#523 Money Saving Gardening

523 Money Saving Gardening

How many decades married to a gardener and picked up nothing?  This would be the year to remember if there were anything to remember, but there isn't.

This would be the spring and summer to grow tomatoes, potatoes, spinach, peppers, kohlrabi, turnips, peppers and rhubarb.  But, no.  No expertise, even with the bountiful soil of central Pennsylvania, so much more fertile and farmy than the sands of Long Island's south shore.

This would be the spring and summer to grow all that veggie stuff, with the guidance of the farmy types who inhabit this region.  A big saving over the stupor market, a pleasure, getting dirty in God's green earth.  a matter of pride.  Not to mention nutrition.

There have been some trial runs.  A "snake plant" which grows anywhere and under any circumstances is not growing.  A hydrangea brought back from the dead last autumn? The jury remains out and probably will for a month on whether it'll come back to life yet again.  But statistically, the likelihood is not great.  Both the plant and the planter were in bad shape last summer.

And then, there's Randi Cohen.  She's been a gardener for 70 of her years, which is most of them.  She says gardening is not what it's cracked up to be.  She says "you know, there's more nutrition in a can of corn than in an ear of corn?"  Don't believe it?  Look it up.  Randi says "grow a bunch of tomato vines.  See how many hours you have to weed and feed and water and then tell me if 'Hunts' is any more expensive."

So does grow your own save money?  Only if you don't count your time as worth something, evidently.  Yes if you don't, no if you do.  Does grow-your-own mean better nutrition?  Farmer Randi says "no."  Is that the final word?  No, but close.

Randi holds up a Mickey D wrapper.  She asks "What's worse than reading the nutrition label on a McDonald's Double cheeseburger?"

The answer: "reading the nutrition label on a McDonald's double cheeseburger after you've just finished three of them."

Maybe there's something to growing your own turnips.  Or maybe there's more in reading labels before you order.

Shrapnel:

--How do they know?  You buy stuff.  Soon thereafter, you find a coupon for the same stuff.  By the time you need to buy the same thing again, the coupon will have expired.

--We're hearing more and more reports of people going on shooting rampages and killing family members and random strangers.  It would be nice to know whether this shows an increase in this kind of crime or whether we're just getting better at reporting.  Not that either answer would solve anything.

--AIG, the failed and bailed insurance company got $170 billion-and-counting from us taxpayers.  About $165 million is going for bonuses.  You suppose any of the folks planning to off their kinfolk can think of something better to do with that shotgun?

I'm Wes Richards.  My opinions are my own, but you're welcome to them.®

©WJR 2009

522 Counting

522 Counting

Having lived though 17 presidential elections, it's possible to conclude that America is a nation that can't count.  

Inaccurate?  Unfair?  Maybe.  But there's an awful lot of evidence, especially around election time.  As of this writing, they still haven't figured out who will represent Minnesota in the US Senate, for example. Here's another:  was the Bernie Fraud $50 billion or 20 billion or 17 billion or -- and this is a relatively new version 65 billion?

Why can't we count?  Maybe it's because we rely on perfectly good people and often perfectly good machines, well meaning folk and hardware that break down under critical conditions.

In a nation larded with bean counters, we still don't know how many beans there are.  Especially when there's more than one variety of bean to count.

Alright, how does this happen.  Elementary school kids can count.  By the age of four, most kids can count to at least five.  Often, they can count in fractions.  ("I'm NOT four.  I'm FOUR AND A HALF!")  By age ten, they have the whole thing down pat.  There's probably something in the child labor laws that would prohibit ten year-olds from counting ballots.  But if it weren't illegal, they'd probably do no worse and probably do a whole lot better than what we have now.

Or maybe we should try outsourcing.  We outsource everything else, after all.

If your "Detroit" car was made in Mexico or Canada or Japan or Korea or Germany or Sweden, why not your vote count?  They can count is Australia and Europe and Asia and South America.  In Greenland and Iceland and all those other lands.

Well, there's a move afoot to keep American jobs in America.  So how about this idea:

Bookies can count.  Hire bookies.  Or family farmers, such as there are of them, where an inability to count is a life-threatening condition?  Or seniors on Social Security.  They can divide a bunch of small numbers into a larger one.  Failure to do so also is a life-threatening condition.  It's a matter of survival.  As it is with piece workers in sweat shops.  They know exactly --exactly!-- how many shirts or shorts or dresses or pants they've sewn or cut.  It's a matter of survival.

Or toll takers on the country's highways.

Or maybe the IRS should take on the responsibility.  Who argues with an IRS count, argues at his peril.

