{"id":35209,"date":"2019-02-02T00:01:19","date_gmt":"2019-02-02T00:01:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=35209"},"modified":"2019-02-02T00:01:19","modified_gmt":"2019-02-02T00:01:19","slug":"time-of-my-life-part-15-name-dropping","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=35209","title":{"rendered":"Time of My Life, Part 15: Name-dropping"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-34274\" src=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/Newspaper.jpg 1800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;ve known a name-dropper, right? He or she is the individual who isn&#8217;t bashful about mentioning the names of individuals who cross their path.<\/p>\n<p>For 37 years &#8212; or so &#8212; as a print journalist I was able to meet some mighty big names. I usually resist the urge to drop their names in casual conversation. I will succumb to that urge for the purposes of writing this blog post.<\/p>\n<p>I cannot possibly list all the names of big hitters my career allowed me to meet along the way. I&#8217;ll mention a tiny handful of them just to give you a smattering of the good times that I enjoyed while reporting on and commenting on issues of the day and the people who influenced them. It was during an era when politicians and other public figures <em>wanted<\/em> to be seen talking to newspaper journalists.<\/p>\n<p><strong>George W. Bush<\/strong> was governor of Texas from 1995 until 2000. A higher office took him out of the governor&#8217;s office, but in the spring of his first term as governor, I was able to meet him and interview him at some length in his office in the Texas State Capitol in Austin.<\/p>\n<p>He had summoned editorial page editors from around the state earlier that year. Bad weather in Amarillo prevented me from attending that meeting; I called to let the governor&#8217;s staff know of my predicament, but asked that they call me if he chooses to have another one of those meetings.<\/p>\n<p>A few weeks later, they called. The governor wanted to meet me. I asked, &#8220;Who else will be there?&#8221; They said &#8220;Just you.&#8221; So, I made arrangements, flew to Austin and spent more than 90 minutes quizzing the future president of the United States about this and that issue.<\/p>\n<p>It was a wonderful experience and I learned a great deal about the governor.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Phil Gramm<\/strong> served in Congress first as a Democrat and then as a Republican. He was a friend and ally of President Reagan, the nation&#8217;s top Republican. He was so friendly that the House Democratic caucus ousted him from key budget and tax committees because he reportedly was leaking Democrats&#8217; strategies to GOP members.<\/p>\n<p>Gramm then resigned his House seat, changed parties and then got elected to the House again as a member of the Republican Party. I thought that was a courageous step to take. It surely was a highly principled step.<\/p>\n<p>My favorite quip from Gramm, who was elected to the Senate in 1984, came during a visit he paid to us at the Amarillo Globe-News. My colleague and I interviewed him at length. Gramm was fond of quoting his &#8220;Grandma&#8221; along with the guy from Mexia named Dickie Flatt. He would mimic Grandma in an affected Deep South drawl.<\/p>\n<p>My colleague mentioned a criticism that came from the late liberal columnist Molly Ivins about something that Gramm had said. His response was classic.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Molly Ivins likely cried when the Berlin Wall came down,&#8221; he quipped. It wasn&#8217;t very professional of me . . . but I laughed out loud.<\/p>\n<p>One final name . . .<\/p>\n<p><strong>Georgie Packwood<\/strong> once was married to former U.S. Sen. Bob Packwood, an Oregon Republican. Sen. Packwood was running for re-election in 1980. Georgie Packwood campaigned on her husband&#8217;s behalf and along the way she managed to visit us at the Oregon City Enterprise-Courier, where I served as editor.<\/p>\n<p>Mrs. Packwood was a smart, erudite and articulate public policy advocate for her husband. We visited for more than an hour, covering all the issues important to Sen. Packwood.\u00a0We finished, I bid her goodbye and went back to doing whatever it was I had to do.<\/p>\n<p>Several days later, I received a note from Georgie Packwood. It was a brief &#8220;thank you&#8221; to me for taking the time to meet with her.<\/p>\n<p>Then she offered a specific word of thanks for &#8220;not asking about my favorite color.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ah, yes. Those were the days.<\/p>\n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You&#8217;ve known a name-dropper, right? He or she is the individual who isn&#8217;t bashful about mentioning the names of individuals who cross their path. For 37 years &#8212; or so &#8212; as a print journalist I was able to meet some mighty big names. I usually resist the urge to drop their names in casual &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=35209\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Time of My Life, Part 15: Name-dropping<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[179,693,1899,3586],"class_list":["post-35209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-media-news","tag-agn-media","tag-bob-packwood","tag-george-w-bush","tag-phil-gramm"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35209","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=35209"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35210,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35209\/revisions\/35210"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=35209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=35209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=35209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}