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wednesday, 4

If you haven t checked out Wednesday nights at Butler Street Bazaar down on Tennessee Street, it s open from 4:30-9:30 and features a farmers market, live music, and arts and crafts. And there s a New Memphis Hepcats CD-Release Party at Elvis Presley s Memphis tonight. Other than that, you re on your own. As usual, I don t really care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you can explain to me why, if they can make chairs with pneumatic seating features, someone can t make a vodka with no calories or carbohydrates, I am certain I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to blow this dump. I m sure their chair issue has been resolved by this point, but I have to go find out if the school board members have learned their lesson about picking their seats in public.

T.S.

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THE GAMBLER

Give this to Steve Cohen: He knows when to hold up and knows when to fold up. Reluctantly but resignedly, the state senator from Midtown, locked in a struggle with Tennessee Governor Phil Bredesen over the configuration of a state lottery, figured he had to do both late last week.

Having put up the stiffest fight of anybody in this late legislative session — otherwise a virtual lovefest in honor of Bredesen — Cohen came down to the final week of the session still holding forth against gubernatorial dominance of a board of directors for the newly created Tennessee lottery.

Cohen, who pursued the cause of a state lottery for two decades and saw his efforts crowned by last year’s voter referendum, had given in on various points during this year’s debate on how to enact the lottery, but drew a line in the sand on the issue of a board of directors — insisting that, as “a creature of the legislature,” the lottery should be overseen by the General Assembly. Early on this year, he and his co-sponsors in his legislature put forth a plan for a five-member board — two members appointed by the speakers of either legislative chamber and one (count Ôem, 1) named by the governor.

Bredesen, who had just launched a budget-cutting regimen that proved popular on both sides of the aisle, said of that proposal, in essence, that Cohen and the others could fold it five times and put it somewhere dark and shady. Cohen went back to the drawing board and emerged with another plan — for a nine-member board, divided three-three-three. Bredesen said No to that one, too.

Thereafter the arguments went back and forth, and other controversies — notably over the appropriate academic standards required of scholarship beneficiaries of lottery revenues — affected the dialogue. Various plans were proposed, and Bredesen — who, for reasons of his office, possessed more bargaining wherewithal than Cohen, gained ground in the struggle, finally winning over enough of Cohen’s support among key legislators to dictate a board membership favorable to himself.

Some commentators have argued that Cohen, whose verbal wit can morph into vitriol in time of adversity, became part of the problem himself.

Whatever the case, the senator entered what proved to be the session’s last week in a state of virtual isolation. “I did my best to hold on to prerogatives for the House leadership, and they undermined me,” said Cohen of such Democratic leaders in the other chamber as Speaker Jimmy Naifeh and Majority Leader Kim McMillan. Crucial allies like State Rep. Larry Miller — who had earlier held the fort — now sided with Bredesen. He still reckoned Lt. Gov. John Wilder, the Senate speaker, as a supporter, but was disappointed when Wilder passed over such pro-Cohen senators as Jerry Cooper, “my best buddy in the Senate,” in his appointments to a joint House-Senate conference committee.

The bottom line: Cohen was outflanked, former and potential allies having made their peace with gubernatorial dominance of the lottery board-to-be. In return for various trade-offs, including a specified number of appointments for the leadership of either house, they were prepared to accede to Bredesen’s insistence on appointing a majority of board appointees.

However isolated, Cohen still retained enough clout to keep the fight going, if need be, past the consensus end-of-May deadline for adjournment. For his part, Naifeh indicated he was prepared to seek adjournment without a fully established lottery. Consulting with such longtime Memphis confidantes as developer Henry Turley and lawyer Irvin Salky, both of whom advised him to give in “for the sake of the lottery” if he could find a way to do so on his own terms, the Senator arrived upon a way to do just that.

For months, Cohen, whose close relationship with former Governor Don Sundquist, a Republican, had permitted frequent one-on-ones, had sought in vain to hold a private conversation with fellow Democrat Bredesen. Making a last effort, he got one for the early hours of Thursday morning.

The outcome surprised everybody. Cohen now proposed that the chief executive be empowered to make, not a majority, but all of the appointees, subject to ratification by the Senate and House. . He and Bredesen would agree on the number of seven — enough, Cohen said afterward, “to ensure that each of the state’s grand divisions could be represented, with an African American from each grand division.”

