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Walking Tall

Walking Tall

Patrolmen on horseback bring a visible presence to their beats.

May 18, 2006 

The scent of hay and horse manure hovers around the stables near UAB every morning. A trio of cats dart back and forth, in and out of the stalls. The horses ignore them. Pistol, a “paint-colored” stallion assigned to Birmingham Police Mounted Patrol Officer Mike Binion, leans over to steal some tiny morsels of dry cat food from a bowl, his huge mouth rendering the pieces even tinier. Officer Binion has ridden Pistol for six years. “A lot of us come in here on our off day to clean them up. Even though they are owned by the city, they’re ours,” Binion says as he brushes his horse. “I love Pistol like he was my own child. I’ve gotten so close to Pistol that if anything happened to him, I would probably leave the unit.”

The Birmingham Police Department has had a mounted patrol unit for almost 30 years. All the horses are donated. The horses at the Mounted Unit are brought to the mounted patrol at age 8 or 10, and retire in their mid-twenties. One of the first horses in the unit was Booger Red, who retired in 2002 at age 35. “He was old when he got here. He retired a fossil,” laughs Binion. A 30-day trial period for each prospective patrol horse determines if they are adaptable to the streets. About half of the animals get the job.

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Officer Kimball Karmondi and his horse, Mel. (Photo: Mark Gooch.) (click for larger version)

Much of the training involves making horses comfortable with various obstacles that are similar to those encountered on the streets. They play with six-foot diameter, multi-colored beach balls that condition the horses to accept constantly changing colors and moving objects. Horses can be “spooked” by anything: walking under a railroad trestle with a train going by overhead, gunfire, crossing bridges, the steam rising from a manhole in the street. “You have to know what a horse will do under such conditions,” says Binion of the loud noises that horses must endure without panicking. “Steam from a manhole could be Satan coming out of the ground to a horse . . . You’re training him each time you ride him. If he’s scared of a water puddle, you train him to avoid the puddle, but to still get used to the puddle.” Sergeant Glen White, another of the seven patrolmen in the Mounted Patrol, explains that horses see in two-dimensions rather than 3-D, as humans do. “They have no depth perception,” says White. “A manhole cover on the street appears as a hole from hell to be avoided.”

Binion and White have trained with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and have ridden Birmingham patrol horses in both the Clinton and Bush presidential inaugural parades. Binion’s patrol beat includes The Summit, and he doesn’t hesitate to direct traffic by taking his horse onto Highway 280. “None of those horses are scared of 280 traffic,” the officer notes with pride. “Pistol eats grass in the median while the cars go by.”

In 1998, police on horseback went onto Legion Field to break up a fight between two college bands at the city’s annual Battle of the Bands contest. Instruments were brandished as weapons but the horses took it all in stride. They’re very adaptable for crowd control, even when mace is sprayed. Oddly, horses are not affected by mace. “They can just blow it out like anything else,” laughs Binion. These carefully trained animals also have amazing discipline around children, who are prone to walk beneath the horses when members of the mounted patrol visit schools for educational purposes. “Pistol looks back at me, begging me to do something about the kids,” laughs Binion as he kisses the horse on the nose.

“Everybody has been thrown once or twice while on duty,” Binion admits. Binion was on a horse named Apache in 1998. Something scared Apache, forcing him to back up while on Second Avenue North in front of Massey’s Corral. A pickup truck struck the horse. The officer bounced off the truck’s roof and slammed head-first onto the pavement on his helmet. “A very, very horrifying experience,” remembers Binion. “Apache raised his head and looked back at me, then laid his head back down.” The horse died within minutes.

 

“It’s not like the limited visibility of being in a squad car. It’s a better view . . . and they can see you.” —Sergeant Glen White, Birmingham Police Mounted Patrol Officer

“High visibility” is Sgt. White’s description of patrolling on horseback. “On a street corner, we can look both ways and see for a couple blocks. It’s not like the limited visibility of being in a squad car. We can sit in a parking lot and see over all the cars. It’s a better view . . . and they can see you.” Horses are on patrol from 10:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. each day. High visibility is good public relations, too. People notice horses, says White. “You won’t see people come up to you in a police car. But they’ll come up to you on a horse.” &

The Black & White Gift Guide 2005

The Black & White Gift Guide 2005

By Christina Crowe Paul, Brantley David Pelfrey, Christina Crowe, Paul Brantley, David Pelfrey, Ed Reynolds

December 15, 2005

Each Christmas season Black & White‘s elite shopping team gets a big kick out of finding unique items, a few bargains, and the latest top gear. For example, not only have we found some very good ice cream, we tracked down the perfect scoop. We figure that the best of everything is good enough for you, our readers. We also like toys, gadgets, and pretty much any device that launches marshmallows across the room. Largely speaking, then, we’ve already done all the heavy lifting this year. You merely have to write the check and wrap the box.

Food, For Goodness Sake

For the foodies on your gift list, or for those who just love tasty treats, here are a few ideas for something different.

O&H Danish Bakery’s kringles are the perfect pastries to have on hand for a big breakfast on Christmas morning. This Wisconsin-based bakery, run by the Oleson family, turns out the thin, flaky, frosted rings filled with flavors such as pecan, raspberry, almond, cherry, and even turtle. At $8.85 or $9.85 per 1-pound, 8-ounce pastry, they’re a steal. The company also makes decadent tortes, coffee cakes, and other Danish delights. Order online at www.ohdanishbakery.com or call, 800-709-4009.

For the cooks you know—amateur, aspiring, or otherwise—several new cookbooks would make great additions to their kitchen libraries. Francophile and author of A Year in Provence Peter Mayle and renowned baker Gerard Auzet have teamed up to publish Confessions of a French Baker: Breadmaking Secrets, Tips, and Recipes (Knopf; $16.95/hardcover, www.randomhouse.com), a guide to baking the delectable (but seemingly impossible to replicate) French breads known the world over. Auzet includes recipes and tips for making traditional baguettes, boules, and batards, as simply as is possible—but the process is still time-consuming and precise. Inspired by the famous American chef of all things French is Julie & Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen. This is the printed result of blogger Julie Powell’s online chronicle of her attempts to cook every recipe in Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Reading the book is like peeking into the diary of a woman obsessed with finishing something she started—a process that includes slaughtering lobsters and murdering mussels, often late into the night. ($23.95/hardcover; Little, Brown; www.twbookmark.com). For a little Asian flair, sushi chef extraordinaire Nobuyuki Matsuhisa offers his second title, Nobu Now (Clarkson Potter; $45/hardcover; www.randomhouse.com/crown/clarksonpotter), featuring recipes that range from haute cuisine—like king crab white soufflé with octopus carpaccio—to his take on old favorites, like fish and chips made with sea eel. The book includes recipes for poultry and meat dishes, as well as desserts. These are accented by beautiful full-color, full-page photographs that also make the book a great addition to any coffee-table collection. And finally, what’s being touted as “Italy’s Joy of Cooking,” The Silver Spoon, published by Phaidon Press ($39.95/hardcover; www.phaidon.com), is the book Italian home cooks have considered their bible for the past 50 years. Translated into English for the first time, Il cucchiaio d’argento contains more than 2,000 recipes and 200 full-color photographs covering everything from sauces and antipasti to desserts.

