Hey Bend, stop growing! (And get off of my lawn!)

The frustration of a maddening, blaming mindset, and how we need to face reality – together

Two guest columns in The Bulletin this week sort of make me wish I were in another profession, so I could submit my own response for publication. But considering I’m in the local media biz, that’s not really a good idea.

So I have my own thoughts to share in a blog – some familiar to those who’ve read my occasional debates with the folks online who blame “corrupt city government,” “evil Californians” etc. for Bend not remaining the wonderful place it once was.

“Unbridled growth is destroying Bend livability,” one headline reads.

OK, well we can’t all agree on what “affordable housing” is defined as, beyond “one I can afford.” Here’s a definition I found of livablity:

Livability is the sum of the factors that add up to a community’s quality of life—including the built and natural environments, economic prosperity, social stability and equity, educational opportunity, and cultural, entertainment and recreation possibilities.”

That sounds like a nice goal, but like company mission statements it’s broad enough to mean something different to everyone.

The devil is in the details. Always has been, always will be.

It is frustrating to hear so many people who think Bend was so much better decades ago. Deb and I moved here in 1991, and to think back to the city then, one where the start of hunting season felt like it emptied out the town, when Division Street was undivided, when red cinders and woodstove smoke were part of the feel … it’s easy to get wistful for those days.

But I return to a familiar statement: Everything has tradeoffs, including growth.

Why do places seem better in our distant memories? Could it be, in large part, because we were a lot younger back then? Of course it is!

Both of the columns picked some familiar targets. “Stop advertising Bend. You have been beyond successful!” Bill Eddie wrote.

So answer honestly: Did YOU move here because you saw an ad? Or was it for a job being offered, or word of mouth, or did you visit a friend or family member, or hit the slopes or river or trails, and love what you saw? Did anyone in your circle of friends and co-workers really move to Bend due to an advertisement? Or does the place “sell itself?” (Despite how awful you may think it’s gotten!)

And even if you DID convince city leaders to “stop selling Bend,” in other words, to stop funneling room tax dollars to tourism promotion, they couldn’t do it. It’s STATE LAW that a hefty portion of room tax funds go to tourism promotion. And the tourism industry has plenty of clout in Salem to keep that in place – they’ve shown often that lawsuits will follow if govt. folks don’t give them their due.

Some of the other “ideas” are equally ludicrous: “Resist state-mandated growth.”

People! It doesn’t work that way. Government does NOT have a magic “growth dial” they can turn up OR down. The state land-use laws – which voters enacted and have upheld when asked again – REQUIRE cities and counties to plan for 20 years of growth. Not “sought-after” growth – PREDICTED growth, based on past and current trends and projections. Because not planning for growth is even worse!

I bet most folks, when speaking more broadly, would agree that people have the absolute right to move to and live (and build!) where they want, if they can afford it (and some might say, even if they can’t!)

And it’s patently obvious that no matter how “horrible” you think Bend (or any city!) is, it’s still “heavenly” for many moving from places they’ve found to get too crowded for their liking.

And so, the process repeats itself. We all hear from people fed up who say they are moving someplace smaller, quieter, more like Bend used to be. You think the residents THERE are welcoming them with open arms? Some will, some won’t.

We’re talking about a mindset, here. A way of looking at life, and your neighbors. If you generate sour attitudes because the place has “gone to hell,” YOU are making it even worse, today, for those around you.

Of course we need to keep trying to work TOGETHER to find REALISTIC solutions to some very challenging issues.

Preserving more “natural” space in developments? Sure, but remember, NOTHING comes without a cost. That will push the price of development up even more! Why? Because the less land you can build on, THE MORE IT COSTS to build there! Why do we not think of these little messy, devilish details and unintended consequences?

Feel-good blameism is WAY easier than actually working with those evil govt. folks and evil developers to come up with realistic improvements to the rules that WON’T get overturned in court by folks who feel they go to far, thus costing us more tax dollars and wasting time that could be spent on more realistic goals.

