Conspiracy Killed the Streetcars

I've always wondered why streetcars went the way of the Do-Do, and now that many cities are considering using streetcars to meet their mass transit needs I think answering the question has become a little more urgent.  After all, if there were good reasons for trolleys to fall into disfavor then we need to know what they were so that we don't make the same mistakes again. I'd always assumed that it was related to the rise of the suburbs and the growing prevalence of cars in most Americans' lives, but to me that still didn't explain why trolleys disappeared in urban areas.  After all, they were already in place and why would you want to go to the expense of tearing them down to replace them with something like buses that may not add any more value to the transportation system.  Maybe buses DO have enough advantages over trolleys to make them a worthwhile replacement, but it just didn't seem logical to me.

In this interesting piece about Commander Edwin J. Quinby it seems that the demise of streetcars was precipitated in part by a conspiracy of companies and executives who would benefit directly from their fall into disfavor:

The threat Quinby had uncovered was a deadly one. In short, General Motors and a consortium of other large corporations, working through holding companies like National City Lines, had been buying up streetcar companies, scrapping their electric trolleys, and then locking the cities into contracts that required them to buy buses, parts and fuel from themselves. Mass Transportation magazine (which had named National City Lines’ president E. Roy Fitzgerald its Man of the Year) ridiculed Quinby and his manifesto. “Edwin J. Quinby took full advantage of the great American privilege of the free press to feed the lunatic fringe of radicals and crackpots springing up like weeds in the United States today,” Ross Schram wrote in a five-page cover article headlined “The Queer Case of Quinby.” “The document, printed on cheap paper, is natural fertilizer for suspicions, for disunity. What is the Quinby pattern? Was he used by some strange political influence?”

A year later–thanks in no small part to Quinby’s efforts–National City Lines, Inc., American City Lines, Inc., Pacific City Lines, Inc., the Standard Oil Company of California, the Federal Engineering Corporation, the Phillips Petroleum Company, the General Motors Corporation, the Firestone Tire & Rubber Company and the Mack Manufacturing Corporation were all indicted on anti-trust and conspiracy charges, along with seven executives: E. Roy Fitzgerald and Foster G. Beamsley of NCL; H.C. Grossman of General Motors; Standard Oil of California’s Henry C. Judd, L.R. Jackson of Firestone Tire & Rubber; and Frank B. Stradley and A.M. Hughes of Phillips Petroleum. They were convicted in 1949 and received slaps on the wrists. Each corporation was fined $5000; the executives were fined just $1. America’s trolleys continued their march to extinction.

Whether or not GM and its cohorts killed the trolleys by themselves or merely hastened their demise, there can be no doubt that they had spearheaded an illegal conspiracy that placed their corporate interests ahead of the public’s. Quinby’s mimeographed pamphlet might have looked and read like ravings from the fringe, but it was anything but. Just because you’re paranoid, as the saying goes, doesn’t mean that people aren’t out to get you.

1980

This past Tuesday night was a busy one at the day job – we had our annual awards dinner and we rolled out a new name and logo for the organization.  The organization was founded in 1980 and as I prepared for my emcee duties I decided to do a little research so that I could do a little retrospective on what the world was like 31 years ago.  It was fun, especially since I was in 8th grade in 1980 and while I do remember things like seeing Jimmy Carter on the news, I was your average self-absorbed teen and really wasn't aware of what was going on in my parents' day-to-day lives as they made their way through life.  Here's a taste of what I found using various sites online — I'm not going to vouch for absolute perfection on the numbers, but they're all close enough to give you a sense of what was going on at the time:

  • Soviet Union was in Afghanistan
  • US boycotted the Moscow Olympics
  • Pink Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall was top song
  • A bunch of people tuned into Dallas to see who shot JR Ewing and Bo and Luke Duke were driving around being chased by the dumbest sheriff ever born.
  • First fax machines were available in Japan
  • Average 30 year mortgage rate was 15.28%
  • Yearly rate of inflation was 13.58%
  • Median value of a house in NC was $36,000 ($101,000 in today’s dollars)
  • Average monthly gross rent in NC was $205 ($577 in today’s dollars)
  • Gallon of gas cost $1.19 ($3.35 in today’s dollars)
  • NC unemployment rate in March, 1980 was 5.2%

