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FOCUS: Al Franken French-Kissed Leeann Tweeden in 2006. Who Benefits Now? |
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Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=20877"><span class="small">William Boardman, Reader Supported News</span></a>
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Friday, 17 November 2017 12:39 |
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Boardman writes: "Franken a predator? Tweeden an opportunist? Who pulled better hit job?"
Model and radio host Leeann Tweeden. (photo: ABC)

Al Franken French-Kissed Leeann Tweeden in 2006. Who Benefits Now?
By William Boardman, Reader Supported News
17 November 17
Franken a predator? Tweeden an opportunist? Who pulled better hit job?
hose aren’t the only questions raised by the surprise assault accusation by radio performer Leeann Tweeden against comedian-turned-US Senator Al Franken, but they might be enough to offend everyone. And everyone probably should be offended by one or another aspect of this story – a dicey opinion to have so early in a story, but let’s look closely at what we know now (late on November 16).
Start with the accusations: There are two, and they are quite different in important respects. The two alleged incidents occurred during a two-week USO tour to Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan in December 2006. The accusations of 2017 first appeared on a KABC website. She works for KABC, which ran the story under Leeann Tweeden’s byline and with the fundamentally problematical headline:
Senator Al Franken Kissed and Groped Me Without My Consent, And There’s Nothing Funny About It
The first accusation took place early in that USO tour, during a rehearsal of a skit written by Al Franken in which he was supposed to kiss Leeann Tweeden. Tweeden describes a backstage scene in which Franken insists on rehearsing the kiss until she reluctantly agrees:
He repeated that actors really need to rehearse everything and that we must practice the kiss. I said ‘OK’ so he would stop badgering me. We did the line leading up to the kiss and then he came at me, put his hand on the back of my head, mashed his lips against mine and aggressively stuck his tongue in my mouth.
I immediately pushed him away with both of my hands against his chest and told him if he ever did that to me again I wouldn’t be so nice about it the next time.
I walked away. All I could think about was getting to a bathroom as fast as possible to rinse the taste of him out of my mouth. I felt disgusted and violated.
Here is where we’re supposed to say, “I believe Leeann,” and there’s no reason not to at this point. It’s an allegation of a single event. It’s typical stupid male behavior. She checked it immediately. It didn’t happen again. They performed the skit several times afterwards and Tweeden avoided ever being kissed again. Franken says he doesn’t remember the rehearsal the same way, but so what? He also hasn’t given a different version and he has apologized and Tweeden has accepted his apology, although not without some bitter comments. The incident as described certainly illustrates unacceptable behavior, though hardly on the scale of Weinstein, Trump, Roy Moore and the gang. Franken has agreed with calls to have the Senate Ethics Committee consider the matter, even though he was not a senator at the time. In the current climate, that’s probably as fair a way to proceed as any, and if Franken gets a censure tantamount to a tongue-lashing, that might be disproportionate but not unjust.
But then there’s the second accusation in that problematical headline:
Senator Al Franken Kissed and Groped Me Without My Consent, And There’s Nothing Funny About It
The impression that the kissing and groping were part of a single assault is false. It is deliberately (or incompetently) misleading. The kissing offense is relatively clear-cut. The groping offense probably never happened. The evidence is a posed photograph showing Al Franken grinning at the camera while his hands are poised over the flak jacket covering Tweeden’s chest. Franken left hand is clearly NOT touching her and the right hand may or may not be in contact with the flak jacket. Tweeden did not wake up during the event. The gag is sophomoric at best and Franken apologized for that immediately: “As to the photo, it was clearly intended to be funny but wasn't. I shouldn't have done it." Tweeden might never have known about the photo except that the USO provided it to her as part of the tour collection:
It wasn’t until I was back in the US and looking through the CD of photos we were given by the photographer that I saw this one. I couldn’t believe it. He groped me, without my consent, while I was asleep. I felt violated all over again. Embarrassed. Belittled. Humiliated. How dare anyone grab my breasts like this and think it’s funny?
What we have here is a fact not in evidence. There is reasonable doubt that any groping occurred. We have the image of mock groping, clearly. Based on that image, it is more likely than not that no groping, and perhaps no touching took place.
