Friday, June 15, 2018
It was my first Kentuckiana Pride Parade, but it won't be my last.
I've never participated in a Kentuckiana Pride Parade, so today was a first for me, and awesome to boot. Thanks to Centerstone of Kentucky, Diana's employer, for having me.
It was great fun to walk in a parade. I sought to walk in the Harvest Homecoming Parade in 2015 as a mayoral candidate, and was unable to do so because, well, hidebound rules are hidebound rules.
The Pride Parade was welcoming and inclusive. Then again, I'm not presently a candidate, although I saw several of them ... walking.
Hmm.
They're not the greatest photos, but hopefully some of the joy is conveyed.
Seriously, I'm not a pessimist. It's just that optimism makes me break out. This said, the parade was tremendously uplifting, with a wonderful, positive spirit.
A motley collection of nutjob protesters advocating religious fruit loopery was present near the end of the parade route, and it was heartening that no one at all was yelling back at them, at least in anger. Laughter and mockery are other matters.
They promised a day of judgment quite soon, and surprisingly this prediction proved correct, as I immediately judged it fitting and proper that we pop in at Against the Grain for another beer on the way back to the car.
I'm sure some one has suggested it previously; if not, please allow me to be the first to propose Pride as a Harvest Homecoming Parade theme one of these years -- and no, it's not a political statement at all.
Just essential.
Choking on it: "What Caused the United States’ Decline?"
As a useful preface, it helps to know that I consider American "exceptionalism" to be sheer idiocy.
Ironically, former foreign service officer Louis Sell, now an author and teacher, was at the Louisville Free Public Library on Thursday evening to discuss his latest book. It's about US-Soviet relations in the context of the USSR's collapse, Sell's take was wonderful, and the topic provides an excellent segue into Tom Engelhardt's piece.
Why are we in a state of constant warfare throughout the world, having reached a point where so many Americans on the left side of the aisle are as hawkishly interventionalist, if not more bellicose, than the ones on the right?
Part of it owes to the vast extent of consumer borne fantasy-as-lifestyle, the sort of daily escapism that hinders realism once one steps outside the movie theater or away from the video game console.
But more importantly in terms of America as nation-state, it's about biting off more than we might possibly chew, because we no longer were contained by the Cold War stalemate -- and both God and Big Money told us so.
Who's going to perform the Heimlich maneuver for the United States?
Han Solo, perhaps?
What Caused the United States’ Decline? by Tom Engelhardt (TomDispatch.com, via The Nation)
Hint: you don’t have to look far.
When it comes to cluelessness, there’s another, far stranger path the United States has been following since at least the George W. Bush moment that couldn’t be more consequential and yet somehow remains the least noticed of all. On this subject, Americans don’t have a clue. In fact, if you could put the United States on a psychiatrist’s couch, this might be the place to start.
AMERICA CONTAINED
In a way, it’s the oldest story on Earth: the rise and fall of empires. And note the plural there. It was never — not until recently at least — empire, always empires. Since the fifteenth century, when the fleets of the first European imperial powers broke into the larger world with subjugation in mind, it was invariably a contest of many. There were at least three or sometimes significantly more imperial powers rising and contesting for dominance or slowly falling from it. This was, by definition, the history of great powers on this planet: the challenging rise, the challenged decline. Think of it for so many centuries as the essential narrative of history, the story of how it all happened until at least 1945, when just two “superpowers,” the United States and the Soviet Union, found themselves facing off on a global scale.
Of the two, the U.S. was always stronger, more powerful, and far wealthier. It theoretically feared the Russian Bear, the Evil Empire, which it worked assiduously to “contain” behind that famed Iron Curtain and whose adherents in this country, always modest in number, were subjected to a mania of fear and suppression. However, the truth — at least in retrospect — was that, in the Cold War years, the Soviets were actually doing Washington a strange, if unnoted, favor. Across much of the Eurasian continent, and other places from Cuba to the Middle East, Soviet power and the never-ending contest for influence and dominance that went with it always reminded American leaders that their own power had its limits. This, as the twenty-first century should have (but hasn’t) made clear, was no small thing. It still seemed obvious then that American power could not be total. There were things it could not do, places it could not control, dreams its leaders simply couldn’t have. Though no one ever thought of it that way, from 1945 to 1991, the United States, like the Soviet Union, was, after a fashion, “contained.”
In those years, the Russians were, in essence, saving Washington from itself. Soviet power was a tangible reminder to American political and military leaders that certain areas of the planet remained no-go zones (except in what, in those years, were called “the shadows”). The Soviet Union, in short, rescued Washington from both the fantasy and the hell of going it alone, even if Americans only grasped that reality at the most subliminal of levels.
This equilibrium lasted until the USSR's collapse in 1991, and ten years later, Osama bin Laden's terrorist attacks provided the opportunity for W & Co. to try swallowing the planet.
It's been mostly downhill ever since.
Despite what it looked like in Washington once upon a time, the disappearance of the Soviet Union proved to be no gift at all, but a disaster of the first order. It removed all sense of limits from America’s political class and led to a tale of greed on a planetary scale. In the process, it also set the U.S. on a path to self-decline.
The history of greed in our time has yet to be written, but what a story it will someday make. In it, the greed of those geopolitical dreamers will intersect with the greed of an ever wealthier, ever more gilded 1%, of the billionaires who were preparing to swallow whole the political system of that last superpower and grab so much of the wealth of the planet, leaving so little for others.
Whether you’re talking about the urge to control the planet militarily or financially, what took place in these years could, in the end, result in ruin of a historic kind. To use a favored phrase from the Bush years, one of these days we may be facing little short of “regime change” on a planetary scale. And what a piece of shock and awe that’s likely to prove to be.
All of us, of course, now live on the planet Bush’s boys tried to swallow whole. They left us in a world of infinite war, infinite harm, and in Donald Trump’s America where cluelessness has been raised to a new power.
Thursday, June 14, 2018
LIVE TO EAT: "Chef Space: a kitchen incubator ... and a community venture."
My original article about Chef Space appeared in Food & Dining Magazine's Spring 2018 issue (Vol. 59). In January, I made a connection.
A kitchen incubator is the sort of idea that might work in that big building at 336 Pearl Street.
The full text of the Chef Space article appears here. After reading it, feel free to click through and reread the above.
CHEF SPACE
1812 W. Muhammad Ali Blvd.
Louisville, KY 40203
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Chef Space: a kitchen incubator ... and a community venture.
When the legendary Jay’s Cafeteria closed for good in 2008, it marked the sad end of a restaurant and catering colossus in the Russell neighborhood of West Louisville. Now, it houses a new wave of entrepreneurs looking to make their mark.
Frank and Barbara Jean Foster opened Jay’s in 1974 at 504 S. 18th, then expanded in 1994 with a new and palatial 400-seat building just yards away at 1812 Muhammad Ali Boulevard. It was more than another place to eat. Jay’s was a hive for networking, a neighborhood focal point and a community center.
During their 30 years in operation, the Fosters served signature dishes like pot roast, ribs and sweet potato pie to a cross-section of the entire city. President Bill Clinton, global ambassador Muhammad Ali and boxing impresario Don King were among the guests, along with families from Russell and workers from nearby industries like Phillip Morris and Brown-Forman. They all came together over food.
Jay’s Cafeteria persevered even when Russell fell on hard times, suffering a litany of familiar late 20th-century ills: depopulation, dilapidation, redlining, counterproductive "renewal" schemes, poverty and crime.
When local industries began declining -- some closing and others downsizing -- the Fosters were compelled to sell. Two West Louisville churches combined to keep Jay’s open for a while, but by 2009, the building had become derelict, and demolition seemed the likeliest outcome.
Then new life came to the site when Community Ventures Corporation, a Kentucky-based nonprofit, purchased the structure and invested more than $4 million remodeling it for an innovative new use.
In late 2015, Chef Space was launched where Jay’s had served for so long, and for Louisville’s first kitchen incubator, the rest isn’t history.
Rather, it is future – exactly the prescription for West Louisville, as writer Michael Jones surveys in this issue's feature story Dine West.
What exactly is Chef Space?
"We’re Louisville’s only non-profit kitchen incubator, dedicated to helping early stage entrepreneurs launch their food-based businesses," explains Andrew Held, vice president of operations.
Christopher Lavenson is the president of Chef Space, and he proceeds to a bigger picture. "We’re part of a larger revitalization project, and this basically is an engine to create jobs through food entrepreneurship."
Lavenson and Held bring extensive and complementary skill sets to their jobs. Held holds master’s degrees in business and marketing, taught marketing at Sullivan and also found time to manage restaurants at various points between.
So extensive and hyperkinetic is Lavenson’s résumé that it defies a brief summary. He’s been in manufacturing, wholesale distribution, retail coffee, software, solid waste and resorts (among others), but if there is a common theme, it was revealed in a "40 Under 40" interview with Louisville Business First in 2013, when Lavenson was asked to look ahead.
Q: "What would be your ideal position in 2025?"
A: "Serial entrepreneur emeritus."