What is truly amazing about this is that the so-called most advanced nation in recorded history can't get it right the first time.

Sure, it's more complicated than using fingers and toes.  But it's STILL just counting.

Shrapnel:

--To bad about Bernie.  He pleaded guilty to eleven charges.  One too many for Letterman's Top Ten List.

--Light at the end of the tunnel or just a glitch?  GM says it doesn't need it's March feeding, two billion federal dollars.  See how long that lasts.

--Note that you can link to John Wydra's website from here and from the right side of the page.  Note also that the site is again active after a brief absence.  Note also that the guy makes a lot of sense and we need more more more of that.

I'm Wes Richards.  My opinions are my own, but you're welcome to them.®

©WJR 2009

521 Habit

521 Habit 

Some habits are not habits at all.

Smoking, for example.

That's either an addiction or something buried deep in the genetic code.

You watch.  They'll eventually find that out, the genetic part.

Only a non-smoker considers smoking a habit.

Some habits are simply matters of practicality.  Let's take something harmless, like you always park your car facing out of the driveway instead of in.  Makes for a quick escape if you need one or better visibility when kids are playing in the street or there's a foot of snow on the ground.

Or you empty your pockets into a tray or a plate each evening so you'll know where everything is in the morning when you have to make your quick escape in your out-facing car onto your street full of playing kids or snow.

But does this really explain some of our quirky behavior, the stuff we silly critters do?  Maybe yes, maybe no.

How about this:  most of us don't buy the top copy from a pile of newspapers -- those of us who still buy newspapers.  What are we thinking, that a lot of people have glanced at that front page already and that makes it a used paper?  But still, that's what many of us do.

Or this:  there's a knot of people waiting for an elevator.  You are the fifth person to arrive.  The call button is lit.  But you still push it.  So has everyone who came before you even though only one push was needed.

Take a look in your closet.  Is everything facing in the same direction?  Probably.  If you hang a shirt up in the wrong direction, do you rush home at the end of the day and before turning your car backward in the driveway you run to the bedroom to reverse the wrong-way shirt because it's been bothering you all day?  (If the answer is "yes," you need serious help, seriously soon.)

Your correspondent has a lifelong habit of punctuality.  The self-justification, the official reason is that time is valuable and that lateness is 

a way of telling someone that one believes his time is more valuable than yours.  Showing up late for work one day in a snowstorm induced an irrational tailspin of guilt, worry and distraction.  (NOW who needs serious help?)

Go on, take the pledge.  You will take the top paper on the pile if it's not visibly damaged, will not push the elevator button if someone else already has, put the right shoe on first if you normally start with the left.

It's good training.  But for what?

Shrapnel:

--A company claiming to make paper clips, ACCO of Illinois disputes our theory that they just recirculate.  Okay, that's what THEY say.  But we know better.

--ACCO owns the Swingline brand now.  There's something wrong about a Swingline stapler not made in Long Island City.  Anyone who has ever ridden the Long Island Railroad after dark knows what I mean.

--Citigroup turns a profit?  For two consecutive months?  Be still, our hearts because this may be a sign that Bush's stupid bailout is starting to work.

I'm Wes Richards.  My opinions are my own, but you're welcome to them.®

©WJR 2009

520 Knowing What You Don't Know

520 Knowing What You Don't Know

Sometimes it helps when you ask for help.   If you're moving a piano, say, and you don't know much about moving a piano, might be a good idea to get hold of a piano mover.

Thing is, these days, we all seem to think we should be able to do absolutely everything.  Move a piano, paint a house, put on a new roof, perform microsurgery, write a symphony, invent a better mouse trap.

Some people -- even some micro-surgeons -- can't color inside the lines.

We guys -- and it's mostly guys -- think we're born with a do-anything gene.  There's no beast we can't tame; no situation for which we are unprepared.  And technology sometimes reinforces this idiot notion.  Case in point:  the GPS direction finder.  No guy ever asks for directions.  It's... well, it's un-manly.  With our handy-dandy Nextars, we never have to.

We are told that there are no limits, except when we self-limit our imaginations.  If you can see it in your mind's eye, you can do it.

Yeah, right.

This is how all KINDS of terrible things happen.

Back to the micro-surgeons.  Some people just ain't cut out for it.

Some people are just no good at deep sea diving.

Some people just shouldn't ski.

Some people who've never been in a war zone shouldn't start wars.

And some people who never saw a down-market should get out of the trading business. 

Sometimes we learn this early, which is a good thing.

Touch a hot stove once, you probably won't do it again.

When they throw you out of the Karaoke bar, you might learn that you ought not sing in public.

