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Quit It!

A week ago, I stood up in front of a room of highly motivated people and tried to convince them to quit.

I had been invited to speak at the Ignite Memphis event at Crosstown Arts. If you’ve never been to one of these before, they’re surprisingly fun for an evening centered around PowerPoint presentations. Speakers create 20-slide presentations that auto-advance every 15 seconds on the topics of their choice. It’s not just a local phenomenon; Ignite events happen in cities all over the world.

At this particular Ignite, the slate of presentations ranged from storytelling, to drinking, opera, more livable cities, Jesus, and the end of the world. And I talked about quitting, because, lately, quitting has become an activity very near and dear to my heart.

Before you think about quitting, though, it helps to rethink the concept of “busy.” You’re busy. I’m busy. Being busy is important, but it’s not an excuse. Americans value being busy to the point that there are children’s books glorifying the concept (Little Miss Busy, for example). We’re constantly telling others that we’re too busy, that we have so much going on.

Why do we do this? A handful of people really are that busy. I suspect that for most of us, it’s done out of fear — a fear that we’re not doing enough or producing enough to seem important. We stay at work late when we don’t need to, and we blow off the things and people we care about unnecessarily, mostly because we’re afraid to say no. We’re afraid of free time. We’re afraid to not be busy.

For a long time, I was that person. I always pushed hard, tackled everything at once, and never, ever stopped working. I thrived on being so busy. In my case, it was more than just feeling valuable — it was a method of running from the parts of my life that weren’t so great at the time.

I loved my old job (writing the “I Love Memphis” blog). It was fun, and I got to meet a lot of very cool people and check a bunch of things off of my bucket list. But it was also a lot of nights and weekends and stress and being “on” all the time. Those things were part of the job, so I didn’t mind them. After a while, though, it just stopped being fun. I started changing from someone who was super happy to someone who was a cranky mess.

I didn’t realize how bad things had gotten until I read an article by Adam Dachis called “Burnout Is Real: How To Identify and Address Your Burnout Problem.” The article details how to identify burnout (among the many warning signs: irritability, exhaustion, feeling like you’re never doing enough, inefficacy, and the denial of said warning signs) and then how to take action to counter it.

That’s the thing about burnout: It’s nearly impossible to recognize it when it’s happening to you, even if you fit all of the warning signs. I told myself I was just having a bad day, that I would be totally fine if I could just get all of these things done, that sleeping and eating weren’t as important as whatever was next on my to-do list. As you can imagine, I was a joy to be around.

And one day, I woke up and knew what I had to do: I had to quit.

Once I got the idea in my head that I could make my life better and improve my mental health by walking away from something, I couldn’t think about anything else. It wasn’t easy, but few things that are worth it are.

So, that’s what I’d like you to do. Find that thing in your life that you’re just doing out of obligation, and stop it. Give up an activity that you feel “meh” about. Stop feeling “meh” about things in general.

Stop complaining about how busy you are and how many obligations you have. If you’re busy, own it. Let others know that you’ve made that choice. More importantly, start quitting. Start quitting the things that you aren’t completely invested in; the ones that aren’t that important; the ones that don’t make you happy. Just quit.

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Fly on the Wall

Nashville vs. Memphis

The Gallup-Healthways Well-Being Index came out last week and the results are clear: Tennessee sucks. The Volunteer State ranked 47th out of 50 in overall well-being as related to physical health, emotional health, good jobs, access to health-care, and so on. Nashville Scene blogger Betsy Phillips broke things down even further, noting that the Nashville metro area scored fairly well and would look so much better if you cut off the whole rest of the state. She then went on to ask “what Memphis is smoking,” since the Bluff City ranks near the bottom in important categories, but its citizens appear to be much happier overall than those in our “it-city” state capital. Phillips, in what appeared to be a single-handed attempt to harsh our bliss, went on to suggest possible headlines for this major news story, including: “Memphis Sucks But They Don’t See It That Way,” “Cognitive Dissonance On The Mighty Mississippi,” and “Memphis Brings Down The State Again, Still Smiles About It.” Sometimes not being Nashville is enough.

Shit My Daily Says

Tony Allen is a forward? Who knew?

Good Company

According to a list circulated by The Huffington Post, Memphis is number 22 on a list of the 25 most overrated places on earth. According to the clearly ill-informed author, “It’s never a good idea when a town’s main tourist attraction is also its only nightlife destination: Beale Street … Beyond it, all there’s left to see is the muddy Mississippi River.” Other vastly overrated places on this obviously scientific list include London, Milan, Athens, Rome, Venice, Bruges, and Hong Kong.