The first time I ever signed my name to a mortgage was in 1993 and I remember the loan officer telling me and my wife that we were really lucky to be able to get our sub-9% mortgage, and telling us what a wonderful thing PMI was so that we didn't have to put down more than 10% for our loan. I remember agreeing with him because I could remember my mom and stepfather talking about their wonderful 16% note just 14 years earlier (mainly because I was bored to death sitting at the closing for that purchase when I was a self-absorbed teenager).  I also remember sweating bullets as we were asked uncomfortable questions about payments that were a week late on store charge cards a couple of years earlier, and even about some late payments I'd had in college. You can imagine my shock when I started reading about no-look loans, and you can also probably imagine why I'm not particularly sympathetic to those who get their panties in a twist when mortgage rates bounce up a scootch to 4.7%.  It's all a matter of perspective.

What I Want to Do When I Grow Up

An update from my Mom, who's on a trip that's given me a glimpse into what I'd like to do when I grow up and retire:

A bit of drama on the high seas for this report.  We are now only a few hours from Ascension Island, finishing the third of our days at sea since St. Helena.  This afternoon the captain saw a fishing vessel without appropriate identification within the restricted waters that surround Ascension, so we varied from our course to catch up with it and get the numbers and name painted on the side.  It seems to be either Chinese, Japanese or Korean, and is very similar to one the Endeavor – the Lindblad sister ship – identified on this same voyage in 2008. All of the information has now been forwarded to Ascension, just as it was then, but since Ascension is without any real fishing patrol boat, apparently little can be done.

While all that was going on, the ship doctors were arranging a med-evac for one of the women on board, who has been ill for two days now, with symptoms that the limited diagnostic equipment on board fails to identify.  She is the wife of one of the National Geographic photographers, so she is going into the hospital on Ascension.

Then, the decision was made to send the ROV (Remote Observation Vehicle) to investigate a sea mount, which is an underwater volcano that has been eroded by seawater so that the top is essentially flattened.  This particular one is three miles in diameter and 50 feet deep. The diver/naturalist on board reported that he now has the first photographs taken of this area.  He most probably will organize the images for a report within the next couple of days.  Bert was on the bridge to watch all this, and is bringing home the fathometer profile.

And, finally, the crew went fishing for our dinner and brought in a very large yellow-tail tuna and a wahoo, both more than enough for one of the dinner options.  They also struggled for 45 minutes with an even larger fish, this time close to the ship, so there was an opportunity to watch.  Eventually, the line broke, but there was plenty of entertainment. Plus, when they were exiting the side gate to get into the zodiac to go fishing, a very small Portuguese man of war washed in, so we were treated with an up front and personal look at a cereal bowl full of potential menace!

Up early tomorrow morning for a zodiac tour around Boatswain Bird Island, home to thousands of birds, and a full day tour of Ascension, closing with a late night visit to the beaches where the turtles are laying their eggs.  What's fascinating is that the males never come on shore, but the females may come on shore more than once, each time leaving behind as many as 100 fertilized eggs.  Because they are vegetarians, though, they breed here, but don't feed here.  Instead they swim all the way to the coast of South America to feed.  Obviously, they can go months without eating.  If they swim west, finding that coast isn't difficult.  What IS difficult to imagine is their finding this island when they come back, and even more so the little guys who are born here, and also make that journey.  Whew!

