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Go Slow On Iraq

In a campaign visit to Memphis on Monday, Republican senatorial candidate Lamar Alexander expressed concern to a group of Shelby County officials lest the country soon find itself engaged in military action against Iraq without advance assurances of full support from the nation. Alexander’s Democratic opponent, Bob Clement, has expressed similar misgivings.

In late 1990, when George Bush the First proposed to get tough with Iraq to the point of going to war if need be, there was debate in Congress as befitted a proposition that was, after all, debatable, but ultimately everyone — Capitol Hill, the media, the population — fell in line behind Bush. Why? Because not only did the then-president make the case for action consistently and convincingly, but Iraq’s invasion and forcible occupation of oil-rich Kuwait was too evident to be missed.

Moreover, there were parties in the Middle East itself — Saudi Arabia, to name the most conspicuous one — that were as affected as the United States was, and perhaps more so, by the threat that Saddam Hussein’s incursion posed to peace, stability, and the petroleum-based economies of the developed world. Under all those circumstances, the country agreed with its president that it wouldn’t be prudent to let things fester.

More than a decade later, ranking officials in the administration of George Bush the Second are agitating for another war with Iraq — this time a preventive one. And the reasons for it have never been made, shall we say, perfectly clear. Hussein’s forces have staged no military adventure beyond Iraq’s borders, nor, so far as we know, has the dictator threatened one.

To launch a military attack against Iraq without an overt provocation would put us on the wrong side of international justice. For the first time ever, the United States would be acting as the acknowledged aggressor under international law. Various cases have been made by Vice President Cheney and other Bush advisers for such a preemptive strike: What they boil down to is that Iraq is said to be developing “weapons of mass destruction.” Though this term is broad enough to include the various means of biological warfare, it’s basically a euphemism for atomic weaponry. While it is true that if Iraq is striving to arm itself with nuclear devices, which would be an unpleasant — and perhaps even unacceptable — development, it would hardly be a fact unique to Hussein’s regime.

There are already a number of nuclear-capable nations with which the United States has ideological or policy differences. China, a far more awesome threat in the long run, is the most obvious example. Surely the president does not propose that we also threaten war against the Asian monolith.

The problem is more than forensic or legalistic or even moral, however. To move in the present environment would find us acting without the allies we had in 1990-1991. Moreover, in the present post-9/11 climate, action against Iraq would more than likely inflame sentiment in the other Islamic nations of the Middle East. We have been explicitly warned on the point by Saudi Arabia, which was both active ally and staging area for Desert Storm but is more notable these days as the homeland of al Qaeda’s chief leaders and the source of most of its identifiable cadres.

The caution of candidates Clement and Alexander is to be commended — and recommended to the current administration in Washington.

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In Short

From the “So What?” category of contemporary fiction — the question comes from readers, not from practitioners — see After the Quake (Knopf), Haruki Murakami’s new six-story collection. Written in response to the Kobe earthquake of 1995, Murakami sets out to study the effect of that disaster on a cross section of Japanese — an abandoned husband, an aimless twentysomething, a publisher’s underling, a successful pathologist, a hallucinating loan officer, a frustrated author — and ends up with stories that are as flat as can be. Or is that precisely what an earthquake can do to stories as unmemorable as these? The strong strain of mysticism that runs through them only makes matters worse.

No need for mysticism on the part of V.S. Naipaul — just a smart head and a mastery of the written word — and The Writer and the World (Knopf) shows him in possession of both in this major collection of travel pieces from the past 40 years. Sample brilliance: Naipaul’s hundred-page “Argentina and the Ghost of Eva Perón, 1972-1991,” an essay on South American history and a testament to the power of good eyewitness reporting that is as timely today as it was 10 years ago. “New York with Norman Mailer,” Naipaul on Mailer’s run for NYC mayor in the late ’60s (a final wilting of flower power), is, on the other hand, more like ancient history.