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Film Features Film/TV

The War at Home

Two very different literary-minded coming-of-age movies unfolding against the backdrop of World War II are opening this week. One of them, Kill Your Darlings, is pretty good. The other one, The Book Thief, is pretty terrible.

Kill Your Darlings takes place in and around New York City’s Columbia University, where freshman Allen Ginsberg (Daniel Radcliffe) meets charismatic fellow student Lucien Carr (Dane DeHaan). Carr is a bright, seductive blowhard in love with sardonic come-ons spiked with visions of cultural revolution. Naturally, young Ginsberg finds him irresistible. When Carr introduces Ginsberg to fellow reprobates and future Beat Generation icons Jack Kerouac (Jack Huston) and William S. Burroughs (Ben Foster), plenty of antisocial hijinks, romantic entanglements, and harsh, painful life lessons soon follow. Their story plays like A Separate Peace on bennies and nitrous oxide, with a few formal experiments and avant-garde camera trickery thrown in to sustain the druggy, jagged, cold-water-flat vibe.

The Book Thief, which was adapted from Markus Zusak’s bestselling 2006 novel, takes viewers on a more conventional emotional journey. The film follows young Liesel (Sophie Nélisse) as she learns about life, literature, and love from her adoptive parents (Geoffrey Rush and Emily Watson) and a Jewish refugee (Ben Schnetzer), who ends up hiding in the family cellar. Some other good Germans help her, too, but those wicked Nazis seem to pop up everywhere. Liesel’s story plays like a less expansive, airbrushed Forrest Gump presided over not by Tom Hanks but by Death itself. (Yes, no joke, Death narrates part of the movie.)

The off-putting, patchwork quality of The Book Thief film version is evident from the beginning, and it has to do with the dialogue. Even though the film takes place almost entirely in Germany, all of the major characters speak English with a German accent. This is nothing new, though; there are countless examples of Hollywood films set in foreign locales where all the people talk like Iowa weathermen.

But, strangely, not everyone in the film follows this convention. One wicked middle-aged Nazi delivers his grand book-burning speech in German, and the swastika-wearing Hitler Youths-to-be sing their propaganda in die Muttersprache as well. Liesel, her parents, her friend Rudy (Nico Liersch), and others drop unds and dummkopfs into their everyday speech, but the precious words that line the cellar walls and help Liesel learn how to read are all in English.

This may seem like a minor point. But in a movie that’s all about the redemptive power of reading, writing, and storytelling, why isn’t it clear which language is the language of that redemption? Why switch from one language to another at any point, much less at key points early and late? Why not shoot the whole thing in English? (Or German?) One plausible theory is that the filmmakers are trying to convince moviegoers that German is the best language of all when it comes to oppressing and frightening citizens. But English is a fine language for fear-mongering and intimidation, too.

This puzzling, corner-cutting decision would not loom so large if the rest of the film weren’t rushed and thoughtless as well. I haven’t read Zusak’s book, but the film seems to pick up and drop ideas that must have been given more space in print. From Rudy’s Jesse Owens fixation to Death’s weary lamentations about working for the worst people in history, The Book Thief skims too many surfaces when it should stop now and then for a longer, deeper look. Instead of insight, we’re treated to light comedy that’s as uncomfortable as Roberto Benigni’s mugging in Life Is Beautiful.

I’ll say this for The Book Thief, though: After seeing its timid, unoriginal depiction of the Nazi era, I have newfound respect and admiration for Quentin Tarantino’s loony, vengeance-fueled demolition of all things Third Reich in Inglourious Basterds.

Amazingly, Kill Your Darlings might have more provocative things to say about war than The Book Thief. The scene when Ginsberg’s smug literature professor dismisses his rebellious pupil by reminding him that “the war awaits” is the most pungent commentary about the limits of art and imagination in either film.

Kill Your Darlings‘ episodic structure and narrative fractures reflect the impulsive, cut-up aesthetic that Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Burroughs would later explore and refine. But this is an actors’ show, and the leads humanize these mythical men very well. The sunken-eyed, desperately composed DeHaan could be Leonardo DiCaprio’s evil but supremely talented older brother; as Burroughs, Ben Foster could be Ryan Gosling’s more detached, cerebral, and androgynous older sibling. Nice job, fellas.