But just how does Bill, who’s probably a nice chap, expect us to “resist state mandated growth” – if you even believe it works that way? The state doesn’t mandate GROWTH. It mandates that we PLAN for the projected growth, which is based on … well, growth rates! Of course.

And then Bill says “say ‘NO’ to urban sprawl”! Um, that’s WHY we have state land use laws in the first place, and urban growth BOUNDARIES. Which are very costly and take many years to expand. We can’t grow OUT easily, so we grow IN (infill) and UP (multi-story buildings are getting to be more common.)

So when he says to “update our road infrastructure before building more homes and large hotels,” it’s again asking the wrong questions, the wrong way. It’s like those who say government has all the money it needs to do all the things we want if they just “cut waste.” (Sure, easy to say.) More efficient cars have reduced the gas tax the state gets from each vehicle.

And again, you can’t tell folks they can’t build on their property, if they buy it fair and square and follow the rules. There’s no way the rules can say “we don’t want you here, go away.” (It’s like the ’90s, when one oft-voiced argument against destination resorts was, ‘we don’t NEED them!” Says who? How is government supposed to base the rules on what’s “needed”? Where’s that consensus supposed to come from?

Charles Boyd delivered the second op-ed, reflecting on the first. He talks of Bend being “unrecognizable” for those born and raised here way back in the ’30s and ’40s. Well that seems probably true for most cities in America, except ones that have been in a downward spiral of decay. No one wants that, right? But we expect a place to stay frozen in time, with only “good people” quietly moving in and making it what we love, just more so. Seriously?

“We do need to stop advertising for tourists and discourage the construction of more large hotels,” Charles writes, noting the low salaries paid to people in the tourism industry. So first, yet again, blaming the ads for growth. Sheesh. (We make a lot of top 10 lists that no doubt Visit Bend has never heard of before they came out, much less “paid” them to include us – they are based on various factual statistics. Sure, some are based on actual visits, and maybe a tip from the locals.)

But “discourage” more hotels? How? The companies that build them do their research, and see a thriving town and want to be part of the action. Who can blame them? (I know, many can – but is it really fair to do so?)

Bend is still special, in its own way. But it never was or will be unique. Growth, like life, brings its share of good and bad.

The year I moved to Bend to join The Bulletin, I interviewed a couple who wrote a book about “Fifty Fabulous Places to Retire” or somesuch, and Bend, of course, was on the list, for the usual reasons.

It was an enlightening start to my life on the High Desert. Because they had a list of like 200 or more cities to start with, then started interviewing residents – and in the end, almost couldn’t come up with 50!

Because in EVERY community, the longer someone had lived there, the more incredulous they were that ANYONE would even THINK of retiring or moving there!

Sadly, their sour attitudes about the changes to the town they once loved — which are ALWAYS a mix of good and a wistful longing for bygone days — had infected their mindset. So the authors had to talk to the newcomers to hear the pluses of those places, before the all-too-human erosion of good vibes soured their views.

So yep, Bend is special. But not unique, then or now. Human nature is pretty universal. So is cognitive dissonance, such as: I should be able to do whatever I want on my land, but my neighbor shouldn’t.

Or as my Blame Society Slogan for years has put it: “I want to have my cake, eat it too, not get fat, have someone else pay the bill — and if I can’t, it’s the (fill in the blank’s) fault!

Living a life of blame can be fulfilling for some, I suppose. It takes the guy or gal in the mirror off the hook. We expect our leaders to wave a magic wand and freeze a place in time, when national and global economic factors play a far bigger role in who moves where and why.

If we don’t ask the right questions, and move on from the finger-pointing, we can’t get anywhere close to the right answers. And “simple’ solutions are usually simplistic, feel-good, knee-jerk “non-answers” that just create more problems than they solve, so we can blame the government some more.

So, want developers to save more trees? Be ready to see home prices rise even more, not just because of less developable land – but because those neighborhoods will be more attractive – in other words, petitions don’t change market forces any more than governments do.

We can’t build a glass dome over the places we love, or put in guarded checkpoints. Yes, the wilderness area fees are understandably controversial) but what easy answers are there for loving a place “to death’?

