Christopher Six
  • Home
  • About
  • Music

Six Sense: No eulogies. It’s time to be proactive about community journalism

7/17/2020

0 Comments

 
Picture
Photo by James Abbott from FreeImages
 Memory is a funny thing. As I get older, I become more accustomed to the idea that our memories are just a compilation of key moments. I may have spent 13 years in one place, but my memory of that time is distilled down to an assortment of memorable moments over the course of those years.
 
One such memory that stands out in my mind is from the summer of 1992. I’m leaning up against the backstop at a baseball field at Kerr Park in Downingtown, Pa., poised with my notebook and tape recorder ready to interview players and coaches post-game, when a little kid says to his mom, “There’s that man from the last game!”
 
I think it always stuck in my mind because it may have been the first time anyone referred to me as a man. In my mind, I was some dopey kid working the summer away between his sophomore and junior years of college.
 
It was my second year working in a two-man sports department at a small daily based out of Coatesville. I took the job because it was the closest I could get at the time to covering sports in a professional capacity. 
 
I had a sink-or-swim moment on my second day — after a particularly putrid story, the sports editor called me and asked, “can you do this job?” It was just the kick in the keister I needed. I buckled down from that moment on and I was hooked. My goal had always been to become a sportscaster, but by the end of that first summer, I changed my major to print.
 
That newspaper is long gone, but I suppose that memory has been on my mind lately because of stories tied to two other newspapers where I spent a sizable portion of my career.
 
                                                                                                       --
 
The first ran on the front page of The New York Times: The Last Reporter in Town Had One Big Question for His Rich Boss. The sub-hed says it all: His newspaper has withered under a hedge fund. His industry was in turmoil even before a pandemic. But Evan Brandt won’t stop chronicling his town.
 
Evan and I were colleagues when I worked at The Mercury in the late 1990s and remain friends to this day. Back then it was a bustling operation and I have many fond memories of working in that newsroom. I won’t give all of Dan Barry’s work away for free, because he is an amazing writer who deserves to be read (also, shout-out to Haruka Sakaguchi for her top-notch photography), but suffice to say that newsroom no longer exists in a physical sense.
 
Evan works out of his attic office now, a long three stories up his old Pottstown home — and I should know — I helped move filing cabinets and boxes of paper up to that office all those years ago. If you want to understand what is happening at local newspapers today, if you feel your local paper is not up to the standards you might remember, read this story, because it is happening all over the country.
 
Penelope Muse Abernathy, Knight Chair in Journalism and Digital Media Economics, is the author of The Expanding News Desert, produced by the Center for Innovation and Sustainability in Local Media at the School of Media and Journalism at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. It notes that 70 dailies and more than 2,000 weeklies or non-dailies have disappeared in the U.S. since 2004. 
 
The result: more than 200 of the nation's 3,143 counties and equivalents have no newspaper or alternative source of credible and comprehensive information on critical issues. Half of those have only one newspaper, typically a weekly. Those places are considered “news deserts.”
 
Coronavirus economics have exacerbated the situation. The Poynter Institute for Media Studies, a non-profit journalism school and research organization, keeps a running tally of the newsroom layoffs, furloughs and closures caused by the coronavirus. 
 
                                                                                                       --
 
The second story on my radar is the proposal by the Department of Defense to cut all funding to Stars and Stripes, the newspaper that provides independent news and information — both from home and about the military — to the U.S. military community. This includes servicemembers, contractors, DoD civilians, veterans and families.
 
What makes Stars and Stripes unique among DoD news outlets is its editorial independence guaranteed by the First Amendment, a relationship that has been backed by Congress and the courts on several occasions.
 
DoD claims it wants to reinvest its $15.5 million per year into “functions it considers more critical to warfighting,” according to Marine Lt. Col. Chris Logan as quoted in a report in Stripes on the decision. Stripes’ Ombudsman Ernie Gates said that would be “a fatal cut.”
 
Considering the DoD’s $705 billion budget, I tend to agree with Stripes editorial director Terry Leonard, who was quoted by The Washington Post as calling Stripes’ funding “decimal dust.”
 
The same article quoted the Pentagon’s acting comptroller, Elaine McCusker, as saying “that newspaper is probably not the best way that we communicate any longer.” 
 
While trends do point to the decline of newspapers, that ignores some key points: 

  1. Stars and Stripes has a robust digital product
  2. Even with improvements over the last two wars, there are still many places where digital access is nil, and a printed paper is necessary
  3. It isn’t the role of Stars and Stripes to communicate message for the DoD
 
It is part of Stripes’ role to independently analyze that message, and it is no surprise that an Administration that seems to view any media funded by the government should be “on message” (see Voice of America) finds itself at odds with that mission.
 
Objective reporting on the military is certainly a big part of Stripes’ mission, but it is also to do community journalism: sports, schools, life. That’s a news desert with a global reach.
 
                                                                                                        --
 
The point of all this isn’t an “oh, woe is me.” I’ve been shouting from the mountaintops for years to anyone who would listen about what is happening in this industry. That bird has flown.
 
But I firmly believe nature abhors a vacuum. Thinking back to my early days covering local sports, social media can’t replace the thrill of seeing your kid’s picture in the paper, or their name mentioned for sparking a rally in an important game.
 