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HARP-ing On

New rules and a new home outside Memphis government are likely on the way to clean up a city-run program tasked with cleaning up some of the city’s rundown homes.

A federal investigation is under way of the now-suspended Housing and Rehabilitation Program (HARP). The probe will review allegations of loose quality controls at the city level that allowed shoddy work by contractors hired by the city. The program gives financial and construction assistance to low-and-moderate-income homeowners in Memphis to make the repairs necessary to bring their homes into compliance with city codes.

HARP uses federal funds to repair roofs, perform electrical work, resolve plumbing issues, and more to keep people in their homes, especially the elderly, city officials said.

The federal Housing and Urban Development Office of Inspector General is reviewing HARP to determine if city staff ran the program fairly and if the processes to award bids and select contractors met federal guidelines. A partial report of their findings was issued to the Memphis City Council last week. The full report is expected by the end of this year.

The partial report includes “before” and “after” shots of homes on which HARP contractors had made repairs. The “before” shots show rotted holes in bathroom floors covered with plywood, broken windows covered only by black plastic and duct tape, and walls around a bathtub rotted through to the exterior bricks. The “after” shots show successful projects with those same spaces tiled, cleaned, dry-walled, and painted.

 The program is run by the Memphis division of Housing and Community Development (HCD). The division’s director, Robert Lipscomb, told the city council’s Housing and Community Development committee that his agency began getting calls two years ago from homeowners complaining about the quality of some of the work done by HARP contractors the city hired. From there, he said his agency began the initial investigation into the program.

“As a result we suspended [HARP], and the staff involved in it were terminated, reprimanded, or both,” Lipscomb said. “We also terminated contractors who we thought didn’t meet the standards.”

Two HARP inspectors have resigned and one has retired since the local investigation began in 2011. The list of approved contractors has slimmed from 45 to 10.

City council member Wanda Halbert wanted to make sure that changes made to the program would allow contractors to also have their say in any project reviews.

“I want to make sure the door is always open to hear both sides,” Halbert said. “I know in government they rely on the staff, but the staff isn’t always right. We need to make sure that whoever we put in place is fair to everybody.”

The list of open cases has shrunk from 61 to 18. While the program is still suspended, its staff, which was reduced from 17 employees in 2005 to three this year, continues to audit the last of the projects completed by contractors and ensure they’re up to code.

Lipscomb said he is in talks with Enterprise Community Partners, the national nonprofit group focused on affordable housing, to shape rules for a new program and to issue bids for a new group to take the reins of the HARP. The size of the program, he said, would depend on how many private partners join the project. The Plough Foundation is involved, Lipscomb said, and Memphis Light, Gas & Water has contributed nearly $2 million to the project.

The problem of deteriorating homes in Memphis is exacerbated by two things, Lipscomb said.

“Our housing stock is old, old, old, and our people are getting older,” he said. “Also, if we don’t get other resources on this problem, we can’t solve the problem.”

In 2005, the HARP in Memphis had a budget of $3.2 million. It sagged through the recession to a low of $250,000 and has rebounded somewhat and projected to be just over $1 million next year.

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Letter from the Editor: How to Name a Dog

My stepdaughter, Agatha, has moved back from Brooklyn to live in our garage apartment until next summer. She’s a law school grad and clerking for a federal judge in Memphis. I love her dearly, but she has one habit that has caused me stress. She takes in foster dogs.

Yeah, I know, that’s a noble thing to do. But we already have two small old male dogs and two cats, none of whom have any interest in making new canine friends. I was not pleased with this development.

The first dog she brought home was a good boy, a mid-sized shepherd of some sort, but he chased our cats and made their lives miserable. We got him adopted after a couple of weeks. Then, before I could even broach the subject, Agatha brought home another dog. He was big and bossy and took a piece out of my old schnauzer’s ear on his third day with us. I was angry and I banished him and laid down the law to Agatha: No more foster dogs. (Only there was a bad word in between “more” and “foster.”) There was peace for a few weeks.

Then, last Thursday, Agatha came in the house and said, “I’ve done something bad.” I had my back turned, staring at the computer. What? I thought. An accident? A horrible haircut? When I turned around, she was holding a puppy — the cutest, heart-melting-est puppy I’ve ever seen. She laughed as my facial expression went from “Not another @#%#&! dog!” to “Awwwww.”

