Category Archives: Point of View


As the leaves outside my retirement home apartment begin to change from green to a brilliant red, I realize that I have failed to apply the message in Bob Dylan’s 1964 hit, “The Times They Are a-Changin’.”Dylan

Times already were changing in 1964 when the album and song became a hit. Like most people, I nodded and continued my quest for fame and fortune along a familiar road, complaining occasionally about changes that affected my pocketbook and my lifestyle.

Sunday morning’s Register-Guard reported how the University of Oregon football team defeated California, 42-24. The lead story was written by a staff member, but for the first time that I can remember the newspaper didn’t send a photographer out of town to cover a varsity football game. The photographs were taken by an Associated Press photographer. Continue reading TIMES ‘THEY ARE A-CHANGIN’ YET DO WE KNOW THE SONG?


Each fall millions of people don the colors of their favorite football teams and settle in for another season.

It’s interesting to view how spectators begin talking about “my team,” about how “we’re performing,” especially when the team is winning.

UO DUCK imageThus, hundreds of people arose early Saturday morning to participate in the ABC “Game Day” festivities on the University of Oregon campus to hail the advent of another Pac-12 football season.

After three wins to open the season, we contemplate defeating those men from Stanford with 4-point GPA’s and whose mascot is a tree for crying out loud. Why not pick something more lively like a duck to lead the charge?

Saturday’s early game results are surprising, mind-boggling. We march down the field and score. Then we score again and again. Continue reading IF YOU’RE NOT IN THE GAME, YOU’RE NO WINNER, LOSER


Seventy news organizations should continue focusing on being “watchdogs of the conduct of government” rather than try to explain Thursday why they are not “enemies of the people” as claimed by president Donald Trump.bulldog

If any medium is lying and acting as an enemy of the people it is the person who comments constantly with more than 11 million Twitter followers.

Fact checkers report that Trump made more than 4,000 false and misleading claims during the first year of his presidency. That number doubled six months later.

Now, the editorial board of The Boston Globe proposes that newspapers across the nation express their disdain for the president’s rhetoric on Aug. 16. The rally calls for the opinion writers that staff newspaper editorial boards to produce independent opinion pieces about Trump’s attacks on the media.

Meanwhile, until citizens of this country understand Trump’s reason for belittling members of the press, the freedom that serves as the bedrock of a democratic society is threatened.

Anyone as old and as moss-covered as I am knows that newspapers once were the primary means of disseminating news and opinion. Communities where I grew up supported a Republican and a Democratic newspaper. Those political biases were reflected primarily in the editorial sections of those newspapers. Continue reading WATCHDOGS DON’T CRY; THEY CONTINUE TO BITE


I watched a news conference on television Monday and heard President Donald Trump kick the U.S. intelligence agency under the bus. He later blamed the “fake news media” larry_the_twitter_bird_by_draganja-d52q3enfor creating the criticism that followed his statement, which he unsuccessfully attempted to revise.

Granted, the president suffers from narcissism, which in lay terms means that he’s an egotistical bully. Thus, it is understandable that Trump would be upset anytime he is portrayed as being less than perfect.

This, however, brokers no excuse for blaming the news media for doing its job of informing the public and commenting upon the conduct of government. That, Mister President, is the role of the press.

Keep in mind that media tools have changed. No longer are presidents and other public officials badgered only by people who own printing presses. We now are informed and influenced by what is called the new media.

Mister president, you are one of the most prominent, most unprofessional of all members of the new media with your constant streaming of opinion and misinformation via Twitter.

So, when you blame the news media for delivering “fake news,” look in the mirror.

Don’t take my advice, however. Look to Harry S Truman, the 33rd president, who once said: “If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.”

Better yet. Begin acting presidential rather than as a member of the “Fake News Media.”

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Note: In the event that I should be criticized by our chief communicator for being inaccurate and unprofessional, Harry didn’t place a period after his middle initial.