With that stroke, Cohen had played his trump card. Due to lose the power struggle anyhow, he had managed to concede fully and graciously — and in the process to

shortcut the remaining prerogatives of the legislative leaders who had failed to back him up. In the end, Cohen’s isolation had served him well. The very fact of the early-morning summit between himself and Bredesen had secured the senator’s legacy as father of the lottery.

Cohen shrugged off some of the invective he had hurled at the governor — including skepticism concerning Bredesen’s integrity. “That was just an effort to get him to the bargaining table,” said Cohen, who declared that he and the governor had arrived at “a new relationship.”

Some of Cohen’s critics, in and out of the legislature, suspected the senator of having angled for perks, including a possible guarantee of future lottery-related employment for himself. Both Bredesen and Cohen made haste to spike such rumors. “I’m not getting anything out of this except the satisfaction of achieving something for the students of Tennessee,” said Cohen.

That, plus the fact that in the final act of the drama he had adroitly changed places with his critics. In the end, it would be him, not them, on the inside of the event looking out. All in all, his twenty-year gamble had paid off.

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THE STRAIGHT STORY

Some of our colleagues in the Memphis media seem to be more interested in the sideshows than the main event when it comes to the story of serial plagiarism at the Tri-State Defender.

On Tuesday, The Commercial Appeal published a front-page story about a former Defender employee, Myron Hudson, being charged with trying to extort $50,000 from the Defender in April. The CA story reinforced the erroneous idea, first put forth by the Tri-State Defender in an editorial, that the Tri-State Defender is an innocent “victim” of a serial plagiarist and, now, an extortion scheme.

That is not the case. The plagiarism was first discovered by a weekly newspaper in California which had a story stolen almost verbatim by the Tri-State Defender under the byline of Larry Reeves. An investigation by the Flyer uncovered several more stolen stories under the bylines of Larry Reeves and Reginold Bundy, whose combined output was nearly 200 stories and commentaries. Our charge of plagiarism, which has not been disputed, was based 100 percent on the evidence of clumsily disguised stories in the Defender that matched up against nearly identical stories published earlier in weekly newspapers across the country. Whatever the facts of the extortion allegation against Hudson, they do nothing to change that.

The owner of the Defender, Tom Picou, and editor Marzie Thomas declined to go over the evidence with us. They contend Larry Reeves is a freelance writer who was not paid for writing more than 140 articles, never came to the office, and whose whereabouts cannot be determined. A former managing editor of the Defender, Virginia Porter, told the Flyer, The Commercial Appeal, and other publications that she believes Tom Picou is Larry Reeves and Reginold Bundy, who was also a serial plagiarist.

Three weeks after the Flyer published two articles about plagiarism at the Defender, Hudson contacted us to corroborate Porter’s claim. We gave him two paragraphs in the middle of a 900-word story about plagiarism at The New York Times.

By no stretch of the imagination was Myron Hudson the whistle-blower in this story, nor does it stand or fall on his credibility, as readers of The CA might think based on the page-one headline “Newspaper accuser arrested.” Television reporter Stephanie Scurlock of WREG-TV Channel 3, The CA‘s media partner, asked us two weeks ago if we were aware that Hudson possibly has a criminal record.

For the record, neither the CA nor Channel 3 had anything to say about fraud at the Tri-State Defender until the Flyer broke the story locally. We offered to provide our evidence, a “road map” to how we found it, or both to The CA, Scurlock, WMC-TV Channel 5, The Chicago Reader (a weekly in Picou’s home town), The Columbia Journalism Review the Association of Alternative News Weeklies, and the Tri-State Defender. Several news organizations have picked up the story, some more accurately than others. We did not check out every story by Larry Reeves or Reginold Bundy and have never said we did. We think that is the Defender‘s job.

In case any of our readers have the same question as Scurlock, the answer is no. This reporter and this newspaper do not do criminal background checks on the people we interview unless there is a compelling reason to do so. We are not aware of any news organizatioin that does. But we do check our sources, and in the current media climate it may be worth saying a little more about that. Hudson, like Porter, spoke on the record with no restrictions. Both produced satisfactory evidence, verified by other employees, that they had indeed worked at the Tri-State Defenderin the jobs they claimed to have held. Porter, the main accuser, supplied additional biographical information about her news career which also checked out.

