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Then Came Two Horsemen

The Book of Revelation is the final text of the New Testament and contains one apocalyptic passage after another, none more famous than the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.  Revelation ‒ because of its almost exclusive use of symbols ‒ is one of the most commented upon books of the New Testament and engenders multiple and differing interpretations.  The Eastern Orthodox Church remains skeptical about Revelation and does not read from it during the church year, a position that strikes me as prudent given the nonsense that is regularly bandied about concerning Revelation’s “symbols.”  For example, there are many who identify the “Harlot” or the “Whore of Babylon” riding the “Beast” as the Roman Catholic Church.  Those individuals apparently have no knowledge of geography.  When Revelation was written, the author understood that the City of Babylon had existed in present day Iraq and that St. Peter’s Rome was, even then, in Italy.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are often identified as Pestilence, War, Famine and Death.  The Four Horsemen are standard features of religious dispute (who is the First Horseman ‒ Christ or the Antichrist?).  They even once appeared in what may be the best lede in American sports writing history (reprinted at end).

Most of us are now “sheltering in place” because both Pestilence and Death have arrived – not only at our doorstep – but at the world’s doorstep.  The world has not seen anything like the present Covid-19 pandemic since the Spanish flu of 1918.  Because of the omnipresence of television and the Internet, the details of COVID-19 are better known than was the case with the Spanish flu.  The naming of the 1918 pandemic did not accurately identify the original source of the virus which may have been an embarkation site for World War I troops at Fort Riley, Kansas, where the first case was reported.  From there, it was likely introduced into Europe by American soldiers joining World War I.

Why the “Spanish flu” instead of the “Kansas flu”?  This probably occurred because Spanish journalists first reported on it as Spain was a neutral nation in World War I and its journalists were not censored.

Even given the grim current death toll and future prognostications with respect to COVID-19, society’s ability to deal with this virus is considerably improved over what was available in 1918.  However, both then and now, there was not a protective vaccine.

Over 675,000 Americans died as a result of the Spanish flu and the worldwide death toll was 20-50 million, greatly in excess of those killed in World War I.  To place this in perspective, the American population in 1918 was 30% of its current number.  Hence, if COVID-19 were to kill the same percentage of Americans as the Spanish flu did, the death count would be more than 2,000,000 people. 

A short while ago, it was estimated that 100,000 to 200,000 Americans would die from Covid-19 but the current projection is 60,000.  This is still a staggering number and the numbers do not tell the pain and suffering caused by a single death to friends and family left behind.

In the midst of it all, what are we to do?  We are saturated with news on COVID-19.  Every daily newspaper story relates to it; the networks and cable stations are consumed by it; the Internet is filled with do’s and don’ts.  Normally, in times like these, we turn to the “experts” to learn how to muddle through.  But what if the experts either don’t know or change their minds?

In the New York Times of April 7, 2020, Ross Douthat published an opinion piece entitled “In the Fog of Coronavirus, There Are No Experts”.  The gist of the column was that the “experts” have not been reliable ‒ ranging from the World Health Organization (WHO), which was politically motivated in providing false and misleading information ‒ to our own Centers for Disease Control (CDC), which seems to have had more misses than hits.  Given this, Douthat wrote that each person was on his or her own, although it was clear that quarantines were the only thing that seemed to work both now and in the past.

Dr. Anthony Fauci, the Director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases since 1984, has been a consistent voice of reason to the American public.  He has tamped down expectations for the immediate delivery of the vaccine and has cautioned that, while the administration of anti-malarial medicine may help, it comes with risks and has not been adequately tested.  Dr. Fauci received the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation’s highest civilian honor, from President George W. Bush in 2008 as witness to his exemplary life (see Fauci for a picture of the ceremony and the President’s words.)

What worked in the past?  When the Spanish flu hit, there was no Dr. Fauci.  Antibiotics did not exist.  It would not be until the 1930s that a microscope could “see” a virus.  There were no pharmaceutical interventions.  So tried and true methods going back centuries had to be employed:  masks, banning large gatherings, closing places of public accommodation, quarantines.  Unlike COVID-19, there was no gestation period.  A healthy young person would experience a first symptom like a cough and be dead within 24 hours.  In October 1918 alone, 185,000 Americans died and a disproportionate number were young healthy people.

The national response was misleading and was informed by the support for the war effort which discouraged “bad news.”  While there was not censorship, the press pretty much fell into line as did the public health leaders who indicated that it was just a common form of influenza.  Surgeon General Rupert Blue said “there is no cause for alarm if proper precautions are observed.” 

The proactive responses were local and haphazard.  St. Louis experienced a death rate many times less than Philadelphia.  The difference:  St. Louis immediately outlawed gatherings of more than 20 and closed public venues within two days of its first death.  Philadelphia did this as well but not until much later in the game and not until a patriotic parade attended by 200,000 people had occurred.  St. Louis suffered 1/8 of the deaths which occurred in Philadelphia.  San Francisco required the use of masks and its death rates were substantially less that other cities. Seattle required masks as well (1918 pandemic).

So, in sum, non-pharmaceutical responses slowed the spread of the virus.  World War I ended on November 11, 1918 and, as everyone returned home, the Spanish flu lost its carriers.  Then, sometime in 1919, it was gone as those infected had either died or developed immunity.

The lessons from 1918 seem to be the same that we are hearing daily.  Wash your hands, wear a mask, avoid gatherings in public venues, self-quarantine and the like.  A hundred years later, we are well ahead of the game because of the advances in medical treatment.

But as serious as it is, it is sobering to contemplate that COVID-19 is not remotely close to what the world faced with the Spanish flu.

“The Four Horsemen” by Grantland Rice

Outlined against a blue-gray October sky, the Four Horsemen rode again.  In dramatic lore they are known as Famine, Pestilence, Destruction and Death.  These are only aliases.  Their real names are Stuhldreher, Miller, Crowley and Layden.  They formed the crest of the South Bend cyclone before which another fighting Army football team was swept over the precipice at the Polo Grounds yesterday afternoon as 55,000 spectators peered down on the bewildering panorama spread on the green plain below.

New York Herald Tribune, 18 October 1924

Adults Say And Do The Darndest Things

Art Linkletter, who died in 2010, popularized the television talk show known as “Kids Say The Darndest Things.”  One of his favorites was when he asked a young boy what his mother did.  The reply:  “She does a little housework but then spends most of the day reading the racing form.”

For 41 years, I lobbied in the Maryland General Assembly and I think it’s safe to say that it’s not only kids who say and do the darndest things.  For those unfamiliar with the activities of state legislatures, let this be a short primer.  Most state legislatures meet during the winter months and Maryland is no exception.  Its Session starts on the second Wednesday of January and ends 90 consecutive calendar days thereafter which means that it sometimes ends near Easter (Easter can occur anywhere from March 22 until April 25 and, for those interested about the timing of Easter, it is explained at the end of this post).

In the years I lobbied, anywhere from 2500 to 3500 individual items of legislation were filed each year.  On most days there were committee hearings to consider the bills and the hearings would normally start at 1:00 PM and could last until midnight, although that was atypical.  For almost every bill there were proponents and opponents who would appear to testify.  From a people watching point of view, there is nothing like the legislature as hundreds of people, even thousands, appear on any particular day to hold rallies, press conferences and the like.  It really is better than the circus and just as entertaining.

