R.I.P., Bruce Beck

Bruce Beck had a standard greeting for those he would meet.

“Whatcha know?” he would ask. I reckon he wanted an answer of some kind. My rote response usually was something like, “I don’t know it.”

But this I know today: I am profoundly sad at the loss of my colleague and friend, with whom I worked for the past 15 years at the Globe-News. Bruce died last night after a valiant battle against cancer.

Bruce’s friends all across the Panhandle and beyond are processing their loss today. This one will take some time to work its way through.

I want to share this tidbit about Bruce. He used to describe himself as “perky.” He would say it out loud and actually once wrote that description into one of his columns. I hit the ceiling when I read it. “Marines aren’t ‘perky,'” I scolded Bruce. He smiled and put on a fake stern jarhead look and said, “You’re right. But what’s it to ya?” He would cut me some slack, even though I had served in the Army — which he didn’t hold against me.

Many hearts are broken today. They’ll heal over time.

This good man was a treasure. I will miss him.

Godspeed, Alan Taylor

Alan Taylor seems like a mere interloper compared to the two men who preceded him as Amarillo city manager.

Of course he is anything but such a thing. Taylor announced his retirement Wednesday after “only” six years on the job. The two men who came before him — John Stiff and John Ward — both served two decades each in the hot seat at City Hall. Thus, Taylor’s relatively brief time at the helm seems like a eye’s blink.

But he did a great job running a $200 million a year “company,” the city of Amarillo. He has put up with the grief that comes with the job. He has persevered through difficult economic times. But all the while, the city achieved unprecedented financial standing a year ago when it received the highest bond rating in the city’s history. How did that happen? Through sound fiscal management — which makes Taylor proud, and justifably so.

The city has made huge strides in preserving its water. Its police and fire departments work well. The streets are relatively well cared for. Our park system has grown. Downtown redevelopment is under way. The city has cracked down on those who don’t do what they should to maintain neighborhood cleanliness.

So, I want to wish Alan Taylor well as he embarks on the next phase of his life, which will take him to the Central Texas community of Georgetown.

Well done, Mr. Manager.

Severe weather annoyance

This came in overnight from a reader and (apparently) an avid TV viewer.

“I am getting sick and tired of a couple of the local weathermen trying to prove which is the smarter and better one at forecasting bad weather. Because of their competition we get inundated with way too much detail about the weather possibilities. For the past year I have observed a disturbing trend in weather forecast interruptions.

“Because of new technology we get inundated with interruptions about potential weather related disasters that don’t happen. Last year it even caused an unneccessary tornado siren warning. The new technology allows weather television personnel to go ON AND ON ad infinitum about details of potential weather and just missed bad things and those to come MAYBE. What we really need to know is simply where is it headed, what might it do, what we should do, and then shut up and let us go hide. Quit going on and on making us think we can wait until the last minute and know seconds before disaster strikes how to protect ourselves. Most people don’t care about the new technology’s every detail.

“What happened when the little boy cried wolf too often?”

My first reaction was, “Yes!”

The storms Tuesday evening that swept through the Amarillo area — and produced tornadoes near Bushland and Umbarger — could have been far worse than they turned out to be, so I suppose the writer/viewer’s gripes are based on what didn’t happen on his or her particular street or neighborhood. But what if an F-5 twister blew down the writer’s street, tore all the houses off their slabs, killed dozens of people — and no one knew about it in advance? I’m guessing our correspondent would have something quite different to complain about.

But I have to admit to some frustration, too, with the TV weather folks, especially when they break into TV programming to tell us that the storms are winding down, or that the “threat” is diminishing, or that there’s really nothing to worry about. Yes, I’ve actually heard words to that effect coming from the forecasters when they interrupt my favorite TV shows.

But let’s cut them just a bit of slack here. The unpredictable storms that march across the Panhandle require intense vigilance. I just wish the commentary that comes with the “Severe Weather Bulletin” wasn’t so repetitive.

I also might add that at times the Amarillo TV weather forecasters get a bit too technical in their detailed explanation of what’s happening out there. Hook echo? Who cares what it’s called? And spare me all the meteorological jargon.

All that concerns me is if the weather outside is going to kill my loved ones or me.

