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Wednesday, July 3, 2019

On Starr



On Monday it was reported that David Starr, longtime publisher/president of the Springfield Newspapers and one of the most controversial and divisive figures in the Pioneer Valley, had died at the age of 96. A first rate fundraiser and patron of the arts, Starr's prodigious philanthropy could not overshadow his key and often contentious role in many of the regions most important political, economic and social issues.

Starr's years of greatest influence were the 1980's and 90's, before the internet became so all pervasive and newspapers were still the most powerful form of media. In this sci-fi year of 2019, it is hard to convey the powerful role Starr played in local politics, particularly in Springfield. Critics claimed he used his newspaper as a weapon to both attack his enemies and aggressively promote his political and economic agendas. Often this meant backing candidates of slight qualifications and dubious character for city offices while promoting ill conceived economic development projects that were ultimately unsuccessful.

The rogues gallery of Starr launched political careers includes many, but a few stand out. For example, Michael Albano was promoted by the paper through four scandal plagued terms as mayor, while the famously felonious Frankie Keough was launched on his life of crime when at Starr's insistence he was installed as head of the local homeless shelter. The aggressiveness with which Starr pursued his political objectives could be ruthless, as recounted by former Councilor Mitch Ogulewicz in his memoirs. The politically manipulative manner in which Starr used the Springfield papers was also noted in a 1990 Boston Globe article.

Former Springfield Mayor Charles V. Ryan once told me about the time he was in Starr's office as the publisher was going over the paper's choices for endorsement in a municipal election. Charlie was dismayed by those he saw on the list, telling Starr, "Some of the candidates you are endorsing are really not the best people." Ryan was stunned when Starr replied, "Yes, but they are OUR people." On another occasion Charlie said to me, "Half the people running this city should go to jail."

Eventually, they did.

A federal corruption probe that began in 2000 ended up producing over 30 convictions, taking down some of the most prominent political names in Springfield. By then Starr had been overseeing local political coverage for 22 years, yet his paper saw nothing corrupt going on until the FBI raids began. Whether it was Matty Ryan in the 80's or the Albano crew in the 90's, the Springfield Newspapers under Starr seemed deaf, dumb and blind to local corruption, always caught flatfooted when some other news source would report the scandal first. That indifference by the paper gave a green light to the culture of corruption that flourished under Starr's journalistic watch, as scammers and crooks knew they had little reason to fear exposure by the local press.

In the wake of Starr's passing, the media coverage has ranged from amnesiac to surreal. One can perhaps forgive the Springfield Republican for laying on the praise a bit too thick, but still, it's hard not to wince at lines like this: "Starr also was the driving force in turning Springfield from a decaying downtown to a vibrant inner city in the 1980s and ‘90s, packed with arts, culture, museums and businesses."

Really? Where was I? How did I miss it?

Or how about this: "He and his wife, Peggy, walked down the “absolutely deserted’’ Springfield streets the first night he was in town. “Buildings were vacant, windows of office buildings were broken, it was clear downtown was just a shambles.’’

That would be in 1978. I remember downtown Springfield in the late 70's, and I can tell you this - Downtown Springfield was far more vibrant, with far more stores and places to eat in '78 than it was say, in the year 2004. That was after more than 25 years of Starr and his Orwellian named "Springfield Central" economic development schemes (and also the same year the city had to be put under a state control board for gross fiscal mismanagement). No one can deny the central business district was far more degraded in 2004 than it was when Starr and his wife made that downtown stroll a quarter of a century earlier.

Whether it was the towering Monarch Place (sold to its creditors for $1 only a few years after it opened) endless funds poured into a Civic Center that never turned a profit, a crony capitalist insider culture that had Starr as one of its central figures, neglected neighborhoods in decline as millions were poured into one downtown development boondoggle after another, all while the Springfield Newspapers cheered on the politicians it owned to support one expensive flop after another.

The plain truth is that Springfield's decline was in no way reversed or even slowed by the so-called "economic development" schemes promoted by Starr and his newspaper over the decades. In many cases, those efforts seemed to actually accelerate the rate of decline (again, see Monarch Place). The only positive economic development downtown we've seen came in just the past few years from a billion dollar investment by a private company, MGM.

