Certainly we're not arguing against the need to protect the most powerful man in the world. After the assassination of John F. Kennedy, Jr. and the attempt on Ronald Reagan it was clear that the president would always have a target on his or her back.
The greater question here might be whether a campaign fundraising stop, where the only people who get close to the president paid money to be there, really needs to take place in the heart of Portland. Where the president landed, the Air National Guard Base, there are a number of larger facilities that could accommodate any size group wishing to see the president. There is also built-in security with checkpoints before anyone can even get on the base. Holding the event there would eliminate the need for any traffic to be shut down, and greatly reduce the costs for local police forces when it comes to covering such a visit.
Of course the other side could be the need for a president, especially one seeking re-election, to not appear disconnected from the general public. Popping into a local eatery for a bite of lunch and stumping at the Convention Center are key parts of looking connected with the working class.
Time to put yourself in the president's shoes. Where do you hold your fundraising event when you come to Portland? And as a voter, would you ever vote against a president based solely on the gridlock caused by their visit?
Not so, says one of our listeners who let me have it in an email. She tells us she's been a faithful listener for years and she just couldn't let my comment go. She says cats are abused and abandoned more often than dogs and she wants me to give cats some air time to make up for my failed joke.
So this goes out to her and all the cat lovers out there. It's an "Ode to Cats" (found online in a quick Google search):
Thank you Animal Planet.
The report put together by former FBI director Louis Freeh revealed a pattern of poor decisions, not just by coach Paterno, but by men in positions of leadership throughout Penn State. The indiscretions of Jerry Sandusky had been rumored in and around the school for years, and yet the men in power covered it up, shoved it under the rug, and carried on as if nothing was wrong. Why? Because in college football today, money is king. Prestige is paramount.
It seems odd now, in light of the revelations since the Sandusky scandal broke, to think that men of such apparent mental capacity managed to talk themselves into believing that they could control such a monstrous secret; that somehow they could keep things in the family. But in their world such a scandal would mean the end to millions of dollars in donor money, scholarships, ticket sales, television contracts, and sponsorships. Of course hiding the secrets of Sandusky will now cost Penn State all of that, and possible prison time for men who lied to a Grand Jury about how much they apparently knew.
Not one rational person should ever be fooled into thinking there's no chance this is just the tip of a massive iceberg. After all, the same conditions exist at colleges and universities across the country. We've turned student athletes into billion dollar assets, rather than young men and women simply trying to earn an easier financial path to a higher education. We've set entire educational systems up to stand on the backs of college sports programs, relying on them to bring in ticket revenue and alumni donations year upon year. In the case of Penn State, at the very least, we've put the survival of those programs above the welfare of the boys and girls who put on the uniform.
Is there a road to fixing this issue? Are we over-reacting to it based only upon a few recent cases? Sound off in the comments below.
‘So, what do you like most about Portland so far?’ my friend Greg asked the other day. ‘Joe’s Burgers’ I said without even thinking.
When you move to a new city, it’s the little things, like a killer double cheeseburger, that give you comfort. I stumbled across Joe’s while looking for a place to live downtown. I’m a bit of a gym rat, and pretty careful about what I eat, but that day was one of my ‘cheat meal’ days, so I went in and splurged. Needless to say, I’ve been back several times.
I’m the new guy you hear each weekday afternoon with Lacey Evans on ‘Portland’s Afternoon News.’ I’m still getting my feet wet, and learning my way around Portland. Fortunately, I’m one of those people who think the first couple of weeks you’re in a new city, are often the best. I like to take off on the weekend and just get lost…exploring new neighborhoods or hole in the wall dives without a map or asking people ‘Where do YOU think I can find the best taco cart?’ The reason ? Well, when you do find that taco cart, cool independent movie theatre or bookstore yourself, it makes it that much more special, and you feel like you’ve discovered someplace you can call you own.
So if you see me at Joe’s, or riding the Max, or if it’s a rainy day, at Powell’s (no, I don’t own a kindle, I’m ‘old school’ when it comes to my books) say hi. And feel free to reach out and connect with me if you have a story idea for Portland’s Afternoon News my e-mail is email@example.com I look forward to seeing you around Portland.
Just Trying to Make a Buck
by Dave Paull
When I read that Ernest Borgnine was going to screen his movie “Marty” in early April of this year in Portland, I instantly wanted to be there, but I'm not sure why, since I wasn't a big fan. I'd seen several of his movies and enjoyed the sincerity he brought to playing the average guy – the uncommon common man. There was something of a challenge in trying to get an interview with this iconic movie actor.
Mike Turner, a colleague at KXL, loaned me his little digital audio recorder and I walked the few blocks up to the Portland Art Museum's Whitsell Auditorium, where Marty would be shown that evening. I found the room downstairs where Borgnine was greeting a select group of fans, but the door was locked. After loitering conspicuously and asking repeatedly, I was finally allowed into the inner sanctum and there he was.
Borgnine was alternately sitting and standing with his fans, posing for pictures, laughing and talking with everyone in line. He was a barrel chested man with silver hair and big teeth, wearing a dark navy suit with a tie and sweater.
While waiting for a break in autograph signing, I spoke with Borgnine's press agent, Harry Flynn. From him I learned that Ernest Borgnine was a 33rd degree Mason and an ex-Navy man who had signed up for active duty in 1935. After being discharged he re-enlisted when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. When he got out of the Navy for good, Borgnine said he didn't know what to do with his life. It was his mother who encouraged him to pursue his interest in acting.
Borgnine told the story filming with Montgomery Clift in “From Here to Eternity.” The two had to stage a realistic looking fight scene, which ran for about 3 minutes in the movie, but took 12 hours to shoot. Ernest said that he and Montgomery Clift were black and blue with bruises after punching and fighting each other for so long.
Then it was my turn to sit down and ask some questions. When I referred to Borgnine as a legendary actor, he wouldn't have it. He said “what's this - legendary? I'm just a guy trying to earn a buck.” He told another story about working on the film “Flight of The Phoenix.” Borgnine said he learned a lot about acting from the star of the film, Jimmy Stewart, who showed up early and left late, always working on the craft of acting. That was Borgnine's style, too.
Then it was picture taking time and we stood up for a snap shot. Borgnine beamed at the camera and laughed. He seemed tireless and always interested in whoever wanted to talk with him. That's what I remember most – the energy and cheerfulness of this 95 year old man. It took me by surprise when I heard of his passing. But, of course, Ernest Borgnine will live on as a legendary Everyman in the vast number of movies he made.