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Fly on the Wall 1529

Dammit, Gannett

In the photograph above you can see an unidentified woman* holding onto a very special volleyball named Lauren Deaton. For those who don’t already know her, Lauren is a Harding Academy volleyball. Go Lions! She was very recently named “Volleyball of the Year” by The Commercial Appeal, Memphis’ once-proud, now-Gannett-owned daily newspaper.

Lauren’s father, Wilson, the sports equipment whose life was famously celebrated in the Tom Hanks movie Cast Away, said nothing of his daughter’s achievement. He just sat there in silence, almost like he was saying, “Why wouldn’t she be Volleyball of the Year?”

So, your pesky Fly on the Wall got all defensive and said, “Like, what’s your point, man?” But he just kept his silence while somehow also asking, clear as day, “Are you saying my daughter Lauren’s not good enough to be Volleyball of the Year?”

And I said “no” and we went on like that for some time before Wilson finally thanked me for my time and bounced down the sidewalk and into his car where Lauren waited for him. As the pair drove off, I couldn’t help but think I’d get better interviews if the CA would give awards to people instead of stupid balls. Maybe that’s racist, but I just don’t know anymore.

*Congratulations to the actual Lauren. We know you’re not gear no matter what the daily paper says.

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P&H Summit

P&H Cafe owners say developers of an infill project next to their Midtown bar “upheld their word” on a compromise but that they “still have concerns.”

A development group called 1544 Madison Partners announced in February they planned to build 230 new apartments spread over four buildings in a gated apartment complex on the vacant lot to the east of the P&H.

Bar owners Matthew Edwards and Robert Fortner worried the development would have gated off the one-way alley that runs behind the P&H. Many customers use that alley, Edwards and Fortner said, and gating it off would limit access to their business.

As the plan moved through the approval process at Memphis City Hall, Edwards, Fortner, and other neighboring business owners spoke out against the plan to close the alley. Still, the Memphis City Council and the city/county Land Use Control Board approved the development and the coinciding alley closure.

But the developers reconsidered the alley closure after Edwards, Fortner, and the owners of surrounding businesses — a self-serve car wash, an event space, and the Cotton Row Recording Studio — continued to oppose it. So, the developers, 1544 Madison Partners, agreed to meet with them to find compromises. City council member Worth Morgan facilitated the meetings.

Maya Smith

Midtown’s P&H Cafe.

Michael Fahy, president of Prime Development Group, a member of the development group, said revisions were made to the original plan.

Access for customers, emergency personnel, and garbage pick-up were shared concerns of the owners. To alleviate these concerns, the developers agreed to add a private alley off of Court to allow access to the existing alley behind the P & H.

Turn-arounds were also added at each end of the one-way alley in the event someone enters the wrong way. There will be gates at each turnaround that will allow access for emergency services, MLGW, and city of Memphis vehicles. Fahy said “we found a solution” that the business owners seemed to be “very happy” with.

“They went from being concerned to the point where we had emails endorsing this revised plan,” Fahy said. “We went from worry to thank you.”

Initially, Edwards said the development could be “devastating” to their business, but now he’s “as satisfied as I can be” with the new plan.

“They upheld their word,” Edwards said. “We asked for access and they gave it to us, but we still have concerns.”

Edwards said the functionality of the one-way alley is one of those concerns: “It’s still going to be a real issue, for sure.”

He also anticipates on-street parking availability for the bar’s customers to become limited once the apartments open. Construction of the development is slated to break ground by spring 2019, and Edwards expects another slew of issues to arise then, like the presence of construction trucks, fenced-off work areas, and noisy machinery. Edwards said he might consider changing the cafe’s hours to work around the construction schedule.

“We really won’t know anything until the buildings go up,” Edwards said. “It’ll be a trial-and-error process that will hopefully work out.”

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Harlan T. Bobo Returns to Memphis With a New Record

Harlan T. Bobo feels like pure Memphis to a lot music fans. His shows this week feel like a homecoming for many, including Harlan himself, though he’s not from Memphis, and he’s spent the past six years living in Perpignan, France, raising his son as his marriage gradually fell apart. Perhaps Memphis feels like home because this is where his voice was born, that wry perspective on love and self-sabotage that his first three albums convey so well.

His new LP on Goner Records, A History of Violence, is somewhat of a departure. What strikes the listener first is the band, now rocking harder, with a more sinister edge. His singing, while still seemingly perched on one’s ear in a confessional tone, is now addressing a world swirling around him more than the romantic entanglements of his earlier work. I sat down with him recently to try to understand these changes.

Memphis Flyer: It’s a pretty bleak bunch of songs. But I also sense an empathy there for down-on-their-luck characters. Which was almost a relief after seeing the cover.