One recipe that surely must appear in the Italian food bible for pizzelles, the thin, round, crispy cookies baked in an iron that resembles a waffle maker. These addictive delights are found in virtually every Italian home at Christmas, and many Americans have made this tradition their own. Buy a holiday cookie–making friend the chrome Prima Pizzelle Baker from VillaWare, and start them on a new annual tradition ($54.99 plus shipping at www.villaware.jardendirect.com).

 

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Graeter’s Ice Cream

With 135 years’ experience, Graeter’s Ice Cream churns out rich, handmade delights in traditional flavors such as butter pecan and chocolate chip, holiday flavors like peppermint and pumpkin, and variations like their best seller, black raspberry chip. (Graeter’s “chips” are enormous hunks of real dark chocolate.) The closest Graeter’s parlor to Birmingham is in Louisville, Kentucky, but you can order the ice cream online at www.graeters.com, or by calling 800-721-3323. The cost is $70 for six pints or $110 for a dozen pints (plus shipping); if you’re ordering for yourself (or for someone with whom you share a freezer), go for a dozen; you’ll be glad you did.

For a fun twist in ice cream tastes, send a friend a batch of mochi ice creams. These Asian ice creams, a variation of Japanese mochi pastries made of rice paste and eaten to celebrate winter holidays and the New Year, are made of bite-sized balls of ice cream covered in the chewy rice dough, in

flavors such as mocha, green tea, mango, and red bean. Order them online in 16-, 36-, or 48-flavor packs from Hawaii-based Bubbies Ice Cream (http://bubbiesicecream.gourmetfoodmall.com) for $43, $59, or $68 (plus shipping), respectively.

Batteries Required

Remote-control toys mesmerize everyone, regardless of age. From the Ancient Mariner comes a variety of remote control boats. The New York City Fireboat is a radio-controlled, electric-powered replica of the city’s Dicky Fireboat that squirts water from onboard cannons just like they do in the real world. The Fireboat is 23 inches long and 14 inches tall ($132; www.seagifts.com) . . . The Sea Tiger Submarine is a radio-controlled submarine that can dive to 24 inches, resurfacing upon command. Should the batteries fail, the sub will automatically return to the surface. Have hours of fun by the pool on Christmas morning, regardless of the temperature ($50; www.seagifts.com) . . . The Remote- Control Shark is the perfect complement to your armada of toy boats. This two-foot rubber-skinned shark has a tail that flips left and right to propel it through the water. It can swim down to three feet below the surface ($40; www.iwantoneofthose.com).
Tools and Tech Treats

Many of this year’s tech gifts involve ways to amp up your iPod or other portable MP3 player, cell phone, or PDA. But without battery power, each is rendered useless. That’s where the solar iPod charger comes in. This 6-ounce, 4-inch-long device has three wings that fan out to catch sunlight, then transfer it to your music player via an included cable (works with iPod Mini and third- and fourth-generation iPods; an adapter kit for mobile phones is sold separately for $20). It’s waterproof and portable ($99; www.redenvelope.com or 877-733-3683).

 

 

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Oakley RAZRWire (click for larger version)


Another great way to make the most of your personal music player is with the digital sound bag, a boring name for what is essentially the modern-day version of the boom box. This simple, elegant messenger bag (in royal blue, white, or bright orange) is outfitted with a pair of speakers. Just slip the player into the bag’s inside pocket, plug in the speakers, and hit play to access all your digital tunes and share them with the rest of the neighborhood ($70; www.redenvelope.com or 877-733-3683).

Of course, you’ll need the songs uploaded to your player before you can enjoy either of these gadgets, so why not buy a Napster 15-song download card for $14.85 (www.napster.com/shop.htm or at stores like Best Buy, Target, and Rite Aid) or an iTunes gift card or certificate, available in a range of amounts starting at $15 (www.apple.com/itunes/give).

For your more aquatic friends, a unique way to listen to digital tunes comes in the form of the SwiMP3, a goggle attachment with 128MB of memory that can play up to four hours’ worth of tunes through cheek pads that send sound waves through your skull bones (really) and into your inner ears ($199; www.finisinc.com).

Another device that takes a hands-free approach to technology is the Oakley RAZRWire, a tiny, titanium Motorola headset with both a microphone and speaker attached to the frame of Oakley shades that allows you to take calls discreetly. The sunglasses and phone attachment are available in platinum, pewter, or mercury ($295; http://oakley.com or 800-431-1439).

The Slingbox, which resembles a big silver candy bar, connects to a cable or satellite box and transmits whatever’s on TV at home to your laptop or PC (Wi-Fi required), all for $250 with no monthly fees. Buy at www.slingmedia.com or in electronics stores such as Best Buy and Circuit City.

 

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WordLock

Sometimes the coolest gadgets stem from the simplest of ideas. The WordLock is one such invention—born of an engineer’s frustration with trying to remember the combinations to three locks on his home swimming pool, the WordLock is a padlock that uses letters instead of numbers. Choose a (memorable) five-letter word, and change it as many times as you like. The inventor won a contest and production deal at Staples, where you can buy the lock for just $6, or order it online at www.wordlock.com.

If you’re looking to splurge a bit, the latest GPS (global positioning system) digital navigation systems are pretty nifty now that they’ve had a few years to improve. For just under $700, Garmin offers the StreetPilot 340c Portable GPS Navigation system, which finds your location by tracking up to 12 satellites simultaneously. It features a full-color, 3.5-inch diagonal touch-screen interface with automatic route calculation that’ll tell you turn-by-turn directions along the way. With FM traffic alerts, 2- or 3-D map perspectives, and up to eight hours of battery life, it’s going to be tough for this gift’s recipient to explain ever being late or lost. Check it out at www.garmin.com, and buy it locally at Circuit City and other electronics stores. For those who are very confident of their driving skills, or simply not distracted by what is essentially a mini entertainment system running on their dashboard, Pioneer’s In-Dash DVD Multimedia AV Navigation system is the perfect gift. The 6.5-inch, touch-panel, full-color screen mounts in the dash and offers detailed maps, as well as the ability to play CDs and DVDs. For a little extra, the system will deliver detailed traffic information for major cities in conjunction with the XM NavTraffic service and an optional XM Radio tuner ($1,999; www.pioneerelectronics or locally at electronics stores).

For an unique way to get around town that’s also GPS compatible, test drive a Segway. Our very own retailer here in Birmingham is offering a holiday special where buying a Segway Human Transporter (HT) will get you a free, handheld Garmin eTrex Legend GPS, complete with a custom mount and maps preloaded (worth $400). In addition to the original i180 model, Segway now comes in a Cross-Terrain (XT) model, with all-terrain tires; a Golf Terrain (GT) model, with extended-range batteries, a golf bag carrier rack, and enhanced-traction tires; and the p133 model, designed to navigate in congested pedestrian environments and be taken on a train or subway. The weight limits on these range from 210 to 260 pounds, so try to go easy on the eggnog and cookies. Prices range from $4,495 to around $5,300. Visit the local dealer in downtown Birmingham at 1516 20th Street South, 939-5574.