It’s like saying “growth should pay it’s own way” — great for a bumper sticker, but that means housing gets even more pricey, because those costs of more fees will get passed along, inevitably.

Note I am not saying we should throw up our hands and give up. We have to keep tackling the issues, but that takes a large measure of give and take, being willing to listen, being open-minded, not buying into the fear-mongers and … yes, I’ll say it, having a positive attitude.

And it also takes being aware that quite often, we are nibbling around the edges of something way bigger than any one politician, construction company — or city/region can change to any large degree.

It’s really quite silly to blame “rampant growth” for our woes, as if it’s something that has a secret Master Control somewhere that we can turn up or down, rather than 1,000s of people making 1,000s of decisions, of their own free will — or to believe it’s “allowed to happen” because unmarked bills get passed under the table to a city councilor or state lawmaker is proven wrong by anyone who takes the time to actually look at the land-use and related rules, and see why they evolved into what they are — complex and imperfect, but a balance of competing goals, wants and needs.

It’s that simple, and that complicated.

But we need to resist the ease of blame, and when we hear someone say (or write) that “some are lobbying for new housing developments,” we have to ask who, and why (to meet demand!?) and what they mean – do we want to have homes for those who want to move here, or not? Do we think that restricting the supply (even if we can find legally defensible reasons to say no!) will stop people moving here, or just drive up the price of housing so much that more folks can’t afford to live here? Do we think Bend is immune to the forces of supply and demand?

In other words, it’s easy to blame. It’s far harder to resist, to realize that just about everyone is trying their best, and to look for ways to truly come together and tackle the problems in ways that are legal, politically palatable and will withstand the test of time.

Otherwise, we’ll just sink into a quagmire of blame, divisiveness and anger. And then Bend really WILL be “unrecognizable.”

Especially when we look in the mirror.

The similarities are uncanny!;-)

Well, well, well – a month after that previous blog post, our new www.ktvz.com site went live! And while there are lots of differences between a .com blog and the sites built by our new Web partner, StoryMate – there are other aspects that are quite similar.

The right sidebar has many of the same elements. It’s late so I should get to bed, but at least wanted to post here and … say howdy;-)

Of digital radio, music, Muse, Reddit – and yogurt

Back again!

Was just listening to a new (to me) favorite group – Muse – ‘hard’ rock but not ‘heavy,’ and fun.

Why? Because I’d envied Deb, who listens to KNLR (the local Christian station) and that her car radio told her which artist/song was playing.

Only recently did 101.7 (the Adult Alternative;-) start suddenly showing me that on my car radio! Now I can go to wonderful Spotify and find the artist that sounded so good. Like Muse.

Then I go to Reddit and see if the group has a subreddit community there.

On Reddit, I use my real name – very rare indeed, because I’m bad at anonymity and would get myself in trouble and “out’ myself on a regular basis.

My point – and I do have one (thanks Ellen!) is that if I didn’t use my real name, I’d probably use the user name “Addicted to New.” Because I am.

Another left-turn here, hang on: I can go nuts when I go to the store and any yogurt – a DAIRY PRODUCT – is days beyond the expiration date. They are probably good, and there are 1,000s of little cups for the poor supermarket to try to track, but … off the shelves!

Then when I DO take home my all-good yogurt, with different flavors of roughly equal enjoyment, I organize them in the shelf to be eaten in the order of their sell-by date, oldest to newest.

A bit anal-retentive? Hey, we all are creatures of habit in some way.

And similarly to music – when I get into, say, a 20-year-old artist like Muse, I usually do so through the “front door” – their most recent album. Same with Monkey House, State Cows, Panic at the Disco! – trust me on the first two, they are great – and find I love their most recent stuff, and am less interested in digging into the back catalog.

So then I go to Spotify, and the music communities there are fun-ly predictable) not frustratingly because it’s a sure sign of human nature in digital form – folks who have been into a group for years or decades debate so many things, one being when the group or artist “peaked” and how crappy their later stuff was. Or uneven, etc.

