Showing posts with label Irv Stumler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irv Stumler. Show all posts

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast 2019: "That is one hell of a big tent right there!"


Unity of purpose at the 2019 Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast: (left to right) State Representative Ed Clere: former city councilman, former county commissioner, longtime small business owner and current mayoral candidate Mark Seabrook: scruffy beer guy and iconoclast who sneaked in via the kitchen, then crashed the photo op; and Irv Stumler, whose CV is far too long to list here.*

The combined years of service offered by these three men to our community simply boggles the mind. 125? That's probably a low estimate.

I've disagreed with each of these men in the past, at times vehemently, and yet we still communicate with each other. Making sense isn't an activity confined to one side of an imaginary "aisle."

Some readers remain mystified at recent headings like this:

ON THE AVENUES: Socialists for Seabrook, because we desperately need a new beginning in New Albany.


They shouldn't be puzzled at all. This one isn't hieroglyphics, either.

Democrat David White: "I am asking ALL the people who have supported me over the years to help Mark Seabrook put People First!"


The coda goes to Kelly Feiock, in a photo taken at last week's chili cook-off at the Calumet Club.


Kelly wrote: "I LOVE this pic! Roger, Scott (Whalen) and I formed a friendship based on a desire to make our city a better place."

THAT'S the point, isn't it?

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* Thanks to Steve LaDuke for the "tent" quote.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Dr. John Gilderbloom's video about pollution in Louisville, Kentucky: "Think Locally, Act Globally: Neighbourhood pollution and the future of the earth."



Earlier today I had the pleasure of chatting with Dr. John Gilderbloom. Regular readers will know him as the two-way streets researcher from the University of Louisville, who came to New Albany in August of 2015 and gave a marvelous presentation.

Watch the video of Dr. John Gilderbloom's two-way streets presentation last night.

Gilderbloom: Proving what Gahan can't seem to fathom, tonight at the library.

Perhaps the most memorable event in the time of our association with Dr. Gilderbloom occurred when Irv Stumler staged a meltdown at U of L over the professor's street grid research.

Irv wanted it squelched, and right now!

Irv still nutzoid, and Gilderbloom's research wasted on New Albany -- and Greg Fischer, for that matter.

A few weeks back, when Dr. Gilderbloom's most recent streets research project started being picked up by national media, Irv Stumler apparently visited the University of Louisville to demand that Gilderbloom be silenced, because how dare peer-reviewed academic research be allowed to deny the sanctity of New Albany's 18-wheeled Luddite exceptionalism?

Depending on the report, Stumler either was laughed off campus or curtly told that if he didn't take a chill pill, he would be forcibly removed.

How I wish someone would have filmed that episode.

I digress, because John closed today's conversation by recommending a video at YouTube about pollution and health by neighborhood in Louisville. It won't improve your mood, but you should watch it.

Think Locally, Act Globally: Neighbourhood pollution and the future of the earth

Dr John I. Gilderbloom

Dr John I. Gilderbloom discusses his work in Louisville, KY, researching the link between environmental toxins and the health of a neighborhood. His research pushes back against the power elite, industry chiefs, local foundations and a recent contribution of $6 million dollars from the Koch Brothers. He discusses the cause of early death rates in Louisville, whose residents live five years less than people in California due to air pollution and other toxins. He also explains the reasons that west end Louisville residents live 13 years less than east end Louisville residents. For more information visit Sustainable Urban Neighborhoods to learn more and to make a non-profit donations.

Thursday, December 01, 2016

Irv declares City Hall null and void: "It's time to make Nawbany Freight Again," declares rebel leader from mountain hideout.


They aren't exactly the Sierra Maestre; then again, New Albany isn't Havana and Irv's clean-shaven unlike Fidel, though Jeff Gahan does a perfectly serviceable Batista. But we make do.

ALL HAIL THE PASS-THROUGH TRUCKING REVOLUTION!

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Infuriated by artsy fartsy alley proposals and skulldugginsry, Irv vows to form new nin-com-PAC: "Alleyways for 18-Wheelers."

It was November 29, not July 4, but low-grade, Chinese-made fireworks flew at Tuesday's meeting of the Bored with Public Works and Safety, as City Hall revealed hitherto top-secret plans for top-down changes to two neglected downtown alleyways.

The News and Tribune's steno-of-the-day was on hand to merrily chisel the boilerplate.

At this morning’s Board of Public Works and Safety meeting, the Board accepted an agreement between the City of New Albany and Michell Timperman Ritz Architects for improvements to the alley that runs from Spring Street to Main Street.

The alley and surrounding area currently has a few murals painted by local artists, and the City wants to expand on this idea and transform the alley into an inviting and distinct pedestrian pathway. Planned improvements include drop lighting, murals, sculpture pads, planter boxes, and resurfaced decorative pavement. The City of New Albany is partnering with Develop New Albany and the New Albany Floyd County Schools Art Department on this exciting project.

Amid the random shuffling yawns of meeting attendees, one member of the public rose to denounce the proposed changes in the most strident and unyielding of terms.


"What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder," thundered Irv Stumler, an advocate of heavy industry who resides in a neighborhood (Silver Hills) where heavy industry is prohibited.

"If people can't afford cars and insist on walking, there's a place for that," said Stumler. "It's called the sidewalk. Everyone except Jeff Gahan knows that alleys are meant to be filthy, dangerous places where our heroic trucking fleets unload things."

According to Stumler, "gussied-up" alleys will result in the displacement of dumpsters, with potentially tragic consequences.

"You see where these dumpsters will be moved to, don't you? Right there, out on the street corner, where my combination flower urn ashtrays used to be. Coincidence? I think not ... and what happens when a monster rig with so much erotic horsepower you don't even need Viagra comes to one of these newfangled two-way intersections and hits the dumpster making a turn?"

After the nice men from Placid Acres Care Village had finished tidying up, the meeting resumed.

"I'm disappointed that we can't spend even more money on this project," stated David Duggins, the city's economic dishevelment director.

"Unfortunately, our campaign finance sluices just won't fit in tight spaces, and fortunately the architect is willing to work with us, so we divert as much as possible, call it good, and throw back a few ice cold Bud Light Limes."

Duggins, recently appointed by Mayor Jeff Gahan to the new position of Artistic Allegiance Arbiter (AAA), stated that designs for the alleyway decorations and murals are being left to the imagination of participating students, with one key exception.

"We really need to have this one on a wall somewhere," said Duggins, who pulled a torn and frayed sketch from his wallet.


"Sorry about the stains," added Duggins. "We were scoping it out over lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings."

The project's conceptual designer praised the city's decision to relentlessly channel artistic expression through the vise-like grip of usual suspects like his firm.