More journalism, more truth-telling in the first of Vintage Books’ new anthology series, Best American Crime Writing. Nicholas Pileggi (Wiseguy, Casino) is the guest editor; Otto Penzler of the Mysterious Bookshop in New York and true-crime expert Thomas Cook are the series editors. Sample small-town murder mystery: “The Cheerleaders” by E. Jean Carroll. Sample police-force exposé: “Bad Cops” by Peter J. Boyer. Sample good-guy-as-outcast profile: “The Chicago Crime Commission” by Robert Kurson. Sample court-case drama (and summary of the bestseller Trial By Jury): “Anatomy of a Verdict” by D. Graham Burnett. In short, an excellent anthology to remind you not to throw out your unread back issues of Spin, The New Yorker, Esquire, and The New York Times Magazine, the periodicals that first ran the above articles.

Of local note and/or interest:

Ex-Flyer intern Craig Aaron, currently managing editor of In These Times, has put together Appeal To Reason: 25 Years In These Times (Seven Stories Press), and if you’re not already familiar with this muckraking biweekly, one look at this book’s chapter headings will be clue enough whether you’re for or against its progressive, leftist politics: Chapter 2: “Know Your Enemy: Right-Wing Extremism and the Politics of Our Time”; Chapter 4: “Doing It For Ourselves: Can Feminism Break Through the Class Ceiling?”; Chapter 10: “Color and Criminal Justice: America’s Incarceration Epidemic”; Chapter 13: “Beyond Anti-Capitalism: Notes For a Future Manifesto”; Chapter 17: “Shifting Sands: The Myth of Islam Vs. the West”; and a closing piece by Slavoj Zizek: “Love Thy Neighbor,” which dares to put the screws to easily the emptiest assertion of the past year: “Nothing will be the same after September ll.” The list of articles that Aaron has collected is comprehensive. The overview/updates per chapter are good instruction. And the bylines are courtesy the usual suspects: Terry Southern, Barbara Ehrenreich, Martin Duberman, Noam Chomsky, Edward Said, in addition to the publication’s steadier contributors fighting to keep liberalism, antiglobalism, and near-socialism alive. Example: In These Times‘ founder James Weinstein, whose terms of solution to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict are as humane today as they were when he wrote in 1978.

Without Covers (Purdue University Press), co-edited by Lesha Hurliman (herself a former Flyer intern and currently with Contemporary Media, the Flyer‘s parent company) and Numsiri C. Kunakemakorn, comes with this year’s subtitle of distinction: literary_magazines@the_digital_edge. Which is to say its 18 essays focus on the question and future of the small literary magazine. Does it stay bound but read by a loyal audience, or does it move unbound online to win a wider readership but one with the ESC key one stroke away? The book’s opening essay by R.M. Berry is titled “What Is a Book?,” and if you think that’s a no-brainer, think again, if by “book” we mean our very definition of the word “literature.”

No philosophical issue raised, no political side taken, no crime committed/mystery solved, and no earthquake disaster (yet) but some travel required inside the Insiders’ Guide To Memphis (Globe Pequot Press) by Nicky Robertshaw. One quibble. The newsstand price for Memphis magazine is $3.50, not the $5 Robertshaw writes. Which makes that publication even easier to afford in order to enjoy its fine restaurant reviewer — Nicky Robertshaw.

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Postscript

More Than Mud

To the Editor:

After reading your cover story (“Mudslide Island,” August 22nd issue), I just had to go look and see what all the fuss was about. I went to the bridge and didn’t see much to be concerned about, just a careless mistake by someone untrained in earth-moving. But when I looked from the north side of the bridge, I saw many things to be concerned about.

In the story, mention was made of the possible existence of toxic waste buried under the island. What I saw was an ongoing excavation site that had exposed what appeared to be a line of very dark material. I wonder if anyone who has knowledge of toxic waste has looked at this site? Also, as I walked farther up the bridge, I noticed a corrugated pipe that appeared to be a runoff or storm-drain outlet. Just south of the pipe, I noticed where groundwater runoff had dug a small trench and caused a shift in the riverbank. I wondered, If this small amount of water could cause movement, just how stable is the bank?

I hope that the city intends to send some knowledgeable people to look at these things.

