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The $20 Million Question

Cover story by John Branston and Mary Cashiola

Additional reporting by Simone Barden and Bianca Phillips

At the Ducks Unlimited Great Outdoors Festival this weekend, an estimated 100,000 people will jam a noisy corner of Shelby Farms to shoot firearms and bows and arrows, roar around on four-wheelers and SUVs, scramble up climbing walls, paddle canoes, cook chili and duck gumbo, watch lumberjacks make wood chips fly, and poke around in tents and camping equipment.

And after three days, the festival will shut down and the crowds will disappear along with most of the activities. Then Shelby Farms will go back to being a place where people stroll around a lake, walk their dogs, hang out in parking lots, pick strawberries, and gaze at a herd of bison. And, of course, sit in traffic jams on their way to or from work.

Somewhere between these two extremes lies the future of Shelby Farms when it becomes Shelby Park.

If the Shelby County Commission follows through on its initial approval, all 4,450 acres of Shelby Farms will be turned over in July to an independent conservancy that will use a privately funded $20 million endowment to make improvements over several years. A master plan will be commissioned to fulfill the vision of a quiet, free park protected by a conservation easement and forever off-limits to developers.

The resulting park will truly be one-of-a-kind — 13 times the size of Overton Park, five times the size of Central Park in New York City, bigger even than Gettysburg or Shiloh military parks.

The Memphis Flyer and other local media have previously reported the views of park visionary Ron Terry, former chairman and CEO of First Tennessee National Corporation, as well as the dissenting opinions of Shelby County commissioners concerned that “affluence buys influence” and that public officials are giving up too much control of too many projects. In this story, the Flyer takes a look at Shelby Farms from the perspective of the people who use it every day. We interviewed more than 60 park-users of all ages as well as staff and volunteers in virtually every corner of the park, from the riding stables to the strawberry fields to Patriot Lake to the shooting range.

Most people were at least vaguely aware that changes are in the works for Shelby Farms, but few of them grasped the magnitude of the plan or the size of the park itself. Asked how large they thought Shelby Farms is, people guessed anywhere from 100 acres to 1,500 acres.

“I like it just the way it is, and I wish the people who want to develop this place would just leave it alone,” said Wes Wolfe. “It’s just like a great big backyard.”

The majority of concerns we found were fairly mundane — goose and duck poop around Patriot Lake, a general lack of bathrooms, not enough parking or playground equipment, and shoestring maintenance. Park officials, strapped for funds and personnel, did not disagree.

“Cleaning up goose poop is a full-time job,” said Steve Satterfield, interim superintendent of Shelby Farms.

The staff has its hands full just cutting 600 to 700 acres of grass every week. The Shelby Farms operating deficit is expected to exceed $500,000 this fiscal year, which is one of the reasons for turning it over to a conservancy.

Some users would like to see big-ticket improvements that are impossible under the current budget.

“I think it would be nice to have a public swimming pool,” said Ruth Rike, who has been coming to Shelby Farms for 32 years to walk and pick strawberries.

“They need something other than just a park, like a little golf course,” suggested Wendy Lopez. “They need something more for kids than just a play area.”

Over at the public shooting range, Bill Gregory was glad to have a chance to vent to a reporter about the plan to close the range this year and relocate it to an unspecified place.

“We pay to come out here,” he said. “It’s $7 to shoot. Nobody else pays. No one pays to fly a kite, ride a bike, or walk the dog. We pay. I don’t know where we’ll go when this place closes.”

Those ideas are likely to be unpopular with the conservancy, which will be oriented toward passive recreation and public health, based on its vision statement and proposed bylaws. But if our interviews made anything clear, it is that just about any idea, no matter how seemingly innocent, has fierce proponents and detractors.

Take shade trees.

“I think more trees around Patriot Lake would really improve Shelby Farms,” said Rhonda Clark.

Don’t tell that to the Tornado Alley Sailing Club.

“Last year, they started planting trees at this lake, which is the only open lake around here,” said Lee Shackelford, sailing on the lake with friends. “But they don’t realize that every tree hinders the wind we need to sail.”

And it may take the wisdom of Solomon to decide what to do about the ducks and geese. Little children love to feed them; others, tired of stepping in goose poop, would like to feed them a load of 12-gauge shot.

“We have hundreds of newly hatched goslings,” said Satterfield. “We’ve been talking to wildlife resource to get rid of them. If they learn to fly here, they’ll probably learn to stick around. They migrate back here and nest here.”