"With this municipal contract, we've topped this year's fundraising goal, and not a moment to soon," commented an anonymous spokesman for Michell Timperman Ritz Architects, who remarked "I can see the future, and it's located on the slopes in Aspen. God, but I do love Fat Tire."

Prior to the bored's rote approval, the city's ruling hologram offered more of the same, authored by another, emitted from a blue screen unfurled over in the corner by the last remaining wall socket.

“This project will not only enhance the safety of this corridor, but will add another unique and inviting pathway for pedestrians in our downtown,” stated Mayor Jeff Gahan. “I’m thrilled that Develop New Albany and the New Albany-Floyd County Schools Art Department have chosen to partner with us on this downtown improvement.”

Thursday, October 20, 2016

ON THE AVENUES: Key events in the New Albanian rebirth, but first, a piccolo of grappa, per favore.

ON THE AVENUES: Key events in the New Albanian rebirth, but first, a piccolo of grappa, per favore.

A weekly column by Roger A. Baylor.

In a recent piece about forward progress in downtown New Albany, the Courier-Journal’s Bailey Loosemore makes an attribution, and with the reader’s forbearance, I’d like to begin today by offering a gentle corrective to what strikes me as a significant omission – actually, two of them.

“Five years after the commission's creation, (David) Barksdale and commercial realtor Mike Kopp approached the city with an idea for attracting new restaurants to those now preserved buildings.”

Specifically, the idea in question refers to the Riverfront Development District, a concept minted by the state of Indiana, and conveniently defined by our compatriots in South Bend.

I hear that it is possible to apply for a 3-way license in parts of Downtown South Bend that only costs $1,000. Is this true?

Yes, within the boundaries of the defined Municipal Riverfront Development District.

What is a Municipal Riverfront Development District (District)?

A district where 3-way licenses are made available to eligible establishments for $1,000 as a way to spur development near a river.

How did South Bend find a way to create this District?

A piece of state legislation made it available and the Common Council approved the District and with the goal of spurring development in the District.

When I first read Loosemore’s piece, something quickly began nagging at me, but I couldn’t pin it down until a good friend reminded me that Paul Wheatley was New Albany’s economic development director in 2006. These days he’s a private development consultant.

I wrote to him seeking clarification.

“Paul, I was thinking back to 2006, when you were still in New Albany and the riverfront development district was passed. Obviously, those alcohol permits have been crucial. Was this something with which economic development guys like you were widely familiar at the time? I'm curious as to how the process got started. Ten years later, I remain shocked that our city council at the time passed it unanimously. It may have been that particular group's single greatest achievement.”

Wheatley’s reply:

“If you want to know the truth, I patterned it almost 100% off the district that Dave Duggins and Phil McCauley set up in Jeffersonville. We used the TIF District and the Historic District as the boundary area (which had to stay within 2500 feet of the river). It’s been really neat to see all the entrepreneurs take advantage of this incentive over the years. The special district + YMCA + Steve Resch (and others) has really turned the tide.”

Mind you, I’m not suggesting that the impetus for the riverfront development district didn’t emanate in some fashion from Barksdale and Kopp, only that Wheatley deserves his measure of recognition for drafting the legislation and leading the effort to get this measure through the under-achieving labyrinth of a council often hostile to any initiative undertaken by Mayor James Garner.

This is the second point of importance.

In 2006, Garner was this city’s mayor. Because the riverfront development district didn’t come into wide use until 2008 and beyond, casual observers tend to associate it with Doug England, but while England certainly supported the district once he returned to office, the commemorative plaque in this instance must go to his predecessor.

Facts are pesky little critters, aren’t they?

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Frankly, it’s astounding that Loosemore was able to write an article about New Albany without serial photo-bomber Irv Stumler inviting himself into the narrative – tossing his own peculiar word salad, pontificating about city life from Peterbilt’s unique perspective, and positioning himself in direct chronological contrast with the story's header: New Albany's rebirth attracts young residents.

I’ve been speculating about what Irv will do when the streets finally run both directions. Will he accept the will of the voters (on the Board of Works, at least), and make a clean, orderly transition to two-way traffic, or continue to drive as before, eastbound in the westbound and down, attired in camouflage, one hand on the wheel and the other shaking a grubby penciled–in petition from the driver’s side window?

But I digress.

Loosemore identities "three key events in the city's history that most New Albanians agree led to the downtown's rebirth," and let me be the first to congratulate her for using the term New Albanian.

Gee, I wonder who coined it?


  • 2000: The creation of the New Albany Historic Preservation Commission.
  • 2006: David Barksdale and commercial realtor Mike Kopp's idea to establish a riverfront development district, "which allowed restaurants within three blocks of a waterway to purchase three-way liquor licenses for $1,000."
  • 2008: The Floyd County Family YMCA opened its doors.


Assuming most New Albanians agree on these key events, which almost certainly isn’t the case, it is noteworthy that the first one occurred on Regina Overton’s watch, and the other two as a result of Garner’s advocacy.

In turn, this is why the gauging of legacies can take a little time.

There’s something else: The most recent “key” event occurred eight years ago. Hasn’t anything of importance happened since then?

I’ll nominate three; feel free to disagree.

1. Two-way streets. They’ll have been stripped of many potentially valuable features and taken far too long to implement, but at this point anything will help.

2. The sale of Floyd Memorial Hospital. While this has nothing whatever to do with city government, county government receiving nutrients again after a decade-long, self-imposed starvation diet is bound to affect the city. The outcome might even be positive.

3. Matt Chalfant’s new building at 137 East Spring. It is small, and the palatial “luxury” pressboard of Break Wind Lofts at Duggins Flats will get all the ink, but Chalfant’s unsubsidized infill is a far better measure of success in terms of market forces and entrepreneurial flair.

I tried fitting the dog park in there somewhere. Square pegs, round holes – you know.

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As I write, the election is 19 days away, but it’s the third Tuesday in November currently holding my rapt attention.

The Green Mouse has been told by multiple sources that the most likely date for a final Board of Works vote on whether to accept Option B – the return of two way traffic on Bank, Pearl, Market, Spring and Elm – is Tuesday, November 15.

(Warren Nash wants us to know that just because the federal money is in the bag, bidding dates set and construction schedules carved on a stone tablet, it’s an insult for Irv to suggest the decision has been made. Couldn’t we trade both Warren and Irv to Birdseye for a Bud Light Lime-powered canine shampooing station to be named later?)

It’s all fairly clear to me: If my karma will indulge me, Trump will lose, two-way streets will win … and then we'll go to Sicily over the Thanksgiving holiday to clink wine glasses and devour the grilled sardine pasta I mentioned last week.

The respite will be short, but no less appreciated for its brevity. By January, the coffee break will be over, and we'll be back on our heads.