Robert J. Evans

Memphis

Big Ugly Letters

To the Editor:

In response to “Tear Down the Big Uglies” by John Branston (August 15th issue), I have a few suggestions: Yes, I agree, tear them all down! Heck, why renovate anything? No one should have renovated The Peabody, for example, as ugly an eyesore as this city has ever seen. The lobby gives me the creeps. It’s so old! Someone could have put up a nice Holiday Inn in its place. And why on earth did we ever try to save the train station? No one takes the train; normal people drive SUVs. The historic Evergreen district should be bulldozed for Interstate 40 so I can drive to the new Wal-Mart that could be built where the old Sears Crosstown now stands. Forget the previous article in the Flyer about how to attract creative people who can enrich a city (“Talent Magnet,” August 1st issue).

Okay, so maybe my tongue is planted a little too deeply in my cheek. I suggest a middle ground. Instead of imploding buildings, maybe the city could pass a “use it or lose it” law. Give developers a grace period, and if work doesn’t progress, then the city takes possession.

Bill Stegall

Memphis

To the Editor:

In regard to John Branston’s recent column about Memphis needing a few good implosions: As much as it hurts me as a native Memphian to say this, he’s right, and it’s time. It’s past time. The old Baptist Memorial Hospital property downtown should be quickly and mercifully cleared. I was born in that building. My father, an aunt, and I worked there, so there’s history there for me that you could not imagine.

Yet, I say, let’s move on and redevelop the grand old hospital’s site for today’s urgent needs, with a plaque somewhere to commemorate all that the former hospital means to us all. It’s not coming back as we knew it ever again.

James B. Flatter

Memphis

SACRED LINK

To the Editor:

As Molly Ivins indicated in her article (“Out Of Touch,” August 15th issue), working-class and middle-class people in the United States are working harder and earning less. While Ivins says issues such as eroding wages and a woefully inadequate private-pension system are “populist” issues, they are also faith issues.

This Labor Day weekend, speakers will be addressing the sacred link between faith and justice for workers in a dozen Mid-South congregations through the Labor in the Pulpits program, coordinated by the Mid-South Interfaith Network for Economic Justice and the Memphis Labor Council. The national problems pointed to by Ivins are vividly illustrated in Memphis. According to the Economic Policy Institute, Tennessee has the sixth-highest income inequality between the richest and poorest families of any state.

This Labor Day weekend, we must put our faith to work for justice.

Rev. Rebekah Jordan

Mid-South Interfaith Network for Economic Justice

Memphis

White Republicans?

To the Editor:

I enjoyed the recent article about the Talent Magnet project. However, one of the recently published letters commenting on this project gave me pause (Letters, August 8th issue). The writer expressed dissatisfaction with Memphis, because it is a city only for “white Republican men.” Has this joker read any census reports lately? The writer then pulls at our heartstrings by telling how he was made fun of in a local high school (horrors!) for dying his hair and wearing bellbottoms! Surely such a thing could only happen in Memphis!

If you don’t like where you live, by all means, move. Memphis is a great city that would be much better off without such “creative class” whiners.

Tom Holland

Memphis

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TRANSLATION: MEMPHIS

IN MORE THAN ONE SENSE, A BOMB

Well I was wandering the streets Monday night searching for something to entertain you fine folks with and I found it.

Sort of.

Except it wasn’t entertaining, and was a bit scary.

Apparently, sometime in the 8 o’clock hour last night somebody took it upon themselves to call in a bomb threat to the Kinko’s and Blockbuster franchises on Union Avenue in Midtown.

In light of our current socio-political atmosphere, and the recent explosion on Cooper, it was a touch on the chilling/surreal side to meander through.

I’ve spoken a lot about the randomness of the moments that can be encountered on a sojourn through our city. Strange people. Aberrant behavior. But bomb threats? No. Not acceptable.

I remember when I was a kid, in elementary school, it seems as if the throng of youngsters of which I was a part spent an undue amount of time at recess, thanks to someone who enjoyed making prank phone calls. Last night was the first time since then that I resurrected feelings from that period.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I was on my way to the airport last fall during the hour when the first strikes against Afghanistan took place. Instead of benign radio Muzak, I listened to a newscast warning that the airports might go into lockdown. That too, was scary.