Most important, of course, was the overwhelming evidence of serial plagiarism and manipulation of stories and the absence of a credible official explanation. Both Porter and Hudson were in positions to know Tom Picou, Larry Reeves and Reginold Bundy. If you believe the Tri-State Defender‘s owner and editor, two unscrupulous serial plagiarists remain at large, possibly ready to strike again at some unsuspecting newspaper. No charge, of course, for the first 200 stories.

As Virginia Porter and others have noted, the victims of the Tri-State Defender‘s fraud were not only the reporters whose work was stolen and the organizations like the Nashville Metro Police Department that were smeared by having crimes and official misconduct transposed to their staffs and jurisdictions. The victims were also the Defender‘s honest employees, its readers, and the Memphis African-American community it serves. “Larry Reeves” and “Reginold Bundy” treated them like gullible dupes unable to distinguish fact from fiction and easily inflamed by outrageous stories and poorly sourced claims.

Memphis deserves better. There is a profitable and important niche for an African-American newspaper. Hopefully, the epidemic of “can-do spirit” that the CA loves to write about will spread to publishing, and a group of Memphians will start one. That’s the real continuing story and the only way to put a happy ending on this sorry saga.

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ASSESSING THE FUTURE

Although the field of candidates is sure to proliferate beyond the two of them, both incumbent Shelby county Assessor Rita Clark and former Assessor Michael Hooks will be on the ballot next year when the office is up for election again..

“I’m running,” Clark made a point of volunteering last week. And Hooks conceded as much for his part. “I’ll be running,” he said, “not against Rita Clark but for the office of assessor.”

Presumably, both Hooks and Clark will be candidates in the 2004 Democratic primary. Three years ago, Hooks was one of two independents opposing Democrat Clark and Tom Leatherwood, then the Republican nominee for assessor and later the winner in a special election for the office of Shelby County Register.

Back then, there were rumors — of the sort that proliferate in any multi-candidate race — that Hooks’ purpose in the race was to divert Democratic votes away from Clark in Leatherwood’s interest. It was, of course, at least as arguable that Hooks, who had held the office before losing it in 1992 to Republican Harold Sterling, harbored legitimate hopes of winning himself, should the vote spread fall just right.

By and large, Hook’s fellow Democrats opted for the former theory and shunned his candidacy — one reason being another set of rumors concerning his unstable emotional condition and reported cocaine use. He had been the principal in a widely reported traffic altercation, which some said was really about a drug deal gone wrong.

Hooks would alter be arrested and charged with possession of drug paraphernalia.

He made what amounted to a public confession of his cocaine habit, took a tearful leave from his role as Shelby County Commissioner, and underwent what was both a highly public and, seemingly, highly successful rehabilitation.

Hooks has long since returned to full and active service on the commission, and no one has seriously questioned his bona fides or recovery. “This time my head is on straight. I just want to prove I can do the best job for the people of Shelby County,” Hooks said last week.

  • Council-Race News: Another well-known member of the Hooks family, Ben Hooks, indicated last week he might enter the political process, but not as a candidate himself. The eminent former jurist, currently president of the National Civil Rights Museum board, said he intended to support the candidacy of Jim Strickland, one of several candidates for the District 5 Memphis city council slot being vacated by two-term incumbent John Vergos.

    That would be the second big-name endorsement picked up by Strickland, who was endorsed by Vergos on the occasion of his formal announcement for the post last Thursday. Other candidates for the seat include State Representative Carol Chumney, veteran pol Joe Cooper, and physician/business George Flinn, last year’s unsuccessful Republican nominee for Shelby County mayor and this year’s GOP endorsee for the council post.

    The local Republican steering committee is conducting pre-endorsement interviews this week with potential candidates in two other council races — for District 1 and Super-District 9, Position 1. Retiring Shelby County school board member Wyatt Bunker is expected to get the party nod against incumbent E.C. Jones in District 1; businessman Scott McCormick is the likely GOP choice against incumbent Pat VanderSchaaf in the super-district race.