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October 13: ON THE AVENUES: They're coming to take me away.

October 6: ON THE AVENUES: His nose knows tolls and polls (2010).

September 29: ON THE AVENUES 3-PK, PART THREE: Survey says … Irv’s street grid agitprop won’t be putting Diogenes out of work any time soon.

September 29: ON THE AVENUES 3-PK, PART TWO: Inkem binkem notamus rex, protect us all from the city (still) with the hex (2014).

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

ASK THE BORED: Irv's latest proposal for trucking safety, noise non-exemptions, and a probable date for the two-way streets vote.

According to the Green Mouse, this morning at the Board of Public Works and Safety, Irv "Terminator" Stumler plans to unveil a compromise proposal from the Justice League of New Albany, a vigilante organization founded by New Albany's trucking company superduperheroes for the purpose of preserving their mechanized environment from the vile depredations (look it up, Shane) of stupid people too poor to own cars.


Stumler will explain to the bored that since street safety for trucks is the ultimate concern of the Justice League, and while heavy trucks never, ever operate above the speed limit when traversing the city, it still might happen on rare occasions when the radar cops are out having doughnuts, and so it's vitally important for precautions to be put into place in case of brake failure.

Specifically, one of these.


Stumler and the League already have the perfect site in mind.


BOW is expected to take Stumler's proposal under advisement. Meanwhile, something odd occurred at last week's meeting (October 4).


But didn't the ordinance include just such a provision? Councilmen who may be reading: Huh? What gives?

Finally, the Green Mouse has been told that BOW's vote on two-way streets will come at its first meeting AFTER the election, on Tuesday, November 15 -- that is, if the Justice League doesn't blockade Hauss Square with a fleet of Padgett's erections.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Some final thoughts on the topic of two-way streets, and then it's someone else's turn.


Let's get sickeningly topical and make this blog great again.

The sex tape I'd like to see most of all is the one of Irv Stumler, Mark Seabrook and David Aebersold with a Padgett crane on a one-way street.

Use the hashtag #mmmf, please, and oh, by the way, I'll need full body condom to even begin entertaining the thought, as well as a few quarts of Old Grand Dad for the sake of these sad old grand-dads.

Accidental councilman Aebersold is the latest misinformed pillar to rush forward with opinions disguised as facts *, and while I know much of his scattershot drivel is preparatory groundwork for Seabrook's future masturbatory political aspirations, it has become wearying to wake up in the morning and know that if I don't publicly rebut these civic has-beens, no one else will.

Folks, it's been my pleasure these many years, and although I can't rule out an intervention in the next few weeks, New Albany's two-way street saga has become wearying to me.

Que sera sera -- and is it time to leave for Sicilian holiday yet?

I'm looking forward to seeing Mt. Etna close up and personal, drinking wine, and eating the local pasta dish made with anchovies and fresh sardines. Knowing they have mafia there, too, should make it feel just like home.

As for New Albany's street grid, at this point one of two things is sure to happen.

A. City Hall will make good on its many private assurances that HWC's full-tilt two-way street reconversion will occur, given that funding has been secured and project dates announced, even if the Board of Public Works and Safety continues to protest that a decision has not been made, right up until the point the otherwise pre-ordained vote is final.

I enjoy performance art as much as the next person, so let's hope Warren makes it convincing.

B. Superannuated opponents of modernity, slouching over there amid their bilge on the wrong side of history, will somehow manage to insert a spanner into the works, perhaps with a new surprise lawsuit, a trucking boycott, providential state GOP intervention or dramatic self-immolation.

If the latter, I can only hope they let me know, because I'd be delighted to throw out the first match.

I suppose it remains possible that we might see a partial reconversion of the streets, rationalized as the first of two phases, with the second being quietly forgotten. It strikes me as the least likely scenario, but there it is. Considering the petty games local "leaders" are so very fond of playing, it's impossible to handicap.

Of course, if the two-point-something-million-dollar scheme wasn't cleverly devised to leverage federal money for street paving, it wouldn't be considered at all, and one-way would remain the highway forever more.

It is my sincere hope that if you're one of the many two-way proponents eager to express an opinion, yet hesitant to do so openly because you grasp the historic frequency of half-erect pillar reprisals right here in river city, you've already dispatched your feelings to the official public opinion accumulator: jdabkowski@rqaw.com

If not, please do so.

Pretty please?

One week ago, I challenged Irv to join me in sitting this one out.

ON THE AVENUES: On two-way streets, a modest proposal for the consideration of my disoriented one-way counterpart.


Then I disassembled his "survey" theses and tossed them on the ash heap of history.

ON THE AVENUES 3-PK, PART THREE: Survey says … Irv’s street grid agitprop won’t be putting Diogenes out of work any time soon.


There isn't anything left for me to do. It's difficult for me to disengage from something this passionate, and a guy has the right to change his mind, but you know what?

It's someone else's turn. Step up, folks. The microphone's on, and this forum is yours. It's time for me to study those Italian phrases instead.

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* It's in the form of a mind-numbing letter seemingly copied in longhand from Thomas Aquinas' "Summa Theologica", and masochists can search the Courier-Journal for it, but I simply can't sanction links to pornographic content. 

Thursday, September 29, 2016

ON THE AVENUES 3-PK, PART THREE: Survey says … Irv’s street grid agitprop won’t be putting Diogenes out of work any time soon.

ON THE AVENUES 3-PK, PART THREE: Survey says … Irv’s street grid agitprop won’t be putting Diogenes out of work any time soon.

A weekly column by Roger A. Baylor.

In the finale of a 3-pk, we come back to the present, only to find that like always in New Albany, the past won't let the future be. 

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The Green Mouse has uncovered a bonus copy of Irv Stumler's "Survey of Business in New Albany," as wrapped in a whoopee cushion made in China, and gifted to the Board of Public Works and Safety amid a room of eyes rolling in unrestrained mirth.

It isn’t a real survey, because Irv has made no apparent effort to present a fair case for the opposing side, and then to tally the ballots, come what may.

Rather, he’s circulating a petition, not a survey, and he intends to be given the “correct” answers, even if he is obliged to remind unfortunate listeners that one-way streets discourage atheism, dissuade onanism, and are better than milk and beefsteak for growing young drivers.

Naturally, Irv has a perfect right to post his selected theses (even his trademark feces) on any church door he chooses, at least once he’s browbeaten the attending minister for a few thumbtacks and plastic bags.

Concurrently, I feel the need to expose Irv’s ginormous honking whoppers, and today it is my grudging task to dissect this muddled, tragic and frankly hilarious mess, though with an important caveat.