Anyhow, as I headed East on Union last night, it was difficult not to notice the fifteen or so squad cars blocking off every entrance to Cat’s/Kinko’s. Ever the curious kitten, I decided to stop at Blockbuster to see if I could find out what was up.

When I walked in, the workers filled me in. A bomb threat. But they reassured me that the dogs had already been through their store so I was free to search for the video that I wasn’t looking for in the first place. I jokingly quipped “OK, well, bye.”

A video store has never felt so ominous. I made a quick circle through the aisles just because. Maybe that makes me an ambulance chaserÉI’m sure my Mom would be mad.

Unfortunately, the aforementioned police officers had the entirety of the complex across the street blocked off, so I was unable to go speak to the people from Kinko’s or Cat’s, who were all sitting out on the sidewalk. A gentleman who was in the process of asking me for money, however, indicated that this wasn’t a first. I haven’t the vaguest idea if that’s true or not.

I’m not certain about the exact nature of the threat, but the authorities were pulling over and searching trucks and vans that passed by. I watched as a FedEx truck was motioned over to the parking lot, and his load was inspected.

If nothing else, I am heartened to see the response on the part of those hired handle such things. Driving past Kinko’s I heard one of their employees intoning the same thought.

Now of course, things like this happen everywhere. And 99% of such threats are really a half-assed attempt of some wayward individual to entertain themselves.

But, really, it’s just not funny.

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CITY BEAT

DESTINATION UNKNOWN

Jim Rout won’t say yet where he’s going, but he’s happy to talk about where he’s been in 30 years of county government.

Rout leaves office at the end of August, having completed two terms as mayor of Shelby County plus stints as a county commissioner and county coroner.

“I don’t anticipate being on the ballot again,” said Rout, who turned 60 in June. He’s headed for a job in the private sector but doesn’t want to disclose his plans until the end of this week. He announced his retirement last year. In an informal meeting with Flyer reporters this spring, he said his „ at that time „prospective new employer was not anyone or anything that would pose a potential conflict to him as mayor.

Rout came to the mayor’s office in 1994 as a commissioner known for happily immersing himself in the details of county government. He has spent most of the last two years, however, dealing with former corporate CEOs Pitt Hyde and Ron Terry on the NBA arena and Shelby Farms.

Friends say the long hours have taken a toll on him, and Rout doesn’t disagree.

“No question, it has been a tougher period,” he said. “When you work as long as we all did on the arena or as long as Ron Terry and I did for almost two years only to see [the Shelby Farms proposal] go down the tubes, sure, it is not as much fun. It’s always more fun when you first start. That’s why you see a lot of entrepreneurs move on after four or five years.”

The failure of the Shelby Farms proposal, which Rout thinks will resurface next year, was the low point of his mayoral career, he said. He blamed “bad timing,” although the proposed $20 million infusion of private money into the park failed to catch fire at the grassroots level, allowing several commissioners to safely change their yeas to nays.

The highlight is no surprise either.

“Less than two years ago, no one would have thought we would have an NBA team, a new arena under construction, and Jerry West living here,” said Rout. Controversy be damned, “you’ve either gotta be big-league or bush-league.”

The enthusiasm of Rout, a Pyramid opponent, for the publicly funded arena has to run a close second to Gov. Don Sundquist’s support of a state income tax when some diehard Republicans talk about betrayals. But where Sundquist foundered, Rout succeeded, with the help of Hyde and Memphis mayor Willie Herenton as well as the commission and city council.

Rout and Herenton had “a little brouhaha” over toy towns in Rout’s first term, but “we’ve gotten in rhythm” in the last few years. Yes, and Memphis has been having a little humidity lately. The conflict highlighted all of the fundamental problems with split government, suburban versus urban interests, and school funding which are still around five years later, despite the efforts of two special committees to resolve them. There was no open warfare, but there was no resolution either. Rout predicts there will be single-source funding for schools within the next two years. You might want to take some of that action if you run into him.