That’s it; serial entrepreneurs of the world, unite. At Chef Space, Lavenson takes his amassed experience and applies it to the needs of community development. He’s teaching tricks of the larger corporate trade to those innovating at the smaller grassroots level, linking them to what comes next.
Chef Space is just one moving part of a great many strategic plans and tactical partnerships undertaken by Community Ventures, the ultimate goal of which is the renewal of the Russell neighborhood. Moreover, with the city of Louisville directing unprecedented levels of funding and resources toward projects in West Louisville (an area under-valued by any economic metric), it is ripe for the sort of coordinated investment required for revitalization.
Louisville Metro Councilwoman Barbara Sexton Smith, whose 4th District includes Russell, says Chef Space fits perfectly into these efforts.
"Louisville is open for business, and Chef Space has developed the perfect recipe for success," Sexton Smith wrote in an e-mail. "Our growth and prosperity depends on small business development in hospitality and tourism. Chef Space is a proven model for maximizing economic vitality by using a real life laboratory to test your concept before making large investments."
Food will be a common denominator for the people coming to West Louisville to work and play amid revitalization projects to come -- just as it is today for existing residents in these neighborhoods -- or, as it sometimes is not, because West Louisville is a food desert, defined as an urban area lacking affordable, fresh food choices.
When it comes to dining options apart from fast food, one estimate finds ten times more restaurants to the immediate east of Louisville’s downtown than directly to the west. Viewed in this manner, Chef Space’s mission is brilliantly illuminated.
"The reason why we chose food is it doesn’t discriminate," Lavenson says.
"Everybody is comfortable with food. Everybody has a recipe, everybody’s an expert in cuisine. Not everybody’s an expert preparing it, but they know what they like. For all entrepreneurs, specifically with food, it doesn’t matter if you’ve gone to school, if you’ve filed bankruptcy, if you have a criminal record, whatever your race, religion or gender because there is no ceiling when it comes to food."
And so it is that with the assistance of a small support team, Lavenson and Held seek to bring these food dreams to fruition.
"Our whole mission is to help support dreamers who want to grow and create exciting opportunities in food."
Boosting food entrepreneurs to taste success
It begins when prospective food entrepreneurs come to Chef Space with their ideas. They’ll be tailored to individual needs beneath an umbrella of various basic membership plans. Overall, the incubator’s intent is to cover all fixed costs for a monthly fee, allowing members to focus on their food.
Thus far at Chef Space, tacos have been filled and cupcakes baked, hot sauces bottled, jams jarred, and pre-packaged meals assembled. Food truck operators utilize the incubator as their commissary kitchen. Caterers bulk up and branch out.
With an area of 13,000 square feet and facility access around the clock, Chef Space offers a packing kitchen; two complete hooded lines; dry storage; and enough cold storage to permanently bend the building’s electrical meter.
Members have an exhaustive assortment of appliances and kitchen equipment, including charbroilers, convection ovens, food processors, fryers, gas stock pot ranges, gas tilting skillets, ice makers, mixers, meat grinders, and maybe even the stray old-school spatula.
Chef Space also seeks to help food entrepreneurs with access to capital, branding and marketing, logo design and troubleshooting needs that might somehow elude the exhaustive forethought.
Taken as a whole, Chef Space’s myriad services to its members comprise an array of possibilities for food entrepreneurship. These services are tools, meant to be engaged purposefully toward a defined end, and naturally, tools tend to be inert if they’re not held in the hands of people who know how to use them.
Most of the food entrepreneurs at Chef Space already can boil, brine, dice and ferment. The kitchen incubator teaches them to scale, pack, streamline, finance, improve and grow, because jobs are created when these businesses begin hiring employees.
And the more skills these future employees possess, the better it is for everyone. This is why the next stage of Chef Space’s outreach is workforce development.
But first, meet some of the food entrepreneurs at Chef Space who are working to get their food together.
Lucretia’s Kitchen and comfort food like your mother made
It was Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend in January 2018, and also the second anniversary of Lucretia Thompson’s landmark "Soul Food Sunday." Lucretia’s Kitchen regularly cooks, barbecues and caters out of Chef Space, where Thompson also offers a lunch service Wednesday through Friday.
Thompson’s pedigree is barbecue. Her grandfather’s eatery was locally renowned Thompson’s BBQ, and her family’s special Liquid Gold BBQ sauce is a genuine heirloom.
Lucretia’s bounty for Soul Food Sunday includes eggs, bacon, cheese grits, country ham, biscuits and gravy and waffles. Then comes fried chicken, rib tips, meatloaf, smothered pork chops and catfish; greens, mac & cheese, baked beans, slaw and sweet potatoes; for dessert, there’s caramel cake, banana pudding and peach cobbler.
Adrian Miller is America’s "Soul Food Scholar," and he explores the art form in his book "Soul Food: The Surprising Story of an American Cuisine, One Plate at a Time."
"Soul food is really the interior cooking of the Deep South that migrates across the country. I think of soul food as an immigrant cuisine and ultimately a national cuisine, because black folks just landed in all parts of the country. But in terms of the difference between the two, soul food has more intense flavors. It's going to have more spice. It's going to be sweeter. It's a matter of intensity."
Chef Space’s Lavenson recalls the very first Soul Food Sunday in 2016. He’d heartily endorsed Thompson’s idea, and further recommended she sell advance tickets, all the better to gauge demand.
"On Friday she had 30 tickets sold, and I was ecstatic. We hadn’t had 30 people in the building – ever at one time, not even when the mayor came down for the grand opening."
In Atlanta for a food show, Lavenson received a call from Thompson.
"Guess how many people showed up for Soul Food Sunday? 350 people! This place was busting at the seams. It shows you how hungry the community is for healthy food -- and the power of social media and personal connections."
But was Lucretia’s Kitchen able to feed them?
"They pulled it off. I don’t know how she did it. It was like stone soup or something."
Thompson is busy … and bullish about her business’s prospects.
"Chef Space has been a great stepping stone and learning experience for us, and it has provided motivation for the immediate surrounding neighborhood that dreams come true. A brick and mortar of my own is the main goal for Lucretia’s Kitchen, and we are well on our way!"
V-Grits makes a vegan lifestyle easy and accessible.
Back when Shawn Steele and his wife Becky were "fairly new" to vegan cuisine, they fortuitously attended an event catered by Kristina Addington, who was the first plant-powered chef ever to win the Food Network’s Cutthroat Kitchen competition.
Impressed, the Steeles quickly volunteered to help Addington and her business partner Jeff Hennis with funding for their V-Grits food truck, which subsequently appeared at many of the same animal sanctuary benefits and festivals the Steeles frequented.
"We fell in love with their awesome food, as there are so few people doing it right," Steele says. "As entrepreneurs, we found they were savvy people who we could trust to follow through and do the right thing."
Steele learned to brew under Rick Stidham at Louisville’s Akasha Brewing Company, and later in 2018, his own craft beer startup, False Idol Independent Brewers, will partner with V-Grits to open Louisville’s inaugural vegan brewery (one of only a few in the country).
When their project gets off the ground at the former home of the Monkey Wrench bar at 1025 Barret Avenue, Addington’s tenure at Chef Space will come to an end. She says it has been a stepping stone.
"We were one of the first companies to sign up with Chef Space two years ago," Addington notes. "The timing was perfect. Chef Space provided secure parking for our food truck with hook ups, plenty of storage space, and more kitchen equipment than any food start-up could initially afford."
The incubator-fueled growth curve of V-Grits has included a line of cashew-based vegan cheeses (cheddar, mozzarella and pimento) and a well-subscribed series of Vegan Supper Club evenings held in the Chef Space public events area.
"Chef Space has given us the ability to test concepts and grow our brand, and also the confidence to take this next step into a brick and mortar."
Look for the V-Grits/False Idol vegan brewery to open in two stages, with the kitchen debuting in early summer, and the brewery shortly thereafter.
Handcrafted Elixir Kombucha makes it small, local and weird
Intriguingly, a different type of brewery already inhabits the collective kitchen at Chef Space, where I recently felt the sudden onset of déjà vu after spotting a young man diligently cleaning sixth-barrel stainless steel beer kegs with the assistance of a low-slung hunk of metal mounted by drums and hoses.
Speaking as a former co-owner of New Albanian Brewing Company in New Albany, the gadget looked very familiar to me, and Ryan Cheong had a cheerful explanation.
"It’s the NABC’s old keg washer," explained Cheong, a co-owner of Elixir Kombucha. "You sold it to Monnik Beer Company, and we bought it from them."
Elixir Kombucha’s keg cleaner stays plenty busy, because draft is ideal for serving kombucha (it also comes bottled), and the fledgling company’s sales have exploded since coming to Chef Space (106% growth in 2017 alone). Elixir Kombucha now is ready to leave the nest and get a place of its own.
Kombucha is a naturally fermented, effervescent and tangy probiotic tea, brewed with SCOBY, an acronym referring to "symbiotic colony of bacteria and yeast." This beverage -- which is thought to have originated in Manchuria -- can be flavored with spices, vegetables, herbs and fruit.