Apart from a sole necessary exception, I’ll not be naming names. I harbor no interest in outing, or assembling boycott lists. To do so would merely perpetuate the divisiveness Irv seeks so mightily to conjure, and he can keep this dubious distinction for himself.

I hope he chokes on it.

When it comes to framing the many issues involved with our city’s potential to build a “complete” and calmed two-way street network downtown, Irv has shown neither an interest in, nor an aptitude for, any semblance of intellectual honesty.

His self-appointed task is evangelistic, to find fissures and to exploit them mercilessly – to foster division for the maintenance of the status quo, not so much of street direction itself as the prevailing local economic power structure.

A rebuttal is merited on both counts, and in formulating it, my only exception to the rule of discretion is Mark Seabrook, for reasons that should be obvious. As a funereal politician, High Commissioner Seabrook likes to have it both ways, and accordingly, I enjoy giving it back to him, good and hard, on a tarnished silver platter.

Someone’s got to do it, at least until the electorate has the good sense to turn him out.

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What we have before us are several sheets of paper stapled together, with an introductory prelude written by a preschooler.

Exactly who has chosen to buy into Irv’s drivel?

Not very many, at least once the petition has been edited into vague comprehensibility, and as such, we can begin our sad survey of Irv’s bogus “survey” by consolidating repetitious entries, as when several signatures appear on behalf of a single business.

These duplications account for roughly 15% of the total signatures on the document. Out they go.

Next to be removed are the names of those companies who’ve already publicly voted against street grid reform by joining the 800-lb reigning Tsar Padgett in threatening to sue the city (see “lawyers at their feeding troughs,” below).

Irv would like us to believe that each time he goes pandering, a fresh new wave of like-minded drones materializes. Alas, this isn't the case. His latest petition is littered with the usual suspects, and we already have been made painfully aware of their opposition to street grid modernity.

So, chuck 'em.

Moreover, a typical business’s employees (as opposed to its owners) are in most cases unauthorized to represent their employer’s interests. Their signatures can be set aside; I've already fact-checked two instances of this occurring without management’s knowledge, and I'd guess there are at least a half-dozen more.

Nice try, but no dice.

C’mon, Irv. You should at least stick around long enough to speak with the person in charge.

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What about “survey” signatories who don't actually live in New Albany?

Seeing as the pompous perpetual power-brokering windbag (and high commissioner) Seabrook has informed the newspaper that street direction opinions from people who "don't live here" cannot be trusted, we must take the conniving time-server at his word, and immediately dismiss the dozen-plus business owners who are opposed to two-way streets, but as yet reside outside city limits.

(Personally, I’d be inclined to accept the signatures of these out-of-town business owners, since they’re investing something concrete in New Albany, but who am I to dispute High Commissioner Seabrook’s stellar reasoning?)

Which makes this a good juncture for a digression.

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Consider these mad-as-hell downtown business owners living elsewhere, generally in sedate rural settings, safely segregated from urban neighborhoods obviously intended by God herself to use as industrial corridors, and yet they are grievously offended that "a very vocal group" of homeowners (read: homo-owner-sexuals) who actually DO live downtown, “on the east side of the city,” keep insisting on measures to improve the quality of life in their neighborhood.

The unmitigated gall.

If all the city slickers agreed to be herded into a housing project by the crane works, just think how high profit margins might go!

Aren’t urban dwellers supposed to be inconvenienced by industrial activities that wouldn’t be permitted anywhere near the business owners’ homes?

Concurrently, I'm absolutely comfortable in guessing that 85% or more of Irv’s "survey" signatories are white males well past the age of 50, and as such, readers are invited to do their own social justice deprivation mathematics.

Be forewarned, for it’s a grim sum, indeed.

Various “survey” blatherings about safety and common sense are pure unadulterated hokum, appended as afterthoughts, doing little to obscure the basic fact that Irv's tireless solicitation of respectable people is directed primarily toward the preservation of local white male power elites, of which he is a part, as underwritten by self-appointed pillars of suitability, of whom he is one, and who aren’t saying that streets must be kept as currently configured to ease the passage of trucks and heavy machinery alone.

No, it’s much more than this.

What they're really saying is that people not operating vehicles powered by internal combustion engines have absolutely no right to the road, and by definition, respectable people do, because they have cars, trucks and motorcycles.

In fact, Irv’s purported “survey” is a document detailing social judgments borne of class warfare, not engineering conclusions.

Tiger's owner Joe Zeller ominously tooted this particular dog whistle at last week's public meeting, noting that whenever them dainty Spandex bicyclists get too close to one of his fully erect 18-wheelers – well, hell, we all know who always wins such confrontations, just sayin’, WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE, and it’s certainly not any of Zeller’s responsibility to cede a square inch of tarmac ON A PUBLIC ROAD to make such conflicts less likely.

Rather, as Irv told BOW in high dudgeon, any piddling pedestrian scared of high-speed street traffic best get his spindly yellow ass up on the sidewalk, where his kind belongs.

To repeat: Irv’s absurd “survey” is about who belongs, who does not belong … and who decides, and in High Commissioner Seabrook, Irv has an eager applicant for the task of tattoo artist.

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A handful of attorneys also signed the petition, probably from the mistaken notion it was a paycheck. I believe each one of them has either suckled at the teat of Seabrook's tender GOP in the past, or continues to do so now.

Are their expressions of concern for trucking public safety genuine, or are they applying a little more Astroglide for the process of saying what must be said, so as to facilitate the continued wetting of beaks, considering that the most persistent opponent of street sensibility other than Irv is a Floyd County Commissioner and Republican Party stalwart named Mark Seabrook? After all, they're lawyers, serving on councils and committees.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must go take a shower.

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Finally, I don't begrudge the stated "opposition" to two-way streets on the part of a duo of specific signatories whom I know personally.

Except that I've been around them long enough to know their beef with the city has nothing to do with streets. Their non-directional complaints with City Hall probably are legitimate, but their signatures on Irv's petition are plainly irrelevant.

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When the smoke has cleared and the mirrors have all shattered, Irv’s jihadist screed adds up to far less than the sum of its ballyhooed parts. What does it tell us?

Just this.

In the past few years, dozens of new businesses have been established in downtown New Albany. Of these newer businesses, less than a half-dozen of them deigned to sign Irv's most recent poison pen petition.

This may be because Irv simply didn’t bother approaching the ones he knew would ignore him, or he conveniently forgot to record their true feelings after a series of swinging doors graced the fabric around his posterior. From beginning to end, Irv’s petition has been a contrived exercise in propaganda, one that never was intended to be scientific, and he feels no compunction whatever about spinning yarns.

Significantly, these many new businesses – the ones NOT rallying around Irv’s white flag of capitulation – symbolize the future of downtown New Albany as an inclusive, diverse and representative modern economic and residential entity.

