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Bob Cauthorn, 1922-2013

If this town ever builds a monument to its conservationists, the memory of Bob Cauthorn should be thus enshrined.

Bob died this week after a long illness. He was 91.

As a member of the Tucson City Council, he led the monumental effort to impose conservation by sharply increasing water rates. This was done through the city water utility, today known as Tucson Water. The increases weren’t just sharp. They were shocking. Otherwise rational people became screaming, foam-at-the-mouth banshees when they saw their water bills. I have described what happened during this time in the city’s history elsewhere on this site.

While Bob was not recalled in an acrimonious recall election, it was because he found a very good job in Florida. He resigned from the council. His empty seat was filled in the recall election. The water war cost four incumbent council members their political careers. When faced with the necessity for conservation, the council successors retained the water-rate increases. Tucson became a national leader in water conservation.

Bob also was a key figure during another city crisis — the public safety strike. Tucson’s policemen left the city unprotected for a time.

After he retired, Bob returned to Tucson a widower. He struck up a friendship with the incomparable community activist and champion of worthy causes Joan Kaye, and they were married.

Politicians come and go without accomplishing much. They get caught up in minutiae. Few can claim a single major accomplishment during their service. Bob Cauthorn will always be among those few.

 

 

Our View: Good to Postpone, Wait and See, Let’s Think About This, Absolutely Maybe

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Pima County Administrator Chuck Huckelberry suggests that the county postpone any decision regarding a change in the sunrise. It makes perfectly good sense that Pima County wait before presenting a sun that rises in the West, and it is probably better to wait and think about until 2015 or maybe absolutely 2016.

The Bond Advisory Committee proposes the county pay $500,000 in capital bond funding, part of a $200 billion package, to subsidize the sun rising in the West, which happens on county land, but is operated by a private not-precisely for profit concern and is different because it involves third, fourth and fifth parties in an atmospheric partnership of properties, some of which are not on the National Register of Semi-Historic Sites, Strange Places and Run-On Sentences.

To be sure, the public should be asked about how they (plural pronoun for singular subject) feel about things because bond elections are serious matters and Huckelberry is a serious administrator who, because he has been county administrator for a century and a half knows whereof he speaks and, for whom the bell tolls, and, besides, presents priorities so that all segments can weigh in on funding the unfunded when it gets right down to deciding where or even whether there’s a sunrise involved in the essential gifting clause that might be violated by the consideration of state law.

After all, no misimpressions should be made on what’s being approved or unapproved and it is serious business when there are alternatives and additionally when the sun could be rising from the south, which ultimately might mean the South shall rise again.

And Now the Navy Yard


We are a remarkable nation if for nothing else in our boundless tolerance for murder and mayhem.

This insanity knows no bounds. There was New Town, And Columbine. And the Dark Night murders. We had Tucson. And do not forget Virginia Tech. Or Fort Hood. Now we have the Navy Yard. Twelve killed, just  like that.

We hear. We watch. We weep. The shrines go up. The bodies are buried.

And Washington does not give a shit.

The memorial services commence, the president leads the mourning. Voices echo throughout the hinterland. The calls, the pleas, the begging for gun control rise like ghosts on the haunt.

Washington does not give a shit.

The nation grieves without anger. We see no gore, no photos of the dead lying in pools of blood, bodies splayed and curled, the lifeless faces robbed of the future.

There are more guns and gun deaths in the United States than any other country in the world. We are a country meek and mild in the face of constant murder. We should be furious. But there is no rage, just a meek and mild populace insanely content to tolerate the insanity of mass murder and millions of guns.

No wonder Washington does not give a shit.

MLK, a half century later

imagesIt’s good to think about 50 years ago and how we have come a long way since King’s “I have a dream” speech. It’s good to know that we now live in a country where race no longer matters, that everyone has an equal chance, that freedom and equality are the realized ideal in this society, that the principles for which MLK stood and died are etched forever on the American psyche and culture.

It’s good that the voting rights act, that pinnacle of justice and equality for all, has been preserved through the years and will stand; and no political party shall seek to thwart its intent. It’s good that civil rights in American no longer requires constant vigilance, that the poor and the rest of the nation’s underclass are protected from exploitation and injustice.

Mostly.

 

 

 

Linda Ronstadt

cropped-Screen-Shot-2013-08-26-at-3.42.40-PM.jpgLinda Ronstadt is not a regular pop diva.

You might have thought so when you heard “Different Drum” in the 1960s. Back then Ronstadt was the lead singer of the Stone Ponys. She had a good string of hits after that. I can still hear, “you’re no good, you’re no good” in my mind’s ear and my favorite, “It’s So Easy,” written by the immortal Charles Harden Holley (cq).

But she was not content with just pop and rock and roll. She ventured as few pop singers would. She sang Gilbert and Sullivan, old fashion American standards with the Nelson Riddle Orchestra and stood on stage to do duets with the magnificent Lola Beltran at the Tucson Mariachi Conference (1986). Few, if any, pop singers have demonstrated such range. She not only recorded Mexican standards based on her father’s favorites, but also albums with Dolly Parton and Emmy Lou Harris with amazing harmonies.