Welcome home, Discovery

Some months ago, I posted a blog item that talked about the launch of the space shuttle and how I freeze when I hear the words “Go at throttle up,” at which point the Challenger blew up in January 1986. Those words still make me stop what I’m doing during launch.

Today, the shuttle Discovery came home. It streaked across the United States en route to a safe landing in Florida. The shuttle program only has three more missions before it comes to an end in September.

These landings do much the same for me as the launches. I now stop what I’m doing when the shuttle is coming home, recalling what happened that terrible day in February 2003 when the Columbia broke apart over Texas on its way home after a 16-day earth orbit mission. The mission commander was Amarillo’s own Rick Husband.

Both events, the destruction of Challenger and Columbia, remind us of how dangerous these missions always have been. They’ve never been “routine,” yet we’ve become bored by these missions. How sad.

I truly wish we could rediscover the excitement of those early Mercury and Gemini missions and the first half of the Apollo program; you’ll recall that NASA canceled the moon missions after Apollo 17 because the nation no longer was interested enough in space travel to justify the expense of sending crews to the moon and back.

This morning, I felt the excitement — as I always do — when a space ship came hurtling out of orbit toward a feather landing in Florida.

Am I going insane?

There are times when I sometimes question my own sanity.

Today is one of those times. I wrote a column for the newspaper about the birther movement, the cult of Americans who believe President Obama hasn’t proved sufficiently that he was born in the United States and, thus, is qualified to hold the office he’ll occupy at least until Jan. 20, 2013.

http://www.amarillo.com/stories/041810/opi_opin2.shtml

Read the responses to the column (see attached link) and you might get a sense of why I think I have rocks in my head. It’s not that I disbelieve what I wrote. It’s that most of the responses suggest I would have better luck arguing this point to the tree stump next to my driveway.

For the record, the birthers are entitled to their opinion. The First Amendment guarantees them the right to speak their mind, no matter how mindless their argument — which includes their insistence that the president produce “proof” that he was born in August 1961 in Honolulu, just as he has said.

But you can lay down the original birth certificate, you can interview the doctor (were he still living) who brought young Barack into the world, you can obtain every possible shred of physical evidence there is, but the birthers will find some pretext to dismiss it all as a fraud. “They’ll find something wrong” with the evidence, my colleague Jon Mark Beilue said.

Yes, and what they don’t find, they’ll fabricate.

Litmus test looming?

Several Amarillo-area lawyers, and at least one sitting judge, have let it be known they want to become the next 47th District judge, replacing the late Hal Miner.

Their names have been forwarded to the Republican Party chairs of Potter, Randall and Armstrong counties. More names could surface before the filing deadline.

But there might be a catch for whomever the chairs select.

This gets a little complicated, but I’ll try to explain it.

Only Republican chairs will take part, given that no Democratic candidates are on the ballot this year; GOP Judge Miner was running unopposed for re-election when he died this past month. The chairs will get to select someone to run for election this fall.

But Gov. Rick Perry has the authority to appoint someone to serve the remainder of the term, which he very well could do.

The word on the street is that Perry would pick whomever the party chairs choose, allowing that person to serve as judge while running for election as the incumbent. But then again, he might veto that choice.

Why? Because name of the person chosen by the chairs could show up on a campaign contribution list for one of Perry’s GOP primary opponents, namely U.S. Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison. Thus, is the governor going to appoint someone who gave money to his chief primary foe?

Yeah. That’ll happen about the time cattle start flying out of our feedlots.

Thus, it just might turn out that the county party chairs are going to be sure that their chosen successor has supported the “right” candidate for governor before publicizing his name.

Then comes the questions: Are they going to select the most qualified person for the job? Or will they be hamstrung by political loyalty?

Biking around town

Amarillo ought to be a great bicycling city.

It isn’t, at least not yet.

Our weather is quite good most of the year — the recent wind notwithstanding. Our terrain is relatively level, which is good for bicyclists with bad knees. Most of our streets are relatively wide, giving motor vehicle traffic sufficient room to maneuver past slower-moving bicycle riders.

But the city hasn’t yet turned into a bike-friendly city.

City Parks Director Larry Offerdahl is talking now about improving the city’s biking image. The city Traffic Commission will get revisions to the city’s bike plan that could add to the city’s 26 miles of striped bike lanes.