Appropriately, this new breed of downtown business owner hasn’t once advocated for the exclusion of crane operators, veneer companies, wholesalers, funeral homes and trans-shippers, but merely sought civic equality, and as it stands, HWC’s street grid plan represents a compromise for all downtown stakeholders.

Why isn’t this compromise sufficient, Irv?

Mr. High Commissioner?

Almost unanimously, New Albany’s new generation of downtown business owners has rejected Irv’s desperate entreaties to keep New Albany configured for the rapidly diminishing past, as opposed to a constantly evolving future.

Ironically, then, Irv has done the city a great and purely unintended favor. In his blind zeal to discredit the future, he has revealed the obstructionist obstinacy of his own coddled ilk in refusing to compromise for the betterment of all.

For this, I think both Irv and Mark deserves plaques, to be permanently embedded by a crosswalk beneath our feet in the pavement of a two-way street.

I'll take great pleasure in walking there.

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September 29: ON THE AVENUES 3-PK, PART TWO: Inkem binkem notamus rex, protect us all from the city (still) with the hex (2014).

September 29: ON THE AVENUES 3-PK, PART ONE: Chocolate covered frozen banana republic, or "understanding" Harvest Homecoming, our peculiar institution (2014).

September 22: ON THE AVENUES: On two-way streets, a modest proposal for the consideration of my disoriented one-way counterpart.

September 15: ON THE AVENUES Now for my next amazing conversion trick (KABOOM!!!) – look at those pretty windows on Schmitt Furniture.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Irv unveils new supertruckinglobby group -- and then it's time for show and tell.

Ever notice that he never tries to keep Tiger green?

In a dramatic appearance at the McDonald's on State Street, Irv Stumler has announced the formation of the Justice League of New Albany. He even hired 89-year-old Doc Severinson to perform JLNA's theme music.



Stumler spoke to a packed table that included every corporate signatory to the 2015 "we've got a great big convoy" lawsuit against the city ...

Narcissus still gazes adoringly at his erection.

 ... as well as two poor schmucks who had the misfortune to wander in to Ronnie Mac's for coffee, only to be waterboarded into signing Stumler's petition to restore Calvin Coolidge to the throne.

"Today, the Justice League of New Albany is here today to outlaw Jeff Gahan forever," Stumler thundered. "The bombing begins in 10 minutes!"

Amid chuckles, Stumler proceeded to rebut HWC Engineering's two-way street proposal in exacting detail, using cool flash cards he bought at Office Depot.

Here's a transcript.

"The Trucking -- wait, I mean "Justice" League has the perfect answer for toll dodgers!"


"And speeders!"


"Not to mention all that good two-shoes walkability!"


"When we hear the words 'quality of life,' we reach for our keys."


"Those small business operators who want to get ahead, well, have they thought about joining our dynamic and growing segment?"


"Safety? If there's a conflict between the Justice League and one of those goofy Spandex bicyclists, well, we all know who's gonna win that one."


"Gentlemen, start your engines!"

Friday, September 23, 2016

Irv Stumler is not acting in an official capacity. Business owners, make your street grid feelings known using the e-mail address offered herein.

I'm a free agent at present, but I owned and helped to run a business for 25 years.

I understand as well as any other local business owner that when you're at work, you're busy working.

We all know what it's like to be in the middle of something at work and be interrupted by a solicitation. Many of these are legitimate. You're always being asked to post a sign, or sponsor an event. If I had a quarter for each of these instances during my time at NABC, I'd have long since moved to the Cote d' Azure.

Finally, I know how unsettling it can feel to be immersed in your daily routine only to be approached by someone like Irv Stumler, all frenzied and evangelical, who is asking you to take a side on an issue -- HIS side, and to commit on the spot, right now -- all the while making it sound as though there'll be some form of punishment if you don't agree with him.

Punishment like using his influence to alter your commerce?

Would he? Perhaps, or perhaps not, but he's not above implying it. He's also perfectly willing to be identified as an important agent of Keep New Albany Clean and Green, a non-profit organization with no connection to the city's management of the street grid.

Does this organization's board approve of the ongoing deception? Inquiring minds would like to know. 

The fact that Irv's out walking the one-way streets in support of his jihad against modernity should tell you something, but you can see this, and what I'm here to let you know is that the sanctity of the private ballot is still preserved in this instance.

Just thank Irv and tell him that you have made your feelings known to city officials, or will do so at your earliest convenience -- and please remember to follow through with a comment, whether for two-way streets, against them, or any shading in between. The e-mail addresses of city officials can be found at the the city's web site, and the official address for public comment is below. 

Irv may be on a mission, but it's strictly personal, and emphatically, he is not a priest. Irv has no right in ANY OFFICIAL CAPACITY to perform confessionals in or near your premises.

You can and should make your thoughts on the street grid known to the city, and that's that.  

The official e-mail recipient for public comments: Joe Dabkowski at RQAW Corporation ... jdabkowski@rqaw.com

Thanks for your time.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

The Green Mouse reveals Irv's stunning rate of return on propaganda investments.





ON THE AVENUES: On two-way streets, a modest proposal for the consideration of my disoriented one-way counterpart.

ON THE AVENUES: On two-way streets, a modest proposal for the consideration of my disoriented one-way counterpart.

A weekly column by Roger A. Baylor.

I have an edifying idea to advance, but first, we must digress, as it seems one of those "street people" is loose again, stumbling through downtown, panhandling and scaring children.

We’ll call him Irv, and he's on a Mission from God.

The Lord hath said to Irv, go forth and put an end to the evil ways of those wretched, sinful ass-umers wandering naked and frenzied right out in the street where the blessed ordained semis ought to be navigating freely on government subsidized tarmac.

Irv: Hold on, can you repeat that, God? The part about those ass-umers?

Deity: (jeeebus -- can anyone down there follow simple instructions?) YES, Irv, the ass-umers. They ass-ume too much, and when they do, it makes an ass out of you and me. Well, more you than me.

As Irv placed the Celestial Phone back on its cradle, his brow was noticeably furrowed. How might a simple country boy of humble origins living the good life way up in Silver Hills possibly keep city streets running one way when the specter of Speckism was all around, tempting those ignorant tattooed youngsters with promises to snatch valuable lane width away from noble trucking magnates to give to trendy bistros with $25 entrees?

Get thee away, Speck ... and yet, God, hadn’t Irv done enough already?

Twice he’d patiently read voters his resume, over and over, clause by clause, each repetition as dry and wooden as the last, and both times they’d somehow rejected him at the ballot box.

Well, THAT sure wouldn't happen again.

What’s more, Irv was a Lifetime Achievement award recipient at the Erectile Metaphor Association (Steeple Chaser Division) annual banquet, and still no plaque on the amphitheater.

