause (not as much as they expected).  Many people got up and left, not waiting for the Q&A.

And that brings us to the title of this piece – here was my opportunity to ask the hard questions, give them a thoughtful critique, point out opportunities for improvement, but …

They were sooooooooooooo pleased with what they did.  They thought it was awesome, amazing and wonderful.  The 3 little girls that played the victims were there and they were just soooooooo happy.  The writer and director were soooooooooooo excited about their accomplishment.

I just couldn’t crap on their watermelon. 

So I didn’t say anything.  And no one else did either.  All the comments and questions were generic, gentle and supportive.

Why? Why couldn’t I ask someone who spent millions of dollars on this: What were you thinking?  Why did I treat them like children at a 5th grade talent show?

I don’t know.  Maybe it’s because we have become a society that praises the effort over the outcome.  Growing up, we learn that everyone plays, everyone get a chance – regardless of ability.  Trying is just as important as getting the right answer.  Criticism is bad.  Everyone needs positive reinforcement.

Just wait until they grow up.  Was everyone OK with the fact that FEMA tried?  Do you want a surgeon that tries or is actually good at his/her job?

Maybe I should have spoke up and damn the disapproving looks.  Maybe I underestimated the grit of artists.  Or maybe I was just chicken.

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The Lawyers Needed Better Writers – Part 1

by on Sep.29, 2008, under Observations

Recently, I got a look at the Justice system up close and personal from a new perspective – a juror.  I have been called for jury duty many times in my life, but have successfully managed to dodge the bullet.  I was either lucky enough not be chosen as a prospective juror on a case, or I was dismissed by either one of the attorneys or the judge for reasons that, to this day, are unknown to me.  However, this time, I was selected for a criminal case.  I was officially Juror #2.

Let me tell you – it ain’t like on TV. 

Some quick impressions of real court – the judge looked bored most of the time (when his face wasn’t subconsciously reacting to the antics of the ADA or defense attorney – I would love to play poker with this man).  Both attorneys were in dire need of better scripts.  And they seemed to have developed their strategy 5 minutes before court started. 

The defense lawyer must have gotten his degree from DeVry – he seemed unclear on how to act in a courtroom, what were the grounds for objections, how to ask appropriate questions, and so many others things.  He dressed like Atticus Finch, but looked like Beaker from the Muppets.  And his name was Funk (I rest my case). 

The ADA was dressed for success – dark blue suit, well groomed, and an an air of competence about him.  He seemed to know a little more about “lawyering” than Funk (gotta love that name), and probably graduated from a real law school – I assume somewhere in the lower tier.  His name was Mr. D*n**nville (through the whole trial I never really caught his name). 

During jury selection they looked like they were trying hard to get the best jury for their side, but were unsure of how to do that.  Of the first 17 prospective jurors (the judge kicked 3 during his questioning), only 3 were chosen (remember, I was Juror #2). 

Those that were not chosen were sent back to the jury waiting room.  Those they were (like me) were sent home – the judge felt that the rest of this day and all the next would be taken up with jury selection, so we didn’t have to come back until Wednesday morning (early enough to get there, park, get through the metal detectors and up to the 4th floor by 9:30am when the trial began).

NEXT – The Lawyers Needed Better Writers – Part II  (The Evidence Wars)

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