The cachet of kombucha lies in its presumed health benefits, particularly for one’s gut bacteria, from the presence of amino acids, enzymes and antioxidants. Medical science predictably demurs, but health and well-being are what drew together Cheong and his two longtime friends, Danielle and Corey Wood. They began homebrewing small batches of “bootch” for their families and acquaintances, who found the drink tasty and healthful.
While kombucha isn’t beer (there exists only trace alcohol, less than half a percentage point by volume), it is no exaggeration to suggest that kombucha is at the liftoff stage experienced by craft beer a decade ago.
There are creative echos as well; Elixir Kombucha’s year-round mainstays are Lavender Lemonade, Watermelon Jalapeno, Blueberry Pomegranate, & Pineapple Ginger. They might be summer wheat variants at a brewpub – and it’s no surprise that mixologists regard kombucha as an ideal base for cocktails.
Far more prosaically, commercial kombucha makers need equipment similar to that used by brewers, requiring significant outlays of capital.
"We got to the point of needing a commercial kitchen," Cheong says. "We googled and found Chef Space. They have everything we need to meet commercial compliance, and it lowered our risk. That’s been huge."
"It’s been a wild rise, and now they’re helping us with an exit strategy."
The next wave
Elixir Kombucha, V-Grits and Lucretia’s Kitchen all are in the process of exiting the Chef Space kitchen incubator. Daddy Rich’s already has. In late January, Rodrick Martin’s and Brian Allen’s soul food startup, specializing in chicken wings, cornbread and waffles, opened at 617 W. Oak Street in Old Louisville, specializing in chicken wings, cornbread and waffles.
A new wave of Chef Space members is settling into place. On MLK Day weekend -- as the line for Soul Food Sunday at Lucretia’s stretched outside the front door -- Jose Vergara was in back diligently preparing his work area for increased production of Don Tamal All Natural Gourmet Tamales, seasoned with Grandma’s Secret Blend of Seven Spices.
A few feet away at a prep table, Regina Swint tackled logistics for her line of Kentucky Hot Flashes (they’re spicy pickles). It was the very first day of her Chef Space membership. Another new arrival was Viviana Dias Ferreira; her Revolution Confections specializes in gourmet marshmallows flavored with bourbon, cold brew coffee and vanilla beans, among others.
Then I saw Vy Howard moving like a sculptor to delicately place finishing touches to one of her Syndesi Designer Desserts. This one happened to be a cake, but she also creates pies, French Macarons and other sweets.
Meanwhile, Lavenson and Held plot their next logical step, because -- if a central aim of Chef Space is to provide food entrepreneurs with the means to scale and modulate their concepts for success in a hyper-competitive world, -- it makes perfect sense that similar notions of modular scalability apply to those men and women who’ll be future members of their food service teams.
Hence the aforementioned workforce training plan.
"Technically, it’s going to be called a Certified Food/Restaurant Professional," Held says. "It’s for those committed to being full-time, professional restaurant employees."
Councilwoman Sexton Smith has personal experience with why this matters.
"I spent years managing a multi-unit restaurant operation covering several states," she writes. "The biggest threat to success is high turnover. I completely support the vertically integrated training program proposed by Chef Space as the key solution to drastically reducing turnover, saving millions of dollars every year."
"We’re going to put together a program of course work in a modular fashion,” Held continues. “When completed, it will allow people to enter restaurant work at a higher degree of qualification than they would otherwise."
Everyone involved understands such a program cannot magically appear overnight, and so a broad coalition is being built, bringing as many industry professionals and community service organizations into the tent as possible. They’ll provide the necessary feedback about the program’s structure, and they’ll have the vocal support of Sexton Smith.
"The real beauty of this certification program lies in its simplicity. Graduates are trained in areas of quality, service and cleanliness before they fill out a job application. And more importantly, they will know what to expect on their new job resulting in greater job satisfaction from the start."
Held also sees a parallel in the sharing economy.
"My pie in the sky is that this becomes an Uber for restaurants, with groups of certified individuals -- on dish, as hosts, servers, or on line prep -- becoming a resource to be dialed up as needed."
These newly certified food service professionals might rove, as capable of helping more than one restaurant get through periods of short-staffing, or their enhanced training and experience might lead directly to full-time positions -- and better pay.
"The reason they’re not going to school now for certifications and training is because they’re not going to school," concludes Held. "We have a facility that functions as an operating kitchen, and it seems like an opportunity to use the resources we’ve already built and put in place for some things outside our original mission."
Chef Space’s mission is evolving. For the kitchen incubator’s members, there are fringe benefits in camaraderie, mutual assistance and shared experience. In the Russell neighborhood, there is renewed hope for a community’s future.
As Lavenson said: "Food doesn’t discriminate."
GREEN MOUSE SAYS: Latest Reisz City Hall cost estimate reaches $9,250,000 -- and the tote board keeps spinning.
Previously the Green Mouse suggested that at least $390,000 had passed from Redevelopment to Denton Floyd to defray the purchase price of the former Reisz Furniture building.
ON THE AVENUES: Histrionic preservation? $8.5 9.25 million to gift Jeff Gahan with a new city hall "want" is inexcusable and simply obscene in a time of societal need.
The Mouse has since been persuaded that $750,000 is closer to the mark, as it pertains to accounting for the money already spent by City Hall to facilitate a new city hall -- whether it's reflected by Redevelopment accounting or not.
With there being no dispute that annual rent-to-own payments of $570,000 will total $8.5 million over the 15-year life of the agreement, the Mouse proposes that $9.25 million be used as the latest, best cost estimate -- and this is before moving expenses, interior decor, computers, tables, chairs and other top o' the line equipment is purchased.
The final city council vote will come at the Monday, July 2 meeting.
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
SHANE'S EXCELLENT NEW WORDS: Umbrageous boughs? Not on Market between Pearl and State.
Just our luck to live in a town where the mayor is allergic to shade.
umbrageous
Definition: (adjective) Affording or forming shade.
Synonyms: shadowed, shady
Usage: The chief beauty of trees consists in the deep shadow of their umbrageous boughs.
Chainsaws aren't my idea of kink, but different strokes and all. I suppose they do vibrate.
Following are posts about the awesomesauce Market Street median beautification project, which will result in trees falling on the north side of Market between Pearl and State, and don't forget: when your eyes bulge and your hair curls, and you think to yourself, "OMG this is tacky," you're actually insulting an engineer who knows quite a bit more than you (because money is to control what acorns are to oaks).
Peak inner city suburban Gahanism as HWC recommends buying IKEA when two local furniture dealers are yards away from the redesign atrocity.
Peak inner city suburban Gahanism via faux "input," pre-determined outcomes, clear-cutting, IKEA chairs and raging HWC paranoia. Welcome to your "improved" Market Street.
Goodbye to the Fork in the Road, hello to "Mayor Jeff Gahan presents, "A Fork Amid the Sidewalk" -- and fork YOU if you don't obey.
Jeff "Look at Me" Gahan's aquatic cult of personality: He brings us health, all by himself.
Taxpayers are footing the bill for full-page magazine ads like this one, and yet since the River Run Family Water Park's inception, detailed financial records about its annual summertime operation have remained a complete mystery because Jeff Gahan, whose photo dominates the layout, refuses to release them.
Before the city spends at least $8.5 million on a new city hall, shouldn't we know about the financial performance of Gahan's numerous other big ticket, bright and shiny projects? After all, initial expenditures are the proverbial tip of the iceberg. What are the ancillary costs for things like maintenance?
Where are the artful subsidies coming from?
And: the biggest question of all: Why are we spending money for ads like this, which serve primarily to glorify a solitary, grubby mayor?
There's a preview of Pints & Union in the new issue of Extol Magazine.
Extol Magazine's June/July issue is on the street, and there's a preview of Pints & Union. Go here to read it or pick up Extol at the usual locations.
June? Well, maybe. Yesterday Joe Phillips posted this at the P&u FB page:
"Making some adjustments, finishing kitchen and posting a set date within a few days ... "
It's close, the fog of start-up warfare is lifting, and the goal remains to get things rolling as soon as humanly possible. Joe's daughter Roxy put together this stellar poster, and the question mark will be removed quite soon.
Dragon King's Daughter's relocation to Market Street begins at the end of June.
Yesterday, we learned of a forthcoming brief respite for Quills.
Public service announcement for fans of Quills, which will be closed for a few days for the alley move.
Next in line is Dragon King's Daughter, making the long-awaited move to 129 W. Market Street -- Gary Wolf's market, at least to some of us old-timers.
Of course, this means there'll be a space to fill at the corner of Elm and Bank. If you hear anything, let us know.
At some point between now and mid-July, we'll also be seeing at least three openings: Longboard's, Double Barrel and Pints&union. for more information, skip to here ...
Downtown NA restaurant and bar scorecard: one new location, two openings and four coming soon.
... and take note that The Wright House Bar BQ seems already to have decamped to a different location in Clarksville.