Deity: (sigh) I’ve tried telling Irv that hundreds of thousands of dollars spent on church buildings doesn’t feed the poor in times of social injustice, but he just keeps prattling on about appearances. Sometimes I just don't know.

Verily, Irv had done everything humanly possible to perpetuate the notion of cosmetic flourishes as preferable to fundamental reality; he’d even planted flowers in giant black ashtrays so passing cars (all of them observing the speed limit) could admire the arrangements via their rear view mirrors.

And all these efforts -- all the years cultivating an aura of stolid respectability -- couldn’t stave off the ultimate indignity. It was that commoner, that ruffian -- GAHAN!

Gahan had cruelly robbed Irv of the mayor’s office, even after King England III (The Tipsy) handed the keys right to him fair and square after those back alley deals – even after Irv pretended to be a Democrat!

Gahan even swiped Irv’s bedecked curbside ashtrays. Worst of all, Gahan’s lackeys at the Board of Works kept laughing at Irv, and this made him angriest of all, because so did the prissy progressives.

Who’d have thought that disrespect for Irv was the only thing Gahan and the progressives could agree on? Their chortling was shameful, but what did they know?

God wasn’t on their side, after all. There still was time to keep NA one way. The temporal fix may have been in place, and the Speckanic two-way street plan was moving forward, and yet ... His truth kept marching on!

No, not God’s -- Padgett’s.

Irv smiled. All those whippersnapper heathens would be no match for fully erect industrial cranes, and cold hard steel, and the gentle caress of fully lubricated internal combustion machines. Those fools would feel the sting of Stumler metal, and the paybacks would be merciless.

Irv lapsed into tumescent reverie. Richard Nixon, Charlton Heston, Strom Thurmond ... those dreamboats from way back when. Where did the time go, anyway? I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill, and Rocky Top would always be home sweet home to me … to me … I me … I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.

All through the day, I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.

Bystander: Hey – who invited that Tiger Trucking guy into this heavenly dialogue?

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All right, enough of the introductory satire, because as Bluegill presciently notes,

As I and many others have repeatedly pointed out, all the evidence anyone has ever collected pertaining to a particular issue is irrelevant. You either blithely accept Stumler's self-appointed role as ultimate arbiter of good and evil or you're wrong. It's a combination of ego and spite that might well make someone a mainstream front runner for the presidency but one that doesn't serve legitimate community development efforts well at all.

Accordingly, like clockwork (orange), Irv's donned his street person regalia again, having commenced another shakedown expedition through downtown, and just as predictably, I’m once again hearing about it from various merchants and downtown stakeholders.

They’re all telling essentially the same story, and the déjà vu is palpable, because we’ve all been here before – 2015, to be precise.

Irv’s browbeaten methodology is to corral someone on duty at a downtown business and berate the poor unfortunate until he walks away with the scalp of another two-way streets "opponent."

Naturally, Irv doesn’t care who he speaks with, just so long as the person in question can be in any vague way connected to the business. Janitor, manager, dishwasher, Fed Ex dude making a delivery; it doesn’t matter one jot. You can almost hear Irv’s sales pitch:

Hello, I’m a powerful man taking a survey about two way streets. Do you like the marvelous fast moving one-way streets we have now, or would you rather have two-way streets that have been proven to cause Zika, refugees, flooding, AIDS, impotence, Black Lives Matter and those stupid hipsters? Well, c’mon, what’s your vote? One-way the HIGH way, right? Good. Thank you for your opinion.

Of course, for some of these interviewees, being mercilessly badgered to state an opinion makes them feel highly uncomfortable. Not only does Irv present himself as an establishment figure of wealth and importance, but he claims to represent others of the same lofty status (read: folks who might spend money in shops and eateries).

What’s a lowly prep cook supposed to say to this seemingly important fellow in a suit? Moreover, why should he or she be put in such a position in the first place?

Of course, Irv’s magical mystery boor is utterly contrived and filled with head-scratching drivel. After last year’s pleasure cruise to Fantasy Island, he triumphantly reported poll results of 45 votes in favor of one-way streets, 2 undecided, and not a single instance of a bludgeoned victim preferring two-way streets.

Gee, I wonder why?

If we’re to classify “undecided” as “no,” that’s a 96% tally, which grandly approaches the prevailing 98.5% approval rate in most totalitarian coronations, although Irv might want to consider both blades of the sword; in places like North Korea, bureaucrats may face dire consequences when failing to get the remaining 2.5%.

If we could only be so lucky.

Last year in the aftermath of Irv’s fevered canvassing, one restaurant manager described to me how his arm was twisted.

I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t let me be. The lunch rush was coming, and there were already a few tables. The customers were starting to look at us funny, and the only way I could make him go away was to agree with him.

So much for a fair ballot, though Irv already knows what happens when the voting is conducted in privacy. However, the restaurant manager’s conclusion is the saddest part.

I couldn’t help feeling bad for him. He embarrassed himself so awfully, but he didn’t even seem to notice. Not at all. It was like he was being possessed.

Of course, self-possession is what Missions from God are all about. Just imagine what Irv might be able to accomplish from a standpoint of balance, but no, it’s 2016, and he's at it again, and yes, perhaps the best course would be to suggest sans snark that someone who cares about the man's mental health should organize an immediate intervention.

However, as someone in favor of two-way streets, allow me to observe that as it stands now, with Irv’s increasingly crazed public demeanor producing titters and guffaws all over town, he’s currently the single best asset two-way street advocates possess.

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Even so, I feel like spinning the wheel. Kindly indulge me as I advance this modest proposal. It’s a quid pro quo, "good faith" offering – a friendly gambit, a sporting challenge, and a two-pronged gift to the community.

You know me. I’m Roger, the loudest and most strident proponent of two-way streets.

He’s Irv, the persistent spokesman for sad sack one-way status quo.

Consequently, I propose that together, Irv and I bow out of this civic debate, completely and totally, and by doing so allow others to enter the game. 

The Board of Works will cast the deciding vote at some point between now and mid-November, and so we’ll phrase the period of non-engagement as the moment of my offer's acceptance through November 15, or when a final vote on two way streets occurs – whichever comes first.

Apologies, but let me be openly vulgar as a means of perfectly sincere clarity in establishing the simple parameters of my modest proposal.

Both of us, Roger and Irv, must shut the fuck up about streets.

No talking, no writing, no dog whistles ... no nothing. Perhaps I'm just as overbearing as Irv, so let's make room for new participants. I'm confident my peeps can carry the ball forward without me.

What about Irv? Can his troops muster a coherent argument? Rather than glowering from the back of the room, can the likes of Mark Seabrook actually speak aloud for himself?

Inquiring minds want to know.