Intentionally or not, the damage is done and the dishonest story – “kissed and groped” – is the story mindless media and mindless public figures are running with and running from. That public figures are so quick to panic and so incapable of serious, critical analysis is a chronic scandal of our post-factual culture.
This story didn’t start as a smear. A few weeks earlier, Leeann Tweeden signed on to #metoo, indicating that she, like millions of other women, had suffered unwanted sexual attention. She did not give details until November 16 when she was in a twenty-minute segment on her employer’s McIntyre in the Morning program. It started with the host hyping her appearance as the first time she was publicly telling this story and then asking: “Who is your abuser?” “Uh, Senator Al Franken,” was her answer. In her telling of the story, Franken showed her the kissing-skit well in advance and asked her if she would be OK with it. She says she agreed, assuming she would never actually kiss him, but rather turn her head or cover his mouth. That’s not what happened, as she credibly goes on to describe. In fact, she scrupulously separated the kissing incident from the groping incident. The corrupt “Kissed and Groped Me” framing started with the printed version of the story with her byline. OK, so what?
For one, the exaggerated story, amplified by uncritical media coverage gives Republicans a twofer. First it distracts from the far worse and more numerous sexual predator allegations of their president, as well as Senate nominee Moore. Perhaps more importantly to them, it threatens one of the more humane members of the Senate. And by reducing judgment to a single, narrow, unforgiving test, the current culture continues to hurtle toward savage insincerity. Al Franken did something bad, but incredibly petty on the scale of threatening nuclear war (most members of Congress and the president) or starving people we’re not even at war with (most members of Congress and the president). And Al Franken’s response has been honorable:
I respect women. I don't respect men who don't. And the fact that my own actions have given people a good reason to doubt that makes me feel ashamed.
But I want to say something else, too. Over the last few months, all of us—including and especially men who respect women—have been forced to take a good, hard look at our own actions and think (perhaps, shamefully, for the first time) about how those actions have affected women.
For instance, that picture. I don't know what was in my head when I took that picture, and it doesn't matter. There's no excuse. I look at it now and I feel disgusted with myself. It isn't funny. It's completely inappropriate. It's obvious how Leeann would feel violated by that picture. And, what's more, I can see how millions of other women would feel violated by it—women who have had similar experiences in their own lives, women who fear having those experiences, women who look up to me, women who have counted on me….
While I don't remember the rehearsal for the skit as Leeann does, I understand why we need to listen to and believe women's experiences.
I am asking that an ethics investigation be undertaken, and I will gladly cooperate.
And the truth is, what people think of me in light of this is far less important than what people think of women who continue to come forward to tell their stories. They deserve to be heard, and believed. And they deserve to know that I am their ally and supporter. I have let them down and am committed to making it up to them.
This is so much more decent and credible than anything we’ve ever heard from the Clintons. Clearly, we can only wait and see before we can know anything with certainty. If it develops that this is a pattern with Franken, not a one stupid episode, then all bets are off and the Senate loses a voice for decency if not a man of decency.
But for now there’s a balance to be weighed between two flawed players. Do we as a society want to let someone like Franken be destroyed by someone like Leann Tweeden? Yes, this is an ad hominem choice. The case against Al Franken has been made. But who is Leeann Tweeden, other than someone being used in a political vendetta? She is a “long time friend” and frequent guest of Sean Hannity, who is calling for Al Franken to resign (in part because he recalls Franken yelling at him once). Tweeden was spinning her tale on his radio show November 16, but she said she was NOT calling for Franken to resign. She may have thought the publicity she’d get from this story would help her career as a sexy sportscaster, but she’s getting severe pushback for being someone who has long used her sexuality for self-promotion (such as cover of Playboy, “nude on the inside”), making her protestations of outrage seem hollow – “methinks the lady doth protest too much,” as Hamlet said of his guilty mother.
Tweeden is the daughter of a military man, married to a military man, and has gone on a reported 16 USO shows. As we all well know, the US military has spent decades going around the world constantly doing things more offensive than sticking their tongues down people’s throats. It’s hard to find anything on record showing that Leeann Tweeden objects to napalm, depleted uranium, killing civilians, or torturing anyone (not that Franken’s all that good on military predation either).