 

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Manly Stocking (click for larger version)

The Tradesman’s Christmas Stocking, from Duluth Trading Company, is a hearty alternative to the embroidered, bedazzled standard socks out there: made of Duluth’s “near bulletproof Fire Hose” cotton canvas material, it features leather trim, two outside pockets for tucking in tools, and a loop for hanging a hammer or screwdriver you may need for quick toy assembly on Christmas morning. Hang it by the red suspender loops, and there will be no mistaking this “stocking” on the mantle ($19.50 plus shipping; www.DuluthTrading.com or 800-505-8888).

The Sleeping Prophet

The Sleeping Prophet

Psychic healing, fortune telling, and attempting to mystically divine oil comprise the Edgar Cayce legend.

 

The Spanish moss in Selma’s Live Oak Cemetery droops above the tombstones with nightmarish splendor. For a kid, the cemetery’s dirt roads were a bicycle racetrack by daylight. At night, the cement angels, tombstones, and artificial flowers were the ideal backdrop for a seance.

Just one block away was my grandparents’ house, and the proximity was pretty eerie on those evenings when my grandmother would turn her attention from the National Enquirer and spread out a deck of Tarot cards to read fortunes. My grandmother even said she had seen her mother’s ghost roaming through the yard in the months immediately following her death. As for the Tarot, I always assumed it was only a game. Little did I know of my grandmother’s flirtation with mysticism decades earlier when she contacted psychic Edgar Cayce for one of her myriad of hypochondriatic ailments. Cayce convinced her, and many others, that he could divine oil.

Known as “the Sleeping Prophet,” Cayce was born in Hopkinsville, Kentucky in 1877. He maintained an astonishingly accurate rate of healing the sick, if the thousands who claimed to have been cured by him are to be believed. From 1901 to his death in 1945, Cayce gave more than 14,000 “psychic readings,” sessions where Cayce put himself under hypnosis to prescribe methods —ranging from change of diet to surgery—for a variety of physical impairments. Most of the readings are on record in Virginia Beach, Virginia.

 

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Renowned American psychic Edgar Cayce healed thousands with his power to diagnose and heal illness while in a self-induced trance. Oddly, his mystic skills could never divine wealth.

Cayce developed a severe case of laryngitis at age 21, eventually turning to a traveling hypnotist for a cure. While in a trance state, Cayce began describing a cure for his own ailment, the laryngitis completely gone as he talked. Others began to seek out the mystic for treatment for respective maladies. Cayce eventually moved from healing pronouncements to interpreting religion and history. A devout Christian, Cayce was shocked to learn upon awakening that he had declared reincarnation to be the true nature of existence. In 1910, the New York Times featured a long article on Cayce’s unique abilities. He eventually dabbled with predicting the future, including the stock market crash of 1929. Other predictions have yet to come to pass, such as the resurfacing of the lost city of Atlantis and the destruction of New York and Los Angeles. He remains the subject of countless books and mystic literature.

 

Cayce moved to Selma, Alabama, in 1913 to open a photography studio. My grandmother’s sister Willie James Holston went to work for Cayce as a photograph retoucher several years later. She reportedly filled in as a stenographer on Cayce’s healing sessions from time to time. Years later, she and my grandmother told of acquaintances who had been cured by Cayce’s readings. Two years after Cayce moved to Selma, his son was blinded by an explosion of flashpowder. A local eye specialist, Dr. Eugene Callaway, who treated my family, was the first to examine the Cayce child. Doctors could do nothing for the boy, other than apply an ointment, so Cayce did a reading for his son. He suggested that tannic acid be included in the ointment, to which the doctor objected. But because Dr. Callaway believed the boy’s sight had been permanently impaired anyway, he relented. Two weeks later, the child regained his sight.

As Cayce’s psychic reputation grew, requests for readings increased. Although people were being helped, many were having a difficult time convincing doctors to cooperate with the treatments suggested by a psychic. Cayce decided to establish a hospital staffed with doctors, nurses, and therapists who would carry out the treatments he prescribed during readings.

To raise money for the hospital, Cayce formed a partnership with some wealthy Texans to drill for oil, which he would locate by placing himself in a trance state. Among the investors for the project was my grandmother. In 1921, Cayce wrote her a letter emblazoned with The Cayce Petroleum Company of Texas as the letterhead. Addressed to Mrs. E. H. Reynolds, it began: “At a meeting of the trustees of the Cayce Petroleum Company of Texas held on October 14, 1921 . . . it was also decided to sell some fifty thousand [stock] units at a reduced price, realizing the necessity of obtaining money quickly to take care of the production that we feel so certain of having.”

I stopped by Live Oak Cemetery recently. I stood over my Aunt Willie’s grave and thought about the afternoon that I was a pallbearer at her funeral. She had saved money her entire life to purchase a cherrywood casket, and on burial day my cousins and I marveled at its weight. Nearby lay my Aunt Elizabeth’s tombstone, with no death date. She’s still alive, but installed a six-foot slab anyway to preserve a spot in the family plot’s diminishing space. Then I stared at my grandmother’s tombstone and wondered how our family’s fortunes might have changed had Edgar Cayce made good on her investment. To this day I have no idea if Cayce healed my grandmother of her ailments, but he definitely never found her a drop of oil.

Cayce did eventually build a hospital in Virginia Beach in 1928. The Great Depression forced investors to pull out, closing the hospital’s doors in 1931. &

Runaway Bridegroom

Runaway Bridegroom

Rescues, weddings, and running away.

June 30, 2005

Each night during the early 1980s, a pimped-out, maroon and white 1971 Ford Thunderbird with six antennas and fluorescent neon lights that illuminated over-sized tailfins cruised the streets of Birmingham. The contraption was customized to resemble the Batmobile, complete with the Caped Crusader’s bat-shaped logo. A sign on each door read: “Rescue Ship . . . Will Help Anyone In Distress.” Orange shag carpet covered the floorboards. The car’s gadgets were mostly household appliances, rather than any high-tech gear associated with the real Batmobile. A couple of television screens, a toaster, 12 audio speakers, a soda fountain dispenser, a phonograph turntable, strobe lights, a microwave oven, and a kitchen sink with running water comprised a surreal interior that recalled the high camp of Adam West’s portrayal of the Caped Crusader in the 1960s television series. The rear side panels of the car were adorned with women’s names, including each gal’s personal observation of her own sexuality: Sexy Mona, the Sex Wonder of the World; Sexy Tiffany, International Lover; and Nikecia, Sexual Dynamite.The driver of this vehicle was Willie Perry, a Good Samaritan who proudly cast himself as “Batman.” Perry spent evenings and weekends (by day he was general manager of window distributor J.F. Day & Co.) cruising streets and highways for stranded motorists in need of roadside assistance. Perry would also pick up drunks and whisk them straight home (or to other bars) without accepting so much as a dollar in compensation. The Batmobile Rescue Ship, which was once featured in an episode of the television show “That’s Incredible!,” never failed to attract attention. When the Jacksons were in town years ago rehearsing for a tour, Michael Jackson ordered his limo driver to pull over so the singer could examine the Batmobile.