Harlan T. Bobo: The cover picture’s of a woman in a band I travel with now and then, from Bordeaux. I thought the picture was so arresting. For me it captured the feel of the record really well. It was one of those old glass plate photographs, and the glass had broken. Nobody did that, the cracks were already there. I actually asked my ex-wife’s permission to use it. I said, “People are gonna think this is you.” People will automatically assume that it’s about her, but it’s not. Sure, a lot of the aggression and the frustration that was happening during the breakup is in there. But I only sing about her specifically twice.

The fact is, the record has very little to do my marriage. A couple songs are about that, but the rest of it is addressing something that’s disturbed me since childhood, and it’s that aggression wins, you know? It wins out on top of consideration for people, diplomacy, because all those things are very boring compared to the visceral excitation of aggression and violence. Even as a little kid, I just could not figure out why it is. And the place I live in now, it’s not violent like anything in America, but it’s very aggressive. and the way people raise their children and treat each other is really disturbing to me.

I can see how those questions have taken on a new urgency, raising your son and thinking about how aggression flows through generations.

Yeah, there’s a lot about raising children and passing this thing on. And it can be a sort of battle, between how much a kid’s gonna take from an aggressive side of the family, that’s addictive and exciting, and how much he’s gonna take from a parent talking to him, and the boring things.

This album’s less about you. You’re casting your eye out to other characters.

I think it’s just that I made enough records about my personal life. And maybe it’s just being a parent, it directs your attention outside yourself. That’s something I didn’t consciously do, but I did notice it after everything was coming together. I was like, “Oh, you’re not so freaking self absorbed on this one.” There’s actually social commentary on this one. So that’s progress, I think.

It’s hard to imagine replicating the sound of the band you use on the record (including players familiar to most Memphians, Jeff “Bunny” Dutton, Jeffery Bouck, Steve Selvidge, and Brendan Spengler), if you were to tour Europe.

Yeah. I don’t know what the difference is between rock-and-roll players in France compared to here, but it’s entirely different. You know, there are French bands that I like, and I’ve tried to play with these guys, but whatever I do has a very American feel to it. Like swing. I’ve noticed how loose some of these songs are. They sort of whip around. Those guys in France play a straight beat and it’s maddening. It loses its power.

With these Memphis guys, we only had two rehearsals before recording that record. But we’ve all played together in various other bands. It’s sort of my dream band. I actually tried recording this album in France. I had a band, we played together for a couple years. And they were fine replicating the older stuff. That’s kinda why I met them. But I knew what I wanted and I was not getting anywhere close with them. So I just eventually had to ditch it. They’re sending me emails now that they see the record’s out. [laughs]

Harlan T. Bobo and the Psychotic Lovers play Friday, June 15, at Bar DKDC, and Sunday, June 17, at the Levitt Shell.

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Ocean’s 8

What is the appeal of the heist movie? Is it about watching a supremely clever person concoct an elaborate plan, and then reveling in the OCD perfection when all the pieces click into place? Is it about the powerless getting one over on the powerful? Or is it all about the charisma of the criminal mastermind, a way for the audience to harmlessly indulge their need for a leader?

The history of heist pictures goes all the way back to the beginnings of American cinema, and they’ve always been popular. The Great Train Robbery held the record for highest grossing movie from 1903 until Birth of a Nation in 1915. It was also the subject of the first remake in history, when Edwin S. Porter’s original film was redone by Sigmund Lubin and released under the same title in the same year.

The only heist movie that’s been remade almost as often as The Great Train Robbery is Ocean’s 11. The original is a curious artifact: a massive vanity project put on by the Rat Pack as their Las Vegas decadence reached fever pitch. It’s not a great movie. Frank Sinatra is visibly distracted, while Martin is visibly drunk. It’s a bunch of celebrities cynically cashing in on their fame, best enjoyed by fans who are content just to look at their heroes.

Anne Hathaway and Helena Bonham Carter star in writer/director Gary Ross’ Ocean’s 8.

That’s one of the reasons Steven Soderbergh’s 2001 Ocean’s 11 remake was so surprising: It was actually a pretty good movie. Just as the original cemented the Rat Pack as the pre-eminent stars of the early 1960s, so too did Soderbergh’s Ocean’s 11 define the first batch of 21st-century superstars: George Clooney, Matt Damon, Brad Pitt, Don Cheadle, Bernie Mac, and Andy Garcia. Julia Roberts was the lone feminine presence to redeem the sausage fest.

Soderbergh took the barely-there plot of trying to rob a bunch of casinos at once and honed it to a razor edge. His editing was tight and cinematography outstanding. The 2001 Ocean’s 11 wasn’t just an object of fan admiration — although it unmistakably was on some level — but unambiguously good filmmaking. It’s trashy fun, but incredibly well executed.

A female driven remake was inevitable in the #MeToo era. The ragtag band of thieves camaraderie translates perfectly into the girl power moment, and high-powered talent agencies would love to see their clients put into the roles that women all over the world would imprint on. In the Sinatra/Clooney slot is Sandra Bullock as Debbie Ocean, the younger sister of Danny Ocean, who, we find out in the opening shots of the film, is dead. Probably.