I don’t enjoy the not-latest newspaper, magazine, blog post etc. except as an historical dive. I love what’s fresh, what’s new, and what’s coming (new Monkey House album in July, can’t wait! Single “Shotgun” is super, check them out!)

Maybe it ties back to the fact that I ride the tide of the daily news (or it rides me). So now is what’s fun. Then, back then, even way back then – not so much. Sure, the whole biological thirst/quest for “new stimuli” may be part of it. At the same time, looking back at Facebook posts or memorabilia from 5, 10, 20 or more years ago makes me very wistful, even melancholy and a touch depressed. Ah, we were all so much younger then.

But the new! It’s fun to check out what’s fresh. Be it the least-stale yogurt, music that’s new (or new to me!) or my car telling me who I’m listening to.

 

 

 

Away too long again

On a busy, frenetic night, with another mass shooting tragedy and a tsunami of interesting news releases to plow through – oh man, plow, bad word after this past snowy month in which I let the missus drive because my electric Ford Focus does NOT like packed snow and ice… anyway, a placeholder to say I’m still here.

Partly because I went through password heck today just logging into WP again. Partly because WP just MIGHT be the next platform for our TV Website.

And to say whew, I made it in.

More later! If it lets me in again;-)

Spread thin but still kickin’

I guess I try so hard to put interesting thoughts in places I’m expected to, like my professional page, my trio of blogs get short shrift.

But other than still abysmal at time management and getting out the door and into the newsroom, things are going well. Oh, and still praying the next doctor helps my wife relieve her pains, especially her right hand:-/

I should to this more and Facebook a bit less. It’s just so… all-consuming. And younger folks are moving on, and I … well, who knows if any co-workers blog any more. I guess I keep dinosaur-hopping;-) But I’m not much of a Snapchat or Instagram kind of guy. Besides, my focus is on the news so much… I am what I am.

But I will try to get more regular here, and share thoughts that don’t quite fit elsewhere.

Reddit also is something so wonderful in terms of its infinite variety and, if you choose well, nice people talking about everything under the sun. But … I want it to be The Now Edition. If the redesign brings the Wikis possible with each sub into a greater power for actual curated content… well, then it’ll be what I have been hoping for, for all these years. If not, I’ll just keep planting the seeds, in hopes someone in a position to make it happen goes aha!

 

I love my smartwatch

My favorite new gadget in at least a decade is my Samsung Gear S3 Classic.

It buzzes on my wrist every time I get one of the 10,000 or so work emails a month.

Does that sound like Hell on Earth to you? Well it’s heavenly, to me. A flick of the wrist, and I know if it’s urgent or ignorable. Without wrestling my phone out of my pants pocket. Was very handy when we were moving to our new house, and my arms were often full of boxes.

It also tracks my steps, tells me I need to get up off my butt and stretch, gives me a “good job!” when I get my daily (hopefully 2X daily) walks in, and lets me know if I got a text from my wife, a friend, etc.

It’s also a phone! With its own number! And with AT&T NumberSync, when my phone rings, my watch does too – and I can answer it either way. I look a bit like Dick Tracy when I’m walking the aisles of the supermarket, chatting with my wife about what I’m buying (it’s no louder than a normal conversation, so it’s no more intrusive than when the two of us shop together, though a bit odder to look at;-)

I use one of the brighter watch faces on it, which is readable even in bright daylight (though I have turned to a darker one some times when driving – every turn of the wheel and it lights up, which can be a bit… distracting).

Oh, and as my pal/colleague Lee says — he just got one, too — “it’s also a watch!” Heh. Funny.

 

 

Of weekends, contrast and the ‘Vortex’ of news

I am a lousy time manager. Just ask my wife, or my boss. No, wait, don’t! They already know (all too well!) and I already know and… here’s just a bit (OK, it got long, more than a bit!) of an explanation – not a defense, just an explanation – of why.

I’ve often said it’s a good thing I’m not a producer of one of our newscasts – they’d start about, oh, say, 6 or 10 minutes past the hour, not at 6 pm on the dot. (Another favorite saying: I’ll be late to my own funeral. But who wants to be on time for that? I’d rather not show up entirely. Heh.)