With Hollywood’s current release of the film Batman Begins following closely on the heels of the springtime adventures of a runaway bride from Georgia, I couldn’t help connecting the two events by recalling my own ride in the Rescue Ship 20 years ago. A friend hailed down the Batmobile the night before my wedding and asked Perry if he’d chauffeur me to the ceremony in Pleasant Grove. At noon the next day, the Batmobile appeared at my door with lights flashing. Sporting a white crash helmet, Superfly goggles, and a solemn expression suited to the magnitude of the mission at hand, Perry reveled in his role as Batman with touching sincerity. Handing me a cherry lollipop to calm my pre-nuptial nerves, Perry pointed at a pair of stranded motorists on the interstate during our 20-minute journey, commenting, “There’s some people in trouble, but I can’t stop now. I’ll help them on the way back.” In a celebratory mode, Perry intermittently blasted his seldom-used siren as we traveled down the highway. I felt as if I were in a comic book drama en route to face one of Batman’s arch-nemeses plotting to kidnap my bride. I didn’t know then that I was actually being cast in the role of villain—The Joker.

Upon arrival at the designated wedding site, it was immediately apparent that perhaps I should have hopped a west-bound Greyhound, as the runaway bride would do 20 years later. My friends thought the Batmobile idea was hilarious. My family was not surprised, having endured my sense of humor for 30 years. My betrothed and assorted future in-laws, however, were not amused. As I entered the wedding chapel, my future ex-mother-in-law offered a Valium, no doubt believing I was unstable and in need of some temporary taming. I gallantly refused the pill, because Batman would never be high on narcotics for his wedding day.

During the exchanging of vows, I realized that my decision to get married was a big mistake. As I had observed from attending past weddings, I looked directly at my bride-to-be while reciting my portion of the vows. She, on the other hand, refused to look at me. I began to regret not accepting that Valium. All I could think about was running away. I looked away from my bride and glanced out the window, but Willie Perry was already back on the highway, rescuing travellers from flat tires and overheated engines.

Willie Perry once fulfilled the dying wish of a 100-year-old man by taking him on a Sunday afternoon drive in the Batmobile. The elderly could often count on Perry for a ride to a doctor’s appointment. His free excursions for kids at birthday parties or to McDonald’s were legendary. He always carried jumper cables and was sometimes spotted siphoning gasoline from his Batmobile into the empty tanks of stranded vehicles. Adam West would have been proud. By the end of the summer of 1985, 44-year-old Willie Perry was found lying in a garage behind his place of employment. While tinkering with his beloved Batmobile, he had died of carbon monoxide poisoning. A year later, I got a divorce. &

 

City Hall — Council Says No To Strippers

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May 05, 2005

Satan continues to lurk in the corridors of City Hall, this time as a link connecting Birmingham to the global sex trade. At the April 19 City Council meeting, morality crusaders expressed dismay that the city would consider opening a topless bar in an industrial and historic district directly across from Sloss Furnaces.

Known as The Furnace, the club is an imposing structure that has been advertising and selling memberships before receiving the necessary permits to open. The Furnace has been in the planning stages since 1999, when the previous City Council denied a Division II dance permit. The club sued over that decision in January 2000 and an agreement was reached to resolve the lawsuit. However, a battle with the state Alcohol Beverage Control Board has delayed the opening. In November 2004, Councilor Carole Smitherman spoke in favor of The Furnace and its tax benefit to the city. (The Council approved the club’s liquor license in May 2004.) But by April, Smitherman had changed her mind and voted with the majority to deny the club a dance permit by a six to three vote. Councilors Roderick Royal, Bert Miller, and Elias Hendricks voted in favor of the club.

The rhetoric of moral and economic zealots was as fascinating as the car wash drama in the council chambers two weeks previous when a license for that business was denied. “I am a recovering sexual addict myself!” admitted Paul Hughes, a ministry veteran of 23 years who works for Intervarsity Christian Fellowship, a campus ministry with an office a few blocks north of The Furnace. Hughes said that he has observed “my peers dealing with issues of sexual addiction and the ‘tsunami’ of social cost that the multi-billion-dollar pornography industry celebrates and profits from in terms of what it’s costing our men, our women, in relationships, in marriages, [and] the destruction of these marriages.” Hughes continued: “I’m made of the same cloth as those who will be satisfied in their desires by these men who are for this. I’m saying that there is a global sex industry that you do not want to say ‘yes’ to in the heart of Birmingham, right between the national historic site of Sloss Furnace [sic] and the Hope VI project!” Hughes finished with a flourish: “They want to be the flagship and put a very pretty face on a very destructive force in our city, with their billboards along every major highway . . . if we continue to say ‘yes’ to sex trade that is global, it won’t only affect young men in Birmingham but also young women in Romania and Eastern Europe, who right now are being imported through Mexico City, pimped and prostituted and then imported into Atlanta, New Orleans, to be a part of the auxiliary illegal sex trade.”

“First and foremost, this is not against the law. It was not against the law when the people initially invested their money, and it’s not against the law now.” —City Councilor Elias Hendricks

Steve Upton, owner of Crane Works at 2728 8th Avenue North, represented the economic interest that seemed to more effectively instill fear in the hearts of city officials; he threatened to pull his business out of Birmingham. Speaking on behalf of a real estate company that he owns as well as Crane Works, Upton said, “As far as statistics go, Crane Works today is already spending $250,000 in property taxes, payroll taxes, sales tax license, and business license,” said Upton. “And that’s in a business that’s only been growing for six years. If things turn for the worse, we could pack our bags and leave the city.” Ironically, the mammoth Crane Works building was erected directly across the street from an adult book store.

Mark Polson, who identified himself as a defense attorney who has practiced law for 30 years and has represented women employed at other strip clubs in town, said that what the exotic dancers share in common are prostitution and drug addiction. “What do you think goes on in those private rooms?” Polson asked the Council, noting that prostitution is how these women pay for their addictions.

Several women addressed the Council next, quoting scripture. One said she had solicited opinions from surrounding businesses refuting information she had received that the majority in the area were in favor of the club. “My friend and I just didn’t believe that,” she said. “We spent three days going around the industrial park. We talked to at least 20 businesses—huge businesses. Most said, ‘We wish it would fall into the ground.’ And I’m going to say ‘an ugly,’ that it is a whorehouse and a drug place. And we don’t like looking at the naked ladies that are painted on the corners of the building.” She added, “It’s an industrial area and should not be a red-light district.”