The film gets off to a good start with Bullock faking sincerity in her parole hearing. She’s got the smooth prattle and irresistible charisma of the Ocean family down pat. Less than a day after being released from her five-year stint in the pen, she’s shoplifted a whole new wardrobe and fraudulently ensconced herself in a luxury hotel. Then, there’s the requisite gathering of the team: Lou (Cate Blanchett), a crooked New York nightclub owner; Amita (Mindy Kaling), a jeweler; Constance (Awkwafina) the pickpocket; a hacker known as Nine Ball (Rihanna); and Tammy (Sarah Paulson), a big time fence hiding out as a suburban mother of two. The plan, which Debbie came up with while in solitary confinement, is to steal a necklace called The Toussaint, valued at $150 million. To steal it, it has to be lured out into the open at the Met Gala, an annual, super ritzy fashion world party thrown by the Metropolitan Museum of Art. To do that, the gang targets Rose Weil (Helena Bonham Carter), a fashion designer drowning in debt, to convince superstar actress Daphne Kluger (Anne Hathaway) to use her clout to convince Cartier to let the necklace out of the vault so she can wear it for the party.

During the scenes inside the simulated Met Gala, Ocean’s 8 functions extremely well as lifestyle porn with a more propulsive plot than Fifty Shades of Grey. The actresses are rarely called upon to do much more than stand around and look cool, so heavy hitters like Blanchett and Paulson are out-cooled by a spliff-smoking Rihanna. In that way, Ocean’s 8 is much more like the 1960 Ocean’s 11 than the 2001 version. Unfortunately, director Gary Ross fundamentally lacks the Soderbergh snap that was on display in last year’s Logan Lucky. But if you’re just in it to look at some of the best actresses in the business pal around for a frothy summer treat, Ocean’s 8 will do just fine.

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Survival Guide: Eight Ways to Help You Get Through a Memphis Summer

How to Beat Mosquitos

Nothing bums out a backyard beer like mosquitos. Heat and humidity? Dress light and drink cold. You’re a Memphian. It’s part of the package. But biting bugs — literally sucking your blood — it’s enough to inspire your inner indoorsman.  

But what works — really works — to get rid of them?

The Shelby County Health Department preaches the four “Ds.” Defend with DEET. Dress in long pants and sleeves. Avoid dusk and dawn (when mosquitos are most active). Drain standing water. 

That last “D” — draining water — is the number one way experts say you can snuff skeeters. That’s where they lay their eggs. Tyler Zerwekh, administrator of the Environmental Health Services Bureau of the Shelby County Health Department, says all mosquitos need is an eighth of an inch of water. So, even an overturned bottle cap will do.  “When we do our inspections, we’re looking for standing water: flower pots, bird baths, dog bowls,” Zerwekh says.

Zerwekh and other experts say you should also cut high grass and any other overgrowth around your house. Swamp angels feed on plant nectar (when not feasting on your life blood) so they’ll swarm to any place with vegetation. They also like overgrown places just to get out of the sun. Get rid of the habitat, get rid of the mosquitos.

As for bug spray, Zerwekh recommends anything with DEET. Other products may work, but nothing like DEET. And Zerwekh said the percentage doesn’t really matter. Any DEET will keep mosquitos at bay, the percentage — much like sunblock SPF — speaks more to re-application times than it does potency. A mosquito won’t know the difference between 15 percent and 30 percent, for example. But you’ll have to re-apply the 15 more often.

Since the Zika-virus threat in 2016, the number of companies that will spray your yard for mosquitos has exploded, according to the American Mosquito Control Association. Root out jackleg operators by asking for licenses or certifications, according to Consumer Reports. Ask if they have plans to protect non-target species and ask if they’ll come back to ensure their spray has worked (pros will say yes to and explain all of this).

Home stores will also sell you many flavors of DIY yard sprays. Check labels to see which have been approved by the Environmental Protection Agency (because they check for the product’s effectiveness). Zerwekh said he sprays his yard with a Cutter brand spray.

Want to go all natural? A good old fan is sometimes enough to keep the wretched creatures at bay. Some things that don’t work: most “natural” repellents, those wristbands and ultrasonic devices, clip-on fans, and most citronella candles, according to Consumer Reports. — Toby Sells

How To Throw an Inexpensive Summer Party

How do you throw a summer party for 50 to 100 people and not blow your budget on food and drink?

First, start with my sangria. I got the recipe from The New York Times back in the 1970s. You mix five bottles of cheap red wine, five one-liter bottles of club soda, 12 oranges, 12 lemons, five cups of brandy, and enough sugar to sweeten.

Lisa Getske, owner of Lisa’s Lunchbox, suggests salmon as the centerpiece dish for a big party. “It can be done in the oven, you can do it on your stove top in a skillet, or you can put it on a grill,” she says. “It’s so easy. It’s just fresh salmon, and I like to put brown sugar on top. For each five-ounce piece of salmon, maybe a quarter cup. Then maybe drizzle about two tablespoons of fresh honey on there. And then I squeeze either lemon or lime. If I’m doing it in the oven, probably put some aluminum foil over the top of the pan and cook at 350 degrees for 20 to 25 minutes.”