I’ve noticed a few of the city’s bike lanes near my neighborhood. To be candid, they don’t make a lot of sense. The bike lanes start, make a few turns around some blocks and then end. The lanes around Windsor Elementary School, for instance, don’t seem to have any rhyme or reason.

I am hopeful that Offerdahl and his parks staff can put together a comprehensive bike plan that creates a friendly atmosphere for those who want to get out of their air-polluting cars and enjoy the outdoors atop a bike seat.

But there might be a major educational initiative in the works: The city should aim it at motorists who don’t want to share the road.

Lunacy is alive and well

Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! What’s Sarah Palin doing criticizing Barack Hussein Obama’s NUCLEAR policy experience when she is so ignorant that she doesn’t even know how to properly pronounce the word? Notice, that I refuse to address Obama as President until I see a copy of his (long form) birth certificate. It would proove that he was born in Hawaii and not Kenya, as many sources claim.. I have seen a “Certificate Of Live Birth” but, according to credible sources, that could easily have been obtained by Obama even if he was born in Kenya. I took an oath when I entered the military to “support and defend the Constitution” and that Constitution requires that Obama proove that he is a “natural born citizen” in order to occupy the office of President. I have seen nothing that prooves that fact. Until I see the proof, I refuse to recognize him as President.

The above note came to me this week. It’s from an Amarillo resident who writes letters to the editor of the paper on occasion. It won’t see print, but I thought I’d share it here — without attribution — to illustrate the lunacy of some of our friends and neighbors. Alas, this guy isn’t the only person who believes this malarkey.

This note made me curious about something. The writer insists that President Obama prove his U.S. citizenship. Have we ever asked such a thing of any of the men who preceded him? Has anyone ever seen George W. Bush’s proof that he was born in Connecticut, or any record of Bill Clinton’s birth in Arkansas? Was Ronald Reagan really and truly born in Illinois?

Electing judges? Fiddlesticks!

I’ve never been a big fan of electing judges, but that’s what we do in Texas.

Today’s runoff for the Texas Supreme Court offers a Grade A example of why it’s a bad idea. Rick Green, a former legislator from Dripping Springs with no judicial experience, is running against Debra Lehrmann, a 22-year veteran of the bench from Fort Worth. Why this contest even went to a runoff is beyond me.

These two candidates were the top two finishers in a crowded Republican primary; Justice Harriett O’Neill is retiring at the end of her term, thus the open seat brought out a number of challengers.

Green arguably may have been the least qualified of the bunch, but here he is in the runoff.

Texans have been watching over many election cycles good judicial candidates getting beat by inferior opponents for a number of reasons that have nothing to do with qualifications. Most of them have lost because merely because they’re Democrats, which is the curse of political death in such a Republican-leaning state. Others have lost because they have “foreign-sounding” surnames; that’s been the case in Republican primaries.

Electing judges is the Texas way. But surely we need to do a better job of educating ourselves as to the qualifications and philosophy of those who seek to do the serious job of adminstering justice in a fair and impartial manner.

Monotone commentary?

We’re going to publish another letter in a couple of days from someone who doesn’t like one of the columnists who appears on our Opinion page. The target of the latest letter once again is Leonard Pitts Jr.

Pitts is a noted liberal columnist; he won a Pulitzer Prize in 2004 for commentary. His essays appear on our page because it’s important to present a wide range of opinion to our readership. But some of our readers don’t like reading his views. Why? Well, the crux of their argument is that he offends the sensibilities of the Panhandle’s conservative majority.

Hmmm.

So, it would be better for these fine folks to read only those opinions with which they agree. What a boring world that would be.

We seek on our Opinion pages to present conservative and liberal views — and opinions that fall somewhere in the vast middle ground. Pitts occasionally gets people’s dander up. Good for him. I guess the fire that flares off the keyboard of some of our more conservative contributors — Michelle Malkin comes to mind — doesn’t offend them. That’s all right with me.

As for me, I actually like reading opinions with which I disagree. I seek out good writing and good thinking wherever I can find it, even if it makes me angry.

I look at these essays as being good for my heart health. My blood gets oxygenated whenever I hyperventilate after reading something that I find truly outrageous.

Indeed, it does irritate me mildly when I read complaints from readers who want us to toss aside a columnist because he or she thinks differently from the vast majority.

But we’re happy to publish them.

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