She is 67, not ancient by today’s standards. So it was a sad and melancholy moment to read that she has Parkinson’s and will not sing again.

She is Tucson born and bred, homegrown with a long family history to boot. It was fun over the years to watch her career develop because her roots are here. That made it doubly sad.

Caro Quintero

The only surprise in the government’s release of Rafael Caro Quintero’s release from prison is why it waited so long to let him go. Perhaps Caro Quintero had to wait until the right president from the right party got elected. Or maybe he’s sick and needed to leave the palace they called prison for treatment.

At any rate, it’s academic. The article by Elaine Shannon in the Los Angeles Times put it in perspective. Drug lords come, and drug lords go. The only things that change are the names.

Murder With Impunity

The (alleged) Justice Department announced last week that it would not prosecute the Border Patrol agent who shot and killed Carlos LaMadrid. The incident occurred in Douglas in 2011 as LaMadrid was reportedly attempting to cross the border into Agua Prieta.

He was 19. And an American.

The (alleged) Justice Department press release on the decision not to prosecute is an exercise in justifying an obvious homicide committed by a government official. It says LaMadrid, who allegedly was smuggling marijuana, deserved to be shot four times — THREE bullets in the back —  because rocks were being thrown at the Border Patrol officer, Lucas Tidwell.

Here is the paragraph that pardons the murder:

“While a civilian witness who climbed up the ladder behind the victim stated that he did not see anyone throwing rocks at the time of the shooting, his account is contradicted by the physical, testimonial and video evidence.  A law enforcement officer who witnessed the shooting stated that he saw a man on top of the fence throw three rocks at the agent, forcing the shooting agent to duck down behind his vehicle for cover.  The videotapes of the incident, although poor in quality, show an individual on top of the border fence making an overhead throwing motion as the victim ascends the ladder.  Crime scene investigators recovered several brick-sized rocks at the scene, including one that shattered the windshield of the USBP agent’s service vehicle, which the agent was standing or stooping next to when he fired five shots. ”

Here is the (alleged) logic that guides the (alleged) Justice Department decision not to prosecute:

“Under the applicable federal criminal civil rights law, prosecutors must establish, beyond a reasonable doubt, that an official “willfully” deprived an individual of a constitutional right, meaning that the official acted with the deliberate and specific intent to do something the law forbids.  This is the highest standard of intent imposed by the law.  Neither accident, mistake, fear, negligence nor bad judgment is sufficient to establish a federal criminal civil rights violation.  After a careful and thorough review, a team of experienced federal prosecutors determined that the evidence was insufficient to pursue federal criminal civil rights charges.”

This excrable reasoning places a stamp of approval on murder with impunity.

 

Blow out

Grant Road killed a tire this week. It was mine.

Now it’s gone, the victim of a pothole the size of East Texas. Poor thing never had a chance. It went WHUMP! Then KERFLEWEY. She blew.

I would like to know how the town ranks in per capita tire sales. I’d bet it tops the list.

Be careful. Grant Road is not the only tire killer in this town.

Tires today, axels tomorrow.

A great relief

I am greatly relieved to read the news story on the front page of the daily newspaper today that there are remedies for unsightly sofas in the street. It has occupied my mind from the time of the ottoman. It is good to take a load off. I cannot divine what divans have diverted my attention so. It must be a matter of deep-seated (or pillowed) anxiety. Perhaps we should have an old fashioned sit-down and discuss davenports (not in Iowa). It would bolster sagging spirits and lumpy souls.

 

Flake and McCain, the anti-porkers

Jeff Flake

 

John McCain

Arizona should be bursting with pride.

The state has elected a second U.S. senator who believes he should seek NO MONEY for the state. Jeff Flake, Republican senator-elect, campaigned long and loud against earmarks, those little do-hickeys at the end of bills that provide federal money for pet projects championed by state delegations in the House and Senate. To the enlightened right-wing conservative, earmarks and pork are the root of most all evil.

John McCain has made a successful senatorial career by refusing to bring home any manner of bacon[*] to Arizona. He is the longest living anti-porker. The right honorable Sen. McCain will tell you: The notion that federal pork provides roads and other infrastructure, jobs and lights a fire under a state economy is just hogwash, a lame excuse to hide the fact that it’s just money down a rat hole.

Let all that gravy and cash go elsewhere. Arizona’s senators stand four-square against federal money no matter how many jobs it creates, no matter how much infrastructure it builds,no matter how much prosperity it might generate. It’s rathole money as far as Flake and McCain are concerned.

Now we have two anti-porking senators. McCain is proud. Arizona is proud. And really, really poor.



[*] Was it bacon or pork that paid for the Central Arizona Project, that engineering feat that created a canal from the Colorado River all the way to Tucson?