“He was rescued from a crack house,” she said. “They named him Crackle.”

After only two days, Crackle had become housebroken and kennel-trained. He was playful and funny and irresistible. Even the other dogs liked him. We decided Crackle would join our family menagerie and go back to Brooklyn with Agatha next summer. Yeah, I’m a sucker.

But Crackle is a horrible name, and we decided to change it. My daughter, Mary, and my son’s girlfriend, Camille, were also in town this week. All these women, plus my wife, had ideas for what to call this little guy. Female ideas.

Here are a few dog-naming tips I tried to pass on to the ladies: First, when considering a dog’s name, add “dammit,” and yell it loudly, as in, “Dammit, Mocha!” This will eliminate many stupid potential names

Second: Imagine yourself calling your dog in front of lots of people. Do you really want to be that person in the park yelling, “Here, Gary! GARY! Come!” Ironic human names are to be avoided at all costs.

Third: Your dog will not always be a precious puppy. Imagine, in 10 years, saying to a stinky old mutt, “Sit, Squiddles.” Give the ol’ boy some dignity.

I lobbied for Heinz or Raiford.

And, so yeah … his name is King Elvis Grizzle-Biscuit. That’s dignified, right?

I’m calling him Griz.

Bruce VanWyngarden

brucev@memphisflyer.com

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

The D-List

Black Friday need not be so black. Pace yourself, take a break, and take a drink. To help you through your day of shopping we’ve come up with a list of drinks to match your Christmas list.

Chia Pet

Back in the day, “chia” was just a word that was always preceded with “ch-ch-ch.” Spread some tiny seeds over a clay sculpture of an elephant or a hippo, add water, and in a few days, you had a furry green elephant or a furry green hippo.

But in recent years, someone discovered “Hey, we can eat these seeds, and they’re really good for us!” (Actually, the Aztecs were believed to have been consuming them as long ago as the 16th century, but why quibble?) When you add omega-3-rich chia seeds to liquid, they plump up and act as a thickener, so they’re perfect in smoothies.

Get your Black Friday chia fix at Love Shack, the vegan smoothie bar, with the fruity, creamy Nouveau Moi Smoothie (blueberry, banana, almonds, chia seeds, matcha green tea, spirulina, protein powder, molasses, and coconut, almond, and soy milks). You’ll need those omega-3’s to restore your mental energy after shopping all day. And doesn’t a smoothie seem like a much better use of chia seeds than using them to grow a beard for your Duck Dynasty Chia Pet?

Bianca Phillips

Love Shack, 2886 Walnut Grove (323-2288)

Handy Dandy All-In-One Tool

It’s a knife! It’s a nail file! It’s a corkscrew! It’s everything you need in a convenient tool that fits in your pocket.

Tamp & Tap, downtown’s coffeehouse/bar, is a bit like that all-in-one tool. Stop by in the morning (they open at 7 a.m.) before hitting the Black Friday sales for a Delta Eagle (raspberry, dark chocolate, espresso, milk) or a Silver Service (English breakfast tea with steamed milk, vanilla, and lavender syrup). And then swing by again post-shopping to wind down and reenergize (at the same time!) with a Wiseacre Coffee Milk Stout (a coffee beer brewed with Tamp & Tap’s beans).

By day’s end, you’ll probably need a little something more than beer to wind down, though. Mi Pueblo has that all-in-one thing down with its Margarona, a massive frozen margarita with an open Corona bottle turned upside down in the glass. As you sip, the Corona slowly drains into the margarita, creating a carbonated ‘rita that will have you temporarily forgetting about all those charges you racked up on your credit card. — BP

Tamp & Tap, 122 Gayoso (207-1053)

Mi Pueblo, 5007 Black (244-7914)

Snuggie

If the early-morning madness leaves you wanting to snuggle up with a warm drink, stop by Cooper-Young’s Java Cabana and order a Mystery Train. This vanilla and hazelnut latte topped with a swirl of whipped cream will wrap your insides with warmth as you curl up on one of Java’s couches and contemplate how you will ever have time to wrap all of the gifts you just purchased. The store’s specialty-drinks menu includes many other coffee masterpieces as well.