Rout and his family know firsthand the suburban growth that is putting pressure on politicians to come up with something. They moved from Parkway Village and Fox Meadows to the Richwood subdivision in southeast Shelby County 13 years ago when it was still uncrowded, even rural in places. Today, it is surrounded by new schools and homes, and by the end of this year, it is supposed to be annexed by the city of Memphis.

“Sprawl is a fact of life,” he said. “We probably didn’t do as well as we should have to attach appropriate fees or requirements on new development as it applies to schools. This is America, and people are going to live where they want to live. Maybe we need to tweak what we require to do development there.”

Rout won his first election in 1972 (as coroner), but he traces his political involvement to 1967, when he helped organize his Parkway Village neighborhood in opposition to a plan to build 2,400 apartments on a site that would become the Mall of Memphis instead. He sold memberships to the upstart Cottonwood Civic Club for $3 by going door to door. When they needed a president, somebody said, “Jim, you’ve been real active. You run for it.”

In a somewhat similar way, that’s what happened again in 1994 when good old Jim got the nod from the Republicans by a two-to-one margin to run for mayor, then prevailed in a six-candidate free-for-all general election. Democrats got their act together after that and started having primaries themselves. But then Republicans like Rout and Sundquist started occasionally acting like Democrats and supporting new taxes and public subsidies to pro-sports teams, and the lines blurred again. Mayor-elect A C Wharton, a Democrat, comes into office by the same three-to-two margin as Rout did in 1994.

“It’s been good. I’ve had a great run,” Rout said. “I don’t mean it as a reflection on anyone else, but there will never be, at least for a long time, a campaign like 1994, when we were able to win the primary two-to-one and the general 60-40 against six opponents.”

At least not for Shelby County Republicans.

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FROM MY SEAT

BACK ON THE HILL

Finding it hard to root for baseball players these days, what with all the discussion of steroids and strikes? Well, I’ve got a diamond in the rough for you. Andy Benes is a St. Louis Cardinal pitcher with more than 150 wins but with more recent heartache than any opera would dare present. The big righthander — who turned 35 last Tuesday — suffered a career implosion halfway through the 2001 season when he essentially became a batting-practice pitcher . . . for Cardinal opponents. His ERA ballooned to 7.38 and St. Louis manager Tony LaRussa shut him down for the last two months of the season as his club roared toward the playoffs.

Benes appeared to have regained an edge last spring and earned a spot in the St. Louis rotation as the season opened in April. But once the lights were turned on, he reverted to his 2001 form, shelled for 12 earned runs in only 10 innings pitched before announcing his intention to retire (due ostensibly to an arthritic right knee). Benes was a key player in this space several weeks ago as I examined “The Curse of Ol’ Diz,” the inexplicable history of woes and ailments suffered by St. Louis pitchers, from Dizzy Dean to Rick Ankiel. (Ace Matt Morris is on the disabled list now, having strained a hamstring running out a ground ball, for crying out loud.) And that was before June 22nd, when the leader of the Cardinal staff, Darryl Kile, was found dead in a Chicago hotel room. As the fates would so randomly have it, that dark weekend

was almost precisely when Andy Benes found his pitching life.

The day after Kile’s death, Benes took the mound for the Redbirds here in Memphis. With his heart in Chicago — and Kile’s number 57 on his back — Benes pitched four solid innings in sweltering heat against the Tucson Sidewinders. Right after that Sunday afternoon game, Benes drove up I-55 to join his Cardinal teammates in time for Kile’s memorial service at Busch Stadium June 26th. He rejoined the Redbirds for two more starts — including a win over brother Alan and the Iowa Cubs on July 3rd — before finally being promoted to St. Louis when LaRussa and pitching coach Dave Duncan simply ran out of arms.

