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FED-EXISTENTIAL DREAD

FedEx, Memphis colossus of distribution, was charged with a discrimination suit after firing seven employees who refused to cut off their dreadlocks. The workers, who are members of the Rastafarian religion and believe that their dreadlocks are a symbol of unity with their creator, have invoked the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which states that a person may not be discriminated against because of sincerely held religious beliefs. Whether or not the suit will lead to the liberal use of cannabis and cannabis products by Rastafarian pilots is still up in the air.

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friday, july 6th

A couple of art openings tonight: One is at Java Cabana, for Memphis Unfiltered, photographs by Harry Gordon; the other is at Art Farm, for / Feminine Art League 2001, an exhibit of works by Katrina Boza, Mimi Beasley, Polly Heidemann, and Carol Curry. Back at TheatreWorks it s the first Friday of the month, which means Freak Engine at midnight, the monthly variety show of theater, performance art, improv comedy, dance, music, and more. If you like bluegrass music, IIIRD Tyme Out is playing tonight at the Bartlett Performing Arts and Conference Center. Tonight s Orpheum Summer Movie Series feature is The Godfather, preceded by a Looney Tunes cartoon, a Three Stooges short, and a concert on the mighty Wurlitzer organ. The Honeymoon Garner Trio is playing tonight and tomorrow night at King s Palace CafÇ on Beale Street. Jungle Room is at Madison Flame. Lucero, The Lost Sounds, and Snowglobe are at Young Avenue Deli. And last but certainly not least, at Backtracks in Lake Cormorant, Mississippi, there s live music tonight by Big 69 Johnson. Just interpret that as you see fit.

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PUPPY LOVE?

If happiness is a warm puppy, then the film Cats & Dogs is downright ecstatic. It s clearly made by dog people, though with a keen appreciation for the feline attitude.

The film, which uses real dogs and cats (in addition to puppets and computer animation and surely a whole lot of patience), is a real kid-pleaser. Dogs soar through the air and cats drive cars. And since animals can t really complain, the filmmakers take advantage of strict stereotypes. Dogs are loyal, whereas cats have their own agenda. That agenda, as set forth in this film, is to control the world. Long ago, cats ruled over humans. That reign was destroyed by those humans dogs, who chased the cats away. Some thousands of years later, it s payback time. At the fore is Mr. Tinkles (voiced by Sean Hayes), a fluffy white cat with a pink, heart-shaped nose and a nasty disposition aggravated by a caretaker who thrills at dressing him in bonnets and bows.

Enter Lou (Tobey Maguire), a beagle puppy with a yen for adventure and the good luck to be adopted by Mrs. Brody (Elizabeth Perkins). Mrs. Brody s husband, Professor Brody (Jeff Goldblum), is busily perfecting a cure for people allergic to dogs, clearing the way for anyone who wants to pick up a pooch without fear of runny noses and puffy eyes. Great news for dogs, though the Brodys son Scott (Alexander Pollock) couldn t care less about Lou and just wishes his father would spend more time with him.

If you re getting the feeling that there s a lesson to be learned here, you d be right. But first, Mr. Tinkles must stop Professor Brody from completing his formula, and the dogs must stop Mr. Tinkles from stopping Professor Brody. And while the dogs get the morals, the cats are the true stars of the show. Ninja cats approach the Brody home and parachute in for attack; a Russian cat spits up an arsenal of hairballs; and Mr. Tinkles gets all the best lines ( Be still, so I can crush you ). Comparatively, the dogs are rather dull: Butch (Alec Baldwin), a canine operative and bitter ex-pet, and Sam (Michael Clarke Duncan), a sheepdog who can t see because of the hair in his eyes. Yawn, stretch.

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FALLING INTO DISGRACELAND

I used to do these writing workshops where a bunch of intellectual types would slouch around a long table and dissect everyone else’s psyches. Or rather, the creative manifestations of everyone’s psyches. It was all horribly interesting, except of course, usually the person who would talk the most was also the most annoying person in the class. Of course, perhaps that’s why that person was the most annoying person in class.

