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There s a closing reception tonight at Jay Etkin Gallery for the Color Pencil Society of America s 12th Annual International Exhibition. Today kicks off Elvis Week, with tribute concerts, tours, the candlelight vigil, and many other events the details of which are probably listed elsewhere in this paper. The Fieldstones are at the Blue Worm tonight. Garrison Starr and David Brookings are at the Hi-Tone. And last but certainly not least, today from noon-2 p.m., former Booker T. & the MG s guitarist (as well as current guitarist, composer, writer, and arranger) Steve Cropper will be at the Stax Museum of American Soul Music for Conversations With Steve Cropper, and informal talk with the Stax legend during which he will talk about his tenure at Stax Records, the relationship between Stax and The Beatles (in conjunction with the current photography exhibit The Beatles! Backstage and Behind the Scenes) and whatever else you might want to ask him about.

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BOARD TAKES BACK BENEFITS BOOST FOR TOM JONES

There was a flurry of activity in Shelby County government last week involving Tom Jones, a top aide to three former county mayors who pleaded guilty last year to federal embezzlment charges.

Jones is scheduled to report to a federal correctional institution in Forrest City, Arkansas, this month to begin serving his one-year term. But the latest controversy, which featured the personal intervention of Shelby County Mayor A C Wharton, was over Jones’ retirement benefits and his reinstatement to a county job for three days earlier this year.

The details are complicated, but the bottom line is that Jones was put back on county employment roles for three days in May and, because of that, was in a position to double his retirement benefit from approximately $1,595 a month to $3,090 per month. Wharton apparently became aware of this in the last two weeks and decided that the matter needed to be presented to the Shelby County Retirement Board at its monthly meeting on August 3rd.

Following presentations by Wharton, Chief Administrative Officer John Fowlkes, and board chairman and attorney Susan Callison at the meeting, the board voted 7-1 to rescind Jones’ higher benefits package.

Jones was notified this week that the Retirement Board “has determined that an improper determination was made in the processing of your pension benefit.” He can request an appeal hearing. There is no indication of any deception on his part, and all the rights he invoked are available to county employees. The error appears to be on the part of the Retirement Board.

Fowlkes said Wharton didn’t know what was going on until about a week ago. And it was not until Monday evening that Wharton decided to bring up the issue at the Retirement Board meeting the next morning. Jones’ paperwork was processed by Human Resources Administrator Janet Shipman, and Manager of Retirement Waverly Seward.

“In the mayor’s view, it was not an administrative act,” said Fowlkes. “It was significant enough to require the board to review the facts.”

Jones worked for the county from 1976 until 2002 and was a participant in the county retirement system for nearly 24 years. For most of that time, he was head of public affairs and dealt with reporters and wrote speeches for mayors Roy Nixon, Bill Morris, and Jim Rout. He took on more responsibilities under Morris and Rout and served on numerous boards. He was heavily involved in the planning of the FedEx Forum, among other projects.

In August of 2002, one week before the end of his second term, Rout announced that Jones had been suspended for questions involving his use of county credit cards. Wharton did not reappoint Jones. In 2003, Jones pleaded guilty to federal and state charges of embezzling an amount between $50,000 and $100,000.

In the county pension system, 55 is an important age threshold for a higher pension. Jones was not yet 55 when he was suspended in 2002, but he was over 55 when he was “rehired” this year. Early in his career with county government, Jones held a Civil Service job. Under Civil Service provisions, he applied this year for reinstatement to his Civil Service job, exercising what is known as fallback rights.

Documents show Shipman wrote to Jones that she would “being the process of identifying a position for your return to employment within Shelby County government.”

She also wrote that due to his federal and state convictions, the county would move to suspend him immediately upon his return to employment.

Jones was placed back on the employment roles on May 28, although Fowlkes said he did not report to work or draw any pay. On June 17th, Seward notified him by letter that the Retirement Board “has approved your application for service retirement benefits” of $3,090 per month, less deductions for insurance.

On Monday, Wharton received a four-page letter from attorney Susan Callison regarding Jones’ status in the retirement system and whether a change in his status should have been submitted to the board for a vote. It isn’t clear when Wharton asked for the legal opinion.

“It is my opinion that Mr. Jones’ pension should have been calculated based upon the type of pension that the Board approved for him– the deferred vested pension, and that, therefore, an error was made and should be corrected,” Callison wrote.

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FOUR WINNERS


Assessor Rita Clark, here flanked by Shelby County Mayor A C Wharton (l) and husband Robin Clark, gathers a crowd for a post-election photo to celebrate her re-election to a third term.


Sheriff Mark Luttrell (l) congratulates Chris Turner, reelected to a third term as General Sessions clerk.


Chancellor Arnold Goldin (l), winner of a special election to retain office, is congratulated by his brother, Barry Goldin.


Newly nominated as the Republican candidate for state representative in District 83, Brian Kelsey takes a call from one of his defeated opponents.

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Big Night in Hoonah

Hoonah, Alaska, is not where you’d expect drama. It’s a typical Alaskan fishing village: mountains and forests and water, a few houses and boats along one paved road. It was a one-bar town, and after three days at sea, that’s all we cared about.

We came in late, and the only thing of interest we saw was the M/V Whale coming out of port. We’d been following her since Seattle, and as we passed starboard-to-starboard on flat-calm water, our skipper teased theirs on the radio, saying if it wasn’t for all the halibut we caught, we would have caught them a long time ago.

We tied up at the dock and hadn’t even changed clothes for town when our engineer came into the galley, opened the engine room door, and said, “I’m gonna hand you a pump and some hoses, and you’re gonna put them on the stern.”

“You feelin’ okay?” I asked. “That was a whole sentence without cussing!”

“We got an emergency call,” he said. “The Whale is sinking.”

Sinking? It hadn’t been 10 minutes since we talked to those guys, and the water was so flat you could skip rocks on it. But when you hear a boat is sinking, you don’t stop to think. We got the pump out and then gathered around the radio. Our skipper said something about a rock, then I heard the Whale‘s skipper on the radio, the same voice I heard laughing just a few minutes ago.

“Uh, Coast Guard Juneau,” he was saying, “we’ve got water up to the main deck.”

“Have you left the vessel?” came the response.

“We are preparing to do so,” he said.