It should be remembered that there was a time Andy Benes was the lead dog in the Cardinal rotation. He won 18 games for the 1996 division champions, another 10 in ‘97. When contract negotiations exceeded a signing deadline before the 1998 season, Benes was forced out of town. After two years in Arizona, though, he happily re signed with St. Louis, claiming it had felt like home all along. He was the only Cardinal hurler to hold his own in the 2000 National League Championship Series, beating the Mets in Game 3 of a series St. Louis would drop in five games.

Beyond his accomplishments on the mound, Benes is by all accounts one of the truly good guys in professional sports. He’s active in the St. Louis community, an articulate, willing interview, and a guy who never made excuses, even when he was doing a rather nice bobblehead imitation in following the flight of countless gopher balls. Which makes his comeback all the more pleasing to fans soured on the spoiled-rotten culture of Major League Baseball.

Benes opened eyes August 4th, when he held the world-beating Atlanta Braves to one run over seven innings. He won three games over the next three weeks, including seven innings of shutout ball against Pittsburgh the day before his birthday. LaRussa has gone so far as to say the Cardinals would not be a first-place team without one Andrew Charles Benes. And to think four months ago he was being fitted for a gold watch.

Considering Kile’s tragic fate, it’s inappropriate and borderline offensive to speak of Benes as a baseball Lazarus as some scribes have. He has merely found a way to pitch — successfully, and differently — instead of calling it quits. He has put together the biggest singLe-season turnaround in recent Cardinal history, and one would have to presume Darryl Kile is part of his inspiration. Andy Benes is a 6’6”, 245-pound reminder that nice guys don’t finish last after all. They just finish what they started.

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TOWNE’S TOWN

HAIR OF THE DOG (NICE DOG!)

I first heard about one of this city’s best-kept secrets a few years ago. While suffering from a particularly vile hangover and starving, my friends introduced me to it.

I was so charmed and satisfied through my nausea that I’ve been going there since, with or without the hangover. I know this doesn’t sound like the beginning of the rave review that the Wiles-Smith Drugstore deserves, but it’s the truth. And if you go there, just like every other person that walks through the door, you’ll be back.

Located on Union Avenue near Belvedere, the Wiles-Smith drugstore and lunch counter is one of only two privately owned pharmacies in Memphis and the only one with an honest to goodness old-fashioned soda fountain.

Wiles-Smith has been serving up the best and cheapest lunches for 57 years and as the owner tells it, has served over three generations of Memphis families. Its old -fashioned lunch counter and its easy- going attitude never fail to make you feel like you stepped into a time warp. The drugstore has survived two fires and has become nothing less than a Memphis landmark.

At most anytime of the day, you’ll find a good crowd there ranging from ladies from neighboring Central Gardens enjoying coffee and visiting, to groups of good ol’ boy businessmen to loners perusing the papers or a good book.

I usually fall in the latter category and I find it’s the perfect way to soak up the surroundings and loudly slurp up the best milkshakes around without apology. You’ll more than likely encounter some familiar faces when you go -local politicians or media personalities. The owner tells me that it’s even one of Cybil Shepherd’s favorite haunts (but please, don’t let that keep you away.)

It’s no wonder that people are addicted. Where else can you get a Swiss on Rye for $1.90 and anything else on the menu for not much more. Nothing’s more than around $4.00 and you can take your pick from homemade chicken or egg salad to the neon orange pimento cheese we all remember carrying to school.

My favorite is the BLT, the best in town. Superbly mayonnaisy with crunchy, almost burned bacon and crisp iceberg lettuce with ripe, juicy tomatoes on perfectly lightly-toasted white bread. MMM, they are almost as good as the ones my mother made and just as artery-clogging. If you’ve got a real death wish, try the chili dog with slaw.

I just hope you don’t have to go back to work after that one. They serve breakfast too and Saturday mornings are always bustling with regulars and the aroma of fresh coffee. Don’t forget about the best part, the soda fountain. It’s almost impossible to eat there without ordering something from the fountain and I’m telling you, the shakes are even better than the Gridiron’s, and trust me, that’s saying a lot. You can get malts, shakes, or coke floats and in the summertime, two lovely concoctions called freezes in either orange or lime.