At any rate, during one such workshop, a rather well known mystery writer gave us the sage advice that one should never divulge the family secrets in print … until, of course, the untimely deaths of most of the family. After that, she said, have at it. It’ll be your best writing yet.

I am going to throw that advice out the window. Not necessarily this second, but someday. Right now, though, I’m not going to divulge any of the big family secrets — there aren’t really all that many to begin with and I’m certainly not going to waste them on this column (not if it could be my best writing yet) — but I am going to talk about the fam.

About a month ago, I called my mom, randomly on a Tuesday night, because I was having some crisis or another (I’m always having some crisis or another). We talked for a while, mostly me talking and her listening, and then before we hung up, I apologized for taking up so much of her free time babbling on about something so trivial. Because, although I don’t remember exactly what we talked about, I’m sure it was trivial and I’m sure she had other, better, things to do.

Then she said, “Don’t worry about it … Call me anytime.” At first I thought she was just being maternal, but then she said, “I was just sitting here doing nothing anyway.”

I was struck by how lonely she sounded. My younger brother and sister — both in high school — were out doing whatever it is high schoolers do these days on a Tuesday night, and my dad was at a neighbor’s house playing bridge with the local geriatric crowd.

I realized that, in a way, my family is breaking up. All six of us lived in the same house for 10 years, sharing food, bathrooms, and inside jokes about church. Now my sister and I each live far enough away as to warrant a road trip if we want to visit. My brother is going to college next year, and my littlest sister won’t be far behind.

Perhaps most importantly, each of us are old enough to have our own lives now. Once close-knit by necessity — put six people in the same car all the time and see what happens — my family has broken down into a cheerleader, a manufacturer, an office manager, a goofball, a journalist, and a college student, loosely. We each go along on our own path, only converging for the odd holiday.

Familial information comes down a phone tree; my sister will tell my mother who’ll tell me. Or vice versa. I usually know when my brother has a new girlfriend or has dumped the old one, because I ask. My sister always knows the details of my dad’s golf games. My mother knows everything. My father … well, let’s just say, most of the times, he’s in the dark.

But I have a feeling, more and more, I’m going to be missing out on their stuff. And they on mine. We just don’t have the time or energy to keep chasing each other’s lives at the same time we’re chasing our own.

When I was a kid, I wanted my parents to get divorced. They always agreed on everything, from punishments to curfew, and I thought I’d get to stay out later if they were a divided front.

Luckily for me, they didn’t. But I think now I have more of an understanding and an empathy with children of divorced parents. It’s hard.

Of course, just wait til you hear about what I went through. I might have to make it all up, but it’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever written.

( Mary Cashiola writes about life every Friday @ memphisflyer.com. You’re invited to come along.)

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WE RECOMMEND (THE COMPASSIONATE PART)

Ya know, I have written this column more than 500 times, and there are weeks when there’s just not much to say. This is one of those weeks. Yeah, the Bush daughters are probably good material, but I feel sorry for them. The nickname jokes (“Jen” and “Tonic”) are pretty good. The old what do you call President Bush’s daughter in a quarry — Jen on the rocks — isn’t bad, either. I did love Julia Roberts’ comments about not giving them a hard time because they are George Bush’s daughters and have that cross to bear. I knew she was a person of compassion. But I really do feel sorry for them, in a way. They really can’t help being born into that family and shouldn’t be blamed for simply being the Bush twins. Sure, they could have fled and changed their identities, but they chose to stick it out and make the best of it. And they are just college girls trying to have a good time. But trying to buy a drink with someone else’s ID? C’mon, Jen. You can do better than that. Trying to tie one on with an ID bearing someone else’s photo isn’t going to land you in the hallowed company of rocket scientists. Don’t be such a redneck. You must become a little more creative than that. You are, after all, the daughter of the president of the United States. Why not just keep some booze around the house? Dad can’t read the label, so just put the hooch in there with your toiletries and leave it at that. Get a flask. Get one of those water bottles cyclists use and fill ‘er up with whatever poison strikes your fancy. It’s all about NOT GETTING CAUGHT. And now I’m tired of writing about that. Did anyone else see the photo of Sally Struthers on the front page of USA Today last week as she attended Carroll O’Connor’s funeral? How cruel was that? Having been on a diet since the age of 7 and knowing how difficult it is to lose weight, I understand the trials and tribulations of the force of gravity and the toll it takes on one’s high school figure, so I feel for her too. My suggestion is stay out from in front of the camera and brush your hair once in a while. Keep up the good work you do for kids or animals or whatever it is, but take that loot from the rerun royalties and have a little work done here and there. It’s not a sin. Poor Sally. And now I’m tired of writing about that. In fact, I’m just plain old tired. Tired as George Bush in debate class. Tired as Jenna Bush at an O’Doul’s convention. Tired, tired, tired.