Perhaps the worst part of this whole mess is the stampede of craven Democrats to unprincipled safety, cloaked in a mantle of self-righteous pre-judgment. No wonder the Democratic Party is in the shape it’s in, divided and standing for nothing coherent, not even due process for one of its own or countering an apparent political hit job. Whatever turns out to be the full truth about Franken, we have yet another confirmation of Democratic spinelessness.
William M. Boardman has over 40 years experience in theatre, radio, TV, print journalism, and non-fiction, including 20 years in the Vermont judiciary. He has received honors from Writers Guild of America, Corporation for Public Broadcasting, Vermont Life magazine, and an Emmy Award nomination from the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences.
Reader Supported News is the Publication of Origin for this work. Permission to republish is freely granted with credit and a link back to Reader Supported News.

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RIP Edward Herman, Who Co-Wrote a Book That's Now More Important Than Ever |
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Friday, 17 November 2017 09:31 |
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Taibbi writes: "Edward Herman, the co-author (with Noam Chomsky) of Manufacturing Consent, has died. He was 92. His work has never been more relevant."
Edward Herman co-authored the book 'Manufacturing Consent' with Noam Chomsky. (photo: Rolling Stone)

RIP Edward Herman, Who Co-Wrote a Book That's Now More Important Than Ever
By Matt Taibbi, Rolling Stone
17 November 17
dward Herman, the co-author (with Noam Chomsky) of Manufacturing Consent, has died. He was 92. His work has never been more relevant.
Manufacturing Consent was a kind of bible of media criticism for a generation of dissident thinkers. The book described with great clarity how the system of private commercial media in America cooperates with state power to generate propaganda.
Herman's work was difficult for many to understand because the nature of the American media, then and now, seemed at best to be at an arm's length from, say, the CIA or the State Department. Here is how the book put it:
"It is much more difficult to see a propaganda system at work where the media are private and formal censorship is absent."
The basic thesis of Manufacturing Consent was that propaganda in America is generated through a few key idiosyncrasies of our (mostly private) system.
One is that getting the whole population to buy in to a narrative requires the sustained attention of the greater part of the commercial media, for at least a news cycle or two.
We don't censor the truth in America, mostly. What we do instead is ignore it. If a lone reporter wants to keep banging a drum about something taboo, like contracting corruption in the military, or atrocities abroad, he or she will a) tend not advance in the business, and b) not be picked up by other media.
Therefore the only stories that tended to reach mass audiences were ones in which the basic gist was agreed upon by the editors and news directors of all or most of the major media companies.
In virtually all cases this little mini-oligarchy of media overlords kept the news closely in sync with the official pronouncements of the U.S. government.
The appearance of dissent was permitted in op-ed pages, where Democrats and Republicans "debated" things. But what readers encountered in these places was a highly ritualized, artificially narrow form of argument kept strictly within a range of acceptable opinions.
Herman and Chomsky stressed the concept of worthy and unworthy victims. In Manufacturing Consent, written during the Cold War, the idea was expressed thusly: One Polish priest murdered behind the Iron Curtain earned about a hundred times as much coverage as priests shot in Latin America by American-backed dictatorships.
The Polish priest was the worthy victim, the Latin American priests unworthy.
So Americans learned to be furious about atrocities committed in Soviet client states, but blind to almost exactly similar crimes committed within our own spheres of influence.
The really sad part about the Herman/Chomsky thesis was that it didn't rely upon coercion or violence. Newspapers and TV channels portrayed the world in this America-centric way not because they were forced to. Mostly, they were just intellectually lazy and disinterested in the stated mission of their business, i.e., telling the truth.
In fact, media outlets were simply vehicles for conveying ads, and a consistent and un-troubling view of the political universe was a prerequisite for selling cars, candy bars, detergent, etc. Upset people don't buy stuff. This is why Sunday afternoon broadcasts featured golf tournaments and not police beatings or reports from cancer wards near Superfund sites.
The news business was about making money, and making money back then for big media was easy. So why make a fuss?
As a result, the top executives in news agencies were people who were inclined to take official sources as gospel. An additional feature of the business was that the least skeptical reporters were the ones who were promoted the most quickly. And when they got there, reporters manning the top posts were encouraged to develop an almost religious worship of credentialing.