“I just need to confirm,” Coast Guard said, “that the engine room is full of water.”

“That’s correct,” Duke said. “Took about seven minutes”

That threw a hush over our boat. The Whale is 75 feet long with an engine room seven feet tall — a pretty big place to fill with water in seven minutes. The Whale was actually going to sink. Disappear from the surface and go to the bottom.

Within a few minutes we were less than a mile from her, all looking into the darkness to try to find her. She was upright but looked like somebody had cut off the bottom six feet or so. We could see the house, some of the cargo on the deck, and the bow. It was a calm, beautiful night — not what I thought a shipwreck would be like.

The crew was in their skiff, four orange survival suits in a silver boat, emergency light flashing in the bow. They threw us a line and started handing things over: a pair of shoes, a leather cowboy hat, and a briefcase. That was it.

They shuffled into the galley, and I made them coffee. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for one of them. Flailing around for conversation, I said to one of them, “I always wondered if I had five minutes to get off a boat what would I take with me.” He looked around at his sock-footed companions and said, “Well, this is it.”

We got them back to the dock, then headed back out to the Whale. We figured we’d drop anchor next to her and watch her for the night, mark the exact spot where she went down.

We anchored up about 100 feet away from her, and it was quite a sight. The water was over the rail around the main deck, but the boat seemed perfectly stable. She was a dark, ghostlike thing sitting there in the water. No wind, no sound, nothing. We got closer, and we could see that some of the cargo on the deck was under water as well. It was like the ocean had half-swallowed the boat but couldn’t take any more.

We were getting closer to the Whale all the time, but we figured we were swinging on our anchor. But then our skipper said we weren’t swinging at all — the Whale was turning towards us. The tide had come up enough that she had cut loose from the rock and was floating free. “I think she’s gonna come over here and join us,” he said. And by George, she did. She came right over and put her bow on our starboard stern and left it there, like she had gotten lonely out there in the dark and wanted to be with another boat.

“Well, let’s see if we can get a line on her and tow her in,” he said. “We’ll be the heroes of the night!”

Incredibly enough, it was as simple as that. Joe got a two-inch thick line, Albert jumped on the Whale and threw the line over her anchor, we tied the other end off to our center bit, and off we went. The heroes of the night, I suppose.

Joe, Albert, and I stood on the stern and talked about how much money we had saved the company, between the boat and all the stuff on it, and how the guys in the crew would be able to get all their stuff back, and how the poor old boat would have wound up drifting off to who knows where and scattering itself onto some rocks had we not been in the area to get her. We felt mighty good about ourselves.

I was just starting to settle down when I noticed a weird light in the sky, right above the darkened Whale behind us. It was like somebody was shining a huge light from one end of sky to the other, only it didn’t go all the way across. As I watched it, I saw shapes form in it, like hanging curtains. The little curtains appeared and disappeared a few times over, looking like holograms in the sky.

My first shipwreck and the Northern Lights, on my only night in Hoonah.

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EP In Style

Elvis Presley:

The Man. The Life. The Style.

By Pamela Clarke Keogh

Atria Books/Simon & Schuster,

268 pp., $35

In the words of Diana Vreeland, Vogue editor and arbiter of high style in the 1960s: “Give me anything. Just don’t bore me!”

It’s a quote that crops up in Pamela Clarke Keogh’s new biography, Elvis Presley: The Man. The Life. The Style., but it does so in a paragraph devoted to Elvis’ girlfriend and future wife, Priscilla. According to Keogh, Priscilla was 18 and fresh out of Immaculate Conception High School when, in 1964, her “inner Elizabeth Taylor” went into overdrive.

There’s no telling what Vreeland made of Priscilla’s look back then. (If it’s on record, it’s not in this book.) But bored Vreeland couldn’t have been by the two pairs of false eyelashes Priscilla sometimes wore, her jet-black eyebrows penciled to match and her hair back-combed to “Brobdingagian proportions.” “The big boomba” is what Patti Parry called her friend Priscilla’s hairdo, and Parry should know, because she was in on the big tease. “Make it bigger” is what Priscilla kept telling Parry. “It’s too big” is what Elvis told Priscilla when he saw it, which brought Priscilla to tears with Parry to blame. Who did Parry have to blame? Nobody. According to Keogh, “Eventually, Patti tired of the hair imbroglio and decided to let Cilla fix her own damn hair.”

No one, however, told Elvis Presley what to do with his hair (save one time: the U.S. Army), because no one knew better than Elvis that, in addition to talent, style makes the man. In the early 1950s, that instinct for style had already made the teenager — Elvis’ hair: whipped into shape with an amalgam of three brands of grease; the shirts he’d sometimes wear to Humes High: lace. As Keogh writes, “Elvis had no damn interest in any Ivy League look.”

Bernard Lansky, of Lansky Bros. on Beale, knew that appearance counts too when Elvis, age 18, walked into the store, “shy beyond belief” but inspired by the truckers he’d seen barreling down Highway 78 and the big-screen gunslingers he’d watched in Memphis’ downtown theaters. That look was about to be replaced, with Lansky’s help, by pegged, no-back-pocket pants or maybe “a raw silk number with an ivory button blouson cuff.” But that look would change too — from “Hillbilly Cat” (mid-’50s) to “Euro Elvis” (late ’50s) to “Rat Pack Elvis” (early ’60s) to leather-suited Elvis (1968) to jumpsuited Elvis (’70 and beyond). You know the looks.

But maybe you don’t know that Elvis’ inseam was 31 inches. That a pair of women’s opera gloves was the inspiration for Bill Belew’s leather duds for Elvis in the ’68 “Comeback” special. That Graceland’s first interior decorator, George Golden, was a former Lipton ice-tea salesman. That Graceland’s Jungle Room is “unerring in the overall cohesiveness of its design.” That, by the mid-’70s, Elvis kept more than 80 pairs of size-12 shoes “with nary a lace-up in site.” That Elvis didn’t wear Creed’s Green Irish Tweed scent but, according to Joe Esposito, he did wear Brut. That only 5 percent of Elvis memorabilia can be displayed to the public at any one time — stuff that includes his sixth-grade report card, his favorite Yahtzee set, a box of Crayola crayons, and some oxygen tanks. That Richard Nixon favored cottage cheese and ketchup for lunch and that Diana Vreeland (her again) daily dined on a peanut-butter-and-marmalade sandwich, a shot of scotch, and a pack of Pall Malls. That Elvis’ peanut-butter-and-banana-sandwich fixation is largely a myth. (“He didn’t eat that many,” Esposito clarifies for us here.) That Elvis liked his meat burned to just this side of smithereens is no lie, however. “I like it well done,” Elvis once said. “I ain’t ordering a pet.”