Poplar Perk’n in East Memphis is another cozy place for a shopping break. This little coffee shop near the Laurelwood Shopping Center has a drive-thru and three tables and a comfy L-shaped couch inside. There is a window-side bar where you can sit and sip your hot apple cider or latte made with your choice of whole, skim, soy, almond, or coconut milk, as you laugh at the frantic drivers on Poplar rushing to catch the day’s deals (before joining them, of course).

Hannah Anderson

Java Cabana, 2170 Young (272-7210)

Poplar Perk’n, 4610 Poplar (433-9401)

Tickle Me Elmo

If you need something bubbly and light to refresh you during your shopping spree, try a strawberry Italian soda from Square Beans Coffee in Collierville Town Square. They can also make Italian sodas with any of the syrup flavors they have in the store such as vanilla or hazelnut.

Another tickly taste experience is the Ginger Snap tea at Otherlands Coffee Bar. Brewed with fresh ginger, the spicy tea can be tempered with honey or sipped straight up for a kick that will wake you up sans caffeine. — HA

Square Beans Coffee, 103 N. Center, Collierville (854-8855)

Otherlands Coffee Bar, 641 S. Cooper (278-4994)

The Clapper

Take your mind off shopping during the craziest shopping day of the year and watch one of the NBA or college football games scheduled for Friday at Jack Magoo’s on Broad. The friendly bartenders are more than willing to change one of their many TVs to any game you want while making you a cocktail from their full bar. Jack Magoo’s opens at 11 a.m., perfect for a mid-day stopping point after those early-morning sales. And if you get preoccupied with the games, the bar closes at 3 a.m., which should give you plenty of time to come up with an excuse for where you’ve been. Connect the Clapper to your phone — your fingers might be a bit occupied with Jack’s wings to answer it.

— Alexandra Pusateri

Jack Magoo’s Sports Bar & Grill, 2583 Broad (746-9612)

The Veg-O-Matic

Get the daily recommended dose of vegetables at Local on the Square either in the middle of your shopping day or after. Between 11:30 a.m. and 1:30 p.m., the restaurant features express lunches for $10, a perfect stopping point in the rush of it all. After the afternoon deals you bag, you can catch happy hour from 4 to 7 p.m., which has $2 off pints, $3 well drinks, $4 martinis, and $5 wines, as well as a cheap food menu. The lunch specials are the usual fare — yummy sandwiches, soups, and salads that pair nicely with Local’s well-known Bloody Mary. At dinner, the Creole-flavor shrimp and grits are the best complement to a Southern shopping excursion. — AP

Local on the Square, 2126 Madison (725-1845)

Black Friday Coffee + Cocktails

Alchemy Black Friday — whose idea was that? Alchemy Happy Hour — that’s an idea we’re proud of! Drink specials every Monday through Friday, 4 to 7 p.m.

940 S. Cooper • 726-4444 • alchemymemphis.com

Blind Bear 

Need a place to relax after a crazy Black Friday? Wanna watch the big college games? The Blind Bear is your spot! We’ve got Saturday Hungover Like a Bear Brunch, full bottle specials, $3 mimosas, moonshine, Fireball, and Bloody Marys. Open at noon. Specials ’til 6 p.m.

119 S. Main • 417-8435 • blindbearmemphis.com

The Brushmark Restaurant at Memphis Brooks Museum of Art

After shopping for one-of-a-kind items in the Museum Store, relax at the Brushmark Restaurant with a cocktail perfected by Chef Wally Joe, a regionally crafted beer, or a sampling from our wine selection. Or wander the Brooks’ galleries and then cozy up with a cappuccino and enjoy the stunning view of the changing seasons in Overton Park. Choose the Brushmark, and help support the arts in Memphis! Black Friday hours are 11 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. 

1934 Poplar • 544-6222 • brooksmuseum.org

Fox & Hound Sanderlin

Let Fox & Hound turn your Black Friday into Fun Friday! Join us after a long day of

shopping to unwind with coffee and cocktails, including all-day specials just for you. 

While you’re here, grab a gift card for those to finish off your shopping list. Every $25 in gift cards gets you a scratch-off card for an extra giveaway. Don’t miss a great day of treats.

5101 Sanderlin • 763-2013 • foxandhound.com  

Jim’s Place Restaurant & Bar

After a frenetic day of shopping, relax in elegance at Jim’s Place, the oldest family-owned and operated restaurant in Memphis. Stop by before, during, or after your shopping for coffee, cocktails, or both! Our chic bar with deep mahogany and the soft glow of chandeliers will allow you to sit back and unwind in splendor.