If you’re health conscious, they do have salads and a cottage cheese plate, but really, what’s the point? While you wait for your food, which takes about two minutes, you can browse the aisles for some 1970’s hair gel or get your prescription filled There’s just about every cure for any malady you may suffer from available. There’s even a kind of medicinal mini-museum–a little cabinet with all sorts of creams and tonics from the turn of the century.

Don’t forget to check out the particularly menacing stuffed porcupine that stares at you while you pay. And on your way out, you can get your future read for a penny by the scales next to the door. (The scales are a little light so after you eat like a pig you still will weigh less than when you came in!)

The drugstore is perfect place to take out-of -towners for a true taste of Memphis. I go almost every Saturday for BLTs and Strawberry shakes. You can’t beat it for a relaxing lunch and if you’re low on cash, it’s the certainly the best for your money. And if you happen to have a hangover, you can buy some aspirin and a coke float all at the same time. I can’t imagine a better cure.

The Wiles-Smith Drugstore is open from 9 til 5 Monday thru Friday and serves lunch until 4:00. On Saturdays, it’s open til 3.

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CITY BEAT

DELAY OF GAME

It’s almost the opening of the college football season, and that means — what else? — recruiting scandals. Or recycled recruiting scandals to be more specific.

Does anyone remember Albert Means? Means is the overweight, overrated defensive lineman who huffed and puffed his way through part of seven games last season at the University of Memphis before being declared academically ineligible before the start of this season.

His real claim to fame, of course, is being the “recruiting prize” in the Lynn Lang and Milton Kirk auction two years ago that got Lang and Kirk indicted, convinced Means to transfer from Alabama to U of M, and put Alabama booster Logan Young on the hot seat for allegedly paying or agreeing to pay (the accusers are not sure) either $115,000 or $200,000 (the accusers are not sure) to Lang and Kirk or maybe just Lang (the accusers are not sure) to enlist the talents, such as they were, of Means at Alabama.

Follow all that so far?

This was the week, or one of them anyway, that Lang was supposed to go on trial in federal court in Memphis on charges of conspiracy, bribery, and extortion. In June, U.S. District Judge Bernice Donald set a “firm and final date of August 19 for the trial, which had been postponed before.

But there was no trial August 19, and a call to the U.S. Attorney’s office in Memphis yielded the information that it has been postponed until possibly September, but nobody is sure. That would put it in the thick of the first month of football season, making it difficult to assemble all the college coaches on the witness list who are apparently prepared to testify that Lang tried to shake them down. A trial date is to be set on August 22.

The case of Albert Means has now outlasted the career of Albert Means.

It has been a full year since Lang, the former coach at Trezevant High School, was indicted. It has been nearly two years since the Means story broke in a book called Bragging Rights: A Season Inside the SEC, College Football’s Toughest Conference, by University of Tennessee alumnus Richard Ernsberger, Jr. And it has been three years since Ernsberger did his research while Means was still playing for Trezevant.

Young has not been indicted and has consistently stated that he did not pay Lang or Kirk any money. Lang isn’t talking. Kirk made the $200,000 accusation to The Commercial Appeal shortly after the publication of Ernsberger’s book. In his understated way, Kirk called it “modern-day slave trading.” He pled guilty to a conspiracy count but hasn’t been sentenced.

But there is still a lot of interest in the story in the national media and, possibly, in the prosecutor’s office. The standard theory is that the feds are working on a deal with Lang to get him to testify against Young. If so, Lang is one tough nut, or the supporting evidence could be hard to find.

The problem with that theory is that the NCAA has already raked over the case in its investigation of Alabama. And Alabama has done its own investigation. The college gumshoes, who don’t have the resources or powers of the FBI, concluded that Young and Lang were up to no good and put ‘Bama on probation for five years. Young was disassociated by the university and rendered notorious in the media.

This week, the Atlanta Journal Constitution devoted nearly a full page to a rehash of the Means story. Poor Logan Young can’t catch a break. The story describes him as “the son of a man whose father was a friend of Bear Bryant.” Guess they’re talking about his grandpappy. But Young himself was, if nothing else, a friend of Bryant and has the pictures to prove it. The newspaper says Young “agreed to pay Lang $115,000 to ensure that Means signed with Alabama.”