A person with a title, be it someone from a think tank, a university, or especially a security service organ, was to be trusted unquestioningly. Meanwhile, outside/dissenting voices were given the hardcore "skeptical journalist" treatment.
This is how situations like the Iraq War invasion happened, in defiance of all common sense.
Even though a child could see that the government's stated reason for going into Iraq was both insane and a fiction, virtually everyone in the business jumped into the story with both feet.
Round the clock, TV sets were full of current and former generals and/or talking heads from think tanks boosting the war rationale. Antiwar voices were almost totally excluded.
Within the business, those with doubts hesitated to say so in public. Even at the editorial level, this was so, thanks to fear of backlash.
Herman/Chomsky identified that phenomenon in Manufacturing Consent as "flak" – a policing mechanism whereby reporters and/or media outlets that stepped out of line could expect to be denounced by an entire range of establishment voices.
Those voices were usually the same credentialed "experts" who were accustomed to being worshipped in the normal course of coverage.
Flak worked. It scared advertisers, and what scares advertisers scares editors.
In the case of Iraq, fear of being called unpatriotic, a terrorist-lover or "against the troops" cowed most news directors or editors with even remote doubts. And when that didn't work, networks like MSNBC simply yanked disobedient antiwar voices like Phil Donahue and Jesse Ventura.
Through these parallel operations – the pushing of approved narratives on the one hand and the policing and hiding of forbidden ones on the other – this seemingly unconnected federation of competing media companies and establishment spokesfiends "manufactured" public opinion.
There was no dictum from above, the way it might have happened in a tinpot dictatorship or a superpower oligarchy like the Soviet Union.
Public "consent" for policies like the Iraq invasion was manufactured through a complex series of organic processes, then kept in place via a mix of powerful economic and psychological incentives.
Herman was interested in the phenomenon of how even outright fictions could be sold in a "free" media system.
In his last piece, from this past summer, Herman made a list of some of the whoppers the media has foisted on the public over the years: the depiction of the U.S. not as an invader but as a defender of South Vietnam against "aggression," the notion that the Soviets were behind a papal assassination attempt, the "missile gap" and others.
Herman was a skeptic about the current Russia news, but that isn't why his work is relevant today. You can believe he's dead wrong on Russia and Trump, and Manufacturing Consent would still be far more relevant now than it was when he and Chomsky first wrote it.
The main reasons for this have to do with the structure of the current commercial media. Because of tech companies like Google and Facebook, it is significantly easier to "manufacture" consent today than it was before.
A small handful of monopolistic tech companies like Facebook have life-or-death power over media companies. They can steer traffic wherever they please simply by tweaking their algorithms. Firms that don't themselves create news content wield this monstrous influence.
Controlling how, where and when you got the news was how media companies were paid previously. Since those processes are mostly out of their hands now, news companies no longer control their own economic fates.
They have become vassals to essentially unregulated, monopolistic distribution mechanisms like Facebook, who additionally appropriate the lion's share of the profits that used to fund things like investigative journalism.
Moreover the policing mechanisms are far more powerful now. Herman and Chomsky wrote about flak in the era before social media. Today blowback against dissenting thought is instantaneous and massive.
Individual reporters are far more likely to be freaked out about it because Internet trolls are so personal and can rattle just about anyone. Add the proliferation of fake blowback produced by oppo firms and troll farms and it's not an accident that the overwhelming majority of "legacy media" content stays within the confines of conventional blue or red rhetoric.
The major difference between then and now has to do with which narratives are being pushed. When Manufacturing Consent was written the major problem was that Americans across the entire political spectrum were being sold a range of myths about the beneficence of American power and government policy.
Today it is not clear who is actually dictating to whom. Is the state dictating to the media, or are global distribution firms dictating the narrative to states?
We can make a few deductions about the new "manufactured consent." The thrust of modern media isn't as simple as cheerleading for the flag and ignoring atrocities, although we clearly still do that.
There seems also to be a massive emphasis on political division as a route to profit. Since getting people to discuss and argue is how companies like Facebook get paid, driving us toward ever more divisive media is an obvious imperative. But to what end?
Herman and Chomsky's work was a great gift to a generation of thinkers trying to make sense of how power in the West sold itself to populations. The late Herman should be honored for that critical contribution he made to understanding American empire.