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GOOD GIRLS GO BAD

You know every word by heart. You could hear the courage and the heartache in every note she sang. Everything she touched turned to pure country gold. She is Tammy Wynette, the greatest female country vocalist of all time, and a traveling exhibit displaying a number of the performer?s personal effects is coming to a mall near you. That?s right, in an effort to raise Tammy consciousness the ?Stand By Your Man? exhibit will be on display at Oak Court Mall on Thursday, July 5th. So do your own tribute to George Jones (the man she ultimately stopped standing by) by getting all liquored up, hopping on your riding mower, and crying, ?Tammy, Tammy, why?d ya leave me, Tammy?? all the way to the mall.

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thursday, july 5th

Tonight, A Brief History of White Music opens at TheatreWorks, with an all-black cast interpreting the music of the Beatles, the Beach Boys, Buddy Holly, Elvis, the Andrews Sisters, and other musicians. The Memphis Redbirds play Oklahoma City at AutoZone Park. The Buonis are playing on The Peabody?s Plantation Rooftop during the Sunset Serenade party after work.

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Long Road to the Altar

Immigrants in Memphis Must Bypass Laws To Get Married.

By Rebekah Gleaves

Edwin and Eber were high school sweethearts. They met while attending the same school here in Memphis and like countless couples before them, they dated all the way through school, fell in love, and planned to marry someday.

Now each is 20 years old, out of school, and living thousands of miles from his native country of Guatemala and hers of Mexico. They wanted to marry in the only city they both call home, the city where they met and where they plan to live out their lives. But in this forbidden love story, there are no Montagues and no Capulets. The only force stopping Edwin and Eber from being married in Memphis is the Shelby County requirement that each person has a Social Security number to get a marriage license.

A legal resident of Tennessee, Edwin recently succeeded in getting his driver’s license, after taking the test a grueling 11 times. But he knows that no amount of studying or waiting in long lines would grant him a marriage license in Shelby County. Though Edwin is a legal resident, Eber is not. Even as a legal resident, Edwin cannot get married in this county without a Social Security number, which he does not have.

So, Edwin and Eber asked Garland Reed, a Spanish language interpreter, to take them across the Mississippi River to Marion, Arkansas. There a justice of the peace would grant them a license and perform the ceremony after each showed two forms of legal identification, neither of which had to be a Social Security card.

“I have personally taken many couples across the bridge into Arkansas to get married,” says Reed. “They have to have two forms of legal I.D. Usually they have a state I.D. and a translated, notarized copy of their birth certificate. Several justices of the peace in Arkansas have told me that Hispanics come from cities all over Tennessee to get married there.”

Edwin, a shy and wiry young man who earns a living moving packages in a warehouse, was insistent that he and Eber get married.

“I didn’t want to just live with her,” he says looking down, embarrassed. “I wanted to honor her with marriage.”

The law requiring a Social Security number poses a problem for religious organizations as well as private residents. Most major religions encourage parishioners to marry, but ministers cannot circumvent state regulations. The Catholic faith, which serves much of the immigrant community in Memphis and has six churches with mass offered in Spanish, is particularly adamant that couples marry. Nevertheless, there is little a clergyman in any faith can do to legally marry a couple in Shelby County when the couple does not qualify for a license.

“If the two parties can’t get a marriage license in Shelby County, then any minister in the county — by that I mean priests, rabbis, anyone — cannot marry them,” says Father Joseph Tagg, head of the marriage tribunal for the Catholic Diocese of Memphis. “We cannot subvert state laws.”