No one can blame Starr's friends and family for wishing to focus on his extensive, and undeniably admirable philanthropic efforts, but there is also much more to Starr's legacy. Along with the Dr. Seuss sculptures, there were the sterile, glass and concrete, half-empty skyscrapers that replaced the city's once beautiful, vibrant and historic downtown. Along with the successful Quadrangle fundraisers were the Starr backed politicos running the city's finances into the ground. There was the revival of the Springfield Symphony, but there was also public officials doing perp walks.

All these things deserve mention in any honest appraisal of Starr's career. Despite all the puff-piece obits, they are unlikely to have any effect on the judgement of history, which will be that David Starr actually played a very dark role in Springfield's terrible fall.


Meanwhile, the Forbes Library in Northampton turned 125 years old this year.


It is still one of the Valley's most beautiful libraries.



Happy 4th of July!

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Fooding


This morning I walked up this psychedelic alleyway in downtown Northampton to catch the dawn express to Amherst.


While in beautiful downtown Amherst, at one point I walked past the former Porta restaurant and bar. It was open earlier this spring for a number of weeks, but because so much weird and illegal stuff was going down it got its license to operate yanked. This account by Katherine Esten in the UMass Collegian chronicles some of the goings on:


Regarding the reports on April 19, Officer Matthew Frydryck noted in his testimony that APD received “multiple anonymous calls” concerning the restaurant, including allegations of underage drinking and that female patrons were being asked to show body parts to get in.

At 1:30 a.m., a time when Porta was supposed to be closed, Frydryck saw over 100 patrons still in the establishment. After multiple police officers arrived to the parking lot, the crowd quickly cleared out, Frydryck said.

On April 20, Officers Justin Satkowski and Matthew Ziomek worked on a special assignment in plain clothes. In an APD supplemental narrative, Satkowski stated he observed a female bartender “randomly get up from her seat, serve patrons alcoholic beverages, then return to her seat to drink her beverages.”

In the narrative, Satkowski said an underage male party seated nearby the officers went behind the bar himself to serve alcohol. Satkowski ordered a “cheap draft beer,” but the male party was unable to operate the tap system and returned “half a glass of foamy beer and a Corona.”

“I told him I didn’t want the Corona, so he drank it himself,” Satkowski testified at the hearing.

Before leaving Porta, Satkowski and Ziomek asked the male party how much money they owed for their drinks. The male party stated the debit card machine was not working and that the men “could leave him whatever [they] thought was appropriate.” Ziomek left a five dollar bill, which was pocketed by the male party as a “tip,” according to the narrative.

Later, the male party stated to other officers he was not an employee of Porta.


Today the building stands deserted. While walking behind the pitiful Porta, I saw that a lot of trash was strewn about, left behind no doubt by the former owner.


Who will clean it up? This is exactly the sort of Amherst story that Larry Kelley would have covered with relish.

The other day I stopped by the King Street KFC/Taco Bell in Northampton.


It has been remodeled, and looks pretty good, unlike the changes to the McDonald's next door, which recently went from classic to charmless. As for the KFC/Taco remodeling, it actually improved the appearance of the joint. Dig the KFC bucket-lamp overhead.


To see how the Northampton Taco Bell/KFC used to look, check out the last 30 seconds or so of this Hamp skate video by a former employee.



Yesterday was Taco Tuesday, and the Taco Bell half of these joints were giving away a free taco to anyone who asked before 6pm. This Western Mass video-blogger decides to see how many Taco Bells he can hit in 75 minutes before the deadline. I think I recognize the one in Shrewsbury. West Springfield? How many of these Taco Bells can you identify?




My kurrent kicks are kinda kool.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Casino Spring

I was down in Springfield the other day.


The skeleton is up for the new office building where the Peter Pan bus station used to be. It will mostly house a housing agency, which is okay I guess, but one would prefer to see something not so dependent on taxpayer funds, What downtown needs above all else is private development.


Happily, there are some new small businesses opening at the end of Main Street by the terminal, development which had previously been conspicuous in its absence. A few small businesses ranging from pizza to jewelry shops have opened, which is a hopeful sign.

What really needs to happen is for the Hippodrome/Paramount/Sanderson/Whatever theater to finally reopen. There are rumblings of renewal, but no sign of actual activity yet.


The further you walk down Main, the more evidence of new life is apparent. For the first time in recent memory, all the storefronts along Main are being rented in the block right next to the casino.