Keogh’s coverage of Elvis’ career may not be groundbreaking, but she’s had the endorsement of Elvis Presley Enterprises, which makes it a first for a full-length biography of the man. She’s had access to unpublished photographs and reprints them here. She knows her stuff when it comes to style, having writing on Audrey Hepburn in Audrey Style and Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis in Jackie Style. And she can get absolutely ga-ga over Elvis, be it early, middle, or late in his career.

This month, for her part, Priscilla Presley (plus daughter, plus granddaughter) gets the cover of Vogue.

Pamela Clarke Keogh signs Elvis Presley: The Man. The Life. The Style. at Davis-Kidd Booksellers on Tuesday, August 10th, at 6 p.m.

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Many are mystified as to why the recently concluded Democratic convention in Boston did not give the party’s nominee, John Kerry, the customary postconvention “bounce” that newly crowned presidential prospects normally get from such conclaves.

Despite the fact that Kerry, whose platform style normally ranges from the dreary to the merely ordinary, gave a fairly spirited oration at last Thursday night’s concluding convention session, the polls taken afterward show that the Massachusetts senator has dropped, not risen, in the polls vis-à-vis his Republican opponent, President Bush.

Pundits everywhere are asking themselves, What doth this mean? And so far no one has a satisfactory answer. Unless …

Unless skeptics like ourselves were right all along in suggesting that more trouble was ahead if Democrats repeated the cautious electoral tactics of their congressional races in 2002 — a year which saw the party lose seats in the House and surrender control of the Senate to Republicans, defying the normal off-year pattern.

Although here and there, Kerry, his running-mate John Edwards, and other notable Democrats uttered some trenchant criticism of the Bush administration last week, it is no secret that convention speakers were advised by party officials and spokespersons for the Kerry campaign to soft-pedal their dispraise. Such advice was carried out to the point sometimes that a visiting Martian political scientist might have been perplexed as to just whom the party orators were finding fault with in their warnings about the current national course and in their urgent proposals for change. The names Bush, Cheney, Ashcroft, and Rumsfeld almost never passed the lips of speakers at the podium — not even to mention such lesser potential foils as Perle and Wolfowitz, those industrious under-the-radar neocons whom many assign a significant role in engineering the nation’s military involvement in Iraq.

Insofar as the Iraq quagmire got referred to at all, it was usually in connection with purported failings in the nation’s intelligence apparatus. The nation’s spies, not their masters in the executive branch, have been asked to take the rap for Iraq. That’s the bottom line. Never mind the abundant evidence — supplied by former counter-terrorism chief Richard Clarke, among others — that the administration applied considerable pressure on the intelligence agencies to find “evidence” of nonexistent WMD and of illusory collusion between Saddam Hussein and al-Qaeda. Democrats on the 9/11 Commission said to put such evidence in; Republicans said to leave it out. In the interests of harmony, the Democrats graciously acceded to the GOP.

That seems to be the rule in today’s national politics. It was certainly the pattern in 2002, when Democrats tried so hard to adapt themselves to Republican economic and military policies. It is an irony but no accident that Kerry and Edwards both voted in 2002 for the congressional resolution giving President Bush a blank check for his Iraq venture. Both also voted for parts of the president’s economic package — even though the growing deficit and the fiscal insecurities resulting from it have become significant national agonies.

Once upon a time, Democratic maverick Howard Dean was chastised for hollering out loud about such circumstances. Last week, he and every other Democrat who spoke to the nation minded their Ps and Qs. All but one — erstwhile demagogue Al Sharpton, a third-tier pretender to the presidency this year. That only Sharpton dared to toss aside his assigned script and improvise some honest critical commentary is a telling commentary on the Democratic establishment’s enduring timidity in election year 2004.

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(PHOTOS BY JACKSON BAKER)
Elisabeth Edwards and Teresa Kerry join their husbands on stage at convention’s end.

It was the last night of the 2004 Democratic National Convention in Boston, and people were squeezed in all over the FleetCenter, a smallish arena designed, it would seem, for basketball and modestly sized rock concerts — not for conclaves of political junkies pouring in from the 50 states. One result of that fact, along with the heightened security consciousness of this post-9/11 era, was that credentials were harder to come by, and far fewer in variety, than at previous political conventions.

Delegates had to be taken care of, of course, as did reporters, who far outnumbered the delegates, despite the unlikelihood of any real news breaking in an affair that was both tightly scripted and monitored by party officials for rhetorical excess. (Read: direct attacks on President George W. Bush.) But some alternates had to be stashed away in the nosebleed seats. And anyone who was remotely unofficial had to work extra hard to hustle a pass.

In delegations like Tennessee’s, party chairman Randy Button strained to provide credentials for home-state drop-ins, delegates’ family members, and VIPs, as did such artful-dodger types as David Upton, John Freeman, and Jerry Fanion, whose foraging skills were developed as cadres of Memphis’ Ford political organization.

On the outside of the chain-link fences sectioning off the heavily guarded entranceways to the arena, the credential-seekers could always be found, bearing their pitiful scalper-like signs (“Extra Credentials?” “I Need Tickets!”) and hanging in there elbow-to-elbow with the frothing-at-the-mouth screechers who were hawking their support for (or opposition to) the war in Iraq, their support for (or opposition to) abortion, and their allegiance to various causes good and bad. Or to cranks like Lyndon Larouche — whose adherents passed out two substantial-looking documents: one titled “A Real Democratic Platform for November 2004;” the other, “Children of Satan III: The Sexual Congress for Cultural Fascism.” (Don’t ask.)

Considering that uniformed law-enforcement officers from all over Massachusetts and various other states were massed at every strategic point, along with obvious plainclothes types and feds, and that SWAT teams with rifles patrolled the roofs, there was a serious disjunction between all this fear, loathing, and ceremony on the one hand and the rather tepid doings that actually went on inside the FleetCenter on the other.