He continues, saying, “So we take them out of the county into Tipton or Gibson Counties. There they only require an address, and they only require a birth certificate if one of the parties is a minor. We had a situation last year where a priest met the couple in Tipton County after they got a marriage license and he married them there.”

However, Father Tagg does say that this is not a problem the Church faces often.

Deacon Curtiss Talley, who is director of multicultural ministries for the Catholic Diocese of Memphis and who serves on Mayor Willie Herenton’s multicultural and religious affairs committee, says that often the Church does not meet these couples until after they are already married.

“Usually couples are already married and since the Church requires that the marriage be blessed, they come to us to ask for a blessing,” says Talley. “But each church handles these blessings on a case-by-case basis, and there’s not that many people asking for them.”

As for Edwin and Eber, their love story has a happy, if protracted, ending. They were married that day in Arkansas and the state of Tennessee must recognize that union. Even now that the ordeal is behind them, they remain miffed by all they had to go through just to get married.

“Of course it was difficult for us,” says Edwin. “We think it is strange that we cannot get married here like other people can.”

“A Different Day and Age”

Gay and Lesbians Meet with the Memphis Police Department.

By Mary Cashiola

Len Piechowski says he tells the story often, if only just to apologize.

Eleven years ago, he says he was jogging in Overton Park when he came upon a couple of police officers beating up a man.

“They were screaming some strong anti-gay rhetoric and I realized what I was seeing was a gay-bashing by the Memphis Police Department,” says Piechowski. He didn’t know what to do or who to call when the police were the perpetrators.

But addressing a town hall meeting sponsored by the Memphis Gay & Lesbian Community Center and the Memphis Lesbian & Gay Coalition for Justice, and featuring a panel that included members of the Memphis Police Department, Piechowski says, “This is a different day and age.”

Ranging from such topics as public sex to police officers’ accountability, the forum focused on the relationship between the Memphis Police Department and the Memphis gay and lesbian community.

“In the past there have been problems,” says Memphis Lesbian & Gay Coalition for Justice co-chair Jim Maynard. “Some people have had experiences where the police don’t take seriously their calls about domestic violence. Or there has been some insensitivity with some police officers.”

But for the most part, Sunday night’s meeting met with enthusiasm on both sides.

“The police department is very focused on helping the community as a whole,” Executive Major Steve Cole of the West Precinct told the crowd. “If you’ll be open with us, you’ll be impressed and proud of the Memphis Police Department. You’ll find the department is your friend.”

Officer Charles Hill echoed that sentiment. As part of the West Precinct’s Neighborhood Watch program, Hill says that the department has no problem with him being a representative for the department and openly gay.

After joining the force in 1998, he says he expected some sort of negative reaction.

“I waited and I waited and nothing ever happened,” says Hill.

But while the department seemed supportive of the community, Maynard says he saw some raised eyebrows from people in the crowd who have a negative view of the police.

“I hear a lot of negative things and people tend to blame the whole police department,” Maynard says. It’s a charge he says is unfair.

“The police department is supportive of us, but there are probably individual police officers who are prejudiced and bigoted.”

The Memphis Lesbian & Gay Coalition for Justice is a civil rights organization that was started after University of Wyoming student Matthew Shepherd’s murder in 1998. Maynard says the dialogue between the police and the Coalition for Justice grew out of interest over the department’s recent sting operations.

“We were interested in the possible entrapment of gay men and we wanted to make sure that wasn’t occurring,” says Maynard.

In light of recent arrests made at Overton Park and Oak Court Mall, law enforcement on the panel explained the difference between a sting operation and entrapment and addressed the incidents.

“These cases were spurred on by complaints from citizens,” says Hill. “This isn’t the police department saying, ‘Hey, there are some gay people, let’s go and grab them.'”

The police pointed out that in both locations children are present; the area in Overton Park is no more than 200 feet from a playground.

But the meeting seemed to go over well; both the coalition and the police department expressed interest in working together in the future.

“The police need to be trained to deal with gay and lesbian people,” says Maynard, “and we want to make sure that’s happening.”