NEW ALBANY DRAGON KING’S DAUGHTER IS CLOSING JUNE 28, RELOCATING AND HIRING, by Jessica Mathis (Food & Dining Magazine)
Dragon King’s Daughter, currently at 202 E. Elm St (but facing Bank St) in New Albany, is undergoing some exciting changes. The Japanese restaurant has outgrown their current space and will be relocating to the corner of First and Market streets and changing up its menu with some new items. The new space will offer almost twice as much space and consist of a dining room, a semi-private dining area, and a bar/lounge for diners 21 and up who want a more grown up experience in a kid-free zone. The restaurant will be closed for one to two weeks as it makes this move, and June 28th is their last day of operations on E. Elm St. They hope to open the new location the following weekend, but interested parties should follow their Facebook page or website for updates.
The restaurant will reopen with some new menu options, including the only robata grills in the region, according to General Manager Ryan Westphal. Robata is short for robatayaki, which means “fireside cooking,” and is a Japanese cuisine similar to barbecue that originated centuries ago when Japanese fishermen cooked around a communal hearth. In this style of cooking, vegetables and proteins (like seafood, beef, and chicken) are cooked over hot coals ...
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Truth is stranger than fact: Back in 2012, the Reisz building was to become a senior living complex. Bob Caesar kneecapped it -- and Deaf Gahan DISAGREED with Cee-Saw.
Earlier today, it was noted hereabouts that Bob Caesar, a social climbing Faux Democrat, is among the bloc of five council votes favoring the expenditure of a whopping $8.5 million to reclaim with requisite posh the long dormant Reisz Furniture building for use as a luxury government center.
ON THE AVENUES: Histrionic preservation? $8.5 million to gift Jeff Gahan with a new city hall "want" is inexcusable and simply obscene in a time of societal need.
The others favoring financial profligacy are Matt Nash (5th district), Greg Phipps (3rd), Pat McLaughlin (4th), all Gahanocrats, and from across the aisle, David (Buildings Not People) Barksdale.
Memories are short, and it has been only six years since since the most hopeful Reisz resuscitation idea in decades passed through the Redevelopment Commission with glowing reviews.
The Sterling Group approached city council in 2012 with a plan to transform the degraded structure (and the adjacent property now occupied by Underground Station) into Legacy at Riverside, a 74-unit senior living complex for eligible low- to middle-income older folks.
Caesar promptly allied with former councilman Kevin Zurschmiede, the latter an actual Republican, to summarily derail Sterling's project, successfully floating a resolution that tarred Legacy at Riverside with the aporophobic brush usually reserved for public housing denunciations, although the proposed development had nothing whatever to do with NAHA.
At least in part as a result of Caesar's and Zurschmiede's hatchet job, the Indiana Housing and Community Development Authority did not approve low-income tax credits for the Legacy at Riverside. At the time, a rising local political leader had this to say about it, and we turn to the newspaper's Daniel Suddeath for the rest of the story.
Mayor Jeff Gahan released a statement Friday expressing disappointment with IHCDA’s decision.
He said the Legacy at Riverside “would have given a dilapidated city block $12 million worth of development. The seniors that would reside there could have visited our downtown restaurants and shops, and contributed to the local economy in a big way.”
The administration estimated the property tax base would have risen from about $10,000 to $40,000 annually on the lot due to the Legacy at Riverside project.
However, Councilman Bob Caesar estimated the city would lose millions of dollars in property taxes over the life of the developments if they received credits when he voted in favor of the opposition resolution.
Louisville company LDG is proposing Summit Springs, which is not offered as an age-based development. The earnings ceiling would be 60 percent of the Area Median Income for residency at Summit Springs.
Attempts to reach LDG for comment on the status of Summit Springs were unsuccessful Friday.
Gahan said that at least a conversation has begun about housing in New Albany.
“Both public and private housing issues need to be a part of our public discussion,” he said.
See: Gahan's been stuck on the word "dilapidated" for six years.
I suppose Caesar is at least consistent in resolutely opposing affordable housing, seeing he has forever confused lower-income citizens with a lower class of citizenry.
But what the hell happened to Dear Leader?
Here he was, at the beginning of his reign, vanquishing Caesar's myopia with well-chosen comments about housing issues. Now he's demolishing public housing units and building statues to himself -- and almost none of it has been conducted publicly.
Shall we affirm the truth of the old saying, "absolute power corrupts absolutely"?
It's also instructive that during the very same IHCDA low-income tax credits award cycle, credits were denied to another project: "The proposed 104-unit Summit Springs project that would be located near the Interstate 265 interchange off State Street."
Welcome to Weird New Albany. Now that Summit Springs has been rendered into a partnership of sorts between its greed-headed developers and City Hall, and since it is being devoted to hotels and retail, not apartments, those bumps from 2012 are forgotten, and Caesar and Gahan can hold hands while praising the view from the Taco Bell by the strip mine.
Moreover, having chased away Sterling, these two political lovebirds can bond over Reisz as a paean to luxury governance.
A skin-in-the-game skin flick, as it were. There's something eternal about this ... and thoroughly nauseating, so make it "infernal" instead.
Following are some posts from the period in question.
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Shambolic NA: Big ticket jewelry and lower-income tax credits. (February 25, 2012)
As the excerpts here illustrate, rental housing owner Kevin Zurschmiede voted both ways while wearing different hats, putting him into position to tie King Larry's all-time flip-flop record by abstaining the next time it comes up ... and the developer did not fail to notice it. The administration took no public position until after the state declined credits. Councilman Caesar, who has contributed no known plan for assisting downtown revitalization beyond opposing two-way streets, outsourcing Bicentennial projects to out of state mercenaries and enabling condos-for-the-wealthy-some-time-way-down-the-road, was able to blithely rationalize his contempt for the less well off by waving a mimeograph of the tax code.
Fiction is dead and buried in New Albany, because everyday life is so consistently entertaining ... and so enduringly futile in a political sense. Do any of these people have a better idea for how the Reisz Building might realistically be used any time soon? Is it that we just couldn't run the risk of poorer old people living that close to Mr. Bobo's champagne-sipping penthouse dwellers? Doesn't Sterling actually have the money to do what they propose, and some semblance of a track record that might hint at an ability to succeed in doing it? If the answer to the last two questions is yes, shouldn't we give them the parking garage, because that way, at least something might get built?
Legacy at Riverside not dead yet in New Albany; Mayor Gahan disappointed that low-income tax credits weren’t awarded for developments, by Braden Lammers (Hanson Compendium of Pop Ups and Roll Overs)
Councilman Kevin Zurschmiede voted in favor of that resolution while on the redevelopment commission, but sponsored the measure opposing the developments for the council.
“We did have support unanimously [from the redevelopment commission], and then to find out after the fact in the new year that we might not have support I guess we were a little confused and not sure what was going on,” (John VanMeeter director of development for The Sterling Group) said.
(Mayor Jeff Gahan) said the Legacy at Riverside “would have given a dilapidated city block $12 million worth of development. The seniors that would reside there could have visited our downtown restaurants and shops, and contributed to the local economy in a big way.”
The administration estimated the property tax base would have risen from about $10,000 to $40,000 annually on the lot due to the Legacy at Riverside project. However, Councilman Bob Caesar estimated the city would lose millions of dollars in property taxes over the life of the developments if they received credits when he voted in favor of the opposition resolution.
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Speaking of the riverfront, let's check the class warfare front. (March 4, 2012)
Pictured above is the rear of what New Albanians long have referred to as the Reisz Furniture Building, which has been vacant for as long as most of us can remember, apart from being used by Schmitt Furniture as storage. Recently a proposal has been advanced by a Mishawaka-based firm (Sterling) to restore this long-term eyesore and replace rapidly decaying structures adjacent to it with new buildings, all for the purpose of creating affordable senior housing.
Largely at the behest of members Kevin Zurschmiede (R) and Bob Caesar (PD - Pretend Democrat), New Albany's city council rushed forward a resolution opposing affordable housing tax credits for this project, and these credits subsequently were denied by the state agency.
A half-block to the west, a sign has been erected to tout the "proper" use of governmental incentives to private developers.
For the River View development to proceed, it must be the beneficiary of -- yes, you guessed it -- various governmental subsidies and incentives, without which the utterly cashless Mainland Properties cannot so much as turn one single spade of downtown dirt.
What's more, while Zurschmiede, Caesar and four other council persons took the opportunity of their vote to rail publicly against the very possibility that the Reisz plan might someday, far in the future, be modified to permit differing uses of dwelling spaces than those originally specified in order for construction to be incentivized, not one of them has yet indicated a similar level of internal disturbance with the fact that Mainland has completely changed the nature and intent of its River View project, from enabling downtown condo ownership and residency from the outset, to pushing its ownership society to the very end, with intervening phases of retail, office and (gasp) apartment rentals all to occur first, whether they're needed or not.
Neither Zurschmiede nor Caesar have commented publicly as to what they feel might be a better way to rehab the long neglected Reisz building than the Sterling proposal. Concurrently, they both seem to approve subsidies to build something on the part of a development group with absolutely no money, rather than to incentivize another development group with money enough to a least complete plans without its open palm garishly extended.
If class warfare does not explain these attitudes, then what does?