Sharpshooters patrolled the rooftops overlooking approaches to the convention hall.

But anyhow, there was this overweight (and overwrought) bag-lady type who had somehow contrived to get into the arena, way up in the upper deck, and she commenced to fume and snort big-time as the students and yuppies and tourists and other upper-tier denizens passed back and forth in front of her, blocking her view of the platform below. She could, with some serious squinting and craning of the neck, actually see the backs of the heads of the speakers, who on this final night would include Delaware senator Joe Biden, General Wesley Clark, and, of course, the Big Kahuna himself, Massachusetts senator John Kerry, this year’s Democratic presidential nominee.

“Sit down!” the woman kept yelling. “Either sit down or come up here and take my seat and I’ll take yours! I’ve been trying to get to a convention since I was 10 years old.”

By the looks of her, that would have been sometime in the middle of the last century, back when smoke-filled rooms still existed and conventions were real deliberative affairs, replete with surprise and contention and controversy. Such had long since ceased to be the case — never more so than in Boston in 2004. The party’s nomination had been sealed months ago by a series of primary victories by Kerry, who entered the convention in a neck-and-neck race with Bush, a fact that had somehow persuaded party officials to pursue a policy of caution, led by national Democratic chairman Terry McAuliffe, who evidently feared rocking a boat that was somehow still in the water.

Hence, the president was almost never mentioned by name, and criticisms of the Bush incumbency and his policies were generally couched in euphemistic phrases. (See sidebar on following page for some of what was said from the floor.)

And what do the Democrats get for all that making nice? According to Adam Nagourney and Robin Tower, writing in The New York Times after the convention was over, Bush’s campaign team “plans to use the normally sleepy month of August for a vigorous drive to undercut John Kerry” and will take advantage of the Republican convention that begins late this month to “feature Kerry as an object of humor and calculated derision.”

Shades of 2002, when congressional Democrats’ Bush-lite rhetoric and timid distinctions were no defense against the GOP’s programmed and highly personal onslaughts. It was like WWF thespians trying to simulate wrestling moves against real-deal Roman gladiators, a self-inflicted mismatch that would cost poor Dick Gephardt of Missouri his chance of being Speaker (and make his forlorn race for the presidency something of a consolation prize) and would end up surrendering control of the Senate to the Republicans.

Max Cleland of Georgia, the Vietnam vet and triple amputee who lost his Senate seat to Republican Saxby Chambliss in 2002 after a barrage of last-minute mailouts and TV ads questioned, of all things, his patriotism, said in Memphis last month that he didn’t blame Chambliss for those tactics. Instead, he blamed Tennessee’s own Bill Frist, Senate majority leader, whom he held responsible for funneling $700,000 into the 11th-hour media campaign against him.

Ironically, Cleland, who for Tennessee Democrats has been somewhat ubiquitous this year, turning up at party dinners all over the state, would have a pivotal role too at the Boston convention. The former senator’s introduction of Kerry to the crowd in the arena and to the national viewing audience provided one more tie to the bona fide military experience possessed by former naval lieutenant Kerry, a Vietnam veteran and owner of medals for valor and three Purple Hearts.

Kerry’s opening sentence, “My name is John Kerry, and I’m reporting for duty,” was a neat reminder of the mysteries that still remain about former Lieutenant George Bush’s service — or the lack of it — at an Alabama Air National Guard base in 1972.

And Kerry, who surrounded himself on stage with his swift-boat Vietnam buddies, as he had during the climactic phase of his surprise Iowa primary win in January, was clearly hoping to reprise the aura of that victory. Departing somewhat from the caution of the week, he even suggested that President Bush might have consciously misled the nation into an unnecessary war.

One of the second-tier talking heads on the GOP-leaning Fox News Network hastily weighed in Thursday night with some predictably skeptical (and partially accurate) criticism of Kerry’s acceptance-speech delivery as having been “rushed,” but what that meant in effect was that applause gathered so quickly and deafeningly as to drown out a number of his lines. The fact is, Kerry did what so many prognosticators said he had to do — make what was arguably the best speech of his life. In the arena itself, where distant perspectives rendered him lanky and Lincoln-like and the overhead JumboTron magnified his presence, he was smooth, authoritative, and disarmingly cocky — not the Droopy-the-dog face of home-screen close-ups. “Presidential” was the term of choice

And yet the polls would not show the usual post-convention bounce. Even Michael Dukakis, the previous Democratic nominee from Massachusetts, who got tagged with the “L” word and Willie Horton in 1988 and lost all but a handful of states to George H.W. Bush, the same Michael Dukakis who has gotten minimal recognition from Democratic conventions since, even this year in his home town of Boston, yes, that Michael Dukakis, whose acceptance speech was a relatively drab affair focused on the uninspiring notion of “competence,” got a post-convention bounce, a full 18 percent’s worth!

By contrast, all of the major polls this time around would show Kerry’s position more or less unchanged vis-Ö-vis George W. Bush, either a few points ahead or a few points behind, with the usual margin of error of plus-or-minus 4 percent. One post-convention sampling, taken by USA Today/CNN/Gallup, even showed Kerry dropping further behind.

This didn’t necessarily spell disaster for Kerry and the Democrats. After all, Bush’s Republicans, who had the chutzpah this year to schedule their own convention in New York City within a few days of the 9/11 anniversary, could come a cropper in that staunchly Democratic haven. And there are always the debates, in which a superbly prepared and confident Kerry might eviscerate some bumbling cartoon version of Bush straight out of Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11. Right, the debates — the same debates in which Tennessee’s own Al Gore, a well-schooled vice president of incontestable smarts, managed to come off as three different kinds of goofy in as many debates against Bush, then an underdog challenger, in 2000.


Tennessee casts its votes for — guess who? — John Kerry.

Gore would get his props in the 2004 convention, first as one of the opening night’s speaking triumvirate of Gore/Carter/Clinton (a quadrumvirate, if you count New York senator Hillary Clinton, who gave a longish speech in introducing her husband). The former vice president was well received, even though (or perhaps because), like the others on Monday night, he took some of the edge off his criticism of the president, which, for Gore had been unusually heated for most of the current election year. The circuitous phrases he served the convention delegates were, by comparison, so much antipasto.