  • The Standoff Continues: Meanwhile, Shelby County Democrats continued to play at the game of Hatfield vs. McCoy.

    The faction which won the recent chairmanship race — by a party executive-committee vote of 21-20 for State Representative Kathryn Bowers vs. Gale Jones Carson, the defeated incumbent — staged a unity meeting at the Racquet Club Saturday, ostensibly in honor of both Bowers and Carson, as well as the former and newly elected party executive committees.

    That meeting, formally hosted by 9th District U.S. Rep. Harold Ford Jr. and Shelby County Mayor A C Wharton, was called by emailed invitations toward the end of last week, and the Bowers supporters who organized it acknowledged that it was put together virtually overnight. In a heated exchange of emails with the organizers, Carson contended that she had not informed beforehand of an event which clashed with a Saturday “workshop” she was already committed to.

    Charges and counter-charges flew back and forth

    Carson’s simultaneous meeting on Saturday seems to have involved all or most of the 20 executive committee members who had voted for her and who continue to keep their distance from Bowers and her 21 supporters.

    One of the attendees at the event hosted by Ford and Wharton was Democratic state chairman Randy Button, whose office had just issued an opinion formally validating the results of the local party election, which was under challenge from the losing side.

    If bad feelings persist between the two factions, they could affect the District 5 council race. Though neither Strickland nor Chumney have evinced any personal interest in taking sides, and both attended the Racquet Club event, Strickland has long enjoyed close relations with the faction close to Carson, and Chumney’s candidacy has the active support of some of Bowers’ core group of supporters.

    The party executive-committee meeting at the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers union hall on Madison on Thursday night of this week could end up shedding light on relative degrees of party harmony and disharmony.

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    BAKKE SIGNS ON WITH CHUMNEY’S COUNCIL RACE

    Carol Chumney, one of four major candidates who have announced so far for the District 5 city council seat being vacated by John Vergos, will be working with campaign consultant John Bakke, whose batting average in a variety of major political races has been impressive.

    Bakke, who acknowledged that he had also considered offering his services to another District 5 candidate, Jim Strickland, said Wednesday that he and Chumney shared “too much history” for him not to get involved in her campaign. Chumney’s father, Jim Chumney, is a professor of history at the University of Memphis, where Bakke was for many years a professor in the Department of Communications.

    Bakke will serve as general consultant for Chumney, now a state representative from a Midtown largely overlapping District 5, and will do polling for her. His numerous previous clients, from both major political parties, include former U.S. Representative Harold Ford Sr.; his son and successor, the present 9th District congressman, Harold Ford Jr.; current Shelby County Mayor A C Wharton; former county mayors Bill Morris and Jim Rout; and former Governor Don Sundquist.

    Professing to have “no interest” in the current schism in the Shelby County Democratic Party — one which could conceivably impact the electoral fortunes of both Chumney and fellow Democrat Strickland — Bakke said he was “much more interested” in what he called the “divisive” persona of physician/businessman George Flinn, last year’s Republican nominee for county mayor and this year’s GOP endorsee for the District 5 seat.

    “I’m looking forward to campaigning against Flinn,” said Bakke, recalling what he considered negative campaign tactics in Flinn’s unsuccessful campaign against mayoral winner Wharton, the 2002 Democratic nominee.

    Issues in the campaign would include consolidation and impact fees for development, said Bakke, who considered it “not impossible” that Chumney would employe other consultants and pollsters besides himself.

    The other candidates have begun to employ political consultants, as well. One of those who has joined Flinn’s campaign is Lane Provine, while Strickland is working with consultants Mike Carpenter, Matt Kuhn, and Kevfin Gallagher. Veteran political figure Joe Cooper basically serves as his own consultant.

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    tuesday, 3

    Shut your pieholes and go to The Stax Museum of American Soul Music.

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    ALL ROADS LEAD TO — OTHER ROADS

    In Hollywood, evil geniuses are not content to be modest about their ambitions for global domination. Just as they are about to take over the planet, they explain in great detail, their plan to “RULE THE WORLD!” (this is usually followed by maniacal laughter), just as they prepare to kill off the good guys who are on to them. The good guys manage to use this opportunity to devise some equally ingenious plan to free themselves from a certain grisly death and to deliver the world from the clutches of said evil genius.