“First and foremost, this is not against the law,” argued Councilor Elias Hendricks. “It was not against the law when the people initially invested their money, and it’s not against the law now . . . If you have a problem with this, then make it against the law before people [invest] their money.” Hendricks, who lives in the area, has indicated that the neighborhood approves of the establishment. “We are getting ready to have people invest $180 million in an entertainment complex,” Hendricks said. “We cannot, if it’s within the confines of the law, start picking and choosing. If you don’t like Thai food, don’t go to a Thai restaurant. But that doesn’t mean that the Thai restaurant should not exist, if it’s well within the law.” Councilor Roderick Royal added, “We are treading on a slippery slope here because we’ve not so inquired about other applicants as much as we’ve done here, in previous forums.” City Attorney Tamara Johnson disputed Royal’s claim.

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The ABC Board earlier denied the club a liquor license due to concerns about private dance rooms as well as problems with the names on the application. Circuit Court Judge Scott Vowell ordered the state agency to rehear the club’s application. The ABC board had maintained that the owner, Gregory Jackson, failed to include the names of others with a financial interest in the establishment. Jackson’s brother, who reportedly had a drug conviction in 2002, was not listed as one of the owners of the business, although he was reportedly involved in the business. Vowell told Jackson to identify everyone with a financial stake in the business. Furnace attorney Ferris Ritchey maintained that the correct names were disclosed and that no one was trying to hide anything. In early March the ABC Board recommended that the owner be granted a liquor license.

“The fact [is] that the transfer of property was made specifically in order to take someone else’s name off of this application after it had already initially been filed,” complained Councilor Joel Montgomery. The councilor said dance floors are to be a minimum of 15 square feet and permanent in nature, but that he had not been able to confirm that the dance floors are in compliance with city code. “I am not going to ignore the business owners around this establishment,” Montgomery added. “I am not going to ignore their wishes . . . They were here before you got here. I do not appreciate the way that this establishment came into the city of Birmingham, posting billboards up all over the interstates, all over the bypasses, saying that you were going to build it before you had even applied for a liquor license or a Division II dance permit.”

Mayor Bernard Kincaid urged the Council to vote against the dance permit, though he acknowledged that the business could operate without exotic dancing, although it might not be as profitable for the city tax-wise. “There is no absolute right to this license,” said Kincaid. “It might not be as profitable, but it would fit with the terrain that the Council and the Mayor are responsible for protecting.”

Attorney Ferris Ritchey, who has requested nearly a dozen delays from the Council as The Furnace battled with the state ABC Board for a liquor permit, pointed out that there are currently five similar strip club businesses in the city. “[The] only thing is that The Furnace will be much nicer, much more secure,” Ritchey said. He added that cameras will monitor club activity. The attorney said The Furnace would provide between $150,000 and $200,000 in taxes for the city and would employ up to 100 people. The attorney said he would appeal the Council’s rejection to the Jefferson County Circuit Court.

On Friday, April 29, Judge Houston Brown ruled that the city should abide by the 2000 agreement with the club and grant The Furnace a dance permit. As of press time, the city had not decided if it would appeal. &

City Hall — Domed Stadium Debate

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March 10, 2005

On February 22 the Birmingham City Council passed a resolution in support of a 65,000-seat domed convention complex and adjoining entertainment district development in downtown Birmingham. In January, Governor Bob Riley decided against pledging either $75 million up front or $5 million yearly for 30 years as requested by the BJCC authority, but did promise to seek other ways that the state might contribute to the facility expansion. Jefferson County currently gives $10 million a year to the BJCC (and will do so through 2008), and has pledged to continue for an additional 35 years if the city and state are on board. Birmingham currently gives $5 million [$3 million from occupational taxes and $2 million from lodging taxes]. The BJCC wants an additional $5 million from the city for 30 years, but the city has not secured a source for the money.

At the February 22 meeting, Councilor Valerie Abbott said that uncertainty about where the money is going to come from, as well as doubt about the city’s current financial state, gives her pause regarding the BJCC expansion. “It’s like driving down the interstate in a pouring rain toward Malfunction Junction, and your windshield wipers don’t work,” said the councilor, adding that consultant reports indicate that most conventions are failures and lose money. Councilor Carole Smitherman pointed out that people have shown a willingness to support local events, with many flocking from out of town for top concert acts. “Alicia Keys, sold out!” said Smitherman. “People from all over want to come see Alicia Keys. She passed up going to Nashville, Tennessee, to come to Birmingham, Alabama!”

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Kincaid said the resolution is intended to send a good faith message to the state that the city is very much committed to the expansion project, as Governor Bob Riley has indicated that the state still wants to help. “We have it from the Governor’s lips,” Kincaid said repeatedly when Councilor Joel Montgomery kept asking if the governor has put the pledge in writing. “When we talk about a domed stadium, it is as if we’re talking about a sports venue. It is not; it is an expansion of the exhibit space with retractable seats that has a dome over it,” explained the Mayor. He stressed it will be used primarily for trade shows and conventions, and he even feels that Birmingham can snatch the SEC football championship game from the Georgia Dome in Atlanta. “Cities of comparable size [bringing in] trade shows and conventions are eating our lunch,” Kincaid told the council.

Councilors Elias Hendricks and Bert Miller complained about naysayers. “Some people are against progress in Birmingham if it doesn’t agree with how they perceive and define progress, no matter what we do,” said Hendricks, who asked those with a better idea for development and creating jobs to step up to the plate. “Why do we always make it so difficult to give business to Birmingham?” asked Hendricks. “You cannot build jobs the day you need them. You have to do that five to ten years in advance.” Councilor Miller said that he intended to support the resolution. “I think part of the misconception is, it’s not a domed stadium. That’s probably got a lot of people rattled. It’s a convention center,” explained Miller. “But every city you go in, you’re going to have ‘cave people.’ What ‘cave’ stands for is ‘citizens against virtually everything! I’m gonna have a wrestling match, as soon as it’s built, between two people on this dais. I think it will sell out then!” said Miller, laughing, presumably referring to himself and Councilor Joel Montgomery, who opposes the project. He added that the expanded facility will “make a lot of millionaires in this city, particularly a lot of black millionaires.”

Calling Miller’s diatribe about “cave people” a personal attack, Joel Montgomery later responded, “Citizens against virtually everything? Well, if I remember correctly, these same people are going to hold you accountable when it comes time to be re-elected because those ‘citizens against virtually everything’ went to the polls in 1998 and voted MAPS down [MAPS won in Birmingham, but lost on a county-wide basis].” Miller replied, “Brother, I ain’t scared of nothing.” Montgomery voted no, while Abbott was not in the room at the time the vote was taken. The remaining seven councilors voted approval.

In a press conference following the council meeting, Kincaid said he was not surprised that some councilors were not on board. “No, I think the ones who aren’t going to vote for it, no matter how sanguine it is for the city, aren’t going to vote for it notwithstanding what I present. And some have said in advance that they are adamantly opposed to the notion, period,” said Kincaid. “A majority of the council, however, a super majority, obviously, will be in favor and will support our funding the enterprise.” Complaining that none has been shown him, Kincaid said that he needs to look at a preliminary offering statement [POS] that details “how the deal is to be structured.”