On the morning after his convention speech, Gore was the principal speaker at the Tennessee delegation’s morning breakfast at the Cambridge Marriott. He was properly eloquent and exhortatory, and he and wife Tipper even gave a brief reenactment of the famous kiss with which the couple graced Gore’s acceptance-speech platform in Los Angeles in 2000. Lots of embraces and handshakes all around. Soon enough, they were gone, however — not to be seen again among their fellow Tennesseans for the duration of the convention. It was very much like the way Gore materialized in his home state during the years of his vice presidency — more motorcade than moment.

Other Tennesseans had their 15 minutes’ worth with the delegation, with the convention at large, or with both.

One shining light was 8th District congressman John Tanner, who made a brief speech from the convention podium and addressed the delegation at a Tuesday breakfast on what he acknowledged were potentially wonkish aspects of diplomacy, stem-cell research, and national finance. A bonus to the delegation was Tanner’s take on the encounter with filmmaker Moore memorialized in Fahrenheit 9/11. As the drawling West Tennessee congressman told his fellow Tennesseans, he didn’t have a clue who Moore was when he was approached, didn’t notice the cameras, and meant to politely brush the disheveled-looking interloper off with an “I’ll-get-back-to-you” response.

Then there was Jim Sasser, the former senator and ambassador to China, who ventured a serious and systematic critique of the war in Iraq to the Tennessee delegates on the convention’s final morning — a speech that exceeded in gravity and specificity anything said from the podium. And about U.S. Representative Harold Ford of Memphis, need you ask? Though he was assigned a podium time of 4 p.m. EST on Wednesday (an unseemly fate for a national co-chair of the Kerry campaign) and though much attention of the sort he is used to was showered on Illinois senatorial candidate Barack Obama, another youngish African-American star and this year’s keynoter, Ford held his own media-wise, and he made what was, in effect, the welcoming speech to the Tennessee delegation Monday morning. (See Politics, page 10, for more on this and other news involving conventioneers from Tennessee.)

As is well known, Gore’s loss of home-state Tennessee in effect deprived him and the Democrats of the presidency in 2000. Ever since, it has been assumed in some quarters that Tennessee, which for most of the last decade was dominated by the GOP at every governmental level except the state legislature, was an ipso facto Republican state.

Not so, said Governor Phil Bredesen, one of two Democrats (the other is U.S. Representative Lincoln Davis) to succeed a Republican office-holder in state voting in recent years. Setting out to “dispel a couple of myths” during a luncheon address to his fellow Tennesseans at the John F. Kennedy Library and Museum last Thursday, Bredesen said, “The first myth is that Tennessee is really not a battleground state. I think this week has really helped to put some of that to rest.”

Noting that President Bush has been to Tennessee “five times” this year, the governor said, “I’d like to think that has to do with the wonderful work of our tourism department, but I suspect there are other reasons. And I think nothing speaks so eloquently to the fact that this is a state that is and can be in play if we play our cards right. We really are a two-party state, and I think it behooves us to remember that.”

Two other “myths” were that vice-presidential choices don’t really matter (Bredesen insisted that North Carolina senator John Edwards, Kerry’s vice-presidential running mate, “will make a difference”) and that “people are voting against George Bush and not for John Kerry.” He said he thought Kerry was “beginning to define himself to the public” and would do so successfully in Tennessee.

All that might be considered wishful thinking, except that similar sentiments had been expressed only the day before at another delegation lunch at Boston’s Harvard Club by Paul Rivera, who was billed as a senior political adviser to the Kerry campaign.

Rivera not only put Tennessee on the A-list in his remarks, he amplified on breaking news that Tennessee Democrats had already heard: that Edwards would be traveling the state in the next 10 days. “We think Tennessee can be won,” said Rivera, all too mindful, like his listeners, of Gore’s loss of the state in 2000 and the attendant consequences. The difference this year, one that Edwards’ presence on the ticket might amplify, was, in effect, that some of Bush’s voters of four years ago are now suffering a case of buyer’s remorse.

How much in the way of resources, then, will the campaign put into the state? That’s the rub. Rivera wasn’t sure. The apportionment hasn’t happened yet, and at least one knowledgeable political observer is skeptical. Former U.S. representative Bob Clement of Nashville remembers being promised considerably more by the national Democratic campaign committee in 2002 than he ended up getting for his losing U.S. Senate race against Republican Lamar Alexander.

“Tennessee’s not a priority state yet, and it won’t be until they turn loose enough money to do it right,” insisted Clement after listening to Rivera. How much is enough? The ex-congressman, a political spectator this year at the convention and elsewhere, thought a figure in the neighborhood of $3 million would be about right.

Then there’s the considered opinion of former Governor Ned Ray McWherter, who reflected on Gore’s experience in the state four years ago. “They had Al beat the morning the polls opened,” said McWherter, noting that Tennessee Republicans had borne down heavily on the gun issue and worked hard on their early voting effort.

Informed by Memphis lawyer David Cocke that the Kerry-Edwards ticket stood a good chance of winning Shelby County by 50,000 votes or so, McWherter delivered the rest of the formula for success in Tennessee in 2004.

“They need to spend a million dollars on TV, work the country music stations, country radio, get out the early voting, and get after the swing vote late. Go after the voters where Levi Strauss and all those other shutdown plants are,” he said. “That’ll do it.”

McWherter is 78 now, and, though he still looks stout, the two-term former governor allowed as how last week’s Democratic convention in Boston would probably be his last. The first was the riotous affair in Chicago in 1968, when feeling against the Vietnam War was at its peak and demonstrators and police battled daily in the streets. “I got there the first day and was staying at the Blackstone Hotel and I heard all that racket down there. I turned around the next day and took the train and went home.” Hubert Humphrey was the nominee that year, the first in a series of notable losers.

“Who was next?” the former governor tried to recall.

“That was McGovern,” prompted Cocke.

“That was disaster!” responded McWherter.

The rest of that history goes this way: After Jimmy Carter’s narrow win in 1976, the party returned to hard luck, through Carter’s second try and failed runs by Walter Mondale and Michael Dukakis, before Bill Clinton’s breakthrough victories in 1992 and 1996. Then a reversion to type with the Gore loss four years ago.

Will this year be different for the Democrats? It remains to be seen, both for the state and for the nation. But as the polls and the pols and the pundits all seem to be saying after the first major-party convention of 2004, there is precious little margin for error.