What’s more, let’s posit a friendly wager. If Irv fails to hold his tongue during lockdown, he must donate $500 to a charity of my choice, with the scenario reversed if I fold. Verily, in the iPhone Era, plenty of folks will be tailing both of us in hopes of amassing video and audio evidence.

I'm tanned, rested and ready. Bring it on, Irv. Let's give the long-suffering citizenry a well-deserved break from ourselves, shall we?

Oh, and I almost forgot: Two Way Streets Now.

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September 15: ON THE AVENUES Now for my next amazing conversion trick (KABOOM!!!) – look at those pretty windows on Schmitt Furniture.

September 8: ON THE AVENUES: It no longer keeps me waiting.

September 1: ON THE AVENUES: Complete ventriloquism, or the stagecraft of "throwing" your two-way streets.

August 25: ON THE AVENUES: You won't believe what happens next.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Irv Stumler sez: If you're walking or biking, you have no right to use city streets. Get a car, or get lost.

Tyrannosaurus kooks.

The perpetually agitated Irv Stumler attended yesterday's Board of Works meeting to follow up on his "One Way Streets Forever" public meeting testimony of Monday evening, and while his superannuated boilerplate remained much the same, he tossed in an exciting new twist.

To summarize Stumler's increasingly embarrassing rantings (paraphrased):

"No evidence I've ever bothered to view supports two-way street reversions, because only my own assumptions can be trusted, not yours, since all the downtown business owners agree with me, anyway, and besides, if you're scared of fast-moving traffic, then as a taxpayer, you have no rights to use the street unless you're in a vehicle."

That's the disjointed size of it, and it's the latter point which he chose to emphasize at BOW's weekly confab -- with undisguised disdain and a palpably aristocratic sneer. If you are scared of urban streets used as industrial thoroughfares, then you're deficient. What are you, some kind of unemployed homosexual? Can't you afford a car?

It's the corrosive malady Stumler shares with his Silver Hills neighbor, council man Bob Caesar. Both are so fundamentally eaten up with knee-jerk opposition to the type of person who'd dare advocate change of any sort that whatever faculties of human reason they possess stand no chance, and are overwhelmed by a childish sort of spite ... with a heavy undertone of envy, but we'll leave this evaluation to the professionals.

In short, those people are not respectable people, and they cannot be allowed to win. 

And so, the simple fact is that Stumler and his ilk believe only motorized vehicles have defensible "rights" on city streets. We might point to evidence around the planet indicating alternative models, but since Stumler won't bother considering them, they don't exist. He looks the other way and covers his eyes.

Photos like this one ...


... are merely scurrilous pornography to Stumler, and of course those peddling the very idea of multi-modal streets are pornographers -- and we know what Puritans do with pornographers.

After all, there are no trucks in this photo, and without trucks -- and cement plants, and steelworks, and quarries -- how can there be an economy? Stumler missed his calling. He might have become the best centrally-controlled industrial economic planner a Soviet Five Year Plan ever saw.

Look, I'm no fan of HWC Engineering, but it's noteworthy that the firm ran computer models of New Albany street usage for 20 years into the future, and these established the seaworthiness of two-way streets with as few "assumptions" as possible. They had to do it, otherwise a criminally timid City Hall wouldn't do anything at all.  

Stumler hasn't mentioned this, not once, perhaps because it would require conceding that when enough facts are compiled, "assumptions" yield to percentages and probability.

When your eyes are wide shut, you tend not to see anything. Stumler is smart enough to know this, but a soul in torment is precisely the finest breeding ground for equations such as 2 + 2 = 37.

I wish Irv Stumler had stayed at the meeting yesterday to hear me speak. He'd have heard me patiently correct his many and mounting two-way street mistakes, from "there is no speeding on Elm and Spring" to "no downtown business owner wants two-way streets," and not excluding Caesar's perennial chestnut, "there are half as many parking places on a two-way street."

So I corrected them. Again.

It's nothing, really. Having been in the bar biz for so many years, you get used to cleaning up the vomit of others -- and as long as Stumler keeps spinning lies about the streets, we may need a bucket brigade before he's through.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Thursday, July 14, 2016

ON THE AVENUES: Weeds, porch appliances and our civic Gospel of Appearances.

ON THE AVENUES: Weeds, porch appliances and our civic Gospel of Appearances. 

A weekly column by Roger A. Baylor.

The Confidentials bought an older house on Spring Street in 2003, and almost immediately we started meeting our new neighbors. Some of them, though by no means all, were active in community affairs.

This holds true today. Others have moved, or retreated from the fray. There is nothing unusual about any of this. At the time, my wife and I wanted to be involved, and so we began talking about neighborhood issues with the seemingly like-minded folks living nearby.

Early on, we noticed an emerging pattern when it came to judgments about the quality of urban life, in the sense that we’d entered a twilight zone governed by the Gospel of Appearances, as deemed no less important within the city’s historic core than at a suburban gated community.

If I've heard it uttered once, I heard it said a thousand times.

“They may be poor, but at least they can keep things tidy and looking nice.”

In other words, poverty is all about appearances, and the crux of “improvement” is the willingness of the impoverished to hone their skills at propriety, and to better understand their obligation not to offend better-heeled neighbors.

In short, we must focus on facades, and prim and proper exteriors, so that our city might finally amount to something. Of course, there is a place for such, just not as a substitute for how things actually work.

Admittedly, it took far too long for me to grasp the weird-headedness of the Gospel of Appearances, perhaps because my own rural/suburban, middle-class upbringing instilled similar attitudes that needed aggressive purging.

When my cognitive dissonance finally came bubbling to the surface, it commenced an unforgiving learning process. It continues to do so. I already knew that when facts change, one’s viewpoint must change with them. However, at times one must undergo a change in order to be able to see these facts.

They’re not always visible up front, on the surface.

In the years since our arrival, I’ve witnessed this obsession with outward appearance periodically boomerang back into our local discourse.

Still, even the proud sociologists among seem unwilling – perhaps unable – to embrace ideas to address anti-social conditions such as inequality at the grassroots level, or to analyze the prevailing economic system with a mind toward rendering it accountable, representative or sustainable.

Rather, it always comes back to those Disneyesque exteriors. If only it/they/those looked better. If only miscreants existing at the fringe of shared standards might become better actors, more willing to play their roles, and eager to conform to ephemeral propriety.

Can’t they at least try to look a little less unequal?

After all, we have our property values to think about … and yes, we read where two-way streets might help with property values … but, well, except … that’s fundamental, and probably beyond our collective comprehension, and no one wants to expend an extra five minutes driving through town when all they do in the first place is reference their own road rage on social media.

Walkability, schmalkability.