It's a shame he never wrote a sequel. Now more than ever, we could use another Manufacturing Consent.

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The Republican Tax Bill Is a Disaster That Includes Arctic Drilling and Rolling Back Obamacare |
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Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=46614"><span class="small">Yessenia Funes, Earther</span></a>
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Friday, 17 November 2017 09:27 |
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Funes writes: "What's health care got to do with oil and gas drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR)? Well, quite a bit, actually - but that's not why Republicans lumped the two together into their tax reform bill."
Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. (photo: National Audubon Society)

The Republican Tax Bill Is a Disaster That Includes Arctic Drilling and Rolling Back Obamacare
By Yessenia Funes, Earther
17 November 17
hat’s health care got to do with oil and gas drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR)? Well, quite a bit, actually—but that’s not why Republicans lumped the two together into their tax reform bill.
The GOP’s been working up a devious scheme to restructure the tax code for weeks now. They finally released a $1.5 trillion plan earlier this month, on November 2, and now two bills have been making their way through the House and Senate. The House passed the bill Thursday in a 227-205 vote.
In the Senate, the bill’s been packaged with another one, championed by Alaskan Senator Lisa Murkowski, to allow oil and gas drilling in the coastal plain of the 19-million acre ANWR. The Republican senator argues drilling would help raise the $1 billion in federal revenue the 2018 federal budget requires of the Senate Energy and Natural Resources Committee, which she chairs. Her bill passed Wednesday with a 13-10 vote.
“Opening a small part of [the 2,000 federal acres in the non-wilderness portion of the ANWR] for responsible energy development will create thousands of good jobs, keep energy affordable for families and businesses, ensure a steady long-term supply of American energy, generate new wealth, reduce the federal deficit, and strengthen our national security,” Murkowski said, in a press release.
Environmentalists, Alaska Natives like the Gwich’in, and even nuns disagree. They don’t want to see any segment of the ANWR opened up to drilling. The refuge’s been around since 1960, and exists to protect fauna and flora, and to ensure people like the Gwich’in can continue to live off the land and animals. Animals like the Porcupine River caribou. The caribou call the refuge home and calve on the ANWR’s coastal plain. Global warming is already threatening the animal’s well-being; drilling would just increase the risks, environmentalists argue.
Many environmentalists criticized the Murkowski’s effort to tie drilling in ANWR to a tax bill, calling it a “shameless hijacking of the federal budget process.” But it’s not the only contentious issue riding on GOP tax reform: Senators released the latest version of their bill Tuesday night, and it includes a repeal of the Affordable Care Act’s individual mandate.
This is the requirement that charges a fee to individuals who can afford a health care plan but don’t buy one. And as much as Murkowski is pro-drilling, she’s also pro-health care and has been an adamant opponent to President Donald Trump’s attempts to dismantle Obamacare.
With the mandate repeal included in the greater tax package, Murkowski is now forced to choose: fossil fuel cash or affordable health coverage?
Losing the individual mandate doesn’t mean a definitive end to the Affordable Care Act aka Obamacare, but proponents say the mandate is “essential” to making Obamacare work, per Reuters. It would definitely cause people to pay higher premiums, as the Congressional Budget Office found. According to the CBO, four million fewer Americans would have health insurance in 2019, and many would wait to buy health care until they’re sick.
In Alaska, health care is already a struggle. More than 15 percent of Alaskans were without insurance between 2011 and 2015, according to Census numbers. That’s more than 111,00 people. Alaskans are more likely to be uninsured than most other people in the U.S., too: The state ranked No. 2 in the country for its uninsured rate in 2016.
It’s no wonder Murkowski has been fighting Trumpcare in the Senate. With this bill, she’ll have to choose between that fight and drilling. She can’t win both. When Earther reached out to her office for comment, Communications Director Karina Peterson pointed us toward her prior statements on Obamacare that show Murkowski’s “hopefulness in progress towards reforming the current flawed healthcare system.” The senator wants to see healthcare that reduces costs and increases access.
“I know that access to affordable care is a challenge for so many,” Murkowski said, in a July press release. “I hear from fishermen who can’t afford the coverage that they have, small business owners who can’t afford insurance at all, and those who have gained coverage for the first time in their life.”