Then there is the issue of roads.

“Everyone’s scared of parking lots and I’ll probably make some people mad by saying this,” said Satterfield, “but on Saturday morning, all the lots are filled. People don’t have any alternative but to park on the grass.”

That means the grass won’t grow, and the compacted soil contributes to the erosion of the park. There are similar issues with roads into the park’s interior. By minimizing roads in the past to preserve the park’s pastoral nature, officials unwittingly encouraged people to drive off-road to get to the out-of-the-way places of the park.

“From a conservation point of view,” said Satterfield, “I think everybody could live with a solution where we provided them with some more roads [inside the park]. Right now, [off-road driving] is uncontrollable.”

History: A $200 Million Asset

Keeping all of this in perspective, Shelby Farms is the sort of “problem” any city would love to have. No other major urban area has so much undeveloped land located so close to the geographic and population center of the county. The people backing the conservancy — Terry, the Hyde Family Foundation, Mike McDonnell, the Plough Foundation, Lee Winchester — are lifelong Memphians with decades of involvement in conservation and civic causes. A $20 million endowment would fund both short-term and long-term improvements that would bring thousands of new visitors to a cleaner, prettier, and more interesting park.

But by focusing single-mindedly on passive parkland and conservation, county residents are oversimplifying the history of Shelby Farms and leaving millions of dollars of potential revenue on the table.

Shelby Farms was never intended to be a 4,450-acre park — urban, suburban, or otherwise. Its origins predate the term suburbia. In 1928, Shelby County bought 1,600 acres to relocate the Penal Farm, miles away from the outskirts of Memphis (Shelby Farms today is inside the city limits of Memphis but is run by the county.) By 1946, the farm had grown to 4,450 acres. In the late 1960s, development was lapping at its edges and a prison farm was an anachronism. The county considered selling all or part of it. Boyle Development and the Maryland-based Rouse Company proposed a huge planned development that would have accommodated 40,000 residents and 12,000 housing units. Over several years in the 1970s, the plan was defeated by a coalition of environmentalists and developers. By 1976, county officials were so weary of the haggling that they offered to transfer Shelby Farms to the city of Memphis. But then-county mayor Roy Nixon vetoed the plan.

There has been sporadic development of Shelby Farms since then, notably Patriot Lake and the welcome center, Agricenter International, Shelby Showplace Arena, and a couple of restaurants. The closest thing to a commercial development is the headquarters of Ducks Unlimited, completed in 1992, mainly through the efforts of former county mayor Bill Morris and businessman Billy Dunavant, an avid hunter. The one- and two-story headquarters building houses 160 employees.

Ducks Unlimited, a nonprofit organization dedicated to wetlands conservation and waterfowl hunting, has a sweetheart lease. It pays no rent for 40 years.

“We give the county up to 500 hours of free consultation on wetlands and other conservation issues every year,” said chief financial officer Randy Graves, who is talking to the Agricenter about extending its lease for another 40 years.

The offices and parking lots of Ducks Unlimited are so unobtrusive and heavily landscaped that many people speeding by on Walnut Grove Road don’t even realize they’re there — except during the annual Great Outdoors Festival. The event jams the park with sports enthusiasts, shuttle buses, exhibitors and shoppers, and kids getting a taste of activities that either are not allowed or soon will be banned inside Shelby Park, such as skeet shooting, archery, and four-wheeling. Other less testosterone-charged recreations like dog training, canoeing, biking, and hiking would be enhanced under the conservancy plan.

“We’re pretty excited about it,” said Graves. “At first, we were a little nervous, but I have personally been attending some of the meetings with the county and Ron Terry. The Outdoors Festival would be exempt from some of the restrictions, and there would be no abatements on us as a tenant except for a new entrance if Walnut Grove Road goes away.”

In general, Shelby County government has made little effort to attract commercial sponsorships in Shelby Farms, and most members of the county commission and the proposed conservancy are opposed to them in principle. Ducks Unlimited, however, has no such qualms. The Great Outdoors Festival has 15 sponsors (technically, it’s the Ducks Unlimited Great Outdoors Festival presented by Suzuki). Like Memphis in May, it also charges an entrance fee which brings in over $1 million. The attendance suggests that people don’t mind paying $10 to come to a park if you give them something to see and do.