 

Corruption, Violence and Scumbaggery

Continuing the theme from the previous post may I present another great job listing:

We want to add some talent to the Sarasota Herald-Tribune investigative team. Every serious candidate should have a proven track record of conceiving, reporting and writing stellar investigative pieces that provoke change. However, our ideal candidate has also cursed out an editor, had spokespeople hang up on them in anger and threatened to resign at least once because some fool wanted to screw around with their perfect lede…

For those unaware of Florida’s reputation, it’s arguably the best news state in the country and not just because of the great public records laws. We have all kinds of corruption, violence and scumbaggery. The 9/11 terrorists trained here. Bush read My Pet Goat here. Our elections are colossal clusterf***s.(Blogger's Note: the asterisks are mine.  I don't mind the f-bomb myself, but some family members who read this thing do). Our new governor once ran a health care company that got hit with a record fine because of rampant Medicare fraud. We have hurricanes, wildfires, tar balls, bedbugs, diseased citrus trees and an entire town overrun by giant roaches (only one of those things is made up). And we have Disney World and beaches, so bring the whole family.

Winston-Salem’s Legacy 100,000 People Video

Just got a nice email from Kelly Bennett, Planner with the City-County Planning Board, about the work they're going to do to update the Legacy Plan.  Info can be found here, but I thought you'd like the video they've come up with to promote their work.  Fun note, at least for me: the last scene of the video was shot by the rooftop pool at the Nissen Building which is where I got my head shaved last summer for my office's food drive for Second Harvest.

 

Job Requirements

People will read the darndest things.  For example, lots of people read the obituaries on a daily basis.  Why? Not sure, but I'm guessing that when you reach a certain age you begin to do it in an effort to see which of your peers is no longer with us.  Personally, I enjoy reading job postings on occassion.  Why?  Because you'll find some of the most bizarre stuff there, mostly because I don't believe a grasp of the English language is required for most HR positions, but also because outlining job requirements often leads job listers to write some really funny stuff.  To support my case I give you this jewel from the "Physical Demands" section of a job listing for a Marketing Communications Manager:

While performing the duties of this job, the employee is regularly required to use hands to finger, handle, or feel; reach with hands and arms; and talk or hear.  The employee frequently is required to stand, walk, and sit.

Could the writer have made the first sentence, before the first semicolon, any more disturbing?

Before you say it let me just state that I understand why they have to write this, but it doesn't make it any less funny that they did indeed have to write it. I'm also left to wonder why they didn't also write "use lips and tongue to form words, and use ears to hear" instead of just "talk and hear?"

Later, in the "Work Environment" section of the job listing, the writer attempts to make office work sound somehow more adventurous than it is:

While performing the duties of this job, the employee is occasionally exposed to moving mechanical parts and risk of electrical shock.  The noise level in the work environment is usually moderate (business office equipment).

Translation: Some goobs manage to get themselves shocked when they un-jam the copier. 

The Oil Spill You Probably Haven’t Heard About

Let's file this in the "it's a huge small world category."  I have family member that's on a National Geographic cruise that departed from South America and is making stops at a variety of remote locations including the Tristan Da Cunha island group.  Yesterday I receieved an email from her with an update on the trip, and in it she mentioned an oil spill on Nightingale Island that they were seeing first hand and that I'd not heard about at all. Here's part of her update and a picture she sent with it:

OilOnPenguins
 
Not sure how much news has been generated in the US, but the wreck of the cargo ship that dumped diesel fuel (not crude, as reported by the NY Times) and a shipful of soybeans into the ocean was at Nightingale Island, which is where we spent the day.  It is more than a little unsettling to see penguins and baby seals black and shiny with oil.  The penguins are rock hoppers, which are the ones who look under normal circumstances as if they have a perpetual bad hair day, with bright orange topknots and slanty eyes.  There is a photo of some of them trying to get rid of the oil attached.  Nightingale is uninhabited, but full of birds – buntings, albatross, petrels, etc.  We had a zodiac tour around the base, and then headed toward Inaccessible Island, where the seas were simply too rough even for that.  We then headed back to Tristan de Cunha, the island we visited yesterday, to drop off some of the conservation staff we’d picked up and to refuel.  As I write this, the refueling is going on.  It was delayed because the ship from which the fuel is coming had been pressed into service to bring 750 penguins here so that the Tristaners can go about cleaning them up.  The little orange boat you see in one of the photos is the fishing boat from Tristan that brought these people out, so that they could round up the penguins.