On the other hand, most of life is not that simple.

Developing your talent is noble.  Realizing you do not have that particular talent is equally noble.

Schooling sometimes helps, but often not.  Auto body repair men and women are born, not made.  So are makers of ukuleles and painters -- both house and portrait.

Dr. Peale would not approve of this.  He'd say "follow your dream."  Others might say "follow that dream even if it leads you over a cliff."

Shrapnel:

--Scientists at MIT have confirmed the Richards Theory of Paper Clips.  This theory states there is a finite number of them and they just keep recirculating.  They are not an endangered species, at least not yet.

--Scientists at Wonderland University have confirmed there's no such thing as cancer.  It's all a myth, they say.  They're now working on the possibility that this also may be true of heart disease and maybe even paper cuts.

--Scientists at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory have confirmed that what goes up doesn't necessarily come down.  Just most of the time.  Someone gave the Director of the Up And Down Project some stock charts, which modified his view, but only slightly.

I'm Wes Richards.  My opinions are my own, but you're welcome to them.®

©WJR 2009

519 The Warning Note

519 The Warning Note

Back in junior high school, when you were in danger of flunking a course, the teacher would mail home what they called a "warning note."  A dreaded warning note may be a better way to put it.

The note would tell you that you were in danger of flunking English or algebra or some such, but that there remained hope that with diligent work ("apply yourself!") you might still reach a passing grade for the academic quarter.  By the time it was time to issue the warning note, you pretty well knew you were going to get one.  But when it came in the mail, you had confirmation of your fears.

Sometimes you COULD get back on track in time to earn at least a "D" for the quarter.  Mostly not.

The biz world equivalent of the junior high warning note is called a "going concern notice."  A going concern notice comes from your auditors and they send it when they think you're in such deep yogurt that you might not make it.  A passing grade for THIS warning note is survival.

This week, the auditors sent a going concern note to their client, General Motors.  GM is in danger of flunking the quarter.  Maybe in danger of flunking out, entirely.

And like the kid in junior high, the company knew this thing was likely to come.  But also like the kid in junior high, their hearts no doubt sank when they got it.

So should yours.

You get a warning note in junior high, you maybe find some extra help.  Same with GM.  They knew this was coming, and to their credit (to use a dubious word,) they have been seeking extra help.

From you.

Thing is, even with extra help, in this case, billions of dollars in loans, you sometimes can't pull out of the tailspin.

They're not going to fold tomorrow, exactly.  Maybe not at all.  But everyone learning of this condition will assume they will and act accordingly.  Which in this case is to not buy their stuff.

This creates further downward pressure and likely speeds any eventual bankruptcy filing.

Unlike junior high, when you flunk at this level, you don't get to simply repeat the class until you get it right.  When you flunk at this level, you're toast.

Shrapnel:

--Times are tough, so municipalities across the land are skimping on pot hole repair.  It's not that they don't fill 'em.  It's just that they fill 'em with watered down goo that means they come back soon.

--Westchester Johnny loves the old pop standards.  Complains you can't get that on the radio, any more.  Won't learn to use a computer, so he remains stuck.

--What to ask the doctor on entering the waiting room?  "How late is he or she running."  It's a good question, even at 7:30 in the morning.

I'm Wes Richards. My opinions are my own, but you're welcome to them.®

©WJR 2009

518 Hold On, Gordie

518 Hold On, Gordie

Maybe the recession really IS over.  Prime Minister Brown of the United Kingdom is here in the Colonies, urging Congress to "have faith" in the free market.

Kind of an odd sentiment, since (a) faith is confidence based on no evidence and (b) "faith in the free market" is what got us where we are today, and that's the financial version of the weather on Downing St.  Or, to be a bit more British about it, the weather IN Downing St.

Why do we need translation when listening to someone whose native language is English?  Rhetorical question.  But if you read between the lines, what you see is a guy from "the" former world power telling us not to get too protectionist in our trade policies, lets Britain and the whole EU suffer from our economic prowess.

That we HAVE any economic prowess left is easier to see from the London Observatory than it is from the corner of Broad and Wall.  But if Gordie thinks we do, maybe we actually do.

The Obama administration is trying to bring jobs back to America.  And it's moving to stop rewarding American companies that ship jobs overseas.  And if this has Prime Minister Brown in a twist, there must be something to it.

In his visit here, Brown is also playing to the crowd back home, where he's not exactly king of the popularity polls.  He doesn't want his administration sunk in the mire that Tony Blair created when he put on that Chihuahua suit and jumped into George Bush's lap.

