Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Why Can’t I Share in the Riches?



One of these days there will be a $1 billion baseball player. Just last month, Juan Soto agreed to a contract with the New York Mets for $765 million over 15 years.

 

Now if a guy who hits a ball with a stick can get close to $1 billion, why can’t a small-town journalist get $1 million?  Why can’t we make the kind of deals athletes get? We are just as important.

 

Even college athletes, which used to play for free, are getting into the act. Look at all of them who transfer from one school to another to get NIL deals—name, image and likeness. In other words, big payments from alumni donors.

 

I wonder if I could also enter the transfer portal and hold out for big bucks? I would ask Soto’s agent, Scott Boros, to represent me, but $1 million is chump change for him. I will ask a local bed & breakfast owner to do it, but she sounds dubious.

 

I could ask this newspaper to trade me to the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal to get the $1 million. Which is exactly $1 million more than I am getting now. Well, journalism, like textiles and tobacco, isn’t exactly a growth industry.

 

I could make the money back for them in endorsements. I could promote some of those drugs for seniors they sell during nightly TV newscasts. I probably take half of them already!

 

Those big papers will want my statistics. Well, they are pretty good: Number of times sued: Zero. Published corrections: None. Number of complaints from readers: One. But that reader didn’t know what he was talking about!

 

I know a 15-year contract is pretty long for an almost 83-year-old, but my mother made it to 98!

 

So, what say, boss?

 

Editor’s Note: In your dreams, hotshot. Hurry up with the next column!


Do You Hear the People Sing? I Do


Wonderful memories popped up when I recently glanced through some choral music called “Les Miserables Medley.”

In 2014, suddenly out of nowhere, I was given the role of a lifetime as the priest in Les Mis. Director Chris Jones asked me to send him a trial recording of my solo as he built a cast for The Prizery Summer Theater production.

I worked on it hard with my piano/voice teacher and landed the part. My only other experience in the theater had been in the previous year’s “Oliver,” in which I was an old drunk who was kissed every night by two young women. I was sold on theater!

Chris told me recently, “Les Mis was the best show I ever staged. Many people told me it was too large a show for our stage. I didn’t think so!”

The read-through of this summer stock production was a concert of its own. Larry Jennings recalls it as being  “like an opening night.”  The locals were all bowled over by the wonderful cast of recruits from a Southeastern U.S. audition event. What a month-long experience, hearing Jacob Waid singing “Bring Him Home” maybe 10 or 15 times.

I remember Ken Vaiden, who twice played Scrooge in “A Christmas Carol,” performing and helping with props and costumes backstage. Inspector Javert was played wonderfully by Fergie Philippe-August, who later went on to play James Madison and Hercules Mulligan in “Hamilton” on Broadway. And Allison Streeter, who was local, was a scream as as Madame Thernardier.

I was nervous coming on stage to bless Waid’s Jean Valjean, a thief who had been caught stealing from the church. I told the police, played by Evan Snead and Jacorey Jones , to let him go. In fact I gave him some more valuables.

Chris told me this was the turning point in the play, the moment when Valjean becomes an honest man.

I had a great deal of trouble with this: Would I really give the burglar more treasures after he stole a bunch of mine? This was a reach.

There was only one big lapse in my performances, when I dropped a verse out of my song once. Amazingly, the music director, April Hill, got the recorded music track to catch up with me.

The high point for me was when we all got on stage and sang “Do You Hear the People Sing?”  as Waid and Ryan Burch were carried around the stage.

After Les Mis, I became typecast as a priest. Do I look like one? I was the bishop in “Anything Goes” and promoted to God (or the starkeeper) in “Carousel.” I was supposed to be the priest in “Mamma Mia” until I suddenly needed a stent for a blocked artery.

Though most of the casts were quite young—college students and local high schoolers—Chris wanted some “age on stage” to give the shows depth, with people such as  Gladdy Hampton, Ken, Larry, Charlie Simmons and myself.

There are also wonderful experiences like this going on now at Halifax County Little Theatre, the Roxboro Little Theater, the Clarksville Community Players and 246 The Main in Brookneal.

But I decided after “Into the Woods” that I was done with acting. I kept forgetting lines and had to be coached by kids young enough to be my grandchildren. As the baker’s father, when do I pop onto the stage? After Jack sells the cow? I kept forgetting. And schedules were too grueling for an old man.