SCENES FROM BOSTON


Former vice president Al Gore greets Memphian Fred Johnson


The ubiquitous Jesse Jackson works the crowd.


Former governor Ned McWherter and state Senator Steve Cohen swap war stories.

They Said It:

Quotes from the Democratic National Convention

Former Vice President Al Gore: “I didn’t come here tonight to talk about the past. After all, I don’t want you to think I lie awake at night counting and recounting sheep. … Let’s make sure that this time every vote is counted. Let’s make sure not only that the Supreme Court does not pick the next president, but also that this president is not the one who picks the next Supreme Court.”

Former President Jimmy Carter: “What a difference these few months of extremism have made! The United States has alienated its allies, dismayed its friends, and inadvertently gratified its enemies by proclaiming a confused and disturbing strategy of ‘preemptive’ war.”

Former President Bill Clinton: “[The Republicans] believe the role of government is to concentrate wealth and power in the hands of those who embrace their economic, political, and social views, leaving ordinary citizens to fend for themselves on important matters like health-care and retirement security. Now, since most Americans aren’t that far to the right, our friends have to portray us Democrats as simply unacceptable, lacking in strength and values. In other words, they need a divided America. But we don’t.”

Keynoter Barack Obama: “The pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States: Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I’ve got news for them too. We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don’t like federal agents poking around our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and have gay friends in the Red States.”

Senator Ted Kennedy: “We hear echoes of past battles in the quiet whisper of the sweetheart deal, in the hushed promise of a better break for the better connected. We hear them in the cries of the false patriots who bully dissenters into silence and submission.”

Al Sharpton: “Mr. President, in all due respect, Mr. President, read my lips: Our vote is not for sale.”

Presidential nominee John Kerry: “I will be a commander in chief who will never mislead us into war. I will have a vice president who will not conduct secret meetings with polluters to rewrite our environmental laws. I will have a secretary of defense who will listen to the best advice of our military leaders. And I will appoint an attorney general who actually upholds the Constitution of the United States. … As president, I will ask hard questions and demand hard evidence. I will immediately reform the intelligence system so policy is guided by facts, and facts are never distorted by politics. … [O]n my first day in office, I will send a message to every man and woman in our armed forces: You will never be asked to fight a war without a plan to win the peace. … America can do better. Help is on the way!”

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Postscript

God-fearin’ Letters

To the Editor:

I was very disturbed by the “Fly on the Wall” article in the July 15th issue titled “Jesus Hates You.”

There are a lot of Christians who embrace the fact that we are all children of God and that we don’t have all the answers about why people say, act, and do the things they do. It is a continuing insult to Christians of other denominations that the fundamentalists are the ones who get the most press and therefore are perceived as speaking for the entire Christian community. “The squeaky wheel gets the grease” is maybe what is happening here.

We are not all members of Bellevue Baptist Church or groupies of Dr. James Dobson, founder of Focus on the Family. It’s no wonder that mainline denominations continue to decline when the masses have the perception that all Christians believe and think alike.

I hope you will give equal time to other Christians’ views on homosexuality and the same-sex marriage issue.

Peggy McClure

Memphis

To the Editor:

A biblical marriage relationship is one that has been approved and sealed by God. The Bible says for us to not be unequally yoked with unbelievers and that we are to wait until marriage — that marriage being to the person that God has chosen. God did not give the Ten Commandments to deny his people pleasure. If you shortchange yourself by stepping outside the will of God and have sex before marriage or rush into a marriage that is not approved by God, you miss the best that God has to offer and you set yourself up for the consequences that come along with disobedience. It all boils down to obedience and waiting for God’s best.

Yvonne Massey

Memphis

To the Editor:

Normally, as the Almighty God, I stay out of partisan politics, but in this upcoming election, the choice is too important for me to keep silent. President Bush and the Republican Party are my choices to lead America. The top 10 reasons:

1. President Bush prays with millionaire fundamentalist leaders. He doesn’t discriminate between praying for guidance and knowing my will, but, heck, he is a “praying president” and I like him.

2. He has filled heaven with clean-cut American boys and girls. Those who are not here yet are praying hard not to get here too soon. Again, more prayer!

3. He is determined to free the Iraqi people no matter how many of them he has to kill to do it. If that doesn’t keep ’em praying, I don’t know what will.

4. By invading Iraq, Bush has created a recruiting tool for fundamentalist Islam. We haven’t had a good religious war since the Middle Ages. I’m the main reason for mayhem in the world once again! Thanks to Bush, I’m back on top!

5. Bush is against stem-cell research. A crippling disease is a good way to keep people on their knees.

6. He concentrates wealth in the hands of a few. If disease doesn’t keep people praying, then poverty might.

7. Bush wants the assault-weapons ban to expire. More guns on the street will keep those prayers coming.

8. Bush is bringing me back into government by ignoring the constitutional directive for separation of church and state and pushing for an amendment to ban gay marriage.

9. Under Bush, the Republicans are working hard to roll back all environmental protections. The worse the environment gets, the more people will pray for me to hurry back.

10. Health care. Ha! Who needs it? Just keep praying!

I could name many more reasons why I decided to appeal directly to the American people this year on behalf of the Republican Party, oops, I mean the Party of God. These are only a few. Remember: Vote Republican or you are going to hell.

Sincerely,

The Almighty God

aka Bill Stegall

Memphis

The Real Enemy?

To the Editor:

I love to read responses to Bush criticism like the one submitted by Scott Leath of Oakland, Tennessee (July 29th issue). I realize the Flyer feels obligated to represent both sides of the issues, but give me a break! Couldn’t you print a letter that doesn’t reaffirm the fact that to support President Bush you have to be an irrational moron? “Get a life”? “Get over the fact that Al Gore lost”? Wow, great arguments.

The NEA is one of the few organizations trying to make Bush properly fund his ridiculous “No Child Left Behind” program. Most school systems around the U.S. are coming up short because the federal government won’t financially support a program it requires all public schools to follow. And Bush considers them “terrorists.” Who is the real enemy?

Jeremy Yow

Memphis

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Heady Matters

Newly nominated Democratic vice-presidential candidate John Edwards was scheduled for a Beale Street stop on Wednesday afternoon of this week, as down payment on the special attention promised Tennessee Democrats at last week’s party convention in Boston.

n Governor Phil Bredesen got an unexpected compliment last week in Boston. Introducing Bredesen to a delegation luncheon sponsored by Corrections Corporation of America, CCA president John Ferguson introduced the governor thusly: “Tennessee was fortunate to have the right person elected at the right time.”