Other special events at Shelby Farms over the years have included the Starry Nights driving tour at Christmas, a Christian concert and festival, a Civil War reenactment, the Tour de Wolf bicycle race, and a farmers’ market. County officials have shunned efforts to build a golf course or a zoo. Even a golf driving range, which could bring in enough income to pay the annual operating expenses with little impact on the park, was rejected. A contract for a paddle-boat concession was signed but has not been fulfilled.

Projected revenue for the year ending June 30, 2002, is $2.1 million, mostly from Agricenter International and Shelby Showplace Arena. Excluding those, the park was projected to bring in only $391,000, including a Christian rock concert which was canceled, costing the park $150,000 in revenue. With expenditures of $775,000, the operating deficit exceeds $500,000.

What is Shelby Farms worth if parts of it were sold or leased for commercial development? A conservative estimate is at least $200 million.

Waymon “Jackie” Welch of Welch Realty, a leading suburban developer, has over the past decade sold several tracts adjoining the park to businesses and restaurants. Based on sales he made in the last four years, Welch said land along Germantown Parkway is worth at least $500,000 an acre, which is what he got this year for a site for a Chuck E. Cheese’s near Dexter Road. The abandoned soccer fields and nearby property south of Walnut Grove on the west side of the park could be worth $200,000 an acre. And hundreds of other acres are worth, conservatively, $60,000 to $100,000 per acre.

“It is, without question, a premier site that would attract national attention,” Welch said. Alternately, the county could keep the land itself and lease it.

“This could generate millions and millions of dollars a year in ground leases and taxes,” he said. “In three years, you’d have $2 million to $3 million a month plus taxes coming in to the county.”

Welch added that he has no expectation that this will happen in light of political realities, despite the county’s mounting $1.3 billion debt.

Park Or Park Place?

Shelby Farms defies slogans and clichés. Two popular bumper stickers, “Don’t Split Shelby Farms” and “Shelby Farms: Keep It Green,” ignore the fact that the park is already split and interior roads and parking lots keep people from driving off-road to get to their favorite spots. Often described as “an urban jewel,” even its ardent backers, including Terry, admit that it is lightly used and that many Memphians are oblivious to it.

If part of the park’s new mission is to contribute to a healthier community by providing a place to hike, bike, skate, and go horseback riding, does the park need new management and private funding to provide activities already available?

Ranger Rick Richardson is at Shelby Farms at least five days a week, both as an employee and as a volunteer. As a volunteer, Richardson picks up trash and does maintenance and repairs in addition to his shift on the mounted patrol.

Richardson has heard his share of skepticism:

“If you have to give $250,000 to be on the conservancy board and have a say as to what happens there, is the general public going to be able to have any input? It’ll be run by wealthy people. I hear concerns from visitors. They say, ‘Why change the name to Shelby Park? They should change the name to Shelby Country Club. That’s what it’s going to be.'”

Satterfield, the interim superintendent of the park since last year, points to the county’s mounting debt. In the grand scheme of things, the park is competing in a race for funds alongside county schools, roads, and jails. And it’s losing.

In fact, the parts of the park that are most often utilized by the public were not funded by Shelby County in the first place. Satterfield said the park’s greatest assets are its gathering places: the Patriot Lake and Chickasaw trails.

“Those trails were funded with grant funds,” said Satterfield.

The grants were from a federal program for highway, trail, and road improvements. The county mayor’s office was involved in securing the funds, but the trails were not paid for with county money. Likewise, bathrooms and playground areas have been donated by private businesses.

Satterfield doesn’t know what will happen to county employees at the park, but he believes that the conservancy is probably the only way to utilize the park to its fullest potential.

“Part of the beauty, in my mind, of the park is that there’s nothing there,” he said. “In the fields, there aren’t any obstructions. You don’t see any buildings. The beauty is in the pastoral nature. I hope they can retain that. It’s nice to be able to come across the Wolf River and boom! Wide open spaces.”


Central Park — Size: 843 acres. Population served: 20 million. Conservancy lease: 8 years, 60-member board. Private funds: $270 million. History: Frederick Law Olmsted’s masterpiece.

Shelby Park — Size: 4,450 acres. Population served: 1 million. Conservancy lease: 100 years, 11-member board. Private funds: $20 million. History: Shelby County Penal Farm in 1929.

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THE OTHER PATTON

Screamin’ and Hollerin’ the Blues

Charley Patton

(Revenant Records)

Charley Patton is the root of Mississippi Delta

blues. He taught Son House (who taught Robert Johnson

and Muddy Waters). He taught Howlin’ Wolf and Pops

Staples. And he has inspired blues players and fans for generations.