One whole salmon will feed 10 people, so adjust accordingly.

Alyce Mantia, former owner of Mantia’s International Foods, suggests Italian Porchetta, which she makes with a pork shoulder. “You mix together rosemary and sage,” she says. “I usually put orange peel in mine and some garlic the night before. Just poke holes in it all over and stuff it in there. Then stick it in the fridge.”

The day of the party, Mantia says you should let it sit for for an hour or so and then “cook it covered, low and slow” in a 300-degree oven for 40 minutes per pound. You could also do it on the grill if you’ve got one with a cover. One pork shoulder will serve about 20 people. They tend to run about eight pounds. The recipe can be found on Mantia’s blog, mantias.blogspot.com.

Mantia recommends roasted potatoes and fresh vegetables such as asparagus as sides. — Michael Donahue

How to Play Cheap Golf —
and Stay Cool

Memphis’ summer heat can diminish the enthusiasm of even the most dedicated golfer. If the prospect of plunking down $50 to spend four hours in the broiling sun has you re-thinking your Saturday foursome plans, here’s a suggestion: Remember the Alamo!

Well, not really. But don’t forget about The Links at Davy Crockett. It’s a city-owned course at the far north end of Hollywood Street in deepest Frayser. It’s densely wooded, meaning you’re mostly playing in the shade. (And if you’ve got an erratic tee shot, you’ll spend even more time in the shade — looking for your ball.)

But here’s the best part: It’s $11 for all the golf you can play. With cart. The official weekday rate is $16 for 18 holes, which is still cheap, but the last few times I’ve been out there, that amazing $11 all-you-can-golf rate was in effect.

Now, I’m not going to pretend that Davy Crockett offers a high-end golf experience. You won’t see a lot of guys in expensive, wick-dry, pastel polos and white pants. The cart paths are … rustic; the asphalt buckles over a tree root here and there. The greens can be a little bumpy and dry, depending on which hole you’re playing. And, as I said, if you don’t hit it straight, plan on spending some quality time communing with nature.

But, that said, the people in the pro shop are friendly, the beer is cheap, and there’s a diverse community of regulars who make the place a fun golf destination. Best of all is the layout, which for my money is the most interesting track in Memphis, with big elevation changes, old-forest oaks and hickories lining every fairway, and abundant wildlife, including deer, foxes, coyotes, groundhogs, and other critters.

Plus, there are no condos, no nearby streets, and no traffic noise. When you’re playing Davy Crockett, you’re in the woods. It’s a beautiful spot, really.

And for $11, you don’t feel guilty if you decide to stop after 15 holes — or 23 holes. Or whatever. This ain’t the Memphis Country Club, dude. It’s Davy Crockett. Remember? — Bruce VanWyngarden

How to Grow Food in the Heat

Memphis is a gardener’s town, and the summer bounty from homes, farms, and community gardens can bring a cornucopia of tomatoes, okra, and squash. But the Mid-South also presents its own challenges. Once temperatures rise to 95 degrees or more, tomatoes won’t put on fruit. Pests make organic squash nigh-impossible. And for many, summer lettuce is out of the question.

Ray Tyler, co-owner of Rose Creek Farms near Selmer, has tackled the problem of summer lettuce for years, and he’s just released a free eBook, The Top Five Secrets for Growing Lettuce Year Round, spelling out his methods in five steps. First, pick your seed varieties wisely. “We favor Batavian hybrids and Salanova over many other varieties,” he writes. “In particular we like Muir and Cherokee for crispheads and the green and red sweet crisp Salanova varieties.” Second, Tyler recommends starting your seeds using the do-it-yourself containers at germchamber.com: Seeds must be cool if you hope to start new plants through the season.

Third, “harden off” your plants. “We set the trays outside 4-5 days before planting to get them acclimated to the sun and wind,” writes Tyler, adding that “this allows them to start growing as soon as they get planted.” Lettuce must grow fast to stay sweet. Fourth, water your lettuce daily, using sprinklers for cooling and soaker hoses for the roots. Finally, use shade cloths for the first two weeks of growth, cooling the plants during early growth. After that, give them full sun or they’ll get leggy, but keep cooling with those sprinklers. Judging by the lush lettuces sold year-round by Rose Creek, following these steps will make the summer months your salad days.

Chris Cosby, a former senior manager at the Memphis Botanic Gardens before pursuing permaculture design and education for Plants Plus People, outlines a broader approach. Work with the seasons, not against them. “Squash vine borers [moths] show up just when the first squash is fruiting. Their life cycle is keyed to a June appearance, and the easiest way to get around that is to not plant until August.” Crop selection can make all the difference as well. “Sweet potatoes are a good hot weather green. The key to sweet potatoes is keeping the vines trimmed, which is easy, because we just eat those greens.” By fall, you’ll have a bounty of the root crop as well.