518 Perkins Ext. • 766-2030 • jimsplacememphis.com

Molly’s LaCasita

Molly’s has the ultimate Black Friday drink. It’s our first-place award-winning margarita (Memphis Flyer readers’ poll 2013). When you’re done shopping, keep your darlin’ figure with Molly’s new low-calorie Nectar Girl Margarita. Molly’s has an ice-cold one ready for you that is sure to please.

2006 Madison • 726-1873 • mollyslacasita.com

Tamp & Tap

We have two specialty coffee drinks to get you going after your early start on Black Friday: The Cannonball Express, a unique blend of hot spiced chai, milk, and espresso, is our personal favorite. The Tennessean, a silky caramel and white chocolate mocha, is made with plenty of espresso and hot milk to keep you going all day. 

122 Gayoso between Second and Main • 207-1053 • tampandtap.com

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Music Music Features

North Mississippi Allstars Homecoming at Minglewood Hall

Those Allstars stay busy. The Brothers Dickinson recently returned from a European tour promoting their latest record, World Boogie Is Coming. They will play their Thanksgiving homecoming show on Friday, November 29th, at Minglewood Hall. But that’s not the half of it. The North Mississippi Allstars have partnered with the Mid-South Food Bank to gather the goods. You can bring canned food (check the date) and take a selfie at the donation desk to be part of the Food Bank’s online photo album of helpful blues fans. Don’t go missing from that. We’ll be looking for you.

Think the Allstars are through packing this night with excitement? WRONG. The band announced that the concert will be filmed for release on DVD, and the crew will be 100 percent local, according to Cody Dickinson’s Facebook page. As far as the concert is concerned, there will be plenty of surprises as special guests are lined up to join the Allstars onstage. Even if the guests were 100 percent local, this would be something to see, given the brothers’ recent two-month stint at Minglewood under the Sons of Mudboy aegis. That band, a second-generation continuation of father Jim Dickinson’s legendary outfit with Sid Selvidge, Lee Baker, and national treasure Jimmy Crosthwait, rounded up a who’s who of contemporary Memphis players: Harry Peel, Al Gamble, George Sluppick, Paul Taylor, and others. Who needs out-of-towners?

Another point of interest: Pay attention to Luther’s guitar. The elder Dickinson brother was paid a tremendous honor last year when Gibson introduced the Luther Dickinson ES-335. The 335 is an essential blues tool: B.B. King’s Lucille is a 335. Chuck Berry? Yep. Orbison and John Lee Hooker too. Gibson let Luther add details to the design, including a block inside the frame to cut down on feedback, a Bigsby tremolo, and the paint. That paint job was copied from Father Jim’s 335 and enters the official Gibson palette of colors as “Dickinson Burst.” Wow.

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What They Said

MemphisFlyer.com

From “Midtown Man Thinks Trader Joe’s Imminent,” a parody piece about a man campaigning for a Memphis Trader Joe’s:

“Honestly, I think if Midtown ever got a Trader Joe’s, it would be a disaster. What would people have left to complain about? It would be like somebody actually capturing a Bigfoot and finding out it’s just a hairy bear that walks upright more often than regular bears.”

Jeff

From “Why Is Memphis Happier Than Nashville? Meet the Nashville Grizzlies” and a naked shot of Nashville’s inclusive male rugby team contrasted with shots of the Memphis Griz in uniforms:

“I like the Nashville Grizzlies picture better. You expect me to growl over a picture of fully clothed basketball players? The modern basketball uniform isn’t flattering to any male anywhere. Let’s go back to the ’70s.”

Brunetto Latini

From “Memphis Voters Reject Pre-K Sales-Tax Increase”:

“Good. We are taxed to death here already with little except corruption, decay, and waste to show for it. But just watch now: They will now increase property taxes to get what they want. And the endless cycle of more productive taxpaying people fleeing this dump of a city will continue.”

Chris in Midtown

C Facebook

From a post about a typo in The Commercial Appeal, which called the Grizzlies a “makeshit team”:

“It’s true … They gotta try to makeshit happen.” — Jeramy Allen Buckner

“Will probably end up being read on the Letterman show!”

Elizabeth Muse White

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Editorial Opinion

We’re Thankful

It would be churlish of us not to take notice of the season, and we are not churls. “Happy Thanksgiving!” we say — a salutation that presupposes there are things we can be thankful for, and there are, of course. We should name some, for the record.