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Memphis and the NBA

The inspiration and road map for success actually came from Jacksonville.

by John Branston

While the NBA Now team was certainly well aware of the success of major-league sports in Nashville, the inspiration and road map for landing the Grizzlies actually came from another peer city, Jacksonville.

The Jacksonville MSA of 1.1 million people is roughly the same as Memphis. Like Memphis, Jacksonville is a border city with just one major-league team. Jacksonville beat out Memphis for an NFL expansion team in 1993 by making a richer bid with a better stadium.

And finally, there was a key Jacksonville-Memphis connection. Daniel Connell, senior vice president of marketing for the NFL’s Jacksonville Jaguars, was the college roommate of Mason Hawkins, chairman of the board of Southeastern Asset Management, the Memphis-based mutual fund company. Connell now serves on Southeastern’s board.

Hawkins and Staley Cates, president of Southeastern, began exploring the possibilities of Memphis getting an NBA team over a year ago. The first target was the Charlotte Hornets. When the focus shifted to the Vancouver Grizzlies, Connell’s advice and the positive Jacksonville experience served as a road map for Cates, who is a minority owner of the Grizzlies.

“If you did it the Jacksonville way, which is our comparable, [a major-league team] has a huge impact,” says Cates. “We watched it happen through the eyes of Dan Connell.”

With a reputation as picky “value” investors, Cates and Hawkins quietly laid the groundwork for the NBA. They met with FDX Corp. CEO Fred Smith, who agreed to bring in FedEx on a purely commercial basis. The public face of NBA Now — the mayors, Pitt and Barbara Hyde, the chamber of commerce — took it from there.

There weren’t any great secrets to be learned from Jacksonville, which was an expansion city in the NFL as opposed to a relocation city in the NBA. But the similarities to Memphis, combined with the business expertise and modest egos of the Longleaf team, provided an extra layer of confidence and credibility in the crunch.

“The Jaguars helped Jacksonville be better recognized with companies that were looking to expand or relocate businesses,” says Connell. “As an example, after we won the franchise we ran a full-page ad in The Wall Street Journal with a helmet in the center that said look inside the head of the NFL and see why they picked Jacksonville. At that time, Jacksonville might not have even had the level of recognition that Memphis had.”

Since the Jaguars took the field in 1995, Jacksonville has enjoyed a growth spurt, coincidentally or not.

“The NFL gets the initial inquiry from site selectors,” says Connell. “The key thing is to get on that list of companies that the site selectors are going to query for information. Then at least you have a chance to sell yourself.”

Connell also shared his thoughts about sports and civic self-esteem with the Memphians.

“A lot of people have taken their disposable dollars and put them into Jaguars tickets instead of somewhere else, so we wanted to give back in a big way. It doesn’t always have to be money. If a player talks about the importance of staying in school or staying off drugs you’ve brought a new hero or role model to the city.”

The love affair between a city and a team (and, it should be noted, the Jaguars won early and often) in building the community is a nice story, but Connell says being the only game in town “puts extra pressure on the team,” even more so for the NBA with a 12-man roster compared to an NFL team’s 53-man roster.

If he were advising the Grizzlies, he would tell them this:

“The community needs to support the team, and I say that more for the community than for the ownership. I would like to think that community leaders feel some level of responsibility to help sell season tickets. The Grizzlies can put ads in the papers, but if community leaders are out there advocating and encouraging people to step up, that is where you are going to have the greatest opportunity for success.”

Connell’s not sure what, if any, impact his friendship with Hawkins and Cates had on the Memphis, but “wherever you got all your information, you obviously did it the right way.”

Tennessee’s Worst Intersections Can Be Found On Winchester

Driving down Winchester? Watch yourself.

In a report released by State Farm Insurance, the road was cited for four of the five most dangerous intersections in Tennessee.

Winchester and Riverdale topped the company’s Danger Index for Tennessee intersections, followed by Winchester and Mendenhall; Winchester and Kirby Parkway; and Winchester and Hickory Hill.

“We want to make motorists aware of the danger involved in these intersections,” says Shawn Johnson, a spokesman for the company. “We want it to stay in their minds when they drive these intersections.”