Patton’s life is as mysterious as his music is powerful.

He was born in 1887 and died in 1933. He was a songster

in his day, traveling widely and playing in a range of

styles. The blues was then nascent, the elements from which

it would be created swirling about the Delta like a storm

about to form. Patton played them all from the

Scots-Irish reels and jigs to the Hawaiian-style slide guitar. Patton

himself was the tornado that would be called the blues.

I’ve owned several Patton collections, but none has

been as listenable, as sonically accessible, as these. For the

first time, you can hear Patton without the hissing sound

of previous transfers but with the bass-y bottom punch of

a 78. Untrained ears will have little trouble adjusting to

the sound.

Five of the CDs on this massive collection feature

Patton’s music, including false starts, outtakes, and sessions on

which Patton was a sideman. The sixth disc, Charley’s

Orbit, demonstrates the range of his influence, with tracks by

Bukka White, Son House, Ma Rainey, Furry Lewis, Howlin’

Wolf, and several others. It’s a great compilation disc itself;

that each track can be traced to Patton makes it all the

more powerful. Disc seven features four interviews with

people who knew Patton. The Wolf snippet is incredible, and

the H.C. Speir interview is a fascinating oral history.

As important as this collection is musically, it’s also

an astounding feat of packaging. I had as much fun

opening this box set as I’ve had unwrapping any gift since I was

a child. The package is a recreation of an old 10-inch 78

RPM “album” (several 78s packaged together, like oldies at

the thrift stores). Within, there are seven CDs, a paperback

book on Patton by the late John Fahey (founder of the

reissue label behind this treat), a reproduction of liner notes to

a previous Patton reissue, 128 pages of intense liner

notes from national authorities (including the University of

Memphis’ Dr. David Evans), several reproductions of period

advertisements, and more. It’s expensive (about $175),

but for the blues fan who has everything or the designer

who’s seen it all, it’s well worth the cost.

Robert Gordon

Grade: A+

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TRANSLATION: MEMPHIS

Well, it’s happened. If I can be defined as a member of “Generation X,” according to whatever committee in media-definition land proclaims the acceptable parameters of such things, then I have hit the nouveau chic status of having reached my quarter-life crisis.

To be 25, the symbolic quarter in a world of dollars. To have ascended from the coveted demographic of ages 18-24, only to be lumped in with 25-40, or whatever the next one is. Ugh. It’s depressing.

OK, I know. Poor me.

Realistically, age 25 is nothing to be afraid of-it’s a standard number associated with celebration, and even gets to claim the color silver. I like silver.

To be sure, this year’s 25th anniversary extravaganza at Graceland will put observance number 24 to shame, no? Only the best impersonators will be there, the most committed fans will flock to Memphis from far and wide.

But for me, all sorts of questions flood in. Granted, they’re the trite and standard types of life questions one can dissect vicariously on Dawson’s Creek, if that show is still on the air. They’re the where am I in life ponderings. The billowy daytime TV-styled self-analyses. Middle of the night reflections that eat away at normal sleep.

No, not true. Sleep comes way first on my priority list.

Ever since they invented that quarter-life crisis, though, I’ve been awaiting its effects like a nightly news-watching, pop culture journal-reading junkie of modern times.

In celebration of my 25th year as a Gemini (read woman afflicted with multiple personalities if you are so inclined–we get such a bad rap) I’ve had a rather bicoastal month. After my stint back home in Jersey, and then my return to the source, the Mississippi and Memphis, I spent a week out in LA testing my aptitude at Pacific Coast culture, and then came back again. Whew.

Hello jetlag.

In Los Angeles, the city inhabited by angels who don’t look 25 even when they’re 40, I saw people and lives of all kinds.

I walked amidst the fashionably mismatched creatures of Venice Beach who peddled trinkets, psychic advice, booty call incense, acupuncture, natural ecstasy, artwork, and everything in between. One cosmically intuitive salesman offered my friend and I a 50% discount off of all of the crap in his shop because he knew, this Mr. Cleo did, that we were truly in love. Though disappointed when we told him that we weren’t in that kind of love, he said he’d still give us the deal. Now that’s some salesmanship right there.

I also saw a city within the city made of cardboard and desperation, somewhere in central LA. Blocks and blocks of box homes and weatherworn people lined an area outside of the jewelry district.