First, there is the fact that Memphis, low finisher in so many published polls that purport to rank the urban advantages of American cities, can boast some successes in that line, as well. That’s true even with the Gallup-Healthways Well-Being Index, a recent survey in which we, perhaps unfairly, took our lumps in such matters as healthy behavior and — according to the Nashville Scene, a counterpart alternative weekly — “access to health care.” (Access to health care! Are they kidding? What do they make of our city’s burgeoning biotech industry and the UT Health Science Center complex located here? See all those cranes at work?)

And even the Gallup-Healthways survey could not fail to note that, among American cities at large, our city has a saving grace, forcing the Scene to acknowledge about Memphians that “they’re in great shape and they come in at 32nd in terms of emotional health and 38th in terms of general life evaluation. Whatever Memphis is doing to enjoy life, we need to learn it and implement it here.”

We have cultural and lifestyle advantages ranging from the Grizzlies to the Greenline. We have the Mississippi River and a trio of spans across it — one of which, the long-dormant Harahan Bridge, is destined for a handsome upgrading that will provide direct pedestrian connections to the Arkansas side of the river.

Speaking of the river, the Beale Street Landing project is finally nearing completion, and the on-again/off-again Bass Pro development for the Pyramid continues to progress.

Route 385, which links Millington to Collierville through the city’s eastern suburbs, just got completed this past week, and the busy work of widening Interstate 240 is well under way.

Maybe we can upgrade our convention center, and maybe we can’t. But at least we’re talking about it.

And perhaps best of all, the public-school situation in Shelby County, which has been a trying source of discontent for the past three years, is finally on its way to being resolved. The terms of the developing settlement provide six suburban municipalities with the independence they’ve been looking for, and they seem also to guarantee a brighter financial future for the former Memphis City Schools than has been the case in recent years.

In any case, all the schools fuss and bother is on its way to being over. Maybe we’re being Pollyanna-ish, but it begins to seem possible that we might have a spell of being able to enjoy the advantages mentioned above and others — a great zoo, wonderful parks, and did we mention the music?

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Politics Politics Feature

Mopping-Up Time?

As Thanksgiving week began, events seemed to be moving quickly toward a final resolution of the Shelby County school situation.

Three years after the surrender of the Memphis City Schools charter and the resultant temporary consolidation of city and county schools, Shelby County Schools superintendent Dorsey Hopson’s template for allowing independent districts in six suburban municipalities has been approved by his board and seems to have found general favor.

The suburbs — all except Germantown, where hope may still linger for the reclamation of three flagship schools that Hopson intends to hold on to (see Viewpoint, p. 15) — are scrambling to sign on to a deal that involves the de facto sale to them of SCS-owned school buildings, though the legal terms are carefully structured to avoid being a sale per se.

On Friday, as they awaited a meeting of the Shelby County Commission that was specially called to liquidate the commission’s long-standing lawsuit against Lakeland and Arlington, the first two municipalities to settle, reporters debated how long the meeting, expected to be the epitome of pro forma, would last.

“Ten minutes,” said one. “Five minutes,” countered another. And a bystander nodded vigorously in agreement, whether with the first newsman or the second, it was hard to say.

All three would shortly learn otherwise. Germantown is evidently not the only site of remaining discontent.

First came Susanne Jackson, an inveterate activist from the Memphis Education Association orbit and, as she would remind her commission audience, from much further back than that to 1970s and the time of Plan Z desegregation. “Though I know the train has long left the station,” she said, she had concerns “about the settlement you’re about to make.”

These ranged from class-size changes in the new educational order to “troubling equity issues” of various kinds. In particular, she worried about the 10-cents-on-the-dollar price assessed on the transfer of school properties. She concluded by saying, “I want you to think long and hard about your decision.”

Jackson was followed by former Memphis City Schools board member Martavius Jones, a prime mover in the December 2010 surrender of the MCS charter that led to the very city-county school merger which is just now being sifted out in a settlement. That settlement will leave a truncated “unified” district with jurisdiction over the old MCS system, the county’s unincorporated areas, and a loose network of new municipal districts in the county’s six incorporated suburbs.

Jones, who served on the 23-member amalgamated city/county provisional board that expired in July, has made no secret of his hopes to be added on to the current SCS board, if and when it expands from seven members. And he came to the meeting with a full head of steam, complaining that the six suburban municipalities comprise only 18.5 percent of Shelby County’s population but, under the terms of the proposed settlement, would have sole access to school buildings whose construction costs were paid by “99 percent of the county.”