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Recalling how the human progress retardant helped keep the Reisz building dilapidated into 2013. (January 5, 2013)
Still wonderfully and delightfully decrepit, the old Reisz Furniture building and adjacent rotting structures greet the New Year. Remember last year, when there was a proposal afoot to rehab these spaces, and Councilman Bob Caesar took time from his busy schedule of Crutchfield-fluffing to sabotage it?
Looking for the best New Albany bicentennial legacy of all? Keep reading.
CeeSaw's in the news again as Redevelopment defies the CM's weighty IRS tome (August 15, 2012).
Meanwhile, the affordable seniors project involving the long dormant Reisz building -- you remember, the one Bob Caesar defeated by doing a dramatic council rain dance with an Internal Revenue tax concordance held aloft to catch rays of Mitt Romney's abstinent light -- made preliminary sense to Redevelopment, although without the presence of dual council/commission members who dashed away lest they learn something, and now can be expected to solemnly swear that they were cruelly the information they missed by leaving before the second act.
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Speaking of the riverfront, let's check the class warfare front (March 4, 2012).
Neither Zurschmiede nor Caesar have commented publicly as to what they feel might be a better way to rehab the long neglected Reisz building than the Sterling proposal. Concurrently, they both seem to approve subsidies to build something on the part of a development group with absolutely no money, rather than to incentivize another development group with money enough to a least complete plans without its open palm garishly extended.
If class warfare does not explain these attitudes, then what does?
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Shambolic NA: Big ticket jewelry and lower-income tax credits (February 25, 2012).
As the excerpts here illustrate, rental housing owner Kevin Zurschmiede voted both ways while wearing different hats, putting him into position to tie King Larry's all-time flip-flop record by abstaining the next time it comes up ... and the developer did not fail to notice it. The administration took no public position until after the state declined credits. Councilman Caesar, who has contributed no known plan for assisting downtown revitalization beyond opposing two-way streets, outsourcing Bicentennial projects to out of state mercenaries and enabling condos-for-the-wealthy-some-time-way-down-the-road, was able to blithely rationalize his contempt for the less well off by waving a mimeograph of the tax code.
ON THE AVENUES: Histrionic preservation? $8.5 million to gift Jeff Gahan with a new city hall "want" is inexcusable and simply obscene in a time of societal need.
ON THE AVENUES: Histrionic preservation? $8.5 million to gift Jeff Gahan with a luxury city hall "want" is simply obscene in a time of societal need.
A weekly column by Roger A. Baylor.
I'm making up for the vacation day two weeks ago. For this afternoon's follow-up post, go here.
Back in 2014, Mayor Jeff Gahan had a prime opportunity to advance historic preservation.
A noted local contractor was willing to renovate the 150-year-old tavern building at 922 Culbertson Avenue, once doing business as Haughey’s Place, and known to a later generation as Al-Mel's. According to an oral understanding between the contractor and City Hall, Haughey’s was to be rehabilitated into the sort of street corner fixture our neighborhoods so desperately need.
Alas, poor Haughey's.
Unknown to most, a top-secret, in-house plan already was gestating to subsidize New Directions to build four houses in long-vacant lots across the street from Haughey's, and after a brief lull for campaign finance ciphering, our distinguished C-minus student/mayor abruptly reneged on saving the tavern, instead ordering the demolition of this longtime community gathering place.
ON THE AVENUES: A year later, the backroom politics of pure spite at Haughey’s Tavern still reek. (2015)
ON THE AVENUES: Now on tap at the ghost of Haughey's Place: The politics of pure spite. (2014)
Two more houses were added to the New Directions mandate, to be built atop the tavern’s vanquished, naked footprint. In 2015, to the surprise of absolutely no one, flash cards of these six finished houses (weirdly dubbed "painted ladies" by prudes unaware of prostitution's age-old vernacular) became one of Gahan’s prime re-election platform planks. Obviously, vacuous propaganda of this ilk was the primary reason for the tavern’s demolition in the first place.
Do you remember what our Genius of the Flood Plain said about the death sentence he handed to Haughey’s?
“After the construction of these homes are completed, no one will miss the dilapidated structure that was at 922 Culbertson Avenue.”
Sensitive self-monetizer, isn't he?
Four years later, these six pleasant, ordinary houses haven't made so much as a dent in terms of the city’s affordable housing crisis, and Gahan's brief, tepid interest in the topic had evaporated even before he began giggling with a poo-bah's childlike delight at his brilliant stratagem of targeting vulnerable populations at the New Albany Housing Authority for eviction and dispersal. The mayor's signature public housing putsch was greeted with fawning, slobbering approval by the Democratic Party's semi-literate bookless bootlickers.
It's June, 2018, and peak Gahanism has arrived. The Leaden Anchor-Laden Emperor has decreed that housing conditions for his staff outweigh the needs of the many, and so it seems inevitable that the “dilapidated” and “neglected” Reisz Furniture building on Main Street not only will escape the tavern’s dismal fate, but is singularly worthy of conversion into a brilliant new showpiece City Hall, one destined to gather many gushing state and national preservation awards, and some sweet day, bear the mayor’s name in awestruck tribute.
The backroom deals seemingly have been cut, the dupes corralled, and the necessary votes secured. Beaks are achieving optimal wetness. Of course, had Gahan concluded the opposite -- that a new parking garage, concert promotion bureau or gaping hole in the ground would be better to keep his gang of influence-peddlers in power -- then Reisz would have long since been reduced to rubble.
Histrionic preservationists should take pause, because it would be a mistake to rule out this purely conceivable outcome.
Other folks count sheep, Gahan enumerates wrecking balls -- and tree stumps, full-page magazine ads and anchor tattoos -- and Reisz might yet tumble earthward if the mayor doesn’t get his way.
Surely the snarling pre-emptive threats already have been transmitted via a brace of 2:00 a.m. phone calls to the minions, who silently curse the inconvenience as they bill to the mayor's dulcet coo. The envelopes are stuffed, and the globe keeps spinning.
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Whenever Gahan, a presumed Democrat, pontificates about the Reisz project being “a move to protect our history," I sadly recall the fate of Haughey’s and so many other remnants of the city’s past, buildings that might have been adaptively re-used, but didn’t meet the threshold of narcissistic grandiloquence demanded by the mayor’s ethics-free selective reasoning and laughably elevated self-image.
In a city more allergic to irony than pollen or ragweed, Gahan’s newfound tender concern for the historical imperatives of the Reisz building is profoundly ironic, too. Do you recall those two words, “dilapidated” and “neglect”?
They’re not mine.
Rather, they come straight from Dear Leader’s mouth, via the medium of Mike Hall, the Shadow Mayor & Big Word Interpreter & Imperial Court Food Taster, and they serve as the convenient excuse for Gahan to don his Halloween leftover Superman outfit and rescue this pathetically abused historic building from the scandalous clutches of its shirker owner, who after all, has allowed it to deteriorate to the current juncture of high urgency.
Except the neglectful "villain" in this instance has been remunerated far above market value for his stubbornness. The redevelopment commission surreptitiously gifted the Reisz’s purchase price of $390,000 to the city’s preferred contractor Denton Floyd -- by sheer coincidence, a firm frequently contributing to Gahan’s campaign war chest -- which duly passed the money to the Reisz building’s owner, who as Gahan himself concedes, rendered it dilapidated in the first place.
In consequence-free Nawbany, the words “miraculous government-enabled windfall bailout” spring immediately to mind.
Eagerly abetting Gahan’s desire to erect a lasting memorial to his shimmering and saintly benevolence is councilman David “Tunnel Vision” Barksdale, a thoroughly camouflaged Republican and prominent historic preservationist, who has let it be known that the Reisz building is so very important to the city that no cost is too great to “save” it.
To summarize, for at least thirty years the structure has rotted, but only now, with a crucial municipal election coming in 2019, does time suddenly become of the essence. The decision about Reisz must be made right away, with as little transparent public debate as possible, or else the city’s forward progress will be halted dead in its tracks.
And people still wonder why I’m cynical.
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So it is that even by the perennially underachieving standards of New Albany political decision-making, proponents of the Reisz renovation have mustered weak, wearying and dubious arguments in support of this project.
For example, there’s the "wave the bloody shirt of macho civic pride" argument. Gahan asks how we can countenance our neglected and dilapidated (my words, not his) city department sycophants laboring in an outdated and cramped shambles of a shared city-county building owned by our mortal enemies in Floyd County government, who long ago supplanted heinous Jeffersonville as the proper object of patriotic New Albanian scorn.
In short: If the city doesn’t immediately get its own pad, that dastardly Mark Seabrook wins!
As such, Gahan proposes to improve and enlarge the work space in a future Reisz City Hall, but seriously, do a couple dozen city employees really need four times more office space in this age of the microchip, when administrative needs are ever more reduced and compacted?
Besides, no other City Hall rehousing options have been explored. None of the many other historic buildings in need of refurbishment have been considered, and new construction evidently is off the table. Not once has it been explained why the cavernous Reisz building is the only possible solution to an insignificant problem -- apart from “Big Daddy G says so.”
However, there are at least 8,500,000 solid reasons to be wary, because since the Reisz dream was announced less than a year ago, the annual cost to the city for these new digs already has more than doubled, to $570,000 per year on a handy 15-year, rent-to-own payment plan, with the necessity of TIF pledges as collateral.