Cosby recommends one last thing: napping. “We need more of a siesta culture here. People should relax a little bit. The summer’s a really good time to observe what’s happening in the garden. I mostly grow aromatic herbs this time of year. Change up your summer activities completely so you’re ready to go in the fall. With fall gardening, I’m making more nutrient-rich food in larger quantities that tastes better, with less work.” — Alex Greene

How to hack Your Patio

You’re not doing summer right if you aren’t spending lazy evenings lounging on a patio. Your patio might be a two-star destination now, but with a little bit of work and a few Pintresting DIY hacks, you can see it transform right before your eyes.

Skip the premade furniture sets and take a deep dive into the magical world of doing it yourself. Here are some quick tips for transforming your patio into a five-star oasis.

I hope you like scavenger hunts, because all DIY projects require some looking in unexpected places for reusable treasures, like tires, for example. They’re not hard to find; just look on the side of most roads. Pick up two, then grab some rubber glue, spray paint, and artificial turf from a hardware store.

Paint the tires and cut the turf into a circle to fit the circumference of the tire. Then glue the tires together and the patch of turf on top of them. Bam, you have a multi-purpose piece of furniture that can serve as both an ottoman and a table.

Benches can also be made with a minimum amount of materials and labor. All you need are four eight-foot-long four-by-fours and six cinder blocks. You can find both at any home improvement store or a used-lumber yard. Add some paint to the wood and blocks (or leave them as is if you’re into the rustic look). Line the cinder blocks up in two stacks, separated by the length of the wood. Slide the wood through the holes on each side, and voila! you have a bench. For comfort, add a bench cushion and a few outdoor pillows.

Now for the fun stuff: greenery, lights, and whatever else your heart desires: Succulents, like cacti, thrive in the summer and can add colorful character to your outdoor space. And instead of housing your plants in pots, try something unconventional, like coffee cups or tennis ball cans.

Finally, set the mood by draping a few strings of Christmas lights over your patio. Now, sit back, relax, grab a beer, and admire your hard work. — Maya Smith

How to Get to a Shady Spot

for $5

I’m sure I’ve read sadder words than the ones displayed on the screen of Explore Bike Share’s vending station in Overton Park, but as the sun beat down and the sweat dripped into my eyes, I sure couldn’t think of anything more upsetting than, “Kiosk unavailable.” This is a brand-new service, how could it possibly be broken already? I’m getting ahead of myself, let me back up.

It was 95 degrees on the scorcher of a Sunday afternoon when I decided it was time to rent a bike and go searching for the shadiest spot in town. I have my own bike, but wondered if the added transportation and exercise options Memphis’ new bike share service provides might be a game-changer, particularly for an active family of four with a car rack that only accommodates three bikes.

The first thing I’d need to do is find a bike station. There’s an app for that, but with 600 bikes and 60 stations I figured I’d just hop in the car and drive till I didn’t need to drive around anymore. My first stop was the broken Overton Park kiosk. Thankfully, the kiosk isn’t necessary if you have a smart phone with the bike share app, which I strongly advise downloading (bcycle.com/app). Otherwise, a single ride costs $5 and the rental process is pretty intuitive. In no time I was two-wheeling it toward the darkest parts of the old forest — just not very fast.

While there are a number of gears, the Explore bike only seemed to have two real speeds: Easy to peddle and slow and harder to peddle and only a little faster. I was already feeling a little fatigued by the time I passed through the park’s eastern gate to the old forest, where the sun disappears, the temperature drops, and oxygen is abundant.

Memphis is more forested than the average city, and from the greenline to Shelby Farms, there are plenty of opportunities to get out of the sun and ride. But few of those rides have ever felt as restorative to me as a swing through the old forest. As I hit my first downhill run, and a breeze smacked me full in the face, I started to think, “Hey, this may not ride as comfortably as my bike, but it’s not so bad.” Five miles later, I returned my bike to its station, and by that time I’d both cooled off, and warmed to the ride. I don’t think the service will ever replace my personal bike, but in a city with poor transit options, I could certainly see the $120 year-long pass as a reasonable option for someone with a modest commute. And, should you find yourself in need of some shade fast (or faster than foot travel, anyway), there are worse ways to spend a hot summer afternoon. — Chris Davis

How to Host a Hog Roast

In her memoir Blood, Bones & Butter, New York chef Gabrielle Hamilton opens with an anecdote of an annual party for 200 her parents held on the grounds of their home in Pennsylvania. The party was an elaborate lamb roast. An eight-foot pit was dug, the kids sleeping next to it overnight to feed the fire. Her father acted as stage manager; her mother, impossibly chic in a skirt and heels, got shit done.  