He said that the county commission, “the only legislative body that represents all of Shelby County,” was about to sanction a “separatist and secessionist” system in the outer county and to approve “the most ill-advised real estate proposition since the Louisiana Purchase.”

Former Commission chair Mike Ritz, who, by leave of current chair James Harvey, has continued as the body’s point man on litigation matters, contradicted Jones’ assertions, contending that property taxes paid by citizens were “unrelated to population,” that “people in the suburbs” paid an “inordinate” share of the tax burden and, under the agreement, would continue to make “considerable contributions” to the “whole system,” i.e., the unified district as well as those in the suburbs.

That was by no means the end of controversy, however, even after the commission parsed a number of technical matters with county attorney Kelly Rayne and special commission attorney Lori Patterson and concurred to drop action against Lakeland. When they turned their attention to Arlington, Commissioner Henri Brooks had a whole new set of grievances to vent.

Brooks had abstained on the Lakeland vote, and now she protested one of the linchpins of the proposed agreement, the premise, as repeated in detail by the two attorneys, that the school buildings being deeded over to Arlington and Lakeland were not being sold, that, instead, the payments being asked of the municipalities were to offset pensions and OPEBs (Other Post-Employment Benefits) and the debt arising from them.

“The constituents I represent are very uncomfortable with that,” Brooks said, arguing that “public perceptions” would see it all as a sale. And she had more to say.

“What part of the 14th Amendment is negotiable? What about the children? What are they getting out of this? Do we have a way to protect children who may be resegregated after this settlement? What if there is resegregation? If we drop the claims, that’s it?”

This, indeed, was a potential sore spot, since what the commission was voting on was not acceptance of a settlement — the SCS board and the suburbs were attending to that — but dissolving the litigation against the suburbs. In practice, that had come down to the single issue of whether the new municipal school systems in the outer county would be unconstitutionally fostering resegregation.

Brooks made a point of noting that “people of color have moved to the unincorporated areas.” She worried that dropping the resegregation claim would leave the children of such pioneers helpless. And Brooks, who was a child in the pre-civil-rights era and has several times recited to her colleagues a litany of indignities she experienced, averred, “I don’t want the children of today to relive my experiences.”

In an attempt to get beyond this concern, Commissioner Heidi Shafer, whose district straddles city and county, asked Patterson if the commission couldn’t just refile a legal action if blatant resegregation developed. Patterson answered that it could.

But Brooks was not put off. She wondered out loud if “a citizen could bring an action against this commission for the settlement” and if an advisory to that effect couldn’t be built into the agreement.

Rayne quickly responded: “I would not advise you to approve anything in the agreement opening you up to a lawsuit.”

Chairman Harvey translated that thought into stark political terms: “I think the attorney is saying that trying to put that idea in the community’s head opens us up to a can of worms.”

In the end, Brooks’ suggestion got no support, and the commissioner, a candidate for Juvenile Court clerk who sees herself as a tribune for African Americans at large, ended by saying, “My intent is to get an understanding so that I may cast an informed vote for the people.”

Shafer, one of five commission Republicans who have consistently supported the suburban municipalities in their efforts for independent school districts, tried to sum up the morning’s discussion: “I am supporting this. Everybody’s probably equally mad,” she said, and that was a good sign. “It’s time for us to move forward. Teachers and students have been in a state of terrible uncertainty for three years.”

It then fell to her GOP colleague, Terry Roland of Millington, who over the last three years has surely raised his share of hell about school-merger matters, to try to stuff the genie back into the bottle: “It is my pleasure to see closure. I call the question.”

The vote this time was 9 to 1, Brooks casting the only no.

The way seems clear now to a formal resolution of the school controversy, at least for the conclusion of agreements this week with Millington, Bartlett, and Collierville, all of which seemed amenable. Conciliatory feelers were even coming from Germantown.

But, as last Friday’s special commission meeting made obvious, dissatisfaction of various kinds is likely to endure. And it may well resurface in some form when the commission meets again, for what it hopes is a final mopping-up session, on Monday, December 2nd.

And presiding federal judge Hardy Mays — remember him? He still has to sign off on the deal and, most assuredly, wants to be able to. As soon as the litigation is formally dropped, he’ll have no reason not to.