Imagine how $570,000 each year might address the genuine needs of city residents, like decent housing, workforce training, transit choices or remedying our shrinking urban tree canopy. It might even finance the long overdue fulfillment of Gahan's pledge to institute rental property inspections, which he's hoping we've forgotten. We haven't.
The most unconvincing argument of all comes from Barksdale, who claims this total investment of at least $8.5 million to provide enhanced luxury government space is fully justified because it will definitively prove at long last to skeptical townspeople that City Hall is willing to put “skin in the game.”
To support this breathtaking instance of middle school adolescent playground logic, Barksdale asserts that during the past decade, entrepreneurs and private investors have poured somewhere around $60 million into downtown.
Stopped analog clocks can be trusted twice a day, and Barksdale is correct; he may be lowballing the amount, but he's drawing a mistaken conclusion.
To understand why, consider that few, if any, of the incentives, abatements and giveaways routinely awarded by the city to corporate entities like Sazerac have yet to land in the deserving laps of these independent business operators.
They’ve gone it almost entirely alone, and an uncommon number have succeeded, and yet somehow from this reality Barksdale conjures an indie business community desperately begging the city to display insane fiscal profligacy by pumping $8.5 million into a single downtown building rather than into downtown as a whole.
It's an "all eggs into one basket" proposition, moving a small number of government employees already adequately housed a mere stone's throw away, while at the same time taking the Reisz building permanently off the tax rolls, and worse, foolishly depleting economic development resources to facilitate the wants of four-times-bigger government, as opposed to the needs of private sector employers, or more importantly, of ordinary citizens all over town who are struggling to make ends meet.
Barksdale’s elitist view of what constitutes "skin in the game" doesn't make sense. It's our "skin" as citizens, not his (or Gahan's). Simply stated, this is sheer, contrived, oblivious and unadulterated hokum.
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Councilman Scott Blair, an independent, sensibly suggests (to Deaf ears) that "putting skin in the game" might be more effective, and more prudent financially, if mayor and council worked together to prioritize the Reisz building's redemption via the private sector, with the city devoting reasonably-scaled dollops of economic development funds and subsidies to help someone else save the building and keep it taxable.
Blair understands that what downtown stakeholders don’t really need is $8.5 million devoted to the enhancement of mayoral megalomania, while masquerading as historic preservation fetishism. However, downtown stakeholders actually do need some skin, just not in the form of a government-only housing upgrade.
They need infrastructure improvements aimed at greater walkability, bikeability and access for the disabled.
They -- we -- need more residents living downtown ... fast and modern internet access ... grassroots programs for small business ... capable workers ... a structured plan for branding and marketing ... and two-way streets -- not like Gahan’s half-assed pavement enhancement expenditure last year, but in the form of reliable transparency and regular communication from, and with, City Hall itself.
Grassroots support, not trickle down; and moreover, stakeholders in the remainder of the city need these investments and innovations, as well.
Mark these words: Gahan's chronic neglect of the periphery, and his occasional colonial abuses of outlying neighborhoods (ask Mt. Tabor Road residents "why he's here") are about to become an important campaign issue for 2019.
If it’s true that a government building stuffed with government workers can be a viable tool for revitalization -- and this notion is highly debatable -- wouldn’t it be a better idea to move City Hall to the moribund Colonial Manor shopping center on Charlestown Road, thereby helping to revitalize a “neglected” corridor that really needs it?*
Overall, considering the many issues we face citywide, ask yourself truthfully: can $8.5 million to overhaul the Reisz building for government use, and government use alone, genuinely help resolve a single one of them?
No, and anyone who thinks ordinary New Albanians-on-the-street are clamoring for this potted project has descended into self-delusion. If put to a referendum, a new or remodeled City Hall would lose at least 70% - 30%. and every ranking political suit in town knows it, hence the cloak and dagger back alley pursuit of Gahan’s and Barksdale’s narrow and expensive goal.
I generally favor historic preservation, and it was a punch to the gut to watch the wrecking ball fell Haughey’s Tavern, but it's past the time for us to recognize that preservationists are not immune to jumping the shark.
Remember when the "cost be damned" necessity of the moment was a heroic crusade to save the tiny Emery's Ice Cream building?
I, too, advocate the rehabilitation of the Reisz, but in the rational and integrated fashion suggested by Scott Blair. A final council vote remains, and it’s still possible for reason to prevail if one of four councilmen, all Democrats, come back to earth: Nash, Phipps, Caesar or McLaughlin. Courage, anyone?
The lessons of the past also mustn’t be forgotten. Gahan’s rapacious, self-serving and politically motivated calculations have brought us to this absurd juncture.
In effect, the mayor is endorsing an equation whereby Barksdale and the historic preservationist contingent assert that the Reisz building must be saved at any cost, and by extension, only government can shoulder the burden of unlimited costs since limitless money is what government is here to provide for ideas precisely like this.
Boundless money ... and for what?
A building, not people.
This is the final, infuriating insult, and it is inexplicable to me that Barksdale and the lock-step community pillars being pushed to the lectern in support of this extravagance (although not Gahan himself, who as usual, hasn't bothered to appear publicly at all) blithely favor bilking taxpayers to the tune of $8.5 million to save this single building, but when they're asked about Gahan’s eagerness to demolish public housing units without a coherent plan to rehouse the flesh-and-blood humans who’ll be displaced, they no longer have anything to say, and head straight for the exits.
Eyes turn to the ceiling, crickets chirp and pins drop. Somewhere, a dog balefully yowls.
It's the silence of the shams.
They adore bright shiny objects, not so much the vulnerable. Glorious government buildings, not persons in need. Plaques for the self-anointed pillars, not assistance for the oppressed. Disney-fried grandiosity in bricks and mortar … not human beings.
Hypocrisy on this colossal scale unfortunately isn't novel in New Albany, though it's no less sickening when it flares.
However, we can rejoice, because in less than a year, there’ll be the opportunity to rectify the robotic empathy imbalance by way of the ballot's historically restorative power.
Until then, please call your councilman and ask him (they’re all men, you know, each and every one of them) to explain how an $8.5 million City Hall helps resolve anything at all -- and if they don't hang up on you, send their answers to NA Confidential.
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* with a nod to the Bookseller.
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Recent columns:
June 7: ON THE AVENUES: Taco Bell has as much to do with "local business" as Jeff Gahan does with "quality urban design principles."
There was no column on May 31.
May 24: ON THE AVENUES: Long live Keg Liquors Fest of Ale, an indisputable annual beer institution.
May 17: ON THE AVENUES: Ghosts within these stones, defiance in these bones.
A weekly column by Roger A. Baylor.
I'm making up for the vacation day two weeks ago. For this afternoon's follow-up post, go here.
Back in 2014, Mayor Jeff Gahan had a prime opportunity to advance historic preservation.
A noted local contractor was willing to renovate the 150-year-old tavern building at 922 Culbertson Avenue, once doing business as Haughey’s Place, and known to a later generation as Al-Mel's. According to an oral understanding between the contractor and City Hall, Haughey’s was to be rehabilitated into the sort of street corner fixture our neighborhoods so desperately need.
Alas, poor Haughey's.
Unknown to most, a top-secret, in-house plan already was gestating to subsidize New Directions to build four houses in long-vacant lots across the street from Haughey's, and after a brief lull for campaign finance ciphering, our distinguished C-minus student/mayor abruptly reneged on saving the tavern, instead ordering the demolition of this longtime community gathering place.
ON THE AVENUES: A year later, the backroom politics of pure spite at Haughey’s Tavern still reek. (2015)
ON THE AVENUES: Now on tap at the ghost of Haughey's Place: The politics of pure spite. (2014)
Two more houses were added to the New Directions mandate, to be built atop the tavern’s vanquished, naked footprint. In 2015, to the surprise of absolutely no one, flash cards of these six finished houses (weirdly dubbed "painted ladies" by prudes unaware of prostitution's age-old vernacular) became one of Gahan’s prime re-election platform planks. Obviously, vacuous propaganda of this ilk was the primary reason for the tavern’s demolition in the first place.
Do you remember what our Genius of the Flood Plain said about the death sentence he handed to Haughey’s?
“After the construction of these homes are completed, no one will miss the dilapidated structure that was at 922 Culbertson Avenue.”
Sensitive self-monetizer, isn't he?
Four years later, these six pleasant, ordinary houses haven't made so much as a dent in terms of the city’s affordable housing crisis, and Gahan's brief, tepid interest in the topic had evaporated even before he began giggling with a poo-bah's childlike delight at his brilliant stratagem of targeting vulnerable populations at the New Albany Housing Authority for eviction and dispersal. The mayor's signature public housing putsch was greeted with fawning, slobbering approval by the Democratic Party's semi-literate bookless bootlickers.