I think it is fair to say that there was more entertainment in my “early” years as the legislature had far more colorful characters than now.  The present crew tends to be deadly serious, convinced of its own importance and really not much fun.  Gratefully, there are notable exceptions.  But most everything recounted here occurred during the 1980s.

The Arrest of The Easter Bunny

One year the General Assembly Session was ending near Easter, and a Delegate convinced a man dressed up as the Easter Bunny to join a session of the House of Delegates and distribute candy to the 141 members.  The Delegate had discovered the Easter Bunny on a nearby street as he had been hired by a local business to encourage pedestrians to step inside the store.

The Easter Bunny proceeded to enter the chamber but without the knowledge of the House Speaker who was infuriated by the prank.  He banged the gavel repeatedly and demanded that the state troopers arrest the Easter Bunny who was then arrested and would plead that he was only doing what a duly elected representative asked him to do.

The Case of the Missing Bill

In the late 1970s through the 1980s, there was a very successful lobbyist for the service station dealers of Maryland.  His name was Vic Rasheed.  Australian by birth, he was so successful in Maryland that he was selected for the national job in Washington DC.

At that time, the national oil companies were the enemies of many which made Rasheed’s job all the easier.  He had commanding majorities in each committee which considered his bills although he had a few enemies as well.  There can be a certain arrogance when delivered with an Australian accent and, in Rasheed, it was on full display.  Rasheed seemed to believe that his success was all about him without acknowledging that he was just riding a wave.

Sometime in the early 1980s, Rasheed was in the process of passing yet another bill.  The last day is called “Sine Die” and consists of round-the-clock voting on hundreds of bills.  Any bill which does not receive a final vote by midnight on “Sine Die” does not take effect.

Rasheed’s bill had received a technical amendment in the House of Delegates at approximately 8:00 PM on “Sine Die.”  The Senate was waiting for a perfunctory approval vote on the amendment but then the bill “got lost.”  An anti-Rasheed Delegate had approached the House desk officer who was in charge of sending the bill to the Senate and asked if he could assist as he was on his way to the Senate anyway.  The desk officer agreed and the Delegate then proceeded toward the Senate but stopped and sat down in an office in the hallway between the House and Senate chambers.  Underneath him was Rasheed’s bill.

The parliamentary rule is that the bill must be physically in the chamber before it could be voted on and Rasheed’s bill was not in the Senate chamber.  This did not occur to either the Senate sponsor of the bill or Rasheed until approximately 10:00 PM as the delay was ascribed to the normal pandemonium of “Sine Die” when hundreds of bills are struggling to survive by midnight.

By 10:00 PM, both the Senate sponsor of the bill and Rasheed were pacing the hallway between the House of Delegates and the Senate trying to find the bill.  The House Clerk could only tell them that her record showed that the bill passed and had been dispatched to the Senate.  After midnight at some point, Rasheed spied his legislative opponent sitting in the office off the hallway.  An infuriated Rasheed screamed at the Delegate:  “Smith, who are you screwing in the clerk’s office.”  Smith – with a Cheshire cat grin ‒ stood up, held the bill up to Rasheed’s face and said: “Only you Rasheed, only you!”

Bills to Protect Minorities

Today, there are any number of bills to protect members of discrete and insular minorities ranging from people of color to LBGTQ individuals.

In the 1980s, certain idiosyncratic groups and individuals were more typically targeted.

Randy Newman sang a top 10 song called “Short People” which infuriated a height challenged delegate from Baltimore who filed a bill making the playing of that song illegal in Maryland.

And then there was the bill declaring that Clayton Moore was the “true” Lone Ranger.  This was after Moore had been replaced in the popular television show.

Both bills received national press.  In spite of the notoriety – including a conference call appearance by Clayton Moore for the benefit of the press ‒ neither bill was successful.

The Pinkertons

One of the funniest things to ever happen occurred during a hearing before the Senate Budget and Taxation Committee.  On this particular day, the Maryland National Guard was defending the appropriation made to it in the Governor’s budget.  Representing the Guard was the commanding general and a number of bird colonels, all outfitted in resplendent military uniforms.  The Maryland National Guard personnel were not accustomed to legislative hearings but they had a staunch ally in one senator who also served in the Guard and was a member of the Budget Committee.

This was a time when there was talk of “privatizing” State functions.  During this particular hearing, a young senator from Montgomery County asked the general what exactly did the Guard do and was it possible to privatize its functions so that, for instance, a group like the “Pinkertons” could replace the Guard.  The senator’s question left the general dumbfounded.  

When the hearing was over, the general and the bird colonels repaired to the anteroom to confer with their senatorial ally.  To say that the general was apoplectic is a tremendous understatement.  “Raymond, who is that boy? How could he ask a question like that?”  The senator replied: “General we’ll get him in line so don’t worry about it.”  The general was unimpressed:  “Raymond, that boy is a fool.  How can such a person ever be properly schooled?”

Well this exchange was ongoing.  One of the bird colonels kept trying to get the general’s attention.  The general was having none of it and kept gesturing to the colonel to mind his own business.  But the bird colonel was not to be dissuaded.

Finally, the general said “What do you want?”  The colonel, seeing his opening, then told the general and the senator what he thought was the most convincing argument:  “General and Senator, one thing that was never mentioned is that them Pinkertons don’t have no fucking tanks!”

Apparently, the colonel’s argument may have been successful as the Committee voted to approve the Guard’s budget.

Easter falls on the first Sunday subsequent to the first full moon after the vernal or spring equinox (always March 21st).  If the full moon after the equinox falls on a Sunday, Easter follows a week later.  This rule was established in the 8th Century as church fathers wanted to assure that Easter fell on a Sunday.

CAN THE CENTER HOLD? (January 2020)

A hundred years ago in the aftermath of the then unspeakable carnage of World War I, William Butler Yeats published a frightening poem known as “The Second Coming.”  A portion reads:

  • Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
  • The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
  • Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;…
  • The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
  • Are full of passionate intensity.

Do not these lines reflect where we are today? “The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.”  If I could change the world, I would ban Twitter.  It seems like every politician, every athlete, every Hollywood celebrity has a Twitter account and inflicts 160 character diatribes which are faithfully reported by the political and celebrity press.  It is hard to “love your neighbor” when your neighbor turns out to be a nasty, angry, bullying and ill-informed brute with a Twitter account.  There should be informed and spirited discussion with respect given to our adversaries but now – in the memorable phrase of one of my classmates – we experience only “drive by shouting.” 

The current state of American politics is, at best, disarming.  The Democratic Party veers left while the Republican Party is in the thrall of Donald Trump.  The national media prefers one over the other and, while there are repeated calls for bipartisanship, none appears.  Maybe it is time for a new party.

I believe the “center” desires that new party.  Both the Republicans and the Democrats have political insights that are valid but both are captured by their extremes.  What will the new party look like and what might it espouse? 

It seems to me that there are a number of issues that may command a majority.  They include a commitment to environmental stewardship, a return to financial probity, policies to address income inequality and bolster the middle class, a foreign policy commitment to democratic ideals backed up by military readiness, a reasonable immigration policy and a reassertion of the rights of individuals against the demands of government.

These are my ideas to start a discussion.  Others will disagree and have different ideas.  The point is to listen to one another.  If you plow through this overly long post, please share your thoughts. 

Environmental Stewardship:  One current political characterization is that Trump supporters are climate deniers and captives of the fossil fuel industry.  How then to square the comments of one of the president’s staunchest supporters in the impeachment drama who explained that he did not come to Congress to argue with a thermometer?  I think most people are convinced that global warming is real and needs to be addressed.