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The single most damning aspect of the Gospel of Appearances is the socio-economic status of the majority of those advocating it. Most often, they’re by no means the wealthiest members of the community, although they tend to be white, which means they’re certainly among the most privileged.

The rich ones rarely play this game. As defined by the possession of wealth, power and privilege, the upper crust is comfortable with a cynicism borne of detachment. In other words, there is nothing about an old fridge reposing on the porch of a rental property that threatens the position of a one-percenter, or stands in the way of his or her amassing even greater money and power.

Rather, those most fervently advocating programs to improve outward appearances are themselves located in what passes for a middle tier, light years removed socially and economically from the rarefied heights of the one-percenters, and always just a misfortune or three from slipping down the ladder into the untidily huddled masses below them.

Hence their annoyance with the visible disorderliness of the lower orders, and the eagerness with which they hector them, because they’ve managed to crawl a few yards ahead of the rabble, and intend to keep it this way.

What’s more, they’re forever willing to make soul-crushing alliances with traditional bastions of wealth, power and privilege, not so much because there is any genuine hope of upward advancement (itself largely a cultural myth), but to arrest the distasteful possibility of their own decline into non-manicured hopelessness.

The Gospel of Appearances grows increasingly shrill, and these visible yardsticks denoting boundaries take on byzantine complexity.

Socioeconomic realities? Dude, that’s just too many syllables, and no one really wants to dirty his hands. Tell you what, just get that fridge off your porch before we enact another symbolic, non-enforced ordinance.

After all, how many advocates of rental property reform care what happens inside the house?

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In a roundabout way, this brings me to the saga of Irv Stumler, his fiefdom (otherwise known as New Albany Clean and Green), and their unified appearance before the Board of Public Works and Safety on July 12.

To make a long story short, Stumler’s remarks on Tuesday were focused on two targets. He wanted the board to know that Bill Allen’s properties on the 200 block of East Main Street are dilapidated, disgraceful and potentially unsafe, and he offered to bring a group of volunteers down from the lofty heights of Silver Hills to mow vegetation growing from the medians further east on Main.

Whatever else we might say about the three members of the board, their hostility to Stumler was undisguised. Granted, board chairman Warren Nash did a better job of maintaining a partial poker face than Mickey Thompson and Cheryl Cotner-Bailey, both of whom openly snapped back at Mr. Clean Greens.

And no, Stumler cannot import his crew to weed-eat the median, because the city hires its own contractors to do it, and as an aside, isn’t this the real story?

Has the city mowed your verge lately?

Not that we’re judging.

In Stumler’s own words, he became aware of Bill Allen’s unsightly property while working to restore the original steeple on the Second Baptist (Town Clock) Church, which is Stumler’s second church steeple refit since 2008, when he spearheaded restoration work on St. Mary’s at the corner of 8th and Spring.

According to the Gospel of Appearances, blessed are those who help tax-exempt organizations maintain their properties. According to this logic, the city of New Albany received a boost in the quality of life when the two church spires were repaired, and yet, wouldn’t both these churches still be able to function spiritually without steeples?

Wasn’t the combined expense somewhere in the neighborhood of $750,000 of someone else’s money?

Might the money have been invested in other ways, so as to lift humans, and not spires?

Speaking personally, I’ve no problem in both these instances accepting the argument from the utility of historic preservation. Furthermore, I support the notion that the greenest building is the one already standing, and urge building rehabilitation whenever possible.

And yet metaphors matter.

Stumler once fought the Great Flowerpot War with city officials, competing to place the greatest number of beautiful ashtray-shaped urns at sidewalk corners, so as to block pedestrian access adjacent to high-speed, truck-choked one-way streets that Stumler fights like a banshee to keep exactly as they are.

Why always flowers, and never fundamentals?

Isn’t it true that when the infrastructure remains flawed, and ours certainly does, these steeples, flowerpots and “welcome to our city” signs are nothing more than blotches of lipstick on an aggregation of soiled and muddy pigs?

When Irv Stumler, the foremost exponent of the Gospel of Appearances, can see clearly enough that Bill Allen’s coat of paint back in 2012 was an evasion of responsibility for maintenance fundamentals expected of him, but cannot grasp that his own standards of imposed beautification parallel the futility of Allen’s bizarre whitewashing, especially when decreed to occur in the middle of a city where Padgett’s trucks shouldn’t be traversing in the first place, then it’s no longer a case of praiseworthy public service, as Dale Moss would have you believe.

It’s just sad.

Incredibly, indelibly sad.

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July 7: ON THE AVENUES: You say you want a resolution?

June 30: ON THE AVENUES: Irv Stumler screams, "We don't deserve two-way streets!"

June 23: ON THE AVENUES: There's no business like no business -- and it's none of your business.

June 16: ON THE AVENUES: When the engineer uttered that scandalous word aloud, it was like Christmas in June.

June 9: ON THE AVENUES: High atop Summit Springs with friends (and relatives) in low places.

Thursday, July 07, 2016

Chronicles of New Gahania, demolitions (s)edition: Tear it down! Or, appearances versus fundamental reality.


What's interesting to me about Brexit was the horizontal split in the UK's major vertical political silos.

Among both Tories and Labour, there were "leave" and "remain" factions. There may be a parallel phenomenon in America, in the anti-establishment (nodding to Bob Caesar here) candidacies of Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump.

It's too deep and broad a topic for today, and I mention these developments only as a segue into an observation about life in New Gahania, wherein we find a common view shared by seemingly disparate elements.

This view is the absolute imperative that things must LOOK better, rather than be made to WORK better, or to BE better in any fundamental way.

One of the foremost proponents of this philosophy of the Potemkin facade is Irv Stumler, who created New Albany Clean and Green as a sort of political action-meets-landscaping committee, such that every street corner in town must resemble a well-manicured, idealized manifestation of suburbia, even as one-way traffic roars past it, negating every conceivable benefit from the planting of flowers.

Apart from deeding the city to Padgett, Inc., one of Stumler's many other recent jihads is urging the demolition of derelict houses, which aligns him with folks like Greg Phipps who inhabit spaces across the aisle.

Again, the objective isn't safety; if it was, Stumler would advocate for ways for helping humans find affordable housing and living wages (does Phipps do even that?)

Rather, the aim is to make this place LOOK better, so that people speeding past while texting will know that New Gahania boasts the right kind of propriety.

And the odd part is that Phipps is in agreement with tearing things down and creating vacant lots, absent the sort of principled advocacy (sustainability and the greenest house we have is the one already standing) he'd undertake elsewhere.

It's very strange, this social justice as flower urn. Then again, so is the theory and practice of New Gahania.

Irv at BOW -- and by the way, work on Spring Street between Vincennes and Beharrell begins on Monday, July 11.