It's June, 2018, and peak Gahanism has arrived. The Leaden Anchor-Laden Emperor has decreed that housing conditions for his staff outweigh the needs of the many, and so it seems inevitable that the “dilapidated” and “neglected” Reisz Furniture building on Main Street not only will escape the tavern’s dismal fate, but is singularly worthy of conversion into a brilliant new showpiece City Hall, one destined to gather many gushing state and national preservation awards, and some sweet day, bear the mayor’s name in awestruck tribute.
The backroom deals seemingly have been cut, the dupes corralled, and the necessary votes secured. Beaks are achieving optimal wetness. Of course, had Gahan concluded the opposite -- that a new parking garage, concert promotion bureau or gaping hole in the ground would be better to keep his gang of influence-peddlers in power -- then Reisz would have long since been reduced to rubble.
Histrionic preservationists should take pause, because it would be a mistake to rule out this purely conceivable outcome.
Other folks count sheep, Gahan enumerates wrecking balls -- and tree stumps, full-page magazine ads and anchor tattoos -- and Reisz might yet tumble earthward if the mayor doesn’t get his way.
Surely the snarling pre-emptive threats already have been transmitted via a brace of 2:00 a.m. phone calls to the minions, who silently curse the inconvenience as they bill to the mayor's dulcet coo. The envelopes are stuffed, and the globe keeps spinning.
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Whenever Gahan, a presumed Democrat, pontificates about the Reisz project being “a move to protect our history," I sadly recall the fate of Haughey’s and so many other remnants of the city’s past, buildings that might have been adaptively re-used, but didn’t meet the threshold of narcissistic grandiloquence demanded by the mayor’s ethics-free selective reasoning and laughably elevated self-image.
In a city more allergic to irony than pollen or ragweed, Gahan’s newfound tender concern for the historical imperatives of the Reisz building is profoundly ironic, too. Do you recall those two words, “dilapidated” and “neglect”?
They’re not mine.
Rather, they come straight from Dear Leader’s mouth, via the medium of Mike Hall, the Shadow Mayor & Big Word Interpreter & Imperial Court Food Taster, and they serve as the convenient excuse for Gahan to don his Halloween leftover Superman outfit and rescue this pathetically abused historic building from the scandalous clutches of its shirker owner, who after all, has allowed it to deteriorate to the current juncture of high urgency.
Except the neglectful "villain" in this instance has been remunerated far above market value for his stubbornness. The redevelopment commission surreptitiously gifted the Reisz’s purchase price of $390,000 to the city’s preferred contractor Denton Floyd -- by sheer coincidence, a firm frequently contributing to Gahan’s campaign war chest -- which duly passed the money to the Reisz building’s owner, who as Gahan himself concedes, rendered it dilapidated in the first place.
In consequence-free Nawbany, the words “miraculous government-enabled windfall bailout” spring immediately to mind.
Eagerly abetting Gahan’s desire to erect a lasting memorial to his shimmering and saintly benevolence is councilman David “Tunnel Vision” Barksdale, a thoroughly camouflaged Republican and prominent historic preservationist, who has let it be known that the Reisz building is so very important to the city that no cost is too great to “save” it.
To summarize, for at least thirty years the structure has rotted, but only now, with a crucial municipal election coming in 2019, does time suddenly become of the essence. The decision about Reisz must be made right away, with as little transparent public debate as possible, or else the city’s forward progress will be halted dead in its tracks.
And people still wonder why I’m cynical.
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So it is that even by the perennially underachieving standards of New Albany political decision-making, proponents of the Reisz renovation have mustered weak, wearying and dubious arguments in support of this project.
For example, there’s the "wave the bloody shirt of macho civic pride" argument. Gahan asks how we can countenance our neglected and dilapidated (my words, not his) city department sycophants laboring in an outdated and cramped shambles of a shared city-county building owned by our mortal enemies in Floyd County government, who long ago supplanted heinous Jeffersonville as the proper object of patriotic New Albanian scorn.
In short: If the city doesn’t immediately get its own pad, that dastardly Mark Seabrook wins!
As such, Gahan proposes to improve and enlarge the work space in a future Reisz City Hall, but seriously, do a couple dozen city employees really need four times more office space in this age of the microchip, when administrative needs are ever more reduced and compacted?
Besides, no other City Hall rehousing options have been explored. None of the many other historic buildings in need of refurbishment have been considered, and new construction evidently is off the table. Not once has it been explained why the cavernous Reisz building is the only possible solution to an insignificant problem -- apart from “Big Daddy G says so.”
However, there are at least 8,500,000 solid reasons to be wary, because since the Reisz dream was announced less than a year ago, the annual cost to the city for these new digs already has more than doubled, to $570,000 per year on a handy 15-year, rent-to-own payment plan, with the necessity of TIF pledges as collateral.
Imagine how $570,000 each year might address the genuine needs of city residents, like decent housing, workforce training, transit choices or remedying our shrinking urban tree canopy. It might even finance the long overdue fulfillment of Gahan's pledge to institute rental property inspections, which he's hoping we've forgotten. We haven't.
The most unconvincing argument of all comes from Barksdale, who claims this total investment of at least $8.5 million to provide enhanced luxury government space is fully justified because it will definitively prove at long last to skeptical townspeople that City Hall is willing to put “skin in the game.”
To support this breathtaking instance of middle school adolescent playground logic, Barksdale asserts that during the past decade, entrepreneurs and private investors have poured somewhere around $60 million into downtown.
Stopped analog clocks can be trusted twice a day, and Barksdale is correct; he may be lowballing the amount, but he's drawing a mistaken conclusion.
To understand why, consider that few, if any, of the incentives, abatements and giveaways routinely awarded by the city to corporate entities like Sazerac have yet to land in the deserving laps of these independent business operators.
They’ve gone it almost entirely alone, and an uncommon number have succeeded, and yet somehow from this reality Barksdale conjures an indie business community desperately begging the city to display insane fiscal profligacy by pumping $8.5 million into a single downtown building rather than into downtown as a whole.
It's an "all eggs into one basket" proposition, moving a small number of government employees already adequately housed a mere stone's throw away, while at the same time taking the Reisz building permanently off the tax rolls, and worse, foolishly depleting economic development resources to facilitate the wants of four-times-bigger government, as opposed to the needs of private sector employers, or more importantly, of ordinary citizens all over town who are struggling to make ends meet.
Barksdale’s elitist view of what constitutes "skin in the game" doesn't make sense. It's our "skin" as citizens, not his (or Gahan's). Simply stated, this is sheer, contrived, oblivious and unadulterated hokum.
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Councilman Scott Blair, an independent, sensibly suggests (to Deaf ears) that "putting skin in the game" might be more effective, and more prudent financially, if mayor and council worked together to prioritize the Reisz building's redemption via the private sector, with the city devoting reasonably-scaled dollops of economic development funds and subsidies to help someone else save the building and keep it taxable.
Blair understands that what downtown stakeholders don’t really need is $8.5 million devoted to the enhancement of mayoral megalomania, while masquerading as historic preservation fetishism. However, downtown stakeholders actually do need some skin, just not in the form of a government-only housing upgrade.
They need infrastructure improvements aimed at greater walkability, bikeability and access for the disabled.
They -- we -- need more residents living downtown ... fast and modern internet access ... grassroots programs for small business ... capable workers ... a structured plan for branding and marketing ... and two-way streets -- not like Gahan’s half-assed pavement enhancement expenditure last year, but in the form of reliable transparency and regular communication from, and with, City Hall itself.
Grassroots support, not trickle down; and moreover, stakeholders in the remainder of the city need these investments and innovations, as well.
Mark these words: Gahan's chronic neglect of the periphery, and his occasional colonial abuses of outlying neighborhoods (ask Mt. Tabor Road residents "why he's here") are about to become an important campaign issue for 2019.
If it’s true that a government building stuffed with government workers can be a viable tool for revitalization -- and this notion is highly debatable -- wouldn’t it be a better idea to move City Hall to the moribund Colonial Manor shopping center on Charlestown Road, thereby helping to revitalize a “neglected” corridor that really needs it?*
Overall, considering the many issues we face citywide, ask yourself truthfully: can $8.5 million to overhaul the Reisz building for government use, and government use alone, genuinely help resolve a single one of them?
No, and anyone who thinks ordinary New Albanians-on-the-street are clamoring for this potted project has descended into self-delusion. If put to a referendum, a new or remodeled City Hall would lose at least 70% - 30%. and every ranking political suit in town knows it, hence the cloak and dagger back alley pursuit of Gahan’s and Barksdale’s narrow and expensive goal.
I generally favor historic preservation, and it was a punch to the gut to watch the wrecking ball fell Haughey’s Tavern, but it's past the time for us to recognize that preservationists are not immune to jumping the shark.
Remember when the "cost be damned" necessity of the moment was a heroic crusade to save the tiny Emery's Ice Cream building?
I, too, advocate the rehabilitation of the Reisz, but in the rational and integrated fashion suggested by Scott Blair. A final council vote remains, and it’s still possible for reason to prevail if one of four councilmen, all Democrats, come back to earth: Nash, Phipps, Caesar or McLaughlin. Courage, anyone?
The lessons of the past also mustn’t be forgotten. Gahan’s rapacious, self-serving and politically motivated calculations have brought us to this absurd juncture.