The newsroom has never been a safe place to work. Reporters and editors have been considered “bearers of bad tidings” and targets of reader wrath since Gutenberg began printing a Bible.

Press hatSo, I was not surprised to learn that an unhappy reader gunned down five newspaper staff members Thursday afternoon in Annapolis, Maryland.

Personal safety was the first lesson I was taught by a weekly newspaper editor the day I entered the profession as a teenager.

“Always have a back-door exit when facing an angry reader,” he advised. “And learn how to run — fast.”

Later, I made certain that I worked in offices with “escape” routes while editing weekly newspapers in Missouri and in Oregon.

I also learned to keep my mouth shut when confronted by an angry person. Let them vent their anger before responding. The obvious lesson: It takes two to tango. Continue reading WANT SAFE VOCATION? STAY OUT OF THE NEWSROOM

When you yearn to escape, it’s time to travel west

NEW COVERED WAGONWhen I tire of reading about the state of human affairs, I turn to my favorite author, someone who never fails to entertain me, to challenge me, to whet my appetite for adventure.

I know that the book I choose will follow the same plot line of nearly every book this author has written.

I know that the protagonist will be someone who has honed his basic skills of survival, who will shoot straight, knows how to throw a left jab and gets the girl before the story ends.

I want to be lost in the woods, travel over the western landscape, know how to handle knife and gun, sweat along a dusty trail, shiver in the cold, fight off a bear, ride a horse, sit around a campfire, watch the stars light up the sky. I want to be reminded of pioneer men and women who face life-and-death odds and prevail by the sweat of the brow, dogged determination and a willingness to take risks.

Last week I spent a lot of time reading what I call “heavy stuff” about finance, politics, economics and international trade policy. I also worked on the last few chapters of a romance novel that I’m writing. Even penned a letter or two.

Then I did what I always do. I went to the library and picked out a book by the late Louis L’Amour, who knew and wrote about the western landscape and its people.

He wrote 86 novels before he died in 1988, including my favorite, “Conagher,” and books about Hondo and the Sackett family.

Not bad for a guy who left school at 15 and completed his education as he traveled about the world living the characters that appear in my favorite “escape literature.”

Enough of Donald Duck. Gimme a real man and a courageous woman who stride out for the western horizon, making America what it always has been: great.



It is interesting to note how moving to a retirement home has changed my perspective about life.

I should have been in church this Sunday morning, but I chose to walk through a nearby shopping center as the sun flooded the landscape.

I hadn’t given much thought to how much time I now spend traveling across blacktop and cement. I did take time, however, to enjoy patches of decorative grass alongside a building and made a note to snap a photograph the next time I pass.

Yet, I may not pass that way again knowing that I don’t have to do anything but eat, sleep and watch the women Ducks play softball.

Today, I’m more concerned about whether an umpire will call the corners when Megan Kleist pitches than debating whether to order pancakes or waffles for breakfast.

During my outing this morning I whiled away the time at a St. Vinnies store and noticed all of the “stuff” that my wife and I no longer need now that we’re in an apartment and are fed three times a day.

“Gotta watch my weight,” I keep reminding myself as I listen to the waitress run through the dessert offerings. Normally, I choose an ice cream cone rather than calorie-laden pie and other goodies.

Now that I’m retired, housed and fed, I should follow the rather strict workout regimine that I mapped out a few months ago. Unfortunately, walking a mile by rounding the retirement building five times now seems formidable.

It’s easier to sit in front of a computer and check e-mail messages and to learn what friends (and strangers) are doing on Facebook.

Or to play a game or two or three or four or five of Solitaire.

Watching the University of Oregon women’s softball team play on TV also requires an investment of several hours a week, which interrupts my nap time, especially now that the team is headed to the World Series.

Nevertheless, I am learning the importance of prioritizing my life in new ways: Breakfast at 7:30, lunch at noon and dinner at 5:30. Maybe a walk now and then even if most of it is on blacktop and cement.

* Photo courtesy of UO Athletic Department