The report, based on claims by State Farm policyholders and adjusted according to the percentage of State Farm insured vehicles in each area, not only looked at the number of crashes but how many of those involved injuries and the severity of the crash.

“The key to this is to improve safety,” says Johnson.

State Farm is offering $5 million in grants to communities for intersection safety studies.

“We want to help these cities use their tax dollars wisely,” says Johnson. “That’s why we’re offering grants to have in-depth safety studies done. These safety studies should tell us why Winchester Road is having a number of these problems.”

The other most dangerous intersection in Tennessee was also in Memphis, at Summer Avenue and Sycamore View. — Mary Cashiola

Apartment Elevator Woes Continue for Memphis Woman

Last November the Flyer interviewed Melinda Jones, 25, after learning that her muscular dystrophy was not keeping her homebound. The dysfunctional elevators in her Pauline Place apartments were.

Confined to a wheelchair, Jones lives on the seventh floor of the apartment complex. Property owners Makowsky and Ringel were aware of the faulty elevators but were unable to repair them until the middle of November due to contract complications, says CEO Jimmy Ringel.

But problems remained. On May 22nd Jones started to get on the elevator when her wheelchair tipped over backward. The elevator doors opened and closed on her until another resident heard her cries for help.

“It was a combination of the elevator being four or five inches above my floor and the elevator closing so fast,” Jones says.

Now Jones is suffering from head and back injuries. According to her orthopedic surgeon, Dr. William Warner, and her muscular dystrophy specialist, Dr. Masanori Igarashi, Jones’ recurring pain is a result of the accident and not her chronic illness. Warner suggests that Jones undergo spinal surgery to correct the injuries.

Jones’ attorney, Michael Pfrommer, is filing complaints that Makowsky and Ringel have still not taken adequate steps to repair the elevator even after Jones’ fall.

“My understanding is that the door closed too soon on her and this incident is not connected to the same unlevel issue as last fall,” Ringel says. “We’re sorry she has not had a good experience there and feel badly it has not worked out for her.”

Jones has since moved to Bellevue Towers, where she is able to move from one floor to another without taking any risks.

“I am so happy to be somewhere where I am safe,” Jones says. “It’s a real nice place and the elevators work like a charm.” — Hannah Walton

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Byrd On the Wing

For some weeks, the conventional wisdom has been that Bartlett banker Harold Byrd was emerging as the front-runner in the Democratic primary for Shelby County mayor.

Partly this was on the strength of Byrd’s support by Sidney Chism, known to be close to Memphis mayor Willie Herenton and the closest thing in Shelby County just now to being a political kingmaker.

Partly, too, it was due to the supposition that Byrd, as a member of a family of prominent Democrats who thrived for years in the heavily Republican enclave of Bartlett, had significant crossover appeal. Neither Harold Byrd nor his brother Dan Byrd, who succeeded him as a state representative in the early ’80s, ever lost a legislative race.

(Harold Byrd has, however, lost two races for the 7th District congressional seat — one in 1982 in the Democratic primary to Bob Clement, who later lost to Republican Don Sundquist, and another in 1994 as the Democratic nominee against current congressman Ed Bryant.)

And partly Byrd’s presumed lead among Democrats was based on his ability to raise money, honed over the years as a leading booster and fund-raiser for the University of Memphis and other civic causes.

That last consideration got a boost at Byrd’s official opening last Thursday night at Central Station, where a crowd of some 300 gathered and a kitty of some $307,000 (some of it accountable to backers not present) was announced from the dais.

Byrd delivered a somewhat lengthy formal address, the thrust of which was that the current county administration had incurred too much debt without making enough progress.

He got appreciative applause from the crowd, which included several public officials, former U of M athletes, and participants in the recent drive to bring an NBA team to Memphis.

Other Democrats in the race are state senator Jim Kyle and state representative Carol Chumney. Possible entrants are automobile dealer Russell Gwatney and state senator Steve Cohen.