LA, city of the human landscape, of potentiality and prospects, of self-promotion, self-definition, and chance. Maybe LA is America’s quarter-life crisis in action, with so many ideas bouncing within its oceanfront head about what it might become. There, the people dream that the imagined can be real.

But in a blur, my plane was returning me here, back to Memphis, for the second time this month.

To celebrate my return, and bid goodbye to the first shiny quarter of my life, I went downtown to check out the Sunset Symphony. Shamefully, I’ll admit that I took off to rent some movies before the actual orchestra started, but when it was over I could hear the fireworks ringing like syncopated cannon bursts from my apartment in Midtown.

And my time being 18-24 receded in lights and blazes, to be replaced with this new “adult” state.

Again, poor, poor me.

To be honest, I don’t really feel that I have suddenly grown old. Isn’t it interesting, though, to gauge yourself from time to time against popular culture’s demographical categories? A few weeks ago, I pondered my identity as a Yankee Southerner, and now I do so as a 2nd quarter of lifer, here in Memphis, and ready to go.

If there really is some crisis going on in some hidden pocket of my head, though, then here’s my planned remedy. I’ll take one pill with the memories of my life up North, one full of the hopefulness and will to define the “new” from LA, and I’ll wash it down over a beer as the sun sets over the Mississippi.

I’ll let you know what happens in the morning.

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wednesday, 29

The Andy Grooms Band is at the Young Avenue Deli, and now I must stop all this. As always, I don t care what you do, because I don t even know you, and unless you can get them to leave poor Dionne Warwick and Wynona Ryder

alone, I feel sure that meeting you would make me squirm. Besides, it s time for me to blow this dump. It s only a few hours until NBA draft time as I write this, and I want to see what happens and then figure it out later when Geoff Calkins explains it.

T.S.

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FROM MY SEAT

LOOK AGAIN

Recent developments in the world of sports that caught my eye:

  • Three Canadian teams among the final four Eastern Conference contenders for the Stanley Cup. It’s hockey sacrilege that Winnipeg and Quebec City no longer have NHL clubs, while Phoenix and Denver suit up teams in this sport, a veritable religion north of the U.S. border. Not

    since Vancouver fell to the Rangers in 1994 has a Canadian club reached the Stanley Cup finals. Here’s hoping the Toronto Maple Leafs bounce

    back against the Carolina — long live the Hartford Whalers! — Hurricanes. (By the way, why is Toronto’s team not called the Maple Leaves?)

  • Open mike for whining millionaires. The only reason to pay attention to the recent public comments of Allen Iverson and Ken Griffey Jr. is because of the honesty in their tear-jerking gripes. Forget all the modern sports cliches about how “it’s all about the team.” No, with self-centered superstars like the Answer and Junior, “it’s all about me.” Count the number of championship rings between these two. Losers, both of them.

  • Ironing Tiger. Had to do a double-take when I recently read a sports headline claiming Tiger Woods is “considering” switching his irons to a model manufactured by, surprise, Nike. (You’ve got to be kidding me. Might as well make news of Fred Smith choosing to ship his packages via FedEx.) I know Tiger’s the king of the links these days, but does anyone care which irons he uses in bludgeoning the PGA Tour? (By the way, this is a fundamental problem I have with golf. You don’t read news about Sammy Sosa switching bats to gain more distance, more speed through the strike zone. An athlete’s performance should be about what his body does, not his equipment.)

  • 48 minutes . . . and they all count. The NBA’s conference finals have provided the most riveting playoff basketball since Mr. Jordan started dominating things this time of year in the early Nineties. The Celtics’ epic comeback in Game 3 against New Jersey, then Robert Horry’s buzzer-beating trey to complete the Lakers’ season-saving Game 4 win over Sacramento made for an NBA weekend unlike many we’ve ever seen. It’s been more than two decades since both conference finals went seven games . . . anyone betting against it this year? (And is there a basketball purist anywhere who wouldn’t love to see a Boston L.A. Finals reunion?)

  • Hornets fly the nest. What’s the big deal about yet another professional sports community divorce? Because this will finally rectify a 23-year violation of dignified team-naming laws. When Charlotte’s runaway NBA franchise lands in New Orleans, the Big Easy can seize back its name from Salt Lake City’s thieving hoop powers. The Jazz belong in Utah every bit as much as the Nordiques belong in Denver. The NBA can once again have its New Orleans Jazz, and Salt Lake — home to the Pacific Coast League’s Salt Lake Stingers — will be more than comfortable with their “new” Utah Hornets.