    It is unfortunate however, that real life affords no such truth in advertising by its megalomaniacs. If it did, Shelby County citizens might be better prepared to deliver themselves from the clutches of its hometown hegemonists–developers bent on paving every square inch of land that will lie still long enough to be covered over. Regrettably, these villains are much more demure in advertising their aims.

    Recent articles tell the tale of suburban homeowners sick of gridlock, crime, noise and flooding in their neighborhoods. These beleaguered citizens beg for relief in the form of more and wider roads, better police protection, improved zoning and sensible growth plans. Their cries, however will go unheeded until they devise a plan to extricate themselves from the clutches of the developers. Which means electing politicians who will not sell themselves to the highest bidder. And realizing that one cannot escape the problems of one city by moving out of it, creating a new one next door and then building a road between the two.

    My vehicle sports a “Don’t Split Shelby Farms” bumper sticker. My significant other finds my mobile sign more than a bit hypocritical because I a) live just inside the 1-240 loop, b) work in Midtown, and c) hate shopping malls such as Wolfchase Galleria even more than I hate shopping. Therefore, my rare jaunts to points east mean that paving over that great green expanse will offer little utility to me. He, on the other hand, lives in Cordova and refers to the pavement on which he is stuck most mornings as the “Walnut Grove Parking Lot.” He posits that a cow pasture is hardly worth preserving in favor of preserving commuters’ sanity each day. I posit that green space is worth saving because there is so little of it in the average city. And that I have little interest in allowing developers to make Memphis a wave in the ocean of asphalt that will swell from sea to shining sea if we do not control their megalomania.

    Is this merely a case of self-interest being so great that I care nothing for another road because I won’t use it? To some degree, yes. But my objection to another road through another green space has more to do with the knowledge that roads do not alleviate traffic–ever. They only make heretofore inaccessible areas, well, accessible. Ever since the Romans started building roads, we have been on an inexorable path to congestion. And building a road through Shelby Farms, or reconfiguring Germantown Parkway, or widening 1-240 (again) will make no difference. Definitely not in the long run, and probably not even in the short run.

    Skeptical? I’ve got two words for you: Germantown Parkway. Remember how peaceful that once charming road was when it was actually called a road? Would someone who had moved from Memphis fifteen years ago even recognize this place if they were magically set down on it today? More importantly, did this thoroughfare solve any traffic problems? And how long would it take for the promised panacea of a road through Shelby Farms to become obsolete before there were cries to widen it to accommodate more traffic? Before we fire up the road graders, we might want to ask residents of Atlanta (the city which U.S. News & World Report recently named as having the longest commutes in the country) if the roads they are continually building have shortened their time in the car.

    The argument that the “parkway” design would be efficient if it had only been followed misses the point that roads, however they are created, create traffic. Roads encourage people to purchase undeveloped tracts of land and build homes on them. People who build houses like to get to them, requiring that roads be expanded. And sooner or later, the people in these houses want to buy a gallon of milk without having to make certain their gas tanks are full before leaving home, which results in the development of commercial enterprises. If this linear progression were not so, it is unlikely the expression “retail follows rooftops” would ever have been coined. Roads and their byproducts, congestion, crime and landscape changes, are what happens when tens of thousands of people in search of the sylvan suburbs actually find them.

    Before it is assumed that objecting to a road through Shelby Farms is fueled entirely by the apathy of those not affected by it, it would be wise to remember what created the problem: the self-interest of developers. And that one guy’s park today is merely the next guy’s parking lot tomorrow.

    Christopher Lloyd played the archetypal evil genius in Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

    In one of the final scenes, he explains to Bob Hoskins and Company that his plan to eliminate the Los Angeles enclave known as Toontown was spawned by his desire to develop and build a shimmering ribbon of concrete as far as the eye could see. One that would be lined with “motels, restaurants, and tire salons–and not a traffic jam in sight.”

    A road through Shelby Farms will not manage traffic in Cordova anymore than Lloyd’s freeway could control congestion in Los Angeles. More roads mean more people which means more development which means more roads–which means more people.

    Which means if we build them, they will come.