All day long we did our chores, the smell of gamey lamb, apple-wood smoke, and rosemary garlic marinade commingled and became etched into our brains. I have clung to it for thirty years, that smell. I have a chronic summertime yearning to build large fires outdoors and slowly roast whole animals. I could sit fireside and baste until sundown. Hiss. Hiss. Hiss.

The pit, the kids as sentry, the mom in her skirt and heels, the hiss, hiss, hiss all spelled romance to me, a smoky idyll. But, deep in my heart, I know this: It sounds like a lot of trouble.

It is, cheerfully admits chef Nick Scott. Scott, a partner in Alchemy, Interim, and the butchery City Block Salumeria, began holding hog roasts for his crews when he worked at Bluefin. Instead of a pit, he uses smoker boxes. One, La Caja China, he bought online, a wooden box lined with galvanized steel, on wheels.

The first thing one should do, he says, is brine the pig in a combination of salt, sugar, garlic, apple juice, and bay leaves. Then place it skin side down with a grate placed over it. A barrel with coals, acting as sort of a chimney, is placed on the box. The pig is cooked for four hours, then flayed, turned over, and put back in the box.

Scott describes the roast as a great coming together of restaurant types with beer drinking and jockeying to break down the pig. Everyone brings a side dish.

Scott recommends roasters get plenty of sleep in the days before the roast, as you’ll be up all night feeding the fire. He notes that just about anything can go in the box — goats, chickens, vegetables.

“I love the process of it and getting together and hanging out,” says Scott.

Scott’s recent projects have kept him from holding the roast in the past few years, but he plans on bringing it back. Y’all hold him to it. — Susan Ellis

How To Stay Cool Without Losing Your Cool

As spring runs its course and the thermometer creeps upward, you try to make a game of it: How long can you go without turning on your air conditioner? One year we made it all the way to June, but it seems like it’s getting hotter, faster every year. Soon, it’s time for some AC. You flip the thermostat switch to “cool” and let the techno-magic happen.

By mid-afternoon, the house is just a little hotter than it should be. No big deal. The unit is old. It’ll be okay. Within a week, it’s too obvious to ignore. The unit is not keeping up. You got an HVAC guy. Shoot him a text. No response. It’s a busy time of year for HVAC guys, with everyone discovering that their broke-ass compressors aren’t up to snuff.

Your neighbor’s got a guy: The Compressor Whisperer. After only a couple of days, he shows up — tall, confident, with a tool belt hanging on his hip at a jaunty, virile angle. He cracks open the AC and digs around. Everything’s going to be fine.

The Whisperer emerges shaking his head. Everything is not fine, he says. It’s not quite dead, but your AC is going toward the light.

Can’t you do something, anything to save it? No. Then, the dreaded words: “Total replacement.”

You rant and scream: WHY HAVE THE GODS OF COOLING FORSAKEN ME? What have I done to deserve this?

Deserve’s got nothing to do with it, says the Whisperer. Your system has succumbed to entropy, as one day, we all will.

You wake up from fitful, sweaty sleep in a fog. The fact of hotness outweighs everything. Techs, salesmen, and “comfort specialists” roam through your home. Did you invite them? It’s hard to recall. Panic rises as each estimate comes in less affordable than the last. You explore financing options with disembodied voices on the phone. The fact that the owners of the voices are sitting in an air conditioned call center makes you seethe with rage.

You visit the city’s museums, take long coffee-shop meetings, wander around big box stores for things you won’t buy. How did people live before air conditioning? George Washington never had it. Lewis and Clark would have scoffed at you. You wouldn’t have lasted a week back then.

You find yourself standing in the beer cave in a Midtown convenience store. It’s freezing. You carefully consider your choices, slowly scratching your chin in a “hmmmm” fashion. You don’t even like beer. The cashier is starting to stare at you. She’s going to kick you out if you don’t buy something soon.

How do you stay cool while keeping your cool? You don’t. You can’t.

— Chris McCoy

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Shelby County Remains a Beehive of Political Activity

The pending visit to The Orpheum on Friday by former Vice President (and possible 2020 presidential candidate) Joe Biden for his “American Promise” tour highlights what continues to be a busy election season.

Republican gubernatorial candidate  Randy Boyd last week underscored the importance of Shelby County in his election campaign by making the county the site of two different stops on his current 95-county bus tour of the state.
Boyd kicked off his bus tour in Millington on Monday, and after making several stops elsewhere in West Tennessee, returned to Shelby County on Saturday for a meet-and-greet lunch in the Collierville town square. Among the several Shelby County officials at the affair, either as backers for Boyd or as courtesy visitors, were County Commissioner David Reaves of Bartlett, Mayor Mike Palazzolo of Germantown, Germantown Alderman Mary Ann Gibson, trustee and county mayor candidate David Lenoir, former county Mayor Jim Rout, state Representative Mark White, and, serving as master of ceremonies for the occasion, Shelby County Mayor Mark Luttrell.