Today I came across this post at the National Geographic Travel & Cultures site.  Kind of wild that I have family traveling with the author of the post, but also kind of scary what a "minor" oil spill can do:

A week ago today, (March 16), the MV Oliva (Valetta) crashed on the rocks of Nightingale Island, spilling its cargo of soybeans and some 800 tons of fuel oil onto the coast. The ship was crossing the Atlantic from Brazil to Singapore when for reasons still unknown, it hit the island’s coast at a speed of 14 knots.

The captain and all crew escaped the vessel, but by last Saturday the ship had begun to break up in the heavy surf. The oil slick had spread around the island and then out to sea in the direction of Inaccessible Island.

Our ship, the MV National Geographic Explorer arrived at Tristan Da Cunha yesterday and sailed to Nightingale Island this morning, as intended on our original itinerary with Lindblad Expeditions. Instead of mere bird watching, we were met with the disturbing sight of penguins and seals coated in sticky black oil.

Nightingale Island is home to some 20,000 of the endangered sub-species of Northern Rockhopper Penguin. Sadly, these are the birds that were hit the hardest—thousands are expected to die from the effects of the oil spill. While this spill is relatively minor in comparison to so many in the world today, it represents a major calamity for the fragile birdlife on pristine Nightingale Island and a heavy blow to the small group of islanders of nearby Tristan da Cunha…

A crisis response team had arrived by tugboat from South Africa—a four-day journey by sea. Commercial divers were on the scene to help dismantle the shipwreck and attempt to prevent further fuel from spilling out into the sea.

Another fear is the introduction of rats from the ship to the island, which could decimate the local bird population, including several endemics to the Tristan Island group. Three different types of rat traps had been laid on the island, and according to Tristan’s conservation officer Trevor Glass, no rats have been seen or trapped so far.

 

 

Short Term Thinking Not Good for Non-Profits

Before I leapt into the role of being a full time manager of a single non-profit I spent years consulting with non-profits and publishing companies.  One of my clients was a trade association with a mission of providing education and services to professionals with a particular role within corporations.  As with many trade associations there were essentially two kinds of members: those who comprised the "core" membership, in this case people who were consumers of the educational and service offerings of the association, and associate members, companies that sold products and services geared towards the core members.  Not surprisingly there were several competitors in just about every service/product category, and since my main function was managing the association's relationship with the associate members and selling them advertising, sponsorships and space at the trade show, I was keenly aware of who competed with whom.

As it happened there were several consulting companies that were competing for contracts with the multitude of core members, and in order to get in front of those members the consulting companies tried very hard to be selected as speakers at the annual conference and instructors at various seminars oranized by the association.  One consulting company in particular spun off a training company and literally created a certificate program for its graduates.  That same company agreed to allow the association to market and produce a couple of two day seminars that were taught by the company's principals and had titles that were trademarked by the company. The seminars were highly profitable for the association, but you can probably guess what kind of feedback I was getting from that company's competitors.  You can also guess how many times I had to defend the association when it was accused of "playing favorites."

Today I just read that my former client has partnered with that same company to provide a professional certificate program for its members.  I can only imagine the reaction from some of that company's competitors, but in my imagining I do hear lots of screaming.  Since I'm not in touch with anyone involved with the association I really don't know what the factors were in this decision, and for all I know it could be the right decision, but I get nervous whenever I see an association get into exclusive arrangements with companies that have services to sell to the association's members. It may just be me, but I'm not comfortable with giving any provider some level of "ownership" of one of the association's core service offerings.  I wouldn't have a problem with a company being a "sponsor" of a class or seminar because that's an opportunity that can be made available to any provider, but literally sharing the service or product ownership is, to me, a big problem.  So these would be the questions I'd ask about the relationship:

  • In the case of dissolution of the agreement who owns the course?  Who owns the copyrighted work, trademarks, etc.?
  • Does anyone on the association's board of directors have a stake in the company?  If so, did they recuse themselves from the vote?
  • What happens to the relationships with the company's competitors?  Did they have the opportunity to bid on the partnership, or do they get the opportunity to engage in similar partnerships with the association in the future?
  • Is the offering something that the association is absolutely unable to provide itself under any condition, or is it simply something that the association can't currently provide due to budget/staff constraints? If it's the latter did the association consider putting together a plan showing what would be required to offer the certification itself and then approach all of the companies to see if they'd be willing to underwrite it in some fashion – most likely long-term sponsorships or grants?