But there are still problems. For example, it looks terrible to have a big, ugly, metal-sealed pawn shop just a few doors down from MGM.


This fast-food chicken joint Crown is another misplaced tenant, although it is somewhat improving.


Crown's ugliest features were the posters of food they had in the windows. Exposure to the sun had long since spoiled the colors, turning everything shown into a very unappetizing pinkish mess that just screamed greasy spoon.


Yet, now those sun-faded posters are gone and have been replaced by much more appealing images. It makes the place look more presentable.


Baby steps matter. Meanwhile, the casino itself seems to be doing fine. I returned to the Lobster Shack, this time trying their lobster bisque. It was tasty, but a little thin. I still hold that their clam chowder is the best in the city.


The one year anniversary of the Grand Opening is coming up in August, and of course I'll have to give it a full appraisal at that time. Until then, I'll continue to update you on my occasional forays into the casino scene.

Back in Hamp, I was dismayed to see this bit of bullshit on a mailbox on Conz Street near the pot shop.


It looks like there were earlier versions that were scraped off, but then later replaced. Whoever is spreading this hate is apparently not easily discouraged. Did I try to remove the sticker? No, only leftists try to censor speech that they find offensive.

Finally, while in Springfield waiting for a bus in ol' Pine Point, I made a video of my surroundings.


Friday, May 24, 2019

Scenes of May



Here are some springtime odds and ends:

In Amherst recently I stumbled upon this unusual bumpersticker promoting the notion that the Democrats should nominate a ticket consisting of Bernie Sanders of Vermont and Stacey Abrams, the failed Georgia candidate for governor.


That ain't goin' nowhere. Meanwhile, a mob of Mayors were seen at the Delaney House last month doing a selfie with TV dude Dave Madsen.


How many Mayors can you name?


Here's a hint, one of them is in the picture below taken at the Northampton Bike Day celebration.


Because it had to move across the street because of renovations at the courthouse, Bike Day was a bit of a dud this year.


Meanwhile, early one morning at the UMass pond I came upon a mother duck sleeping by her ducklings.


A little further on I came upon a crane, but it burst into flight just as I touched the shutter.


Yesterday morning I listened to the the John F. Kennedy Middle School Jazz Band performing in Pulaski Park in Northampton. According to the their website, the JFK Jazz Band is "for 7th and 8th grade band students who play saxophone, trumpet, trombone, guitar, bass, piano and drum set that are looking for a new challenge and are interested in playing jazz and some pop music." As you can hear below, there is considerable talent in that band.



Hey everbody, have a great Memorial Day weekend!

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

UMass is for the Birds

The first rays of the rising sun appear around the bend on the woodland way into downtown Northampton.


With all the rain lately, the UMass ducks have puddles big enough to play in.


The big bird news on campus is the birth of the first falcons born to the pair that live on the roof of the UMass Library.


However, a different bird story is unfolding at the opposite end of the building, down in the courtyard in front of the library, where campus bands sometimes perform for people eating lunch.


At one such concert recently that I watched from indoors, I was intrigued to see caution-tape on one of the doors leading to the courtyard.


Imagine my surprise when I realized the tape was intended to keep people from using those doors and disturbing a bird's nest that had been built resting on the bar to open the door!


Sure enough, checking back after the concert, I saw there was a red-breasted Robin sitting in the nest.


The Robin must have been a first time mother, who in her inexperience did not realize what an unsafe place she had chosen to construct her nest. I decided to check the courtyard each day to see whether the attempt to nest on a door entrance bar would be successful. Two days later, I saw the first pale blue egg had been laid.


The next day there were three!


What on Earth! The next day there was four!


The weather was not co-operative, with rain and wind almost daily, but without fail each day I would find the Robin dutifully protecting her eggs.


Finally, a few days ago the eggs were gone, replaced by a pink, pulsating blob of baby birds.


They have changed markedly in just a few days, acquiring feathers and moving around. This morning I saw this seemingly smiling beak looking up at me. Looks like the Robin family is gonna make it. Congratulations Momma Robin, despite the weather you did it against all odds!


Elsewhere on campus, a giant puppet marched past the Old Chapel on Founder's Day.


In downtown Northampton, Jimi rocks the window.


Also seen in a Hamp window - who is buying these obnoxious votive candles?


Finally, keeping with our avian theme:



Bird on a wire over King Street by Dann Vazquez