E.C. Makes His Move

Memphis city councilman E.C. Jones ended some weeks of speculation Monday by formally announcing his candidacy for sheriff as a Democrat. But the councilman, who has considerable support in the Frayser-Raleigh area and a knack for fund-raising, has been put on notice by various Democrats who are supporting the candidacy of Randy Wade, a ranking Sheriff’s Department administrator who has the support of Herenton advisor Sidney Chism, who has turned into the city’s leading political broker, at least among Democrats.

Jones can expect to see his voting record, which includes abundant participation in Republican primaries in recent years, publicized, and one Wade supporter, G.A. Hardaway, wants Jones put on notice that, if he follows through with his sheriff’s race, Hardaway will promptly begin organizing an opposition to Jones’ next council reelection bid. His ideal candidate is Memphis School Board member Lee Brown.

Meanwhile, friends of Circuit Court Clerk Jimmy Moore say that he is likely to declare for sheriff as a Republican in the near future.

Is Jim Rout Still Thinking of a Governor’s Race?

“It’s amazing how persistent these rumors have been,” said Shelby County mayor Jim Rout last week about reports that, having been a prime mover in securing the deal that will build a new arena in Memphis for the Grizzlies of the National Basketball Association, he was considering leaving his day job and taking up an executive position with the Grizzlies.

“There’s nothing to them, I can assure you, but a lot of people seem to be talking about that,” Rout said.

About another widely discussed matter, his electoral plans for 2002, the county mayor was less categorical.

Some have begun to wonder out loud whether Rout actually intended to run for reelection, and he is not ready yet to give a definitive answer. “Most probably, I will run again for mayor, but there are some people talking to me, I have to acknowledge, who still want me to run for governor and are asking me to reconsider,” Rout said.

The county mayor ruled out such a race some months ago, and U.S. rep. Van Hilleary of Tennessee’s 4th District quickly went on a fund-raising spree, signed up numerous party cadres for his campaign, and became the prohibitive favorite.

But state Republicans are still not united in their support for Hilleary, who, as a congressman, is suspect among those who think that Governor Don Sundquist‘s lack of success with the legislature owes something to his lack of prior administrative experience.

State rep. Larry Scroggs of Germantown is considering a race for governor, and former state representative Jim Henry of Kingston is beginning to organize a gubernatorial effort.

Rout, as an experienced county executive, is, as he says, being sounded out by various Republicans, and not just local ones, for a change of mind.

* Rout has, meanwhile, acquired a new deputy. Kelly Rayne-Brayton, who had been serving as executive assistant to Shelby County Attorney Donnie Wilson, has moved upstairs in the county administration building. She was recently named chief legislative assistant and special counsel to Mayor Rout.

The position is similar to, but not identical with, one formerly held by Nathan Green, a longtime Rout aide who is now in private business as a lobbyist and consultant.

* The issue of the composition of the Public Building Authority, which will oversee construction of the new NBA arena, remains unresolved — but the withdrawal from consideration last week of state rep. Tre Hargett of Bartlett leaves the way open for state rep. Larry Miller of Memphis to complete the legislative component of the Authority.

A new state law, largely unnoticed at the time it was passed and signed into law this spring by Governor Sundquist, mandates that a member of the state Senate as well as a member of the state House of Representatives must be named to the PBA, whose former statutory membership of 9 was thus elevated to 11.

Memphis mayor Willie Herenton, under the impression that he had the right to name both legislative Authority members, named Memphis’ John Ford from the state Senate. County mayor Rout then expressed concern about having his own input, and, armed with a legal opinion from County Attorney Wilson, worked out an arrangement with Herenton whereby he acquired the de facto right to name a member from the House.

Two House members — state rep. Larry Miller, a North Memphis Democrat, and state rep. Tre Hargett, a Bartlett Republican, both expressed their interest in serving. But Hargett’s candidacy picked up some active resistance from Memphis legislators, like Rep. Kathryn Bowers, who resented the GOP legislator’s failure to vote for at least one of the enabling bills for the NBA arena in the legislature.

Meanwhile, House Speaker Jimmy Naifeh of Covington made a point of endorsing Miller for the PBA, and Hargett, after a conversation on the floor last week with Naifeh, drafted a letter to Rout withdrawing his candidacy and praising Miller.