Of course, every weather event is now attributed to “global warming” which does not explain the various weather events of the last thousand years. 

Both Germany and Japan have sworn off nuclear reactors while France remains fully committed (I understand Japan with its tortured history starting in 1945 but am completely flummoxed by Germany which has given in to its Green Party).  It is hard to understand the objection to nuclear reactors as a solution to global warming because they are a solution.  40% of the electricity in the Baltimore area is delivered by a nuclear reactor at Calvert Cliffs Maryland.  Hence, coal, gas and oil are not burned for that 40%.  This is not to say that there are not issues with nuclear power, the principal one being the disposal of the fuel.  However, scientists now believe that the nuclear fuel can be recycled and used in future “breeder” reactors.  This surely seems a path worth pursuing. 

Another solution would be trees and more trees to ingest the CO2.  Here, I’m talking about trillions of trees to be planted around the world.  In the United States, why not a Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) such as created by FDR during the New Deal?  One can envision any number of young people willing to give a year or two to this tree nurturing enterprise particularly if their student loans could be diminished.

And imagine if the Chinese government decided to flex its totalitarian muscle (again) and require the planting of trees.  Say each person is required to plant and nurture 5 trees under pain of going to “re-education camps.”  Result:  8 trillion trees.

For all of the criticism of fossil fuels, I think they are necessary if we are to see an increase in living standards throughout the world.  What if the global warming CO2 emissions could be captured and rendered harmless?  Craig Venter, who was one of the first to map the human genome, has isolated bacteria found in the sea which “eats” CO2.  We need to think about and develop technical fixes so that fossil fuels can remain productive.

Financial Probity:  The failure of the federal government to properly order its fiscal affairs is alarming.  The national debt now exceeds $22 trillion which is 107% of the country’s Gross Domestic Product.  As a share of the economy, the Gross National Debt is higher than it has been since 1947 in the aftermath of World War II.  And the numbers are expected to get worse as the Congressional Budget Office currently estimates that over the next decade the country will add another $12.2 trillion in debt.  That will make each person’s share well in excess of $100,000.

The Democrats were always being accused of “tax and spend.”  The Republicans who issued that warning have adopted the mantra of “borrow and spend.”  Not only is the federal budget completely out of whack but Social Security and Medicare are also woefully underfunded.  We didn’t get here overnight so it seems reasonable that we should begin a long gradual path to restore fiscal sanity.  Say we begin a 30 year program to bring things back to where they should be.  Everybody needs to give a little and it won’t be painless but our grandchildren and their grandchildren will be the better for it.

In Maryland, there is a group called the Spending Affordability Committee, which meets prior to each legislative session, and determines the percentage amount that the state budget can be increased.  The budget committees comply with this spending limit.  Maryland ‒ like most states ‒ has a requirement that the state budget be “balanced.”  Those two ideas, if adopted on the federal level, would restrain the spending impulses of Congress which now have no limit.   Maryland has a coveted AAA bond rating and still has robust spending on needed programs.

A major redesign of the tax code will make the return to balanced budgets easier.  There is no reason that Warren Buffett’s secretary should pay taxes at a greater rate than he does.  The principal reason for this is the favorable treatment given to capital gain income as opposed to wage income.  This, of course, contributes to the wealth inequality in our society since it is the wealthy that are most favored by this tax rate.  If we tax income then all income should be taxed no matter how earned.

There are “sacred cows” in our tax code that need to be sacrificed.  They include the home interest deduction and charitable deductions.  If we were to take away these “deductions” (and countless others), we could increase revenue.  Already, these deductions are less valuable than a few years ago since the recent tax bill significantly raised the “standard deduction” so the advantage of itemizing is greatly diminished as the “standard deduction” is a better deal.  The Joint Committee on Taxation estimated that the number of “itemizers” will fall from 46.5 million to 18 million.

There are any number of possible “fixes” to both the revenue and spending side of the budget but, first, there must be a shared commitment to move to a balanced budget by 2050.

Individual v. Government:  Almost immediately after the ratification of the United States Constitution, the Bill of Rights was added to the document.  These “rights” are contained in 10 Amendments, which are a series of protections granted citizens from the intrusion of the new federal government.  They include freedom of speech, of religion, of the press, the right to assembly and to bear arms, protection from unwarranted searches and seizures.  Each person’s life, liberty and property is protected and criminally accused persons are granted procedural rights.  So that nothing was left to chance, the 9th and the 10th amendments state that any rights not explicitly specified remain with the people or the states and are not the province of the federal government.

In 1973, the Supreme Court decided the case of Rowe v. Wade which held that the “right to privacy” allowed a woman the absolute right to have an abortion in the first three months of her pregnancy with restrictions allowed after three months.  This issue has effectively divided the two major parties, with the Democratic Party being in favor of the “choice” position and the Republican Party in favor of the “right to life” position.

I agree with the opinion of the legal scholar John Hart Ely who wrote in the Yale Law Journal that Rowe “is not constitutional law and gives almost no sense of an obligation to try to be.”  Today, such an opinion ‒ no matter how well founded ‒ would be an automatic disqualification to serve on the Supreme Court.  The only safe testimony is to say either (1) that you agree with Rowe or (2) Rowe is settled law and you won’t overturn well established precedent.

How to settle this divide?  The first thing we do is ignore the proponents on either side and attempt to discuss the issue without the waving placards.  We should all start the discussion by first reading an article in The Atlantic (December 2019) by Caitlin Flanagan entitled “The Dishonesty of the Abortion Debate.”  It is a failure of our current politics that one party takes the pro-abortion side and one takes the anti-abortion side.  There are many “right to life” Democrats and an equal number of “choice” Republicans.  We need to make this discussion nonpartisan and to approach it with the respect it deserves.

And what about other privacy issues?  Should we not be concerned with the rights given to the federal government to monitor telephone conversations and emails as a result of the 9/11 tragedy?  In the end, we need to remember that the authors of the Bill of Rights were concerned about the new federal government.  They never foresaw the size and extent of the current federal government but the spirit which animated the Bill of Rights should be rediscovered by us as we deal with our federal government.

Immigration Policy:  It was abundantly clear 30 years ago that immigration rules needed to change.  The first indication was that ‒ in almost every business from Walmart to Home Depot ‒ signs were written in both English and Spanish.  Indeed, in the late 1980s there was a spate of generally unsuccessful bills filed in state legislatures requiring English to be the recognized language.  A very long time ago, Walmart and Home Depot knew better and so did most road construction contractors who hired supervisors who could speak Spanish. 

The current nonsense about building a wall will, hopefully, end with the presidency of Donald Trump.  Still, there has to be a coherent immigration policy because the people are coming and, moreover, we need most of them.  The notion that only “educated” people should be admitted is shortsighted.

For those already here, we need to create a path to citizenship.  The first step would be a path for a person brought here illegally as a child.  This includes the industrious, friendly and helpful proprietor of my local dry cleaner.  He arrived at 14, is now 26, married and a dad of two girls who, of course, are U.S. citizens.  He would welcome that pathway.

For those not here, we need to secure our borders but we need to admit those who will be productive.  Perhaps, a rule that no new admitee can qualify for governmental benefits for 5 years even though they will be required to pay all taxes.  Such a rule will, at least, keep the ACLU busy.