The Republican base must convince more than just Murkowski that repealing the individual mandate is a good idea. At least one other Republican senator, Ron Johnson of Wisconsin, ain’t about that life, either.

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A Trip to New York and a Dead iPhone |
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Thursday, 16 November 2017 14:12 |
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Keillor writes: "Life is precarious. So much depends on a small card with a grim picture of me on it. Lose it and I become flotsam, a fugitive, stateless, displaced. Sobering."
Garrison Keillor. (photo: Getty)

A Trip to New York and a Dead iPhone
By Garrison Keillor, The Washington Post
16 November 17
light panic in the airport out in Texas. Waiting to check a bag, pull out my billfold, no driver’s license. Check pockets, briefcase. Credit cards, no license. The brain flutters. Hotel? Taxi? Pickpocket? A teen terrorist from Izvestistan perhaps, trying to persuade TSA he is 75 and from Anoka, Minn.?
How about dementia? Loss of license today, tomorrow can’t conjugate “lay” and “say,” next day my wife’s name is missing along with the three branches of government.
OK. License found. In jacket pocket. I head for TSA, resuming my life as a Midwestern author, husband, father. Never mind that I checked that very pocket three times thoroughly. I’m okay. Okay?
Life is precarious. So much depends on a small card with a grim picture of me on it. Lose it and I become flotsam, a fugitive, stateless, displaced. Sobering.
So I got on a plane to New York and when I disembarked my faithful iPhone was dead and wouldn’t recharge and suddenly it was olden times again when you look around for a payphone and newsboys shout the headlines on the street corner and you get on an elevator and an attractive woman asks you for a light. And when a meteorite is headed straight for Metropolis, Clark Kent steps into a phone booth to change into his Superman outfit and deflect the thing into Long Island Sound.
I spent a whole day with no cellphone and it gave me the feeling of being in a foreign country, out of touch, friendless, so I walked over to Grand Central Station and there, under the great starry ceiling, I found an Apple store and made an appointment to see someone at their genius desk who could restore my connection to the world.
I had an hour to kill and I did it in style, in the Oyster Bar, the restaurant that time has not changed. I sat down and the waitress came by, said hello, handed me a menu. She didn’t ask how I was doing today — she was a classic New York waitress, a big healthy woman, all business. Came back a few minutes later, said, “Ready?” I ordered black coffee and a half-dozen Chincoteagues and the grilled halibut. She did not say, “Oh, that’s one of my favorites,” as millennial waiters in the Midwest do. She brought the coffee and I amused myself by writing a limerick:
There was an old waitress of Queens
Who cautioned me not to eat beans,
Lest I spill on my clothes
Or stick beans up my nose
And never find out what life means.
After she brought the food, she did not come back to say, “How’s everything tasting?” No need — it’s the Oyster Bar, the food is good. Nor did she come back later to ask, “You still working on that?” She was a minimalist. Waiting on tables is a service; it isn’t the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
It dawned on me that, here in the Oyster Bar, I was in a time warp and that, if I decided to not get an iPhone, it would be 1961 outside and my hero A.J. Liebling would be alive and still writing his gorgeous stuff, and I’d walk up 44th Street and see Eudora Welty, as I once did years ago, standing in front of the Algonquin Hotel, looking for a taxi, and I’d be 19 again, walking around with a pack of Luckies in my pocket, writing sorrowful poems about an owl with a broken wing flying home through a moonless night. So I tipped the waitress 50 percent for the memories and went over to Apple. The old phone was dead for good and I bought a new one.
The thought of going back to 1961 was unbearable. I’d have to relive the 1963 assassination and stay in grad school to dodge the draft and hear Richard Nixon say that he had a secret plan to end the war in Vietnam. My precious daughters would disappear into the ether and my dear wife would be 4 years old.
It’s good to be old. Every day is an adventure. The Apple guy was very nice. I didn’t understand much of what he said but he sold me the new phone and I appreciate this gizmo more than the average 19-year-old would because I am old enough to remember the wooden phone on the farmhouse wall with the crank that you turned to get the operator who would connect you to whomever you wanted. This phone is a God-given miracle. With this and my driver’s license, I can go anywhere.

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