That gives Miller something of a definitive edge, and it is possible that Rout will name him to the Authority later this week.

After the 11 members are jointly proposed by both mayors, the Memphis City Council and the Shelby County Commission will have the opportunity to approve the choices and formally vote the newly reconstituted body into being.

Living the Dream

Hope-Springs-Eternal Department: Joe Cooper, who has held an office or two, worked for various office-holders, run for numerous positions in local government, and operated a number of businesses, many on Beale Street, is mainly functioning as a free-lance consultant these days.

And he has a new bee in his bonnet, which he hopes becomes a buzz in the ears of some of the public officials and private citizens who just labored so mightily to conceive and sell the idea of a new arena for the soon-to-be Memphis National Basketball Association franchise.

Operating on the supposition that the New Orleans Saints of the National Football League are shopping for a new home (a fact that team’s owners are doing their best to bruit about, perhaps in an effort to jack up the level of financial support they’re getting from the state of Louisiana and the city of New Orleans, where they currently play in the Superdome), Cooper wants the local movers and shakers to consider enlarging the proposed new basketball arena or, alternatively, renovating the Liberty Bowl so as to attract the Saints.

The team’s owners are, in fact, being avidly courted just now by another suitor, Mississippi governor Ronnie Musgrove, who hopes to entice them to a site on the Magnolia State’s gulf coast.

After running his idea by both Mayor Herenton and the architectural firm of Looney Ricks Kiss, which is undertaking to renovate The Pyramid for interim play by the transplanted Vancouver Grizzlies of the NBA, Cooper hasn’t yet made any converts.

The architects told him enlarging the proposed arena to make it multicapable would so vastly increase its costs as to make it prohibitively expensive (given that it took all the political wiles of Herenton and Shelby County mayor Rout to sell the $250 million package that will build the new NBA arena).

And Herenton in essence told Cooper that he has his hands full just following up on the NBA deal, but thanks anyhow.

And if there’s one fact that sports-hungry Memphians remember full well, it is that the Liberty Bowl, even as potentially renovated, was long ago adjudged unsuited to the purposes of the National Football League by that league’s potentates.

“Hey,” says Cooper, perhaps beginning to realize the difficulties he’ll have making his case, “what’s wrong with proposing something else positive for Memphis? We’re big-league now. We don’t have to stay negative.”

As good an object lesson as any of the heady mood that still lingers after the success of the recent NBA drive. (But don’t hold your breath, Joe.)

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Playing Murphy’s on Friday, July 6th, Minneapolis’ Danny Commando Y Los Guapos are pretty highly regarded in their hometown, with a straightforward style that fits comfortably with the white-guy rock sound of recent Twin Cities exports such as Semisonic, Soul Asylum, the Jayhawks, and the Honeydogs. The Stonesy bar rock of guitar/bass/drums/trumpet that is captured on the group’s most recent album, Hell Over Purgatory, is likely to remind some of Morphine, but I find it less uptight and more inviting. In a week that is light on notable bands, this unknown-in-these-parts outfit is definitely a risk worth taking. — Chris Herrington

They have great stage names: Eldorado Del Rey, Slim Electro, and Randy Valentine. They use a beat-up piece of Samsonite luggage instead of a kick drum. They have maracas. They are The Porch Ghouls, and their loose, loungy answer to that hypnotic hill-country sound that pours out of north Mississippi is a hip-shaking blast of cool punk ruckus in a town that sometimes takes its blues heritage way too seriously. Porch Ghouls shows can certainly be reverent and restrained but they can also be boozy, all-night danceathons capable of transforming any venue into a roadhouse Saturday night. Surprise visits from local rapper Hunchoe the Phenom raise the roof every time.

The Porch Ghouls will be playing a free show on Sunday, July 8th, at Shangri-La Records to commemorate the release of their first record, a cover-laden 10-inch recorded by ’68 Comeback maestro Jeffrey Evans and put out by left-coast indie, Orange. The record includes yet another version of the classic song “Going Down South,” which we all need about as much as a second appendix, so ridicule them mercilessly. Enjoy all the rest. — Chris Davis