Boyd, who went on to make a day of it in Shelby County, attending the FedEx St. Jude golf tournament and the Germantown Horse Show, noted that he had taken no salary while serving as director for economic development under Governor Bill Haslam. Boyd promised not to do so as governor, either, unless, as he jested, “some of you who have Invisible Fence stop purchasing new batteries, in which case I may need to renegotiate.”
Boyd, one of several independently wealthy candidates for governor, made his fortune as the inventor and vendor of Invisible Fence, which establishes electronic barriers for domestic pets. 
David Weatherspoon, who held the latest version of his “listening tour” at Cheffie’s Restaurant on High Point Terrace on Monday, is expecting to get an earful — and maybe a bagful — of support from members of Shelby County’s health-care community at a June 26th fund-raiser scheduled for Germantown Country Club.

Among the hosts for the affair are Gary and Glenda Shorb, Meri Armour, Ed Barnett, Richard Glassman and Susan Lawless-Glassman, David and Julie Richardson, Nadeem Shafi, Kip and Martha Frizzell, Charles and Kalyna Hanover, Melody Cunningham, and Michael Rohrer.

Weatherspoon, whose campaign treasurer is Ed Roberson, the erstwhile director of Christ Community Health Centers, has made support for Medicaid expansion (“a no-brainer decision”) a key point in his campaign for the District 31 state Senate seat now held by Republican Brian Kelsey (as, for that matter, has Gabby Salinas, the other Democrat running in the forthcoming Democratic primary of August 2nd).

Kelsey is a sworn opponent of former President Obama’s Affordable Care Act and its Medicare-expansion component, and was the sponsor of legislation requiring approval by both chambers of the General Assembly’s Republican super-majority before expansion could take place, dooming Insure Tennessee, the state’s variant of the plan. The rejection, according to Weatherspoon, has cost Tennessee $4 billion in federal funding and contributed to the closure of 10 community hospitals.

• Headquarters Openings: Two candidates drew large crowds for opening new headquarters last week. Democratic county mayor nominee Lee Harris set up at 2127 Central Avenue on Friday, and a Memphis headquarters was established at in the Highland Strip by the campaign of former Governor Phil Bredesen, now a Democratic candidate for the U.S. Senate.

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Editorial Opinion

Trump: No Longer “Leader of the Free World”

Typically, we use this space to consider matters of local importance — a term whose scope will stretch statewide, as cases dictate. But there is no mistaking that we belong to the national and world communities, as well, and from time to time, events in those larger spheres necessarily dominate in our consciousness. Such a moment is upon us now, when the national leader elected in 2016 is busily out and about remaking the guidelines we live by.

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Donald Trump

It has become something of a cliche for pundits to observe that President Trump is effecting drastic changes in an international order that has persisted for the 70-odd years since the end of World War Two, with the United States at the head of that order and the arbiter of its principles. Trump, with his election as president of the United States, inherited with that office the title of “leader of the free world.” In the wake of the president’s purposeful disruption at last week’s meeting of the G-7 nations in Canada, it appears necessary to question the continuing relevance of the term to the office. It is difficult to function as the leader of a concord, when you a) challenge its premises and disturb its coherence, as Trump did when he arrived at the G-7 summit late and with conspicuous casualness; b) while there, comport yourself insultingly and argumentatively vis-a-vis the representatives of the other nations; and c) depart early, leaving unresolved quarrels in your wake, openly launching trade wars against the other G-7 nations, and refusing to sign on to the ritual communique which, whatever its specific language, essentially merely says, “we are together.”

The fact is, the United States is no longer “together” with its associates in the post-war international order — not with the aforesaid “free world” component of it and not with the larger tribunal of the United Nations, where, for the first time ever, the U.S. representative failed to get a single co-sponsor for a major resolution. This one attempted to fix the blame entirely on the Palestinian side for the wholesale deaths in the Gaza strip of demonstrators who were fired upon as they protested the moving of the United States embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem.

This tragedy stems essentially from the go-it-alone impulse that spurred Trump, for evident domestic political reasons, to dispense with cautions honored for generations and, with no Mid-East settlement at hand, to tread clumsily and arbitrarily on the diplomatic realm’s most high-voltage third rail.

Meanwhile, the president, on his way to North Korea for the “honor” of what could turn out to be no more than a photo op with that nation’s dictator, has issued a call for the re-admission to what would thereby become an enlarged G-8 of Russia, whose authoritarian ruler, Vladimir Putin, he also honors. This, despite Russia’s continued subjugation of the neighbor nation of Ukraine and its documented attempts to sabotage the Democratic process both here and in Western Europe.

It’s worse than going it alone. Call it what you will, but it’s obvious Trump is more comfortable buddying up with the world’s bad boys than creating accord with our traditional allies. It’s a high-wire adventure in which we are unavoidably trapped, unless the GOP Congress musters enough courage to do something about it.

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Memphis Pets of the Week (June 14-20)

Each week, the Flyer will feature adoptable dogs and cats from Memphis Animal Services. All photos are credited to Memphis Pets Alive. More pictures can be found on the Memphis Pets Alive Facebook page.