The Mayor said all he has received regarding proposed investors “was some peoples’ thoughts on a plain piece of paper. We’re going to want their financial advisor, their attorneys, to certify the money that’s going to be on the table.” Kincaid said, “Once we understand that, and once we see a POS that shows how the funding will take place, then I can feel comfortable saying to the council, let’s go . . . But what we have said and telegraphed to the world is that, as a city, we are inclined toward supporting this if the numbers work.”

Kincaid is waiting to see how the Alabama Supreme Court will rule in March on a lawsuit the city won in circuit court against the BJCC after the state legislature passed a law converting taxes to fees. The state’s action allowed the BJCC to keep tax collected at events there by designating the taxes as fees. The tax receipts otherwise would go to the city and county. The BJCC has appealed the circuit court ruling to the Alabama Supreme Court Circuit. The outcome of that case will shape the preliminary offering statement, said Kincaid. In an interview a week later, Kincaid expressed fear that the city would have another Visionland on its hands [The city was forced to give a five-year notice to get out of its deal with Visionland at a cost of $1 million a year]. The Mayor said the expanded convention center proposal must be sound legally and financially, and added that he was optimistic that the state would eventually be on board financially. &

The Set List — Alicia Keys/John Legend, The Smothers Brothers, and more

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February 24, 2005

Alicia Keys/John Legend

There’s little to add to the success story of Alicia Keyes and her collection of bowling pins that are better known as Grammys. Casual fans should still go see her in concert, because they’ll be very impressed by the power of songs that they mainly know through osmosis. Opener John Legend is also a major rising star, although people react a little too defensively when you file him under hip-hop. The critics like to pretend that Legend is a genuine R&B guy—but if that were the case, his album, Get Lifted, would pale in comparison to Terence Trent D’Arby. The years spent working with Kanye West have turned Legend into a hook-happy soulster with an identity of his own. That still leaves him sounding like a really inspired hip-hop artist, and everybody should just be grateful for that. (Wednesday, March 2, at BJCC Concert Hall, 8 p.m. $38-52) –J.R. Taylor

The Smothers Brothers

Once one of the most important musical acts of all time, The Smothers Brothers are now the most neglected act in the history of CD reissues. Their 1961 debut with At the Purple Onion and the next year’s The Two Sides of . . . remain an example of the greatest leap for a performing artist in the shortest distance, as Tom & Dick went from being weird folkies to one of the funniest—and most disciplined—teams of all time. Tommy’s role of the befuddled innocent was handled with a perfect sweetness that would become even more touching in the wake of stoner comedy. Meanwhile, Dick had to serve as both straight man and a parody of a sincere folkie.

They were already working with Pat Paulsen by then, too. The later albums tilted even more towards comedy, and they were polished showbiz professionals by the 1967 debut of “The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour.” Their battles with the censors overshadowed what was some brilliant mainstream work. Sadly, the brothers didn’t have Sonny Bono’s knack for goofing on changing times, and Tom & Dick were soon back on the nightclub circuit.

The ’80s were particularly unkind to the act, as Tom & Dick began to buy into some notion of themselves as important artists, and they undermined their own gentle chemistry. You were better off skipping the ’88 revival of their primetime show. They’ve never quite regained their early chemistry, but all political persuasions can still enjoy their live act. The occasional alleged insight is still comic relief. (Saturday, March 5, at BJCC Concert Hall, 8 p.m. $18-$85) –J.R. Taylor

Social Distortion/Backyard Babies

It’s been about 27 years now, and maybe five albums total, for Social Distortion. Remember when we used to think it was Mike Ness’ heroin addiction that caused the gaps between albums? That hasn’t been the problem since the mid ’80s, though. Judging from the discography, Ness is really just an unusually thoughtful songwriter who waits until he has something to say before going into the studio.

1996′s White Light, White Heat, White Trash should have been a huge hit, as Ness didn’t let the passing years keep him from examining his life from an unusually brutal perspective. Thoughtfulness was out of fashion, though, and two solo albums didn’t fare any better. Last year’s Sex, Love and Rock ‘n’ Roll responded by being a lightweight punk-rock expedition that’s still riddled with self-loathing and burdened by the search for redemption. Ness will be in big trouble if anyone ever figures out he’s the father of emo.

The Backyard Babies have only been around since ’87, and too much time was wasted when one member went off to pursue hipster stardom with The Hellacopters. Still, you can’t blame the guy. These Swedes were simply too uncool to be appreciated in the ’90s, but their glammy punk is sorta back in vogue, and they’re way overdue to get a big push for the American market. It probably won’t work out, but this is still a fairly memorable bill that you’ll be able to brag about seeing someday—at least, if you’re ever in Sweden. (Wednesday, March 9, at at Sloss Furnaces, 7 p.m.). –J.R. Taylor

The Vern Gosdin Show/Connie Smith

In 1960, Vern Gosdin and his brother left Alabama for California to play bluegrass with future Byrd and Flying Burrito Brother Chris Hillman. The Flying Burrito Brothers and The Byrds, along with Gram Parsons’ cowboy contributions, were the forerunners of country rock, and therefore Vern Gosdin can rightfully be cast as one of the genre’s godfathers. Gosdin later cemented that dignified position by contributing “Someone To Turn To” to the film Easy Rider. To put him in even more elite company, Gosdin is often placed on the holy pedestal of pure country vocalists along with George Jones and Merle Haggard.

Dolly Parton says there are only three female singers in the world: Connie Smith, Barbra Streisand, and Linda Ronstadt. Parton is out of her mind if she really believes this, but little blonde Connie Smith is even more delusional. According to her bio, Smith believes that classic country music is powerful because it has a strong commitment to “home, family, and living life.” She’s obviously has never paid close attention to George Jones, Hank Williams, or any other country music icons whose notions of “living life” are whiskey, sex, and threatening the wife with a shotgun. Nevertheless, Smith remains a legend. She had her first hit in 1964 with “Once a Day,” and her weepy ballads are the essence of genuine country and western music. The opportunity to see her and Vern Gosdin together at the Alabama Theatre is too good to pass up. (Friday, March 4, at Alabama Theatre, 7 p.m. $20-$35.) —Ed Reynolds

2005-02-24 tracking Features section Dead Folks 2005, Etcetera — A look back at the notable names and personalities who called it quits last year.

Dead Folks 2005, Etcetera

A look back at the notable names and personalities who called it quits last year.

February 24, 2005

Etcetera


Jorge Guinle

This once filthy-rich playboy bragged that he had slept with Jayne Mansfield, Lana Turner, Rita Hayworth, Jane Russell, Veronica Lake, and Kim Novak. Jorge Guinle dropped dead at age 88 at the Copacabana Palace Hotel in Rio De Janeiro after refusing surgery to remove an aneurism in his aorta. “The secret of living well is to die without a cent in your pocket,” Guinle once said, adding, “But I miscalculated, and the money ran out.” Indeed it did. Guinle, who was pals with Ronald Reagan, Errol Flynn, and Orson Welles, squandered his wealth and barely got by during his waning years on a government pension and help from friends. —E.R.