We need to return to an attitude of welcoming immigrants.  That is not to say that there are no rules, but it is to say that it is hard to be an immigrant; one has to be very motivated to leave home, family and friends.  With such motivation, it should come as no surprise that most immigrants succeed here.

CAN THE CENTER HOLD?

The optimist in me says yes; the pessimist in me says no when considering the current state of political discussion.  But if we give up “drive by shouting” and return to reasoned, but still animated discussion, then I think there is a chance.

Pre-K Education is Great Until the Teachers Union Gets Its Hands on It (December 2019)

In Maryland, a group called the Kirwan Commission has recommended a $4 billion dollar a year improvement in the Maryland public education system.  The gist of the Kirwan Report  is that Maryland has a “mediocre” educational system despite being the fifth wealthiest State in the nation.  Moreover, it is a “mediocre” system within the United States which itself is “mediocre” on an international basis.  Major corrections are needed to develop a “world class” educational system.

The Maryland State Department of Education has released information indicating that 53% of kindergarten students are not academically or socially prepared for kindergarten.  For those of you who thought that kindergarten was the introduction to school for children, think again.  While Kirwan endorses many other changes, its solution to the “kindergarten problem” is a voluntary “full day” pre-K to adequately “prepare” 4 year-olds for their 5 year-old experience in kindergarten and “full day” pre, pre-K for economically disadvantaged 3 year-olds.

Where to start?  What sort of test is used to determine the social skills of a 5 year-old?  Not too long ago, having proper social skills meant the ability to play with other kids or your cousins without a call to 911.  Skeptics might say that the average 4 year-old probably doesn’t need a full day of “school.”  Some play, a snack, a nap and maybe an hour of Sesame Street should do.  However, there is considerable sentiment for full day pre-K which parents may like because it solves many child care issues.

Despite the gloom and doom of the Kirwan Report, less than 10 years ago Maryland was ranked as having the #1 public education system (K-12) in the country for three years in a row.  How it went from #1 to “mediocre” in such a short period is nowhere explained. 

The Kirwan recommendations have been embraced by the Democratic leadership of the Maryland General Assembly for passage in the upcoming 2020 General Assembly.  Republican Governor Larry Hogan is opposing the $4 billion price tag which he maintains will lead to substantial tax increases.  Hogan was elected on an anti-tax message in light of tax increases initiated and passed by his Democratic gubernatorial predecessor to pay for an earlier round of public educational enhancements enacted (2002) as the result of the Thornton Commission which – among other things – established compulsory full day kindergarten for all 5 year-olds.

The State Teachers Union made its first television ad buy saying that passing the recommendations are crucial for Maryland’s children.  Advocates are criticizing Hogan for raising “dark money” to oppose these recommendations.  Unions supporting Kirwan are suggesting new taxes on corporations and, of course, on millionaires.

Lost in the political rhetoric, is an examination of the pre-K component.  They say that the “devil is in the details” and the details indicate that the Teachers Union is intent on making sure that the pre-K education occurs in public schools so that the new teachers can become dues paying members.  

Presently, the pre-K world is run by private entities.  Kirwan changes that model.  While the recommendations call for the pre-K education to include non-public schools, those schools must have a similar “quality” as the public schools. 

My sister just retired from her 34 year career as a “pre-K” teacher.  By all accounts, she was remarkable with her students.  However, she would not qualify under the Kirwan plan as a “lead teacher” (bachelor’s degree and a “certification” in early childhood education) and neither would her school if she remained employed.

Does this matter?  Well, of course it does.  My sister’s students paid to attend her school.  Kirwan provides that a family of four making $77,250 or less would attend the new pre-K schools for free (with the state shelling out $12K a year per child) and families making less than $154,500 would receive a subsidy for attending the new pre-K schools.  Meanwhile, my sister’s school would not receive any “free” or “subsidized” students until a properly certified teacher was in place.  Net effect:  Some schools may be up against the wall and their students may be going elsewhere threatening their financial viability.

So what’s the problem?  Isn’t it better to have “quality” pre-K schools?  That begs the question of whether a newly minted college graduate with an early childhood education “certification” from the Maryland State Department of Education is a proxy for pre-K “quality.”  I would take my sister anytime as she had far more experience with youngsters.  She raised three sons and, for decades, taught youngsters in beginner swim classes.  She had “kid sense” which – to my mind ‒ is essential for a pre-K teacher.  

And if many private schools will draw the short straw, others will get no straw at all.  The real losers are the home daycare providers who are allowed up to eight kids but provide no substantial educational component.  So a working parent with a 4 year-old (or, in some cases, a 3 year-old) will now have the option of either “free” or “subsidized” pre-K which will be offered, as a practical matter, in a public school.  

So you say: “Is this an anti-union screed?”  Not really, but it is intended to show certain bad effects of public employee unions.  Unlike industrial unions, public employee unions are intimately involved in electing the “management” with whom they bargain.  When the Teachers Union approaches for an increased pension or more pre-K, the legislators who say “yes” are guaranteed an endorsement, PAC money and, in many cases, poll workers in their next election.  In Maryland, unions like SEIU (Service Employees International Union) have been remarkably successful in targeting independent state senators and replacing them with robotic acolytes.

The pre-K component of Kirwan is an $800 million a year expenditure which will require new teachers, all now candidates for union membership.  And for those who say that teachers unions favor “quality” education, that is true only if the “quality” occurs in the monopoly of public schools.  Otherwise “quality” be damned.  Consider the following:

  1. Proposals for “charter schools” favored by African-American parents in failing school districts:  The public education establishment led by the state teachers union has undermined them in Maryland at every turn.
  • Aid to Catholic elementary schools with excellent academic outcomes for kids in failing school districts:  Absolute opposition.
  • Parental school vouchers:  Mass the army in opposition, descend on the Legislature, and tell legislators that their opposition will determine their electoral fate.  God knows the parents aren’t smart enough to determine the best school for their kids.

The political swack of the national teacher unions is nowhere more evident than in the current preening for support by Democratic presidential contenders.  Some are absolutely opposed to charter schools (inner city parents be damned) and even the “moderates” say more constraints are needed.

Sadly, we have poured billions into the public educational system in the last 20 years in initiative after initiative (No Child Left Behind, Race To The Top, the Common Core Standards, the Every Student Succeeds Act) and yet we have not achieved any improvement according to the latest study.

It may be that money is not the real solution.  Training teachers to teach may be one silver bullet.  The National Assessment of Educational Progress is a standardized test given every two years to measure 4th and 8th grade achievement in Reading and Math.  The most recent results show that one State made more progress than any other State.  If you guessed Mississippi (yes, Mississippi!) you would be correct.  “4th graders in Mississippi are now on par with the national average, reading as well or better than pupils in California, Texas, Michigan and 18 other states.”

Maybe it’s time to reassess what we are doing. In doing that reassessment, let’s ask the people in Mississippi first, parents second, working teachers third, all other constituencies next and the unions dead last.

The Butterfly In The Opioid Epidemic

We pretty much have been told the names of the villains in the opioid epidemic.  They are the companies such as Purdue Pharma, Johnson and Johnson and a number of others which pushed doctors to prescribe opioids for pain without disclosing their addictive nature.  They are defendants in thousands of lawsuits brought by states, municipalities and individuals.  By far, the biggest name is Purdue Pharma which is owned by the Sackler family whose original patriarch was Arthur M. Sackler.