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Food & Drink Hungry Memphis

Salt/Soy to Debut Downtown

Michael Donahue

Nick Scott, second from left, was among the participating chefs at the June 8 Le Bon Apetit fundraiser.

Nick Scott and sushi will reunite when Salt/Soy debuts June 29th at 409 South Main food court for a pop-up dinner.

Scott, a former executive chef and, later, general manager at Bluefin, is chef/owner of Salt/Soy, which will open as a restaurant in mid-July.

He came up with the concept about a year ago. “It’ll be a sushi/raw bar,” he said. “We’re going to do dinner for the pop-up, but going into the place, we are going to do lunch and dinner.” It’s set to open in mid-July.

Asked why he decided to return to Japanese cuisine after so many years, Scott said, “I’m spoiled rotten and I’m used to eating great sushi. Selfishly, I wanted to do it. But I feel there’s a void there.

“We’ll offer not a crazy expensive sushi bar, but very quality-driven. We’ll also do ceviche and raw bar stuff and small plates and omakase (Japanese tasting menu).”

Scott still will wear his other hats. “I’m still chef/owner at Interim. I’ll still be there. I’m basically going to trade out the beginning of the week. And plan on doing omakase dinners down there (Salt/Soy), monthly wine dinners at Interim and monthly butcher dinners at Alchemy.

“I’m bouncing around, but I’m going to be cooking everywhere.”


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From My Seat Sports

Redbirds Roll as Roster Revolves

Roster churn is a way of life in Triple-A baseball.

The 2017 Memphis Redbirds won a franchise-record 91 games and the Pacific Coast League (PCL) championship despite suiting up 62 players over the course of the five-month season. (The active-roster limit in Triple-A is 25 players, just like the major leagues.)

That said, the 2018 Redbirds have become essentially an extension of the St. Louis Cardinals’ maligned bullpen. Still three weeks shy of the big-league season’s midpoint, nine pitchers have taken the mound for both Memphis and St. Louis this year. Redbirds manager Stubby Clapp and pitching coach Dernier Orozco spend a portion of their pregame routine evaluating that night’s bullpen options, starting with who, exactly, is in that bullpen for the next nine innings.

Stubby Clapp and Oscar Mercado

“A lot of it is scripted,” says Clapp, “depending on who we’ve used the last couple of days. What’s the situation if things blow up on us? Going through that before the game paints a picture for us. [Roster fluctuation] is what this level is about. I understand this now more than I ever did as a player. Sometimes you wish you could have something more consistent, but that’s not the nature of the beast here. I take what I get, and we go play.”

Even with the bullpen carousel, the Redbirds find themselves leading their division of the PCL with a record (38-26) almost identical to the same stage last season (39-25). Holdovers like third-baseman Patrick Wisdom, shortstop Wilfredo Tovar, and infielder Alex Mejia have helped retain the culture of winning, even as the club has fallen a notch in the hitting department. (The Redbirds batted .278 as a team in 2017 but this year are hitting .265 through Sunday.)

“Different characters, different egos, different personalities to handle,” says Clapp when asked about any adjustments he’s found himself making in his second year managing at this level. “Last year we had a lot of young, hungry guys, who could smell their opportunity. This year, we have those young and hungry guys back with experience, and we have to handle that dynamic: When am I gonna get my call?”

Originally projected to play centerfield in Memphis, Harrison Bader received a promotion to St. Louis before Opening Day when Cardinal infielder Jedd Gyorko landed on the disabled list. That merely opened a slot for 23-year-old Oscar Mercado, a midseason candidate for the team’s player of the year. In his first season at Triple-A, Mercado has hit .311, and leads the team with 44 runs and 13 stolen bases.

“He had to learn the league a little bit,” says Clapp. “Pitchers aren’t just going to give in to you. He’s learning the catchers, when he can run, when he can’t run. And he’s not forcing opportunities. He’s already got a mature presence about him in the clubhouse.”

Second-baseman Max Schrock — acquired in the December trade that sent Stephen Piscotty to Oakland — has been another seamless addition to the winning ways at AutoZone Park.

“Schrockie wants to put a good foot forward, this being his first year in the organization,” says Clapp. “He’s quiet, goes about his business . . . just plays. If you don’t pay attention, you’ll miss what he does.”

The 2017 PCL Manager of the Year deflects any notion that his presence has helped keep the Redbirds aloft. Clapp emphasizes a philosophy that’s as simple as it is profound for a team of players one phone call from their childhood dreams: “Make sure everybody gets enough playing time, and that they know they’re part of the big-league equation.”

When the Redbirds lost eight of eleven games in May, cracks of tension may have formed in a clubhouse so accustomed to winning. But Clapp didn’t allow it.

“Last year was not the norm,” he emphasizes. “This is more of a normal season. Keep your heads up and keep rolling. They did.”