So anyway, I’ve also often said that I “ride the tide of the daily news.” Lately, I’ve come to realize that the tide of news actually often rides me — my wife and I “lovingly” call it The Vortex, in that one of the many ways news is not a widget to be put in a box or a bean to be counted, you just can’t know what’s going to happen next.

Just like a favorite diner can only plan so much in terms of staffing, only to see it all go to heck when a bus of high school wrestlers on the way to a tourney drops by — like many jobs, actually – you can only plan so much, than have to allow for the unexpected, and be flexible in how to get what needs to be done, done.

The Internet made things worse — the ability to work anywhere, at any time — but my issues pre-date it by decades. Back in my United Press International Days, my wonderful wife Deb would get off work, come over to the bureau and watch me run from one of the old green-screen terminals to another, posting stories or the like, and I’d be saying, “One more thing!” “One more thing!” Etc.

Still, when I left work, work was over — except maybe to tune in the hourly news on the radio to make sure nothing big had broken locally or elsewhere in Oregon. I also hadn’t quite gotten the whole police scanner thing into my blood – a topic for another time.

But now, like so many of you/us, my job is still as all-consuming – and can be done at work, at home and, to some degree, anywhere I am, thanks to my trusty laptop.

That of course is a good and bad thing. Trust me, I know.

Without diving into the specifics, this weekend was a great example.

Saturday, there was a lot of local news to get done. And while we do have a weekend broadcast staff, of course, I sort of … help them out. Not to mention getting that news on the Web.

Some would (and no doubt do) say it’s because I’m a control freak, that I don’t delegate well, etc. But I also know that I have … standards. As do our many readers. They expect online articles to be well-written and for fresh news to be posted while fresh, etc. Not to mention moderating the 100s of comments every few hours that pour in on our Website.

So I worked a lot Saturday – and still, with my wife’s hand pain (dang arthritis!) really bad, got out to the grocery store. So what if it was after 9 pm? That’s why Freddy’s is open until 11!

Today, the Gods of News granted me a reprieve (knock on wood) and there have been no big breaking local news stories (knock knock knock on wood).

So I was able to spend more time with Deb, venture out for a bit, and sit and watch TV. To do that very important relaxation and, yes, doing nothing that is the only true way to alleviate the stress. I even got both of my neighborhood walks in (though I am anxious for a bit warmer weather to return.)

I know I’m supposed to be a filter of the news, not a funnel. I don’t have to post every single AP state wire story to the Website, or turn every interesting news release or email into a story. There’s always more to do than time (and me) to do it.

And yet, I really do enjoy what I do. I relish being the first to tell people interesting things, and yes, competitive me, to beat the competition (which is about to expand a bit locally.)

I sometimes have said over the years that the young people I work with, trying to help them become better writers, reporters and story-tellers (I leave the photography aspect to others like the great Steve Kaufmann), that they both help keep me young and “drive me to an early grave” at the same time. (As happens with your own kids, I suppose, though Deb  and I have never been blessed in that regard).

I’m the picky guy who not only wants to get these young folks to soak up story ideas like a sponge and keep their curiosity and passion thriving, but also wants us to always use the right word, to get everything right, to take the government gobbledygook and turn it into English, who always calls the police or fire agency to fill in the inevitable holes a news release will have.

I simply can’t “care less.” It’s not in my nature, or repertoire.

And that’s the biggest rub of all.

Sure, I’ve asked for help in different ways over the years, with what I do, but then I show them the 360-degree, almost 24/7 sphere of work I’ve created for myself (I DO get 6-7 hours of sleep a night! Really!) and they go “you must be joking.” Well, sort of.