Mr. Sackler died 8 years before the opioid, OxyContin, was marketed by Purdue Pharma, a company that was owned by his brothers.  Purdue Pharma is the defendant in numerous lawsuits and is now being taken into bankruptcy as part of a deal with numerous states and municipalities to resolve a majority of those claims.

The Sackler name – once admired – is now the object of derision.  Since 1997, the Louvre’s Collection of Persian and Levantine artifacts has been housed in a wing known as the Sackler Wing of Oriental Antiquities.  The wing was made possible by the donation of $4 million toward construction by Arthur M. Sackler.  The Louvre has now removed the Sackler name from the wing which he built and to which he donated 1,000 objects.  The Louvre apparently believes that the Sacklers should be ashamed of their “dirty” money but it is not now ashamed of taking that money nor has it made an offer to return it.

And the Louvre is not alone.  Numerous museums ‒ in a righteous display of sanctimony ‒ have indicated that they will not take any Sackler money in the future but none are planning to return that already taken.  Senator Jeff Merkley (D-Oregon) recently requested that the Smithsonian Institution remove the Sackler name from the Asian Art Museum saying “it has no place in taxpayer-funded public institutions.”  The Senator did not say whether the construction money ($4M) and donated objects (about 1,000) should be returned. 

So the opioid epidemic is laid at the feet of the drug manufacturers and their overly aggressive marketing of opioids.  They are, as a practical matter, the only deep pocket defendants available and they are guilty as charged. 

But are others to blame?  You betcha!  How about doctors who were not attuned to the addiction problem and patients who were given opioids for pain but then continued after the pain was gone because they were either addicted or wanted to stay high.

The “butterfly effect” is the popularization of a theory developed by Edward Lorenz to the effect that a small change in one state of a deterministic non-linear system can result in massive changes thereafter or, as expressed more commonly, the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings in Western Africa can ultimately deliver Katrina to New Orleans. 

The “butterflies” in the opioid epidemic were three groups.  One was the American Pain Society (APS), a professional association of healthcare providers involved in the treatment of pain; another was the U.S. Veterans Administration and – perhaps most importantly – a group called the Joint Commission.  These three groups were just what the doctor ordered for the sales people at Purdue Pharma and other opioid manufacturers. 

In 1995, Dr. James Campbell, in his Presidential Address to the APS, proposed that pain be considered the “fifth vital sign,” the first 4 being temperature, pulse, blood pressure and respiration rate.  Unlike the first 4, there is no objective measurement for pain and so the patient is asked to rate their pain on a 0 to 10 scale.  Dr. Campbell’s proposal was accepted by many in medicine but nowhere was acceptance more important than at Veterans Administration hospitals and at the Joint Commission. 

The Joint Commission published a book in 2000 for purchase by doctors as part of required continuing education seminars, and that book cited studies claiming that there was no evidence that addiction is a significant issue with respect to opioids.  In addition, the Joint Commission published its “Pain Management Standards” in 2001 giving a momentous lift to pain as a fifth vital sign.

What is the Joint Commission?  The Joint Commission is a nonprofit, tax exempt organization that accredits more than 21,000 U.S. health organizations and programs.  The great majority of U.S. state governments recognize Joint Commission accreditation as a condition of licensure for the receipt of Medicaid and Medicare reimbursements.  All member healthcare organizations and laboratories are surveyed every 2 to 3 years and accreditation is then renewed if justified.  Joint Commission accreditation has been criticized as not actually improving patient outcomes as well as for the fact that accreditation is rarely denied even when there are serious problems.

However, one thing is sure:  Joint Commission accredited institutions follow its rules and standards.  As someone who has been in several hospitals, physician related clinics and rehab facilities plus too many doctor visits to mention in the last five years, I can attest that my “fifth vital sign” has been asked and re-asked about continually.  In hospitals and rehab facilities, the 0 to 10 question on pain is asked at least once a day (and sometimes 3x a day on every shift change).  And, you guessed it, the best medicines for serious intractable pain are opioids.

Opioids were a true breakthrough for patients with intractable and disabling pain.  Their addictive qualities were not originally explained and, for some people, addiction is still worth the relief and improved function they give.  However, for too many people addiction is a very real problem and must be addressed.

Arthur Sackler’s name may be removed from other institutions.  Meanwhile, the Veterans Administration and the Joint Commission continue to chug along although both have been involved in lawsuits over their opioid practices and recommendations.  The APS has filed bankruptcy in order to avoid responsibility in the opioid lawsuits.  While these groups will certainly contribute some monies to settle lawsuits, it will be far and away much less than perhaps merited.  The reality is that these groups set the table for the opioid epidemic.

Finally, back to Paris.  A small demonstration precipitated the Louvre’s action.  Protesters unfurled a sign in front of the iconic glass pyramid reading “Take down the Sackler name.”  This proved too much for the Louvre to resist, once TV cameras captured the “optics” of the Sackler association.  Arthur Sackler’s widow has complained ‒ to no avail ‒ that he was long gone and not involved with the sale of OxyContin.  Perhaps she should stop complaining and be grateful that the French no longer use the guillotine on those who have fallen out of official favor.

We Are Checking On You! [A Real Dumb Idea!] (September 2019)

I first obtained a Maryland driver’s license in 1963 when I was 16 years old after my father taught me how to drive a stick shift and I passed the test, the worst part of which was the parallel parking.  A few months later, I passed another teenage milestone by crashing into a stopped car at a traffic light while coming home from someone’s Junior Prom.  I insisted that the brakes had failed but my father’s mechanic assured him that the brakes were in proper operating order and that I probably had pumped the gas pedal and not the brakes:  one of many discussions that I “lost.”

So since 1963 – with the exception of a few years when I was out of state attending school – I’ve had a Maryland driver’s license.  So, to my surprise, I received a letter in May of 2019 from the Maryland Motor Vehicle Administration which stated that to keep my license in good standing I was required “to present proof of age and identity, Social Security, and two proofs of Maryland residential address, in person at your local branch by June 12, 2019.”  Moreover, failing to meet the new requirements could result in a recall of your Maryland driver’s license or identification card.  So, at age 72, I needed to prove a number of things in order to keep a valid Maryland license which I have had for well over 50 years.

What’s this all about?  Well it turns out that the validity of your license is now determined by the federal Real ID law which was passed after the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks.  Anyone who does not comply may not enter a federal building or fly on a commercial airplane. 

If your driver’s license has a star in the right hand corner, you are Real ID compliant.  Maryland got with the program in 2007 but apparently made its share of mistakes (indeed, apparently a million mistakes aided by the Federal government which kept changing the rules).  I was given a driver’s license with a star but the May 19th letter called me back to “prove” that I deserved the star. 

Essentially to merit a star, you must prove that you are a United States citizen, provide proof of the date of your birth, validate that you are part of the Social Security system and provide proof of your residency in the state where the license is issued.  So I, like approximately a million Marylanders, had to bring documents to justify our star (at first the local paper reported that 60,000 Marylanders were affected but that number, in subsequent issues, was raised to 800,000 and apparently the real number was 1 million).

When the Real ID law was passed there was vociferous objection from both the right and the left.  Tea Party Republicans objected on the grounds of privacy.  Liberal groups, including the American Civil Liberties Union, also objected and contended that the information would be “consolidated into a national database” which could be used to track individuals.

My objection is different:  the numbskulls (here’s looking at you Congress) who passed this law have accomplished nothing except to saddle state governments with excessive expense and ordinary citizens with yet another bureaucratic hassle.  Additionally, the law does nothing to effectively fight terrorism.