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Joyce Jillson

Famous for her nationally syndicated astrology column in newspapers across the country, Joyce Jillson (58) is best remembered as Nancy Reagan’s astrologer (as reported in a memoir by former Reagan chief of staff Donald Regan). Jillson insisted that it was she who advised Reagan campaign aides to choose George H.W. Bush as Reagan’s running mate in 1980 and claimed to have spent much time at the White House following the assassination attempt on the president in 1981. She was also the official astrologer for 20th Century Fox, advising the studio on the best opening days for films. Her resumé, however, went much deeper than astrology; Jillson played Jill Smith Rossi on the 1960s television series “Peyton Place.” —E.R.

Yang Huanyi

There once was a centuries-old rare script called Nushu that was used by women to communicate secretly with one another in the southern Hunan Provence of China. Yang Huanyi was believed to be the last woman to employ the Nushu code, known both as “witches’ script” and “the first language of women’s liberation.” In early Chinese history, the penalty for creating languages was death, but centuries later, after the invention of words was no longer deemed a capital crime, practitioners were still required to take an oath not to reveal the code to men. Common wedding gifts in Chinese history included booklets filled with Nushu writings that detailed deeply held anxieties by Chinese women that marriage was a tragic event. —E.R.

Joseph F. Cullman

As the chief spokesman for the tobacco industry, Joseph F. Cullman (92) led Philip Morris through the “cigarette wars” as the corporation battled Congress over legislation that forced warning labels on cigarette packs. He testified before Congress with a lit cigarette in his mouth and made the statement, “I do not believe that cigarettes are hazardous to one’s health,” on the program “Face the Nation.” When told that evidence suggested that smoking mothers give birth to smaller babies, Cullman replied, “Some women would prefer having smaller babies.” Cullman smoked almost his entire life, finally quitting a decade before his death. —E.R.

Frank Sanache

Frank Sanache (86) was the last of the eight “code talkers” employed by the U.S. during World War II to use their native tongue as code on walkie-talkies. Sanache was from the Meskwaki Indian tribe, one of 18 tribes that contributed to code talking, which was classified until 1968. He was captured while serving in North Africa and held prisoner for 28 months. —E.R.

Charles Sweeney

Pilot of the B-29 Superfortress known as Bockscar that dropped the atomic bomb on Nagasaki, forcing Japanese surrender, Charles Sweeney (84) returned to the city only weeks after he had decimated it. He said he felt neither pride nor remorse for what his duty had called him to do. The bomb dropped on Nagasaki was plutonium and was more powerful than the uranium bomb dropped on Hiroshima by the crew of the Enola Gay. —E.R.

Olive Osmond

Alan, Wayne, Merrill, Jay, and Donny—not to mention Jimmy and Marie—were only part of the amazing clan spawned by Olive Osmond’s ovaries. Osmond (79) passed away with nine children, 55 grandchildren, 22 great-grandchildren, and lots of money. —J.R.T.

Pat Tillman

A millionaire professional football player with the Arizona Cardinals, Pat Tillman abandoned stardom to join the Army’s elite special forces to fight against terrorism in Afghanistan after the September 11 attacks on the United States. Tillman eschewed a $3.6 million contract for an $18,000 yearly military salary. He was killed in a firefight at age 27. Tragically, it was later reported by the Washington Post that Tillman had been killed by American troops who did not identify their targets as they shot their way out of an ambush. —E.R.

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Harry Lampert

Harry Lampert (88) was the original illustrator who created DC Comics’ wing-footed superhero The Flash in 1940, two years after the appearance of Superman. With a lightning bolt emblazoned across the chest of his red uniform, The Flash’s winged shoes and helmet evoked the Greek god Hermes. Despite the Flash’s success, Lampert preferred to draw humorous material, which is perhaps why he was replaced as The Flash illustrator after only two issues. His gag cartoons appeared in Esquire and The Saturday Evening Post, among others. Lampert began his illustration career as a teen, inking Popeye and Betty Boop for famed illustrator Max Fleischer. Lampert later regretted not hanging onto his early Flash drawings after achieving recognition during a comics revival in the 1990s. A near-mint copy of Flash Comics No. 1 recently sold for $350,000. —E.R.

Syd Hoff

Many people probably spent decades thinking that Syd Hoff (91) was already dead. After all, plenty of generations have already been handed Danny and the Dinosaur as a classic children’s book. The writer and cartoonist was still living in Miami, though, and nobody heard about his death without going through a fit of nostalgia. —J.R.T.

Also Dead

Musician John Balance (42), founder of the band Coil and former member of 23 Skidoo, Psychic TV, Zos Kia, and Current 93; Buffalo Springfield bassist Bruce Palmer (58); Singer Laura Branigan (“Gloria”); Broadway composer Cy Coleman (75); Motown singer Syreeta Wright (58); reggae producer Clement ‘Sir Coxsone’ Dodd (72); rapper Ol’ Dirty Bastard, aka Russell Jones (35); musician Kevin Coyne (60); Blues singer-guitarist Son Seals (62); Guitarist and violinist Claude (Fiddler) Williams (96); Former Pantera guitarist “Dimebag” Darrel Abbott (38); Gilbert Lani Kauhi (66), who played “Hawaii Five-0″‘s Detective Kono Kalakaua, the burly Hawaiian sidekick to the show’s star, Jack Lord; Character actor Victor Argo (69); Comedian and actor Dayton Allen (85), the voice of the characters on the “Deputy Dawg” cartoon show as well as those of mischievous cartoon crows Heckle and Jeckle; Norman Rose, the voice of Colombian coffee mascot Juan Valdez; Comedian Alan King (76); Stage actress and dancer Ann Miller (81); Actress Uta Hagen (84); New Zealand author Janet Frame (79), whose memoirs were the source material for Jane Campion’s film An Angel at My Table; Rape of Nanking author Iris Chang (36), suicide; Last Exit to Brooklyn author Hubert Selby, Jr., (75); philosopher and literary critic Jacques Derrida (74), sometimes called the “father of deconstruction; football player Reggie White; Leonidas da Silva (90), Brazil’s first superstar of professional soccer, credited with inventing the bicycle kick; Los Angeles Rams’ football player Elroy “Crazy Legs” Hirsch (80), known for his unique running style; fashion designers Geoffrey Beene (77) and Egon Von Furstenberg (57); photographers Henri Cartier-Bresson (95) and Francesco Scavullo (81); MAD magazine illustrator George Woodbridge (75); Drug store magnate Jack Eckerd (91).