And no one has ever explicitly told me to “care less,” to let things slide, let the top stories on the Website stay static for a few hours or longer (though I did come up with a nifty shortcut last year to automate that with fresh U.S./world news, especially on slower news days. I need to find more things like that!;-)

But my brain is simply wired to do what I do, and … it’s cost me no doubt in various ways to be so “chained to the keyboard.” But I know I’m also very blessed with a patient wife and colleagues and superiors (to the inevitable limits I test too often;-/

The tradeoffs and rationalizations I publicly profess over this imbalance between my personal and professional life are very well known to me, and to those I love and respect. They cut me as much slack as they can and of course worry I am working myself to an early grave (in my wife’s case) or, at work, not giving the best example to the younger reporters of how to achieve that crucial balance.

This weekend’s very contrasting Saturday and Sunday reminded me how, once again, I have placed myself at “the mercy” of a never-fully predictable tide of local news. Our show producers know that going into every workday of planning to hit that 4, 5, 6, 10 or 11 p.m. mark. On the nose.

In a way, I envy them. That rigidity — the “tyranny of the clock” — also means they know when their work is over— 30 or 60 minutes later (or 2 hours for the Sunrise folks.)

But that’s not really true, either. Even for producers. There’s always more for them to do — and for the reporters, oh my, there’s always Barney, helping however he can but also bugging them for online stuff, both during the day, and after the shows, when they just want to get dinner and do other things. Sure, I read their scripts and try help them find the sources, the info they need, etc. We all help each other out, all the time.

So the Internet has helped foster what wire services like UPI knew very well decades ago — that in the world of news, there’s a “deadline every minute” (in fact, a book on the soap opera that played out in the all-but-demise of that beleaguered organization had that as its very title.)

But to be totally honest, only I have created this particular, major-league “Vortex” of life for myself. And my wife has resigned herself to living with it, sort of like the spouse of a doctor who’s pretty much always on call, and can’t really say no. (But when she hears sirens, she too wants to know what’s going on! As do so many of you, who ask us before you’d ever bother 911.)

I’ve also taken to standing every more firmly in my lobbying for the need for us to be flexible — except for that clock ticking to 6 p.m. — to not set so many unreasonable deadlines or expectations that we feel like we’re always failing. I used to winch at stretch goals, saying they’re bad for my back. It seems that saying to “keep doing the great things you’re doing” becomes an insult/put-down. If you’re not moving up, you’re falling behind.

To me, it’s a corollary to another late-in-life realization: That sometimes the wisest thing one can say when asked “when will you do such and such?” is — it depends. That firm deadlines are a fact of life, but in all other things, we must strive to make sure not to let what I call “artificial deadlines” rule our lives or our work, or we will fail in ways that go way, way beyond a missed deadline. (It’s like another aspect I try to cling to: That sometimes the best answer to a question can be an honest “I don’t know.” (Especially when quickly followed up with, “But I’ll try to find out. Now.” Bingo! Real, and caring!)

It’s on a weekend with such stark contrast — from a Saturday struggling to stay afloat, to a Sunday placid trip down the River of News — that I’m reminded of what I already know: I must make the most of the lazy-river stretches, in order to be at my best when the rapids inevitably appear, perhaps just around the next bend, in that never fully charted River of News.

That’s both the joy and excitement of this journey, and the frustration and fear. They are wedded inextricably, for me, and … like two sides of a coin, are pretty much inseparable.

Maybe your job or life is much like that as well. I do have dreams of other things I could be doing (ask me about The Now Edition some time!), but then the next interesting, even amazing event, calamity or story to tell comes my way and … I’m off to the races again.

On the eve of my 60th April Fool’s birthday (no foolin’!) I know my strengths, and my limitations. And like the musicians (Elton! Paul! Etc.) who keep doing great things into their “senior years,” I hope and pray I get to keep on keepin’ on making a difference, telling folks interesting things and stories, moderating the carnival of our viewer comments and … communicating both good news and the unfortunate bad.

More changes are coming, as they always do. So I’ll buckle in, and see where the river takes us next. Hoping my life vest doesn’t get tested too often, ya know?

 

 

On a quarter-century in Bend

I never expected to be in Bend for 25 years, and yet, this month marks that anniversary. Wow.

A lot of change in my life, and Bend’s, over that time. Some good, some not so great, all water under the bridge there’s no use kvetching over.