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    FROM MY SEAT

    SOMETHING FUNNY IN THE AIR

    Funny Cide will win the Belmont Stakes this Saturday. Go ahead and call your bookie. Having already taken the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness, this majestic New York gelding — can a gelding be majestic? — will become the first Triple Crown winner since Affirmed a quarter century ago. How can I be so sure? Easy answer: we’re overdue for something breathtaking in the world of sports.

    For three weekends each year — and for a total of less than seven minutes — the Sport of Kings gives us all a chance to cheer for something extraordinary. Over the course of a tightly packaged seven-week stretch of spring, we’re able to cross our fingers as the

    most beautiful athletes in the world show us humans that a desire to win, to be crowned champion, to bask in glory is not solely the instinct of two-legged millionaires. Only 11 horses have captured the Triple Crown (not one of them a gelding, by the way). Funny Cide is the fifth horse in the last seven years to win the first two legs, but this Saturday in New York will be the first since 1978 to complete the Crown. Racing a lung-busting mile-and-a-half on his home course, Funny Cide will win because we cheering fools need something to take our breath away.

    It’s been five years since Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa assaulted Roger Maris’ 37-year-old home run record. That summer of ‘98 certainly passed the breathtaking test. A year later, cancer survivor Lance Armstrong won his first Tour de France . . . breathtaking and then some. But since? Barry Bonds’ 73 home runs of 2001 felt like an anticlimactic affirmation of a surly modern ballplayer’s surpassing greatness. Armstrong’s three ensuing victories in France have — remarkably — taken on a ho-hum quality. The only breath being taken, it seems, is through our collective yawns.

    When Tiger Woods blew away the Masters field for his first major in 1997, you’re darn right it took my breath away. But since that remarkable weekend, the only thing to astonish on the PGA Tour is when the guy loses. In the world of tennis, Serena Williams has become as automatic as Woods. She just bludgeons the rest of the field, one tournament after another. Dominant? Yes . . . and somewhat boring.

    What about team achievements? The mighty Yankees have graciously allowed their run of championships to be interrupted by the Diamondbacks and Angels. I just can’t, however, find the requisite magic in a team named after a serpent or one that plays on the fringe of Los Angeles. Pro football has become so over-hyped that when a Super Bowl champ is finally crowned, the feeling is akin to a blockbuster reality-TV series FINALLY reaching its climax. The New England Patriots’ unlikely championship after the 2001 season just might have achieved breathtaking status, but for the fact the Pats wouldn’t have even reached the Big Game were it not for the biggest football fluke since the Immaculate Reception.

    How about the latest Laker dynasty, you ask? Even if you ignore my L.A. barrier for breathlessness, Shaq and Kobe’s three-year party at the expense of undermanned Eastern Conference pretenders just doesn’t fit the bill. Hockey? Come on. New Jersey, Detroit, and Colorado have traded the Stanley Cup like some kind of secret-society showpiece for the better part of a decade.

    Which brings us back to Funny Cide. Not quite the awe-inspiring name of such Triple Crown winners as Gallant Fox (1930), War Admiral (1937), Citation (1948), or Secretariat (1973). But the kind of name we just might need to embrace during these troubled times. (Don’t you find some irony — at the very least, metaphor — in Funny Cide’s closest competition at the Derby? Empire Maker and Peace Rules.) In a world that has grown far too macho, how wonderful would it be for a gelding to seize the front page, bold type? Thanks to an irreversible decision by his, um, handlers, there will be no breeding stable for this champion once his racing days are done . . . only the tastiest oats and apples, the softest saddles, and regular sponge baths. Bought by a group of six New York race fans a year ago — for a paltry $75,000 — Funny Cide has managed to achieve a status rarely seen in the pampered, privileged world of thoroughbred racing. He’s the people’s champion. Just enough to take our breath away.

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    monday, 2

    Just sit home and contemplate this question, which was the Action News 5 s early morning weather quiz the other day: Before a tornado comes, what should you do with your shed?

    Tuesday, 3

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    RIP……

    Or should we say STP? Last week, The Commercial Appeal ran an obituary announcing the sad departure of Jerry E. Shofner. The funeral was scheduled for Saturday, May 24th, and according to the obit, “Nascar apparel [was his]preferred dress.” Let’s hope ol’ Jer is taking a few laps with Dale Earnhardt on that big ol’ speedway in the sky.