Reminding delegates that he, as former Gov. Don Sundquist‘s finance director, had been immersed in Sundquist’s ultimately futile efforts on behalf of a state income tax, Ferguson added, “He [Bredesen] put the income tax on the shelf, and that was the right thing to do.”

In response, the governor, not especially known for waxing witty, made an effort to do so. He advised Ferguson, a Republican, to come board the Democratic bandwagon. “You’re still a young man, and there’s time to find religion,” he said, to appreciative laughter.

Feeling evidently that he was on a roll, Bredesen sallied forth somewhat later with this observation about U.S. representative Lincoln Davis, the one Democratic congressman in the state who has substantial Republican opposition this year and is campaigning hard as a result.

Said Bredesen of Davis’ efforts: “Lincoln is getting really good in the congressional campaign. He grips you with one hand, then he grips you with the other, and he may actually put his leg around you before it’s over.”

Really. He said that.

n The governor’s appearance on Sunday at two Memphis churches along with state senator Roscoe Dixon, candidate in this week’s election for the office of General Sessions clerk, was a grateful payback for Dixon’s crucial support in late April for the governor’s controversial workers’-compensation reform package, one that incurred opposition from organized labor and trial lawyers, as well as several key legislators responsive to both groups.

Dixon, who has good support in such quarters, was the deciding vote in clearing Bredesen’s package through the last Senate oversight committee that could have been an obstacle to it.

n Does the explosion on the political scene of Barack Obama, the Illinois U.S. Senate candidate who gave the Democrats’ keynote address in Boston, have an impact on the future of 9th District U.S. representative Harold Ford Jr.? It is a question that cropped up in the Tennessee delegation in Boston and one that will necessarily be the subtext of all future conversations about the state’s once and future political prodigy.

Looking at the clean-cut young Illinois Senate candidate up on the dais Tuesday night as keynoter, watching his vibes catch on in the FleetCenter, seeing an image that was unmistakably both ethnic and middle-American (father: Kenyan; mother: white Kansan), listening to a rhetoric that hit the political middle but was edgy enough to be forward-looking, one had to wonder: If he succeeds, does that create room for another like him (i.e., Tennessee senator Harold Ford Jr., circa 2006), or does it fill a key role and round out the Democrats’ cast of characters for the next several versions of the drama?

Don’t imagine that question wasn’t on the minds of people both in the Tennessee delegation and elsewhere.

For the record, here was the response of David Marannis, the peerless Washington Post political writer and author of definitive biographies of Al Gore, Bill Clinton, and Vince Lombardi. Said Marannis: “He [Obama] won’t displace Harold Ford Jr. as a future political star. He may have set a standard [in Tuesday night’s keynote address] that could diminish, say, Jesse Jackson Jr. as someone to look to in future years, but Ford is similar enough in his appeal that Obama may have simply enlarged the appetite for such figures.”

For the record too, Ford didn’t go unnoticed in Boston. His name and image got prominent treatment in such media venues as NBC, USA Today, The New York Times, and The Washington Post — the last of which singled out the Memphis congressman for post-convention mention as a future presidential prospect.

Incidentally, The Commercial Appeal‘s Bart Sullivan attributes to me a bon mot about some hypothetical future presidential year — “Obama and Harold Ford will not run together” — that I remember Bart saying. Ah, such are the pitfalls when journalists quote each other! (It’s a good line, anyway. And certainly true.)

n Joyce Kelly, the Memphis schoolteacher who was billed as Mayor Willie Herenton‘s fiancée during his 1991 campaign and for years afterward, is no longer such. That fact surfaced in connection with a suit filed in General Sessions Court this month on behalf of Banneker Estates, the posh South Memphis subdivision of which Herenton is both co-founder and its most famous resident.

Though Kelly’s current address, as given in the suit, is in nearby Whitehaven, the Banneker Estates Homeowners Association is seeking to recover some $1,880 in membership fees for the years 2000-2003, plus court costs. Mayoral spokesperson Gale Jones Carson points out that Mayor Herenton is not a member of the association’s board. Herenton, incidentally, did not attend the Democratic convention, though his Shelby County mayoral counterpart, A C Wharton, did.

Correction: It was incorrectly written here last week that the crowded Republican primary for District 83 state representative could result in a runoff. Actually, state law does not allow for legislative runoffs. It’s winner-take-all.

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Japanese Television

“When I am doing a show, I tell people that I have two names,” says Harold, the senior hibachi chef at Nagasaki Inn, the 23-year-old Japanese steakhouse and sushi bar on Summer Avenue.

“When I am here cooking, they call me Harold,” he crows, looking like a culinary Ninja with his razor-sharp knife slung low in a black leather holster at his hip. “At my other job,” he adds with a sly grin, “they call me John Holmes Jr.” This little joke is a winner with the customers, he says. And when it comes to the hibachi experience, the jokes, the goofy sight gags, and the acrobatic knifework are almost as important as the butter and the spices.

“All the best jokes have something a little dirty about them,” Harold says conspiratorially, like he was giving away his secret recipe. “But you have to know your customer. You can’t tell the dirty jokes to the church women. They don’t like it.”

To watch a hibachi chef at work slicing shrimp, beef, chicken, and vegetables in mid-air while keeping up a running dialogue with the diners is to assume that they have trained for years in some secret dojo run by a Jedi master. Each piece is perfectly chopped for fast cooking and easy chopstick handling. The sengiri (shreds), wagiri (rounds), arare (dice), and hangetsu (half moons) fly like edible confetti and come down sizzling on the hibachi.

“I learned how to do it in maybe three weeks,” Harold brags. “I would come early and practice. I never thought I couldn’t do it.”

Twenty-three years ago, Harold, then a diminutive ex-agriculture student from Vietnam, had just arrived in America. He spoke no English and had 10 brothers and sisters to support. He worked doing anything he could: landscaping, bussing tables, stocking groceries. Though he had no background in food service, he started working for Nagasaki Inn two months before it opened. It was a bottom-rung position, but he approached it with curiosity, absorbing everything that was going on around him. Eventually, he started cooking, and when a chef’s slot opened at Nagasaki he was asked to fill it.