It turns out that of Maryland’s almost 5 million licensed drivers, a little over 2 million are Real ID compliant.  So if you just want to drive a car, you have no need to be Real ID compliant and what it really amounts to is that you can’t fly commercial airlines without the compliant identification.  (Elaine S. Povich, “Maryland Isn’t The Only State Facing Problems With Real ID,” Baltimore Sun, September 9, 2019). 

Now, you might ask:  “what about the terrorists?”  I suspect the terrorist who wants a Real ID will be quite able to prove the necessary requirements as obtaining false identification documents is a cottage industry on the Internet.

Consider this possibility.  Somewhere in the 2,000,000 Marylanders with acceptable Real ID there is a terrorist.  She has secured the necessary identification information to obtain a bona fide Real ID.  Now ‒ armed with the necessary identification ‒ she is able to board an airplane.  Why, in God’s name she would want to do that, given the fact that cockpits are now reinforced and federal air marshals are on flights is anybody’s guess?  The likelihood of a terrorist with a suicide vest getting on a commercial airliner is just a tad north of extraordinarily unlikely.

Now consider the possibility of a terrorist in the almost 3,000,000 Marylanders without a Real ID.  That terrorist is free to drive around the country and free to buy the necessary components of a car bomb and ‒ while he can’t get into a federal courthouse – he can certainly park his explosive laden car next to the courthouse a la Timothy McVeigh.

Most of my friends who had to visit the MVA had about the same response.  “It wasn’t so bad and I was out of there in under an hour”.  My response is “that was an hour that you won’t get back and that did nothing to ensure your safety.  And, by the way, how long did it take you to locate your birth certificate?”

There are many people who think the government is the problem.  I am not one of those as I believe some government programs are wonderfully run and quite effective (Social Security and Medicare to name two although both are woefully underfunded).  But the Real ID law is an example of politicians purporting to do something when, in fact, they are doing nothing except driving up expense and anxiety.

The response to the 9/11 tragedy has been, in the main, not particularly good:  Real ID law, the Patriot Act, the invasion of Iraq.  Politicians make frequent mistakes and citizens allow them to do so when they feel insecure.  Osama bin Laden was successful – not only in killing 3,000 people on 9/11 ‒ but in making many insecure and less likely to challenge really dumb ideas.

“Are You Offended? No Problem, We Can Get Rid of That” (August 2019)

And Then The African American Calvary Arrived (Update on August 21, 2019)

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more bizarre, the world often surprises.

The New York Times (August 14, 2019) reports that the San Francisco School Board voted 4 to 3 to rescind its decision to “paint over” the Arnautoff murals and instead to “hide them from view.”  Critics still complain that rather than “burning the books,” this decision means that the books are saved but reading them is prohibited. 

Why the change of heart?  The George Washington High School Alumni Association protested as did alumnus and celebrity activist Danny Glover; the NAACP held a press conference to denounce the decision and Alice Walker, the acclaimed author of “The Color Purple,” weighed in as well. Their consistent message:  Don’t sugar coat history but use it as a teaching moment.

The “painting over” contract was a little over $600,000 while the “hide them from view” contract is now over $800,000.  It appears that the present decision will not be the end of the story.  The real solution is to replace the seven nincompoops who make up the San Francisco School Board.

Meanwhile, Roger Taney resides in a Maryland warehouse gathering dust since no one, much less celebrities, have spoken up for him.

So what is your mental picture of George Washington?  Mine is him at the bow of a boat on his way to surprise and conquer the Hessians at Trenton; stepping down as President after two terms so as to not resemble a king; the apocryphal stories of chopping down the cherry tree but refusing to lie and tossing a coin across the Rappahannock River. 

That wasn’t the Washington whom Victor Arnautoff painted.  Arnautoff was a Russian émigré, a dedicated communist who was employed by the Works Progress Administration (WPA) during the 1930s and painted various murals including 13 in George Washington High School in San Francisco.  The Arnautoff murals depict Washington as a slave owner and as directing “manifest destiny” in the genocide of Indians ‒ not exactly the picture of Washington that most of us were given in grade school.

Arnautoff’s politics were shared by many during the Great Depression which seem to demonstrate that capitalism was a failed system.  Arnautoff was interrogated by investigators for the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC) and was the subject of demands that he be fired by Stanford when he compared Richard Nixon to Senator Joseph McCarthy, the censured and disgraced red baiter.  Stanford, to its credit, refused.

So one would think that Arnautoff’s work would be safe in San Francisco which has a reputation of being an extremely liberal political environment.  Think again.

The San Francisco School Board just voted unanimously to paint over 80-year-old murals in George Washington High School because they were deemed “offensive” as they depicted George Washington owning slaves and pushing for a westward expansion showing a dead Indian.  Recently, there was a public hearing where pro-mural and anti-mural speakers were given one minute apiece to express their opinion.  By all accounts, the hearing was “window dressing” as the school board voted immediately to either place panels over the murals or to paint them with an expected cost of over $600,000.

The witnesses were very animated.  One pro mural speaker said it was the equivalent of Nazi book burning.  One anti-mural speaker declared that the murals were “racist” and that she determined whether one was racist by asking a simple question:  are you for reparations or not? (I think my answer puts me in the “wrong” camp.)

The most interesting thing about this controversy is that the vote was unanimous.  It seems that we have lost our ability to admit that our history is messy and want to blot out things that we don’t like.

Across the country in blue state Maryland, the statue of Roger Taney has been placed in storage.  Taney was a prominent Maryland politician, the brother-in-law of Francis Scott Key, the first Catholic to serve on the Supreme Court and the only Marylander to serve as Chief Justice.

Taney authored the Dred Scott decision in 1857.  That decision determined that slaves could not invoke the jurisdiction of the Federal Court because they were not citizens and never could be citizens because they were slaves.  There was some (but not much) logic to this in that slaves were counted as 3/5 of a free person in the United States Constitution for the purpose of determining the number of representatives in Congress from the slave states.  Dred Scott may be the worst decision in Supreme Court history.

Taney’s statue was on the lawn of the Maryland State House near the “front door.”  Taney was almost taken down 25 years ago but, in a compromise, a memorial to Thurgood Marshall was erected at the “back door” of the state house.  Marshall was the Baltimore lawyer who had successfully argued Brown versus the Board of Education and was subsequently a long serving member of the Supreme Court. 

The Marshall memorial, complete with sculptures, is truly memorable and it occupies an entire square directly adjacent to the “back door” of the State House.  In his memorial, Marshall stands under columns reading “Equal Justice Under Law” (which is also the inscription over the main door of the Supreme Court) and is being gazed upon by school children seated on benches.  However, the “back door” is the majestic entrance to the State House complete with cascading marble steps and impressive columns.  99% of the people entering the State House go in the “back door.”  The “front door” looks like the servants entrance.

Just as Taney was once “saved” by Marshall, Arnautoff was once “saved” by a mural painted by Dewey Crumpler in 1974 entitled “Multi Ethnic Heritage” which showed Native American, African-American and other minorities in heroic situations. 

So Arnautoff and Taney are now consigned to the dustbins of history.  It is said that the “victors” write our history.  Today, however, the “victors” are not a conquering army but a vocal group who are “offended” by this or that.

Here’s an idea; leave Arnautoff’s murals up and use them and Dewey Crumpler’s 1974 mural to speak about American history with the students at the school.  Don’t cover up slavery and genocide.  Talk about it instead.