Honestly I think that last question is the most important.  If the association made the move simply because it was more convenient in the short term then I feel rather strongly that it was an erroneous decision.  I can't think of any organization that is successful in the long term when it signs away the right to one of its core products and at the same time risks relationships with some long time, key supporters of the organization.

Again, I don't know the specifics of this deal and I don't know what all the variables the board of directors faced in making the decision, but given what I know about the organization's background I really have a hard time buying that this is the best thing for the organization long-term.  Maybe it's necessary for short-term survival, but let's just say I'm glad I'm not selling ads or sponsorships on their behalf right now.

Okay, I Was Wrong

Back in the dark ages, maybe five or six years ago, I argued pretty strongly that the local paper should allow unfettered comments on its stories.  I thought they needed to follow the lead of blogs and embrace the idea of having a conversation with their audience.  Oh how smart I thought I was, and oh how wrong I now believe I was.  It's not that I've given up on the idea of having a conversation with your audience, it's just that comments on news stories don't generate conversation – unless you consider inviting dozens or hundreds of people into a room and watching them insult each other to be conversation.

The straw that broke the camel's back for me was this story in the Winston-Salem Journal.  The article is about non-profits seeing an increasing need for their services, but the general public not seeing it because people are putting up a brave front.  Somehow that article generated a comment string that veered off into anti-Semitism various other rants and I don't have the stomach or time to read them all to see how it happened.  Sadly, it's par for the course for the Journal's site and it's indicative of the tiny minds that frequent the site and leave behind turdballs also called comments.

It might be a better situation if news sites treated story moderation as community moderation; they could impose some order if they actively moderated the comments, but that's more than a full time job and I just don't think they have the staff or budget to do it.  That's why I'm going to reverse course and say that if I were king of the world I'd turn off story comments UNLESS active moderation was possible.

Life Without Baggage

Yesterday I finished my most recent junk-food-for-the-brain courtesy of the Forsyth County Public Library (Lewisville Branch) and once again fantasized about leading a life of no possessions. The eponymous hero of the Jack Reacher series lives a life traveling around the world free of possessions besides his ID, a debit card and the clothes on his back and I often envy him his spartan lifestyle. (He also ends up killing lots of people, but that's really a superfluous part of the plot as far as I'm concerned). Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I love our household, but yesterday also featured the latest in a long series of trips to the local dump to drop off yet another load of stuff we no longer need, so I was in that mode of Spartan-envy familiar to at least a few suburbanites. I'm also a gainfully employed, married, middle-aged father of three teenagers who's freedom of movement is roughly equivalent to that of someone doing time at a halfway house.

So yes, I have a kind of "grass-is-greener" envy whenever I read anything about people galavanting around the globe with nary a bag to check, and there are people doing just that:

I've done it. Traveling with no bags is gloriously liberating. You move fast, close to the ground, spontenously.  You feel unleashed, undefined by your possessions. It is just you and the world. I am convinced that with less stuff to manage you think different. You learn lots, fast.

I've done a few very short trips this way, and once I took a month-long journey in Sri Lanka without baggage. I would not want to travel this way all the time, but once you go with none, it is much easier to go with very little. It's one of the oldest truism in the world: the less you travel with, the more you take back.

There are four modes of no-baggage travel these days:

1) Total Nada

2) Just Pockets

3) Day Baggers

4) Minimalist Borrowers

Personally I dislike body odor enough that I seriously doubt I'd succeed at totally bagless travel, but it's fun to think about it.