When my job at United Press International evaporated in the fall of 1990 – I was their last reporter in Portland, next to last in Oregon – a boss I barely knew in LA called to tell me I was the “best person I’ve ever had to lay off.”

Ouch. Such a compliment.

I frantically looked for work – AP had no spot for me, nor did The Oregonian – how things would have changed if they did. So one day, as the unemployment was running out, I called an old friend at The Bulletin, which used to be a UPI client – held on longer than most.

Indeed, there was an opening. And after two women turned it down, Deb and I moved over the Cascades from Beaverton.

It truly felt like a small town then. One where there was no Starbucks, no Supercuts (I used to kid about going to Floyd’s Barber Shop with Field and Stream magazines and a six-pack in the sink;-) — and worse for me, no local access number for my already-strong online addiction (ah, CompuServe, Prodigy and — I was a beta tester for AOL. If only a beta shareholder!;-)

It was a town where seemingly half the population vanished into the woods when deer hunting season arrived. Where Division Street was not divided, where Third Street already was getting too crowded (back to the future!) and … where at the corner of Highway 20 and 27th Street stood a lonely BP station and … nothing else. No Costco, Safeway, shopping centers — darkness at the edge of town.

Over the years I bounced from the paper to a special five years writing online-only (at first) news for Bend.com/later The Bugle, and then, 11 years ago almost to the day, landed at KTVZ (then newly christened NewsChannel 21, though many old-timers still know it best as Z-21.)

I’ve had my ups and downs, just like the region I’ve come to know and, yes, still love. Sure, I have not spent as much time away from the keyboard enjoying it as I wish. Never been much of an outdoorsman, but at least I get my walks in now, thanks to the co.-provided Fitbit and My Fitness Pal.)

One of my first stories at the paper was to interview the authors of a book that included Bend in “50 Fabulous Places to Retire” or somesuch. I recall asking the couple how they came up with the list. They had narrowed it to 200 or so, I seem to recall, before starting to interview residents.

They thought they’d have trouble narrowing it to 50. Instead, they had trouble coming up with 50, because so many people are so down on where they live, they couldn’t imagine folks actually think it was a good place to retire, or raise families, etc. And it appeared that the longer they lived in one spot, the more who felt that way. Soured on their former “paradise,” mad at those who came after them for “trying to change the place,” etc.

So they had to focus on the relative newbies, the one who knew why they had come and loved where they were – not the long-time residents who have soured on it and of course have this rosy, romantic view of how things “used to be.”

As a journalist, my specialty is reality. I have to skip the rose-colored glasses. Bend and Central Oregon wasn’t perfect then, or now. There are always things to miss and remember fondly, wherever you live. The trick is to realize that everything changes, some for the better, some not so much. We cannot put a place (or person) we love under glass, never to change. It doesn’t work.

Yes, the summer tourists seem lousier drivers than ever. (Day to day ones, too.) And it’s still called “poverty with a view” by too many.

But during the deep recession that hit here as hard as anywhere, I remember looking up to the bright-white snow-capped mountains on the horizon right outside our doorsteps and saying, “they haven’t lost a bit of their value, right?”

It’s all about trying to put, and keep, things in perspective, something hard to hold onto in the swirl of emotion-fueled rants in our social-media-fueled Blame Society.

There’s no magic dial called “growth” we or our elected leaders can turn up or down, much as many would like (if we could even get a slim majority to agree on where the dial should sit!) It’s 1,000s of individual decisions by all of us infallible, imperfect humans.

So we must, in the end, except the bitter with the sweet – some of the best chocolate, and life, is bittersweet. I can be brought close to tears by a 20-year-old library card or bottle of Windex. Seriously. I’ve always had a touch of the melancholy that way.

But we can’t, yet, time travel. (Though a Star Trek transporter sure would have been handy covering big national news 3 hours to our east!)

Instead, our mind does the traveling, the sorting, the rationalizing. It’s how we survive what life throws at us.