And why not have Taney gazing up at Marshall, and for years to come, learning what “Equal Justice Under Law” means? 

However, the present gang is not interested in compromise. History is to be ignored or, at least, the uncomfortable part of it.   

Paper or Plastic? (July 2019)

In 1967, a Mike Nichols film “The Graduate” summed up the future for the new college graduate played by Dustin Hoffman with a single word:  “plastics.”  To review the scene, go to:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSxihhBzCjk .

If produced today – given the regular news reports of whales ingesting large amounts of plastic ‒ the phrase would be: “no plastics.”

Item 1: The European Union and Canada are banning “single use” plastic in the next few years.  What is “single use?”  Well, as it turns out, it’s just about everything that is made of plastic.  More on that later.

Item 2:  New York State recently enacted a five cent levy on plastic bags.  Maryland has now banned Styrofoam so the containers for carry-out food at restaurants and the drinks at Maryland Dunkin’ Donuts will now be made of paper. 

Item 3:  A Baltimore City Councilman has just proposed a ban on plastic bags and a five cent levy on paper bags. 

Item 4:  On June 12th the New York Times reported that a grocery store in Vancouver, British Columbia was using plastic bags with embarrassing lettering such as: “Into the Weird Adult Video Emporium; the Colon Care Co-Op and Dr. Toews’ Wart Ointment.”  The notion was that shoppers would be embarrassed to walk out of the store with such bags.  However, this appears to have backfired as shoppers demanded more of these bags.

What has changed in the last 50 years?  All of these efforts are an attempt to “save the environment.”  To be eco-friendly, one has to swear off plastics.

Now how did all this plastic come to be?  And is it really that important?  Well, look around your house.  Peer into your refrigerator and pantry and count the plastic containers and you will easily get to 10 in each.  Go to the bathroom where, egads, plastic rules:  shampoo, conditioner, body lotion, liquid soap, floss containers, toothpaste tubes, deodorant and multi-vitamin “bottles” and your electric toothbrushes. 

In our house, it doesn’t stop there as the new windows are plastic clad and the ceiling of the wraparound porch is made of plastic material as are the railings.  And no decent plumber would be able to do the job without PVC pipe; nor would any automobile manufacturer be able to achieve miles per gallon goals without the substitution of plastic for former steel components.

Why is plastic everywhere?  The answer is simple enough: it is in many respects a superior material, economical to produce and a better and more efficient alternative than what went before.  And, to boot, the “carbon footprint” to produce plastic is considerably more eco-friendly than, for instance, steel or galvanized pipe.

But plastic does have a downside.  While most plastics can be “recycled,” some are more difficult than others and plastic is not “biodegradable” in the way that other materials are such as wood (although I bet that steel and galvanized pipe don’t exactly collapse).  And then, of course, there is the plastic bag in the tree visible to all who are standing on the paper bag while looking up.

What happens to these plastic and paper bags?  In my house, the plastic bags are sometimes reused but usually end up in the trash.  Paper bags are sometimes used as trash liners and either end up in the trash or in a recycling bin.  In many cases, both plastic and paper are carried to the landfill.  

So, in the words of a political phrase from a generation or two ago:  “Where’s the beef?”  Well, the anti-plastic person says:  “But plastic does not biodegrade like paper.”  The pro plastics person responds: “Who cares, both are in the landfill which, in due course, will become a park or a green space or a golf course.”

The switch away from plastic to different materials is costly and produces alternatives that are not nearly as effective as the plastic they replace.  The shiny bright legislators who proposed the Maryland Styrofoam ban were quite eager to say that Maryland was “first” to ban Styrofoam.  Never mind (1) that the principal product of a Maryland company employing 700 people (in high unemployment areas) was the manufacture of Styrofoam or (2) that they had become the stalking horses for the lobbyists for the paper industry who were enthusiastically applauding nearby.

There is some irony in all of this.  The Plastics Crisis Alliance recently announced in Facebook ads that cigarette butts are the most prevalent non-biodegradable items found in the ocean which – if that is the case ‒ may call for a name change for that group.

Now what about so called “single use” plastic?  A group called the Plastic Free Challenge on its website says “Single use plastics, or disposable plastics, are used only once before they are thrown away or recycled.  These items are things like plastic bags, straws, coffee stirrers, soda and water bottles and most food packaging.”

Think about the term “most food packaging” in this definition when you amble around your local grocery store to see what’s affected.  Obviously, the meat and seafood section would have to be redone as would the vegetable aisle, the bread aisle, the soda and water aisle, the dairy, ice cream and orange juice coolers, any product with a see-through window as well as anything in a plastic container.  One effect of a “single use” ban:  glass back in business.

Why ban just Styrofoam when you can get everything with the term “single use” plastic?  Groups like the Plastic Free Challenge maintain that plastics are responsible for human cancers, infertility and other diseases.  Even allowing for hyperbole, color me unconvinced.

The current political campaign against single use plastics is wrong headed.  An H. L. Mencken quote seems apropos:  “For every complex problem, there is an answer that is simple, direct and wrong.” 

Can we live without plastic?  Obviously we can as it did not become a staple of our lives until recently.  We also can live without automobiles and electricity but the question is – should we?  If we ditch cars and return to horses, you can bet that some group will begin complaining about methane emissions from the droppings of millions of horses.

So what to do?  Here is a modest three point proposal:

  1. Use plastic wherever it is a superior alternative and increase our plastic recycling efforts.  Indeed, even the hated Styrofoam can be recycled;
  • Call Vancouver for your bags since humor is the necessary antidote to all the doom and gloom.

My Best Friend Died on Sunday (May 2019)

Touchdown Mikey” visits “Touchdown Jesus” at Notre Dame

Mike Busch’s funeral service was held on Tuesday April 16th.  Below is a complete video of that service.  I was one of several eulogists.  This post repeats several items from that eulogy (0:57:54 minutes to 1:12:02 minutes in the video).  Mike and his wife Cindy were married for 25 years and their daughters, Erin and Megan stole the show (1:31:16 minutes to 1:37:22 minutes). https://bit.ly/2IBPeOy

On Sunday, April 7, 2019 at 3:22 p.m. (EDT), my best friend, Michael Erin Busch, died.  Flags in Maryland were lowered to half-mast as he was the longest serving Speaker of the Maryland House of Delegates and a formidable, respected and well-liked political leader.

We have been friends since 1986 and weekly golfing partners where we fought over a two dollar Nassau bet as if it were a fish caught between two cats.  We referred to that bet as the “death match” and, for us, no other bet in the golf foresome really mattered. 

I called him “Mikey”

The rest of the world called him Mike or, more often, “Mr. Speaker” as he had presided over the Maryland House of Delegates for 17 years.  Years ago, a political opponent said about a Maryland governor that “he was like a baboon because the higher he went up the political tree the more you saw of his ass”.  When I mentioned this to Mikey, he replied, that this was not the case with him.  He said the higher he went in politics the better looking and the smarter he became or so he was repeatedly told by lobbyists preening for his favor:  “Delegate Busch, then Chairman Busch, then Speaker Busch, you are the ONLY ONE in the legislature who understands this particular issue, this particular industry or the need for this particular bill.”