Brown is angling for more sensible and accessible banking rules world wide, and a world wide stimulus for economies large and small.  Pretty good idea.  But, to quote the long ago slogan of the Chicago Tribune newspaper, "America First" this time.  

We need to tread a fine line.  We can't fully alienate Europe.  Or Asia, for that matter.  But by the same token, how did we manage to make shipping jobs overseas a fringe benefit for American business.  That's gotta stop.

You have heard or seen in this space many times a call for more smokestacks, farms and mines.  That hasn't changed.  If we're to meet our  own minimum expectations, we have to resurrect ourselves as an industrial monolith.  That's the only way it's going to happen.  Sure, make the 'stacks green.  Green sells.  But make 'em.

Meantime, hold on, Gordie.  We won't let you down.  Just keep that free market bear crap to yourself.

Shrapnel:

--Who is running the Republican Party, the elected chairman or some radio talk show maniac?  The answer:  it doesn't matter.  The party is DOA -- but expect a resurrection, eventually.

--Some Deep Thinker thinks he's come up with a brand new brand for the GOP.  They're calling it "the party of 'no.'"  Earth to Deep Thinker: It's always been the party of "no" and the party of punishment.

--J.P. Morgan Chase got a 25 billion dollar federal bailout.  Here's how that's made them more efficient: for the month of March, the bank delayed distribution of AFTRA pension fund checks, for which it is being handsomely rewarded, and may get to keep part of the float.

I'm Wes Richards.  My opinions are my own, but you're welcome to them.®

©WJR 2009

517 Paul Harvey 1918-2009

517 Paul Harvey 1918-2009

The temptation to avoid saying anything about Paul Harvey's death was great.  After all, the bios and obits were everywhere.  And there were several recent references to the guy in this space.

But none of these captures the man.  So, here's an attempt from a stranger:

We met twice.  Once was at ABC Radio headquarters at 1926 Broadway in the final days of 1975.   It was a small meeting.  The participants were Charles P. Arnot, an ABC News executive, Paul Harvey, Harry Reasoner, Howard Cosell, Roger Grimsby and Wes Richards.  The presence of the last guy seemed irrelevant.  Perhaps the invitation came as a sop to a network beginner.  The topic of the meeting?  How to survive as a news network if Paul Harvey quits.  Harvey was 57 or 58 at the time.  He announced to the room that he wasn't going anywhere.  But even then, ABC, one of the "big three" broadcast networks depended on him.  He knew it.  They knew it.  You'd have expected him to hold it over them.  He did not.

Harvey had come in from Chicago just for this meeting.  It took about ten minutes.  Then, we watched him work.  After all, he did have to do his programs, right?

He took the same AP, UPI and Reuters teletype copy all of us in the newsroom received.  But when it came out of Paul's Olympia Large Type office typewriter, it had a life of its own.  All the while, the guy's joking with the rest of us.  Asking questions, answering questions.  We all made carbons of our scripts at ABC in those days.  Reasoner took one of Paul's and read it and put it down and said something along the lines of "how does he do that?"  Reasoner's impressed?  So should be the rest of us.

Even Cosell, who refused to seem impressed by anything but Cosell was impressed.

Richards looked at the script, too.  And he asked Harvey "How do you do that?"  And Paul Harvey said "think about telling the story to some hard of hearing woman in Shawnee Mission, Kansas.  She's listening to you, but she's also doing the laundry or cooking dinner and she's not so smart and she doesn't follow the news every day.  Remember her, he said.

The second encounter was in the studios of WOR radio at Broadway and 40th and was in 1990.  WOR carried Paul's shows at the time.

WOR's General Manager, Bob Bruno, told us that Paul's shows on WOR had more listeners in New York than Rather at CBS and Brokaw at NBC combined.

One early morning, there's Paul in the newsroom and then in the studio.  Now,  he's 72 years old.  The hair is thinner, but still that reddish brown.  We say "You and I met in 1975 at ABC.  He says "I'm sorry, I don't remember, I hope you can forgive me."  Still so much milder than his broadcast image.  Still the gentleman that the listeners don't hear -- not the assertive, confident guy they DO hear.

So what was so special about this guy?

He was a doctrinaire conservative, at least most of the time.

You may disagree with his politics.  But you couldn't disagree with this:

Paul Harvey could tell a story of great color and significance or minuscule color and significance and make you want to listen and it was impossible to misunderstand. 

Now, about that meeting in 1975?  We came to no conclusions about how ABC was to survive without Paul.  But only one of the participants is still alive.  And he was and is clueless.

I'm Wes Richards.  Good day.