In effect, the mayor is endorsing an equation whereby Barksdale and the historic preservationist contingent assert that the Reisz building must be saved at any cost, and by extension, only government can shoulder the burden of unlimited costs since limitless money is what government is here to provide for ideas precisely like this.
Boundless money ... and for what?
A building, not people.
This is the final, infuriating insult, and it is inexplicable to me that Barksdale and the lock-step community pillars being pushed to the lectern in support of this extravagance (although not Gahan himself, who as usual, hasn't bothered to appear publicly at all) blithely favor bilking taxpayers to the tune of $8.5 million to save this single building, but when they're asked about Gahan’s eagerness to demolish public housing units without a coherent plan to rehouse the flesh-and-blood humans who’ll be displaced, they no longer have anything to say, and head straight for the exits.
Eyes turn to the ceiling, crickets chirp and pins drop. Somewhere, a dog balefully yowls.
It's the silence of the shams.
They adore bright shiny objects, not so much the vulnerable. Glorious government buildings, not persons in need. Plaques for the self-anointed pillars, not assistance for the oppressed. Disney-fried grandiosity in bricks and mortar … not human beings.
Hypocrisy on this colossal scale unfortunately isn't novel in New Albany, though it's no less sickening when it flares.
However, we can rejoice, because in less than a year, there’ll be the opportunity to rectify the robotic empathy imbalance by way of the ballot's historically restorative power.
Until then, please call your councilman and ask him (they’re all men, you know, each and every one of them) to explain how an $8.5 million City Hall helps resolve anything at all -- and if they don't hang up on you, send their answers to NA Confidential.
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* with a nod to the Bookseller.
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Recent columns:
June 7: ON THE AVENUES: Taco Bell has as much to do with "local business" as Jeff Gahan does with "quality urban design principles."
There was no column on May 31.
May 24: ON THE AVENUES: Long live Keg Liquors Fest of Ale, an indisputable annual beer institution.
May 17: ON THE AVENUES: Ghosts within these stones, defiance in these bones.
Public service announcement for fans of Quills, which will be closed for a few days for the alley move.
| Get ready. |
Quills wants you to know the schedule as the coffee shop moves to a different portal in the same building.
"As you may have heard and seen, we are relocating our New Albany café to the back alley. With that, this is our last week of service in our current space, and we will be closing at 2pm on Sunday June 17th to begin tearing down the old bar. We will be re-opening in the garage the following Monday June 25. Swing by one last time(s) this week, and see you in the new space soon!"
| A couple months ago. |
Monday, June 11, 2018
The belated Memorial Day post by Howard Zinn: "Whom Will We Honor Memorial Day?"
I had no idea Cannon Fodder was a game, and has been for a long time. Small wonder we're doomed as a nation.
One reason that I'm a last-minute type of guy is because if the planning is done too far in advance, I forget about it. So it was with this, which was laid out prior to Memorial Day for publication on Memorial Day, then slipped down the queue. By the time I saw it again, ten days had elapsed.
Better late than never, I guess.
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"No politician who voted funds for war, no business contractor for the military, no general who ordered young men into battle, no FBI man who spied on anti-war activities, should be invited to public ceremonies on this sacred day. Let the dead of past wars be honored. Let those who live pledge themselves never to embark on mass slaughter again."
-- Howard Zinn
To me, the most disrespectful act that might be directed against the fallen from past wars, or the veterans still among us, is to accept self-censorship as it pertains to discussing the honest, real-world reasons why these conflicts occurred. There's no "either-or" fallacy stipulating that we all fall into line, or else be considered traitors.
Memorialize, and never stop asking questions, even when the answers are unpleasant. Some day we might learn. If we tolerate silence, then our children obviously will be next. If we tolerate war, pestilence and mayhem, then a little Zinn is good for whatever remains of our souls
Whom Will We Honor Memorial Day?, by Howard Zinn
Published on June 2, 1976 in the Boston Globe and republished in The Zinn Reader with the brief introduction below.
Memorial Day will be celebrated … by the usual betrayal of the dead, by the hypocritical patriotism of the politicians and contractors preparing for more wars, more graves to receive more flowers on future Memorial Days. The memory of the dead deserves a different dedication. To peace, to defiance of governments.
In 1974, I was invited by Tom Winship, the editor of the Boston Globe, who had been bold enough in 1971 to print part of the top secret Pentagon Papers on the history of the Vietnam War, to write a bi-weekly column for the op-ed page of the newspaper. I did that for about a year and a half. The column below appeared June 2, 1976, in connection with that year’s Memorial Day. After it appeared, my column was cancelled.
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Memorial Day will be celebrated as usual, by high-speed collisions of automobiles and bodies strewn on highways and the sound of ambulance sirens throughout the land.
It will also be celebrated by the display of flags, the sound of bugles and drums, by parades and speeches and unthinking applause.
It will be celebrated by giant corporations, which make guns, bombs, fighter planes, aircraft carriers and an endless assortment of military junk and which await the $100 billion in contracts to be approved soon by Congress and the President.
There was a young woman in New Hampshire who refused to allow her husband, killed in Vietnam, to be given a military burial. She rejected the hollow ceremony ordered by those who sent him and 50,000 others to their deaths. Her courage should be cherished on Memorial Day. There were the B52 pilots who refused to fly those last vicious raids of Nixon’s and Kissinger’s war. Have any of the great universities, so quick to give honorary degrees to God-knows-whom, thought to honor those men at this Commencement time, on this Memorial Day?
No politician who voted funds for war, no business contractor for the military, no general who ordered young men into battle, no FBI man who spied on anti-war activities, should be invited to public ceremonies on this sacred day. Let the dead of past wars be honored. Let those who live pledge themselves never to embark on mass slaughter again.
“The shell had his number on it. The blood ran into the ground…Where his chest ought to have been they pinned the Congressional Medal, the DSC, the Medaille Militaire, the Belgian Croix de Guerre, the Italian gold medal, The Vitutea Militara sent by Queen Marie of Rumania. All the Washingtonians brought flowers .. Woodrow Wilson brought a bouquet of poppies.”
Those are the concluding lines of John Dos Passos angry novel 1919. Let us honor him on Memorial Day.
And also Thoreau, who went to jail to protest the Mexican War.
And Mark Twain, who denounced our war against the Filipinos at the turn of the century.
And I.F. Stone, who virtually alone among newspaper editors exposed the fraud and brutality of the Korean War.
Let us honor Martin Luther King, who refused the enticements of the White House, and the cautions of associates, and thundered against the war in Vietnam.
Memorial Day should be a day for putting flowers on graves and planting trees. Also, for destroying the weapons of death that endanger us more than they protect us, that waste our resources and threaten our children and grandchildren.
On Memorial Day we should take note that, in the name of “defense,” our taxes have been used to spend a quarter of a billion dollars on a helicopter assault ship called “the biggest floating lemon,” which was accepted by the Navy although it had over 2,000 major defects at the time of its trial cruise.
Meanwhile, there is such a shortage of housing that millions live in dilapidated sections of our cities and millions more are forced to pay high rents or high interest rates on their mortgages. There’s 90 billion for the B1 bomber, but people don’t have money to pay hospital bills.
We must be practical, say those whose practicality has consisted of a war every generation. We mustn’t deplete our defenses. Say those who have depleted our youth, stolen our resources. In the end, it is living people, not corpses, creative energy, not destructive rage, which are our only real defense, not just against other governments trying to kill us, but against our own, also trying to kill us.
Let us not set out, this Memorial Day, on the same old drunken ride to death.
And as an epilogue of sorts.
Berrigan, Ellsberg and Memorial Day, by Doug Noble (CounterPunch)
Memorial Day is a day noted for its parades honoring veterans by ennobling, glorifying (and thereby perpetuating) US war and militarism. The peace community in Rochester observes instead a solemn riverside service memorializing the thousands of victims of current US war and aggression, with each victim symbolized by a single rose tossed lovingly into the river’s flow.
Victims memorialized include the casualties of US sanctioned war and aggression, from Afghanistan and Iraq to Syria to Yemen to Somalia to South Sudan to Palestine. Also the many innocent victims of drone attacks, inhumane US immigration and incarceration policies, militarization of the police, and preventable gun violence. And the worldwide victims of catastrophic climate change, fed by US policies of denial and consumption. And an entire global population victimized by the threat of nuclear Armageddon triggered by senseless US provocations of Iran, North Korea, Russia, China.
There would not be enough roses to identify and honor even the tiniest sample of the the thousands of innocent victims lost to aggressive US policies. Such roses could easily choke the Genesee River in sorrow. Yet remembrance, however heartfelt, is still insufficient. After all, in his Gettysburg memorial address, Abraham Lincoln noted the futility of consecrating the war dead without rectifying the war’s cause: “It is for us the living to be dedicated to the unfinished work … so that these dead shall not have died in vain.” What, then, might move us toward peace, a peace threatened, most of all, by our own government’s unrelenting appetite for war?
I turn to the book of Daniel – that is, the book of Daniel Berrigan and Daniel Ellsberg, two icons whose monumental contribution to peace cannot be misconstrued ...
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