One of H. L. Mencken’s more memorable quotes was about politicians:  “A good politician is quite as unthinkable as an honest burglar.”  Mencken never met Mikey who was not only a “good” politician but a great one and, boy, could he count, probably a leftover from when he doubled his starting teacher’s salary at weekend poker games (see Andrew Green’s remembrance in the Baltimore Sun: https://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/editorial/bs-ed-0408-mike-busch-20190407-story.html). 

For 17 years he presided over the fractious 141 member Maryland House of Delegates.  He led them through contentious debates on same sex marriage, death penalty repeal, numerous bills aimed at affordable health care, casino gambling, and countless mundane matters, all the while presiding with good humor and openness to all. 

Mikey was appalled by greed and self-dealing, both of which regularly reared their ugly heads in legislative proposals.  Perhaps the clearest example of this occurred when he was Chair of the House Economic Matters Committee.  The executives of CareFirst (Maryland Blue Cross and Blue Shield) proposed to take this “nonprofit” company public and to sell it to a California “for profit” insurance company.  The real winners in the proposal:  the executives themselves.  CareFirst executives had lobbied this proposal well with the Governor and the Presiding Officers of the Legislature having given their “thumbs up.” 

The hearing in the Senate Finance Committee could not have gone better for the CareFirst CEO who stood to cash in to the tune of $34 million.  The hearing in Mikey’s Committee did not go so well for CareFirst.  Not only were the executive payoffs questioned, but the issue became whether it was a sensible idea for the Maryland healthcare market to be determined in California.  Mikey alone was savvy enough to organize outside lobbying groups against the proposal and with the help of a number of senators was able to turn the predetermined tide.

The final result:  the CareFirst proposal was turned down; the CareFirst Board was reconstituted and it remains today a Maryland not-for-profit health insurer subject to the General Assembly and Maryland’s regulators.

Mikey was both funny and gregarious

One summer, I had a “Midsummer Night’s Dream Party” in which invitees were asked to repeat some portion of Shakespeare’s play.  When Mikey’s turn came, he declaimed one of the famous soliloquies from that play:

“The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day / The score stood 4-2 with one inning to play / Then when Kearney died at first and Barrows did the same / A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.”

13 stanzas later, Mikey delivered the final line: “but there is no joy in Mudville – mighty Casey has struck out.” 

Too often to remember, my befuddled secretaries would interrupt a meeting saying things like “Jay, Joe Bagadonuts is on the line, says he is a new client and he’s about to be arrested and he must talk to you” or “Jay, Knute Rockne called but he wouldn’t leave a number, he said you had it.”

What makes a “best friend”?

I have a fair share of close friends but only 2 “best friends”, Mikey being one and a college classmate being the other.  I think Mikey had probably four or five “best friends”.  Typically, you and your best friend share a social and professional life together.

And, it seems that one has various “best friends” at various stages in their life.  For example, my best friend in grade school calls me on my birthday every year and I try to call him on his (just to keep up) but I have only seen him four or five times in the last 50 some years.  My best friend in high school died of AIDs at age 43, almost 30 years ago, and we lost touch almost immediately after our high school graduation when we went to different colleges and then different lives.

I do know one thing for certain.  When your best friend leaves, there is a hole in your own life which he or she once occupied.  Even after the grieving stops, that hole will remain as telephone calls will not be made, lunches not attended, jokes and pranks not shared, old stories not told and retold.  And so as we grow older and lose family members, friends and “best friends,” we realize ‒ in the words of Mary Oliver ‒ “Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?”

Bucket List

Mikey’s “bucket list” included a trip to South Bend for the Temple/Notre Dame game.  Temple was his alma mater where he had been a star football player  and Notre Dame was mine where I watched the games from the stands.  Temple played extremely well, satisfying Mike, and Notre Dame played slightly better, satisfying me.  Otherwise, it would’ve been a very, very long ride home listening to him sing, and off key, the Temple fight song over and over again.  I am quite sure that, if he knew all 13 stanzas of “Casey at the Bat,” he could more than muddle through the Temple fight song.

The second “bucket list” item was to visit the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York.  On the Wednesday before he died, he told me that, once he was out of the hospital, we were going to Cooperstown.  This is not to be.

So Mikey, in the language of the Church when both of us were baptized 72 years ago, “Requiescat In Pace”.

But, too soon, Mikey, too soon.

Other People, Other Places (May 2019)

This post was originally written in October 1967, a few days after my grandfather died.  It appeared in the Notre Dame student newspaper, The Observer.

The only word for the old man was “amazing.”  A product of the fish markets of Baltimore, he had voted for Al Smith in ’28, Roosevelt in ’32, and supported Joe McCarthy in ’54.  He had taken his wife and six kids through the Depression in good style and yet was unable to figure out his income tax.  He loved the Orioles, despaired with the Senators, and carried on a love affair with Lord Calvert whiskey for the last 30 years.  We had always called him Pop.

Pop finished third grade and then his education started.  When asked what he did, Pop would say he was a “nipulator” – his fractured version of “manipulator” – meaning that he did whatever he had to do to make a living. 

There is often a tryst that develops between grandfather and eldest grandson.  Sometimes they share the same cigarettes and the same liquor by the time that grandson reaches the age of 17.  That’s the way it was between Pop and me.  For the last three years we had always puffed and sipped in the bedroom discreetly out of sight of all relatives.  Off and on at every Christmas and Easter we had been secret companions.  Pop had brought the Lord Calvert and I contributed the forbidden Winstons. 

I suppose that the head of every dynasty is toasted and feted for his wisdom and love.  Pop was like this too but there was something different.  I think everyone believed that there was something a bit satanic about the old guy and perhaps that’s what made him so human and so good.

Pop had loved the good Catholic from New York in ’28 and had probably voted for him five times.  But Smith lost and forgot to take Pop with him.  Pop lived in Washington and Mr. Hoover was now in the Capital City and Mr. Hoover’s friends were coming to see his inauguration.  Come March and the old man was in the taxi service for the grand swear in.  Mr. Hoover’s friends streamed into Union Station and Pop was ready and willing.  “To the Willard, you despicable cur” and to the Willard they went, sort of.  The grand old hotel of the cosmopolitans sat on one side of Pennsylvania Avenue.  Pop would let one of his charges out on the other side, bid them a fond farewell, take their Republican money, and utter a salutation to the President elect.  All that they had to do was pick up their valises and trot across the street.

That act is a virtual impossibility when the new man comes to town; to cross Penn Ave. takes the guts of a Kamikaze, the strength of a work horse, and the daring of a Tennessee rum runner.  The old man would look at them with a twinkle in his eye and wish them a hasty death as he sped back to Union Station.

After Mother died less than a year ago Pop had gone downhill.  He had to be put in a home and everyone was about to give up his spirit.  But Pop still had a lot of fight in him.  He demanded release.  My own father, worried after a 3 a.m. phone call, had gone to rescue him.  He found the wily old codger at the front door with his suitcase, attired in his pin stripe suit with that impeccable diamond stick pin.  As he walked toward him the old man had fainted into his arms, frantically murmuring that he had to leave.  Halfway home Pop had sat up, lit a Winston, and inquired whether he was a good actor.  That’s just the way he was.

A couple of days ago Pop was rushed to the hospital.  They thought he was dead in the afternoon but by 6 p.m. he was up and at them.  He was ready to leave.  At 9:25 the next morning Pop was dead, victim of a massive coronary attack.  Over the weekend the old man was laid out and buried from his parish church in the Southwest section of the city that he had known, loved and “nipulated.”  Pop had gone to other people and other places.