  • Frank delivers for Redbirds. Upon his promotion from Double-A New Haven, Mike Frank picked up three hits and drove in four runs on May 12th, as Memphis split a doubleheader with Calgary. He crushed his first PCL homer two days later. Could it be that the answer to the Redbirds’ hitting prayers all along was a sweet swinging outfielder named Frank? (I’m first in line for his game-worn uniform at season’s end.)

  • Baseball standard in Seattle. As the Mariners again pull away from the American League West, Lou Piniella’s outfit solidfies itself as the best team story in sports. Three greedy future Hall of Famers fly the coop and Seattle merely wins 116 games. If there’s any hope for baseball, any chance the owners and players can come to agree on a longterm future of the sport, the Mariners should be the example used. (And keep this in mind, home run lovers: Seattle won those 116 games without a single player hitting so much as 40 dingers.)

  • The perfect sport? No contract gripes. No finger pointing between coaches and players. No strikes or lockouts. No speaking about yourself in the third person. You gotta love horse racing. Here’s hoping War Emblem can become the first Triple Crown winner in 24 years when he leaves the gate at the Belmont June 8th.

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    NOT CARBON DATED, BUT…

    Although there are those who claim knowledge of Works before and since the Elizabethan/Jacobean age in England, the bold conclusion of this sign would tend to restrict the Author to a somewhat limited time and space, more or less contemporary with Shakespeare. One wonders: was there collaboration? Did they get along? Is this what Nietzsche had in mind?

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    STATE EARNS NATIONAL HERO’S AWARD

    Tennessee’s Emergency Medical Service for Children (EMSC) project has been honored with a 2002 State Achievement Award. EMSC is part of a national initiative designed to reduce child and youth disability and death due to severe illness or injury.

    Tennessee EMSC received the National Hero’s Award in a Dallas meeting of

    representatives of the federally funded program.

    “Emergency care is different for children. Children need different-size

    equipment and they are monitored differently,” says Rhonda Phillippi, executive director of the Children’s Emergency Care Alliance, a nonprofit organization that supports the EMSC mission in the state.

    The presentation coincides with National EMS week, May 19-25, which celebrates 30 years of emergency medical services.

    “We are proud that Tennessee’s EMSC efforts have been recognized with this award,” said Phillippi. “The award is important because only one or two are given each year, and this is only the fifth year that awards have been distributed.”

    Tennessee’s EMSC program began in 1994. Four years later, the state passed legislation to ensure quality emergency pediatric care. As a result, partnerships have been established with the Rural Health Association of Tennessee and the Tennessee Hospital Association to provide grants for education and equipment for 54 of the state’s primarily rural counties.

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    WOULD-BE SUCCESSOR TAYLOR BACKS BRYANT FOR SENATE

    On the very day of the first joint appearance here of all would-be Republican successors to 7th District U.S. Rep. ED Bryant, one of them, Memphis city councilman, Brent Taylor, has made an outright endorsement of Bryant in his GOP primary race for the Senate against former governor Lamar Alexander.

    In a statement released Tuesday, Bryant said, “I’m not just going to compare myself to Ed Bryant, I’m willing to publicly endorse his candidacy. I know [he] can’t make an endorsement in this race, and I wouldn’t ask him to do that. However, I can endorse him.”

    Taylor, who will appear jointly with the other major 7th District Republican candidates before the East Shelby Republican Club at Pickering Community Center Tuesday night, said Bryant had “stood up for our values in Tennessee,” including “lower taxes less government, and a strong national defense.”

    The councilman, who works as a mortuary administrator, said Alexander was “a good man,” but that district residents needed someone “from outside the establishment.”

    Also scheduled to appear at Tuesday night’s Germantown forum were fellow Shelby Countians State Senator Mark Norris and lawyer David Kustoff, and state Senator Marsha Blackburn and lawyer Forrest Shoaf, both of Williamson County..

    Bryant also picked up an endorsement from another key Shelby Countian, State Rep. Tre Hargett od District 97 (Bartlett, Cordova). In a statement Tuesday, Hargett endorsed Bryant as one who “has proven himself in Congress to be a consistent conservative and proven legislator…a man of the people who reflects our Tennessee values… a dedicated, intelligent legislator who has been in the trenches with President Bush….”

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    tuesday, 28

    Fred, Bobby, & Hunky Rusty at the Blue Monkey.