And for all those ups and downs, and the worse traffic we face now (but WAY better than the Valley!)  I know I’m blessed to, for example, have the best wife in the world (to put up with me and the News Vortex, a saint!) – a 5-minute commute, a great job and great co-workers and bosses, my health (mostly:-/ and a special place to call home, even if we write all the time about its imperfections and issues.

Because the Chief Rationalization of Life, no matter where you live, is that while things could be better — they could always be much worse.

Such is life. In Bend or anywhere. It’s what we make of it, as Doc Brown says at the end of said Back to the Future — so make it a good one! And take time aside from grousing to remember all the things we take for granted – and thank God and our fellow, imperfect friends, family and co-workers for making it not just tolerable, but pretty darn nice at times.

 

A trying Facebook day: Have we taken leave of our senses?

Has the world always been, largely, certifiably mad (as in insane) or is it just that Facebook has made us look that way?

I actually posted a nice note to my FB friends yesterday about how amazing a tool it is, by and large, to keep in touch with friends old and new.

Then, as if to smite me, we had a really bad crash in Redmond – and a few dozen of the folks who passed by and took photos of the pretty dramatic if not horrific (OK, the victims were gone by then) scene shared the photos, in public, within minutes, on our Facebook page – long before any family members were notified, much less identified to the public.

What were they thinking? Or not thinking?

I posted a fervent plea of “please don’t do this,” which at least sighting had over 500 likes. But while that’s something that can be appreciated and humbling, I’m not “like”-fishing – I’d rather not have something to prompt such a finger-wagging post, “liked” or not!

When folks have said over the years that our Website’s comments would be more civil if we required real names, not screen names, I automatically reply: “Have you seen what people post to Facebook with their real names attached?”

Then, in a 1-2 punch of “fun,” I post a rewrite of a news release on a Crook County crash of an ATV and SUV on a forest road that thankfully did not lead to any deaths, but involved two juveniles, so the sheriff’s office did not identify them, only the SUV driver.

Well, within an hour or less, that posting turned into what I call “trial by Facebook,” led by one of the ATV riders who made some serious allegations about the driver — who, deputies said, was not cited. (There were some, well, holes in the news release, which I have inquired in hopes of filling, but it seemed to be enough to get it out there.)

So again, I had to go in — if only over my extreme fear of litigation and related headaches — and remove dozens of back and forth comments over who what when where why that went way beyond what the sheriff’s office released.

Some consultants have told me/us, “don’t worry – it’s only Facebook.” Heck, there was a ruling last week that again absolved folks who oversee Facebook pages of some legal risk based on what folks say on them.

But we have Terms of Service for the comments on our Website – ones I get to make sometimes-tough judgment calls on 100s of times a week – and I really do try to hold to the same TOS on our Facebook page, when I can, however I can.

It feels at times like a lost, hopeless cause – that today, with everyone having the ability to say whatever they want, wherever they want, that “censorship gene” of civility, sensitivity, decorum, taste and all those old fuddy-duddy old-fashioned words that most of us used to abide by has just gone out the flippin’ window entirely – young or old, rich or poor, male or female, we just let it all fly, and if the folks reading it don’t like it, that’s their own tough luck!

It’s not just about fear of lawsuits – although there’s that. It’s a gnawing feeling that for the vast majority of us, we either engage in reckless word-tossing without fear or thought of consequences, or we silently endorse it by not objecting to it.

I’ve joked, sort of, before about wanting to create a “Nicebook,” where folks basically are told: Be civil, or be gone. Why this is necessary becomes more evident with each skirmish I find myself in, as I try to refereee the un-refereeable.

Am I making too much of this? Perhaps. But the old adage “think before you speak” seems to be going the way of the buggy whip and hoop skirt. And you don’t have to be a kumbaya Pollyanna to lament it, and fear where it’s all going to take us.

(Postscript: I am unhiding the photos of the crash on Facebook and using them on the story now, hours later, because police have released details and plan to use one of their own. Also, all the photos shared I’ve seen were after the car’s occupants were removed.

Like this one – by Edna Ibarra – note the officer in vest, the paint markings by the wheels; clearly some time had passed.)

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