“You just have to practice,” Harold says. “And you have to keep changing how you do your show so that you have something new. Today I feel bad for the rookie chefs because sometimes they will be doing their show, and nobody will be watching them because they are watching me.”

The name hibachi, taken from the words “hi” and “bitsu,” literally translates as “fire pot.” In China, the hibachi was an ornate brazier, usually made of bronze and perched on carved wooden legs. In the beginning, they were used primarily for heating and for light, but just as Chinese Buddhism transformed itself into the idiosyncratic practice of Zen after reaching the islands, so too the hibachi, which was remade into something distinctly Japanese.

The first Japanese hibachis were roughly hewn tree trunks — often cypress — hollowed out and lined with clay. Over time, they evolved into artfully crafted cabinets of carved, lacquered wood, porcelain, and metal. Water was kept warm on the hibachi for tea. Incense was thrown into the embers. In the wintertime, the hibachi became the centerpiece of Japanese family life, with the most important guests and family members seated closest to the fire. It was, from its earliest incarnation, something like Japanese television, and it’s easy to see how hibachi cuisine has come to be as much about good theater as it is about fresh food.

“The whole time I have been here I have never asked for a raise,” Harold says, explaining that he has been duly rewarded for his years of service. But it’s not the financial rewards that keep him so satisfied. It’s the fans. It’s the fact that his product combines food and laughter, two of the most satisfying commodities imaginable.

“There aren’t many people who can go home from work and really relax because they know they have done something good,” Harold says. “I can relax because I know that I’ve made people happy.”

And just how far is Harold willing to go to make his customers happy? A long, long way.

“I have two names,” he says, explaining that his birth name is a little difficult for the average Westerner. “When I started working here, I had long hair, and in the [chef’s hat] it looked like a crown. [A customer] said, ‘Hey, you look like King Henry,’ and another one said, ‘No, Henry’s not right. He looks more like a Harold.’ So I said, ‘Okay. I am Harold.” n

Food NEWS

by Sonia Alexander Hill

Sausage biscuits and breakfast burritos at Back Yard Burger? Sound strange? Not for customers in the Little Rock area, and now the newest location at 7780 Hwy. 64 East will test the breakfast menu in the Memphis market.

“All of our Little Rock locations offer breakfast,” says Michael Myers, president of BYB. “It’s easier when you go into a new town. You start from the beginning. We’ve been in Memphis for almost 18 years, and a lot of people don’t think of us for breakfast, so we have to look at it from a marketing standpoint. Just because you offer breakfast doesn’t mean you’ll make a profit.”

One reason the company is testing its breakfast menu in this area is because some new venues require it. The company plans to add two locations to the soon-to-be-expanded food court at Memphis International Airport. Also, the company opened a location at a 24-hour family travel center in Arlington.

Breakfast is not the only thing that makes the Hwy. 64 restaurant that opened July 9th stand out from other locations. This BYB is not in its usual stand-alone building but in a strip mall.

“Back Yard Burger’s headquarters is in Memphis, so you’ll see innovation in this area,” says Myers. “Our franchisees offer questions. We try to test in our corporate locations. If you look at other parts of the U.S., real estate can be a challenge, especially if you want to go into a mature, existing area. Land and building costs aren’t going down, so we continue to look at other venues.”

Ben & Jerry’s Germantown Scoop Shop opened at the Village Shops of Forest Hill in May.

After 28 years with FedEx, Marc Tate traded in his suit for jeans and a tie-dyed T-shirt. Tate joined his father, also retired from FedEx, to open the first Ben & Jerry’s in the Memphis area.

“I don’t think anyone can make ice cream better than Ben & Jerry’s,” says Tate. “My responsibility is to come up with the best environment. We want a place where friends and family can come in and sit down without feeling rushed.”

Tate plans to make Saturday karaoke night and hopes to add an open-mic night. But on any evening of the week novices from 2-year-olds to musical maestros can have a go at the piano in the vibrant purple and yellow dining room.

The 2,000-square-foot store features seating for 40, making it one of the largest Ben & Jerry’s locations, says Tate. It is one of the only ones to feature an open-dip display counter that offers a look at nearly 30 flavors, like Cherry Garcia and Chunky Monkey.

The menu also features the usual assortment of sundaes and fresh-baked waffle cones, as well as Ben & Jerry’s newest flavor, Half Baked Carb Karma, with two to five net grams of carbs, and many Splenda-sweetened alternatives.

The corporation that operates Abuelo’s Mexican Food Embassy restaurants opens a location at 8274 Hwy 64. on August 9th. Food Concepts International has 20 locations and plans to open 50 by 2007.

“For us, quality control, the complexity of the menu, and the type of service standards that we require make it necessary to retain control over operations,” says Bob Lin, president of Food Concepts.

The servers undergo rigorous training for three weeks prior to the opening. On the weekend preceding the opening, training continues with lunches and dinners served free to family, friends, and others. While the mock meals are invitation-only, 100 percent of bar sales are donated to a local charity.

“Through the course of the last three openings we raised $15,000 for each of the charities,” says Lin.

Although the concept was first developed in Amarillo, Texas, in 1989, the founders of Abuelo’s, James Young and Chuck Anderson, steered away from Tex-Mex to re-create the style and ambience of upscale Mexican seaside restaurants.

“People often don’t realize the cuisine served in the interior and seaside restaurants of Mexico is actually continental cuisine with Spanish, French, and European influences,” says Lin. “We are very different from Don Pablo’s or On the Border in that our food is not the typical tacos, burritos, and enchiladas. One portion of the menu has Tex-Mex fare, but one portion has grilled mahi mahi served with a creamy sherry sauce. Our signature dish, Los Mejores de la Casa, features filet medallions and grilled bacon-wrapped shrimp.”

The décor also works to emulate the fine restaurants of Mexico with stone statues, fountains, subtle colors, and a painted dome ceiling.

After 22 years, Formosa closed the Summer Avenue location but will continue to operate the restaurant at 6685 Quince. The restaurant, which serves an array of Asian dishes, including Hunan, Szechuan, and Mandarin, has been named “The Best Chinese Restaurant” by readers of Memphis magazine since 1990. The former location has been sold to new owners and reopened as Panda Garden.