So which is it? Agreeing to pay someone and paying someone are as different as agreeing to kill someone and killing someone. The Commercial Appeal, citing Milton Kirk, says Young paid Lang $200,000, no ifs ands or buts about it. Then there is the Los Angeles Times, which wrote on August 31, 2001, “Alabama booster and Memphis businessman Logan Young has admitted paying them $200,000 for the services of defense lineman Albert Means.”

Young has done no such thing, but some papers can’t be bothered with facts. If Young is telling the truth, the statement is libelous. But Young’s record of following through on libel threats is not good. He publicly threatened to sue University of Tennessee booster Roy Adams after the charges broke in Ernsberger s book but never did.

Ernsberger deftly profiled Adams and Young, but his sourcing was weak for the most serious charges. His key accuser is identified only as “an individual who knows Logan Young (and) knows the Alabama football program.” The source has no first-hand knowledge or evidence of a payoff but says, “Yeah, he’d do it.” Another source is “a Memphis businessman.” And a UT partisan, perhaps?

It looked like the feds were going to clear all this up this week, but then came the news of another postponement. Maybe the FBI has better things to do, such as hunt terrorists or corporate criminals, than chase down slave traders. What the heck, kickoff is a week away, and the publicity about the Means case has as much deterrent effect as any courtroom verdict. Alabama is on probation. Lynn Lang is out of coaching. Albert Means looks like he may be out of football. And Logan Young has already been convicted in the media.

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PICROM SCORES TITLE IN TUNICA

The Mid-South continues providing host sites and venues for the boxing game. On August 17th Greg Pickrom of Houston, Texas 16-5 (13 KO’s) knocked out James Jones 9-4 (7 KO’s) from Meridian, MS. The main event bout was stopped at 2:41 of the second round after Pickrom landed a straight right to the head of Jones. Jones, who traded punches with Pickrom in the first round, fell to the canvas and never regained his legs. In fact, Jones injured his left ankle while falling as a result of the knockout blow delivered by Pickrom. After the fight the newly crowned IBO/USBO Heavyweight boxing champion sat down and discussed his fight and his future plans with the Flyer.

Flyer: Champ, talk to us about the fight. You did the job. Second round. What do you say?

Pickrom: This is what I’ve worked hard for in the gym, and my work paid off.

Flyer: Take us back to the fight, first round and then second round. Did you set him up and finish him off?

Pickrom: Well, he (Jones) was a little awkward, this was the first southpaw that I have fought. The first round I was trying to kind of fill him out and then my timing was off;so I knew I would catch up with him soon, and then that’s what started to happen. He kind of shot himself out a little bit in the first round. I guess he thought he hurt me, he landed a flush punch, but it didn’t phase me. That second round, I came out and was throwing my big shots like I was in the first round and they started landing. I went to the body and that made him stand up. And, as you could see, that straight right hand is what finished him off.

Flyer: You’re coming out of here with a record of 16-5 (13 KO’s);so, what’s in the near future?

Pickrom: I’m going to go back to Houston, Texas, and relax the rest of this week and get back in the gym the following week. This is just a minor goal; our main goal is to become heavyweight championship of the world. And this is one of the many titles. What ever prize fighting puts in front of me I’m going to be ready for.

Flyer: Is there anybody out there in particular you want to fight, or will you just fight whoever

you need to fight?

Pickrom: I’d fight whoever but there is one fight; again that would would be John Ruiz. I believe and feel that he’s the only fighter that has beat me and I’d like to avenge that.

Flyer: How’s the belt? What do you think so far?

Pickrom: It’s a nice belt, it’s going to look good on the shelf.

Flyer: What’s your thoughts on fighting in the Mid-South area? Many people believe the Memphis / Tunica area is the new boxing capital of the new millennium?

Picrom: It’s a nice area to be fighting in. I like the Grand, I’m glad to be a part of this show. They are world class people and I was just glad to be a part of it.

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