City Hall — Once again, confusion reigns at City Hall

January 13, 2005

Once again, confusion reigns at City Hall. In a four-to-four vote on January 4, the Birmingham City Council failed to reappoint Fultondale Mayor Jim Lowery to the Birmingham Water Works Board. [Councilor Carol Reynolds, a 17-year employee of the Water Works, recused herself.] Lowery’s six-year term ended in November 2004. He was renominated by Councilor Bert Miller, with Councilors Joel Montgomery, Carole Smitherman, and Roderick Royal also voting to reinstate him. Lowery is the only non-Birmingham resident on the Water Works Board.The controversy surrounding the vote concerns whether the city council is obligated to appoint to the board at least one member who resides outside Birmingham. In the interest of ratepayers outside of Birmingham, the council has made a non-residential appointment for the past 25 years. The Birmingham Water Works currently serves Jefferson, Blount, Shelby, St. Clair, and Walker counties. Council President Lee Loder said that the council will determine at a later date what the policy is regarding automatic appointment of a non-Birmingham resident. Until that policy decision is made and advertised as such, Lowery will remain in place. Besides Lowery, four others, all Birmingham residents, sent resumés to City Hall seeking the vacancy. None of the applicants were granted an interview, which Councilor Joel Montgomery later blamed on Council President Lee Loder’s ineptitude. Montgomery also inferred that the attempt to delay the appointment was an effort to manipulate the appointment process to have someone other than Lowery appointed. The councilor added that he had withdrawn his nominee because the candidate’s name was submitted after the deadline. Loder argued that a press release was issued in November 2004 advertising the vacancy, which was also publicized in local daily newspapers.Bob Friedman of the Petitioners Alliance, an activist organization that has fought to have the Water Works’ assets returned to the city of Birmingham, addressed the council at the January 4 meeting. “Most of the four applicants informed us that they learned about the vacancy through the Internet or by word of mouth. It is our understanding that although all four of the Birmingham candidates submitted applications and resumés to the city council, and specifically to the administration committee, none of the four were ever contacted with confirmation of receipt of their application or for an interview.” Friedman added: “It is insulting and hurtful to offer a position to folks when you have already made up your mind about the outcome.”He requested that the appointment process be sent back to the council’s administration committee so that the position can be thoroughly publicized and interviews granted. Friedman added, “Mr. Lowery is not an acceptable choice. He has earned that verdict from his past service where he voted against the initiative and referendum rights of the citizens of Birmingham [a process whereby a vote is put to the public if at least 10 percent of registered voters sign a petition urging the action] and against the economic interests of the city of Birmingham.” Friedman reminded councilors that 2005 is an election year, and six councilors were voted from office four years ago “because of their apparent lack of concern for the voters.” He added that some on the current council pledged to not vote to reinstate Water Works Board members who actively worked against the interests of the citizens of Birmingham.”If we have a policy that has been in place for 25 years, we should follow it,” said Councilor Valerie Abbott. “My only problem is that we did not announce the vacancy was for an ‘outside of Birmingham’ person.” Abbott, who defeated Bob Friedman for the District Three council seat, agrees with Friedman on initiatives and referendum. “The board that was in place when we took office three years ago went to court to take away Birmingham’s citizens rights to initiatives and referendum,” said Abbott. “I don’t think that was right, and I am not inclined to vote to reappoint someone who voted to do that to our citizens.” Abbott suggested that any appointment be delayed until an announcement is made that a vacancy is available for someone outside of the city, or until the Mayor’s Association announces that it had already endorsed Lowery.Councilor Roderick Royal noted, “The council has been appointing someone who lives outside of Birmingham but is served by the Water Works for at least 25 years now. I think that is good policy; I think we should continue to follow that policy. The argument that Birmingham is not well-represented falls on its face because the other four members [on the board] are residents of Birmingham.” Royal said he would support anyone qualified. “In the final analysis we just want the best people serving on our boards . . . It’s just unfortunate that every time we get to a point that something is halfway hot and political, and then we want to weasel out. Stand up and be a man, stand up and be a woman . . . stop being a weasel, stop being a weakling, you know, a girly man, as Schwarzenegger said.” &

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City Hall — Hey Big Spender

 

By Ed Reynolds

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December 02, 2004“Half a loaf is better than none,” was Mayor Bernard Kincaid’s assessment upon receiving less than a third of the $31 million in reserve funds sought for year-end budget requests. Funding requests range from $500,000 for repairs at East Lake dam to $1,500,000 to remove the condemned upper deck at Legion Field. Kincaid has been jousting with councilors for the past two months, deflecting complaints that he failed to consult with them on how he chose to spend the money. Complaints focus on an October Finance and Budget Committee meeting at which the mayor said that his thought process “was not to be put on paper.”

To garner support for the spending proposals, Kincaid eventually huddled individually with each councilor except Joel Montgomery, who noted at the November 22 vote on the $31 million that he did not confer with the Mayor. After the council meeting, Kincaid insisted that he had reached out to everyone. “I invited all of the council members for one-on-one [meetings]. One council member canceled and never made arrangements for a subsequent meeting. Need I say more?” Kincaid said.

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At the behest of Councilor Valerie Abbott, the $22 million that the council did not approve was delayed until the December 7 council meeting. “Every time I look further at this stuff, I come up with more questions,” said Abbott, who expressed concern about spending the city’s reserves. The councilor is not convinced that Legion Field’s upper deck constitutes an emergency. “I know that it doesn’t meet code, and we can’t put any people in it. But we’ve been told that it isn’t falling down. It’s not in danger of structural collapse. So to me it doesn’t qualify as an emergency,” she elaborated.

Among the approved projects are $25,000 for Birmingham Foot Soldiers [behind-the-scenes participants during the Civil Rights struggle], $623,182 for demolition of dilapidated buildings, $103,000 for maintenance of the scoreboard at Legion Field, $500,0000 for weed control, $40,000 for City Stages, $25,000 for Rickwood Field, $200,000 for the Entrepreneurial Center, $417,775 for 20 employees at the new Roosevelt City fire station, and $1,500,000 to remove the upper deck from Legion Field.

The East Lake Park dam remained a source of some contention with rainstorms forecast the day after the November 22 meeting. “[East Lake dam] is the only thing that is hanging out there that is unfunded at this point that has some urgency in my mind,” Kincaid said after the council meeting. “It’s amazing that the person whose district that is in [Councilor Gwen Sykes] voted to wait two weeks. That’s incomprehensible to me . . . If it were to become an instance where I thought that there was imminent danger, then I would go ahead and have that processed as an emergency.”

The day after the council meeting, Councilor Joel Montgomery insisted, just as he did during the meeting, that the council should not have had to vote for the entire budget. “You didn’t have to vote for the whole enchilada. You could have pulled out what items you wanted,” Montgomery said, insisting that Kincaid never wanted the council’s input. “He wants to be the commander-in-chief. He wants to be the administrative branch and the legislative branch. He wants to hand us these things and say, ‘Here it is, vote for it, take it all, or nothing at all,’” said the councilor. Montgomery added that he never scheduled a meeting with Kincaid. “He called over there [council office], and I had meetings or some event or something to go to, and we just told him what my schedule was, and that’s the way it is . . . He didn’t pursue it and neither did I. What difference does it make? He’s gonna put what he wants to in the budget. He doesn’t want anything from us up front where he conceives these brilliant ideas of his, and he doesn’t want it from us after he hands it to us. It’s his way or the highway.” &