But maybe if they needed a priest again…

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Among other locals in the show: Austin Bowen, Jordan Cliffod, Rosie Anderson, Breyona Coleman, Gia Erichson,, Dorian McCorey, Shea McCuller, DeAngelo Renard, Jennifer Pagano, Tylor Nobles, Shaina Toledo, Daniel Casker, Gracie Berneche, Jason Fitts, Elizabeth Brogden, Isabella Lamonica, Bella Munley, Sarah Brogden, Sydney Cash, Amber Harris, Katie Holland,

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

My night at the prison


Looking back, what was my most exciting reporting adventure? A showgirls’ strike? One of John Kennedy’s last speeches? Something to do with Watergate? No, it was a prison riot in Oregon. It’s a wonder I wasn’t taken hostage.

Just before I was transferred to Las Vegas in March, 1968, I got a call from the Associated Press bureau chief in Portland. “The prisoners have taken over the Oregon State Penitentiary. The Salem reporter needs a break. I need you to spend the night there.” (Better than a six-month prison term, I guess.)

So I drove the 50 miles to the large prison, which was in complete chaos.

The 700 prisoners had taken over the facility and one section was on fire. Forty guards and other employees were taken hostage. Inexplicably, the management recruited reporters to take a tour of the prison, I guess to make us think things were under control.

We went through smoke-filled halls with prisoners running loose. The pharmacy was raided. The inmates were swallowing handfuls of pills. Too bad they didn’t get to the Valium.

Somehow we got back to a safe area. A truce was reached. The warden called a press conference, where prisoners’ leaders were allowed to speak.

As I sat down, I noticed that the floors were an inch deep in water from the fire fighting. A TV crew tried to drape wires to their cameras over my lap. “No, no!” I shouted.

Finally, just before sunrise, prison officials tried to talk holdouts who had taken over a wing of the prison into giving up. They called on Ann Sullivan, a reporter from the Oregonian newspaper, to talk to them. She had written articles seeking prison reform and was respected by the inmates

Just like a scene from the movies, she was given a megaphone and appealed to them to give up. They yielded and the strike was over.

I was one of only two pool reporters there. I had a scoop and ran to a nearby house to call in my story at 7 a.m. It was Sunday and no newspaper in the country was publishing at that time. I’m surprised the people let me in. I guess I didn’t look like an escapee.

My next duty was to call my Army Reserve unit to explain why I was going to miss the day’s meeting. If you missed five or more, you were supposedly sent to. Vietnam.

I had to bargain pretty hard. I guess they wouldn’t have given me such a rough time if I had been taken hostage!

Top 10 Forecasts for 2050

I got the Kiplinger Letter to publish the top 10 forecasts for the year, which appeared every January. It is still continuing, as far as I know. I wrote a few months ago that I don’t believe in forecasts, but, hey, this is a new year! Here are my Southside forecasts for 2025:

1.  The Prizery will continue as a successful artistic center in South Boston, despite a change of board and management. Halifax County Little Theater will carry most of the weight of the county’s live musicals

2.  The University of North Carolina football team will have a record year for attendance because of the greatest coach in the history of pro football, Bill Belichick. He’ll have trouble adjusting to college football at first, but his experience with the New England Patriots dynasty will eventually carry him to success.

3.  The Clarksville Community Players will have another blockbuster season in their 52nd  year. “Fiddler on the Roof” on March 28-29 and April 4-6  will be a big hit.

4.  Now that all of those businesses moved out of Riverdale, it won’t flood. (After we had to shovel deep snow at our house in Arlington, we moved to an apartment. It never snowed like that again.)

5.  Despite their misgivings, more people will turn to AI to get information, threatening Google’s search engine. News media and other content providers will fight it to no avail. They’ll eventually join, as musicians and writers did to iTunes and Spotify.

6.  The public will reduce its resistance to self-driving cars, just as they stopped worrying so much about  ordering online with a credit card. Tesla’s early breakthrough will catch on with other vehicles, especially among older people when the car can see and think better than they can.

7.  Danville’s new casino will have a great year, drawing tourists from all over. But expectations of its impact on the city’s economy may be too optimistic.

8.  The new Halifax County High School will open this summer with a lot of fanfare.

9.  Cable and network TV audiences will keep dwindling as streaming grows. More shows will be on a la carte services rather than free or than all-you-can-watch networks. And expect more ads.

10. The sun will come up on Jan. 1, 2026, and we will survive the ups and downs of government and politics regardless of our feelings. I expect to be here in full health, and I hope you are too.