People still want to know what’s happening around town this weekend. They want to hear the stories about neighbors doing good for the community, or those in need. They still want someone to break down what happened at the school board or county commissioners meeting they can’t attend because they work or have to run the kids to a concert or practice.
 
And communities will continue to rely on the watchdog role local journalists play in ensuring their elected officials aren’t lining their pockets with taxpayer money.
 
The Washington Post has a slogan: “Democracy dies in darkness.” Whatever you may think of the Post, the statement is true. Statistics show in the news deserts the price of governance inevitably increases. Residents go uniformed. Community is lost.
 
Something must fill that space. Finding a business model that works — that makes up for the shortfalls from the loss of advertising, and particularly classifieds — is the challenge.
 
So, my plea, is when the opportunity arises to support community journalism, whatever form it may take in the future, support it. Advertise. Invest. Subscribe. Whatever it takes. If you are in a position to create a workable platform, do so. 
 
In the end, we all benefit.
0 Comments

Six Sense: ​For us, July Fourth tends to be an ‘eventful’ day

7/6/2020

0 Comments

 
 For many, the Fourth of July brings up memories of parades, barbecues, families and fireworks.
 
Around here, it can be a little different. With my girlfriend’s older children either working or across the country, we often try to dig up something interesting to do.
 
Sometimes, like this year, her youngest chooses to join us.
 
Of course, there was another challenge in store for us this year: our July Fourth was also COVID-tastic.
 
That said, we probably did better than in the past.
 
This time, we didn’t choose to ride bikes the 8.5 miles from Brunswick, Maryland to Harpers Ferry, West Virginia on the hottest day of the year. Yes, I was younger, but it had still been two decades since I had been on a bike. And several years since.
 
Trust me, there’s nothing like looking down on tubers floating lazily down the Potomac while taking another sip from your camelback while munching on warm sandwich. The kid dodged that one.
 
She wasn’t so lucky the year we decided to play miniature golf and got driven off the course by torrential downpours. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if we hadn’t gotten stubborn and decided to wait it out. Most thunderstorms around here are gone in 30 minutes. Not this one, two hours and a depleted snack bar later, we threw in the towel.
 
There was the year I dragged them up to my old stomping ground for an annual tradition with some longtime friends of mine. On paper, that sounds good, except my team was meeting everyone for the first time, and the tradition was an all-day-long pingpong tournament. They were troopers, but I’m still living that one down.
 
This year, the kid didn’t join us until Saturday, so left to our own devices, we got the bright idea the day before to go down to the recently reopened IKEA to snag a chair before it went out of stock. Somehow, we managed to get in, despite the long wait in line on the hot tarmac due to the capacity limit. And the café was still closed, making the maze craze at the entrance like Walt Disney World without the audio-animatronic payoff.
 
The Swedes came through with umbrellas and complimentary water, however, and before long we made it in to get our chair and obligatory bag of meatballs. We hightailed it back to the eastern panhandle in time to try a local brewery in the late afternoon.
 
The live music was good, the food was delicious, but the breeze was nil and it was hot and humid (pronounced you-mid where I was raised). Perched high above that same stretch of the Potomac we viewed from our bikes a few years ago, we noted with a bit of irony we now had the beer, but those folks below us in the tubes still had the better seats. All in all, not a bike-sixteen-miles level day, but we definitely achieved top three in our rogues’ gallery of celebration attempts. You’d think one of these years, we’d just rent the dang tubes?
 
Our outlook improved greatly once the kid joined us Saturday. “Hamilton” was definitely in the cards (no “1776” this year). 
 
As an added bonus, with most fireworks events canceled this year, it seems everyone decided to DIY it. It made a great view from the comfort of our socially-distanced deck.
 
Topped off with a daytrip down to the Bay, I think this one turned out to be a Fourth of July that we’ll remember for the right reasons, and in these strange times in which we are living, a reminder not to take the gifts of our founders for granted. A proper celebration, if you ask me.
0 Comments

​Six Sense: Here’s to doing things that have ‘enormous consequences’

6/29/2020

0 Comments

 
Picture
Photo by Oscar Dahl from FreeImages
Creative lines of work can be frustrating.
 
Some weeks, I rattle out a column in 20 minutes — no smart-aleck remarks — other weeks, I’m spinning my wheels for ideas.
 
Same thing with music. I can spend hours, days, weeks trying to get something right and the end product still lacks something intangible.
 
You never can predict if or when a brilliant idea will drop in out of nowhere, just be ready to run with it.
 
Take the case of Milton Glaser, who died last week on his 91st birthday (quite a sense of timing, I might add).
 
He was certainly no slouch. If you are a Dylan fan, you might have had his poster featuring Bob with psychedelic hair at some point in your life. Maybe you bought it at one of those poster sales colleges always had sometime during the first two weeks of the fall semester, along with the obligatory “Dark Side of the Moon” poster.
 
Yeah, I went to college, too.
 
He also was a co-founder of New York magazine, his own design firm, created the Brooklyn Brewery logo among countless others (Trump Vodka, anyone?) and for his work on Mad Men. Yep, that Mad Men.
 
So he obviously brought a lot of talent to the table. Yet, the thing he was best known for was something he called a “little, simple, nothing of an idea.”
 
In 1977, he pitched a logo as part of a tourism campaign for New York State. When it was rejected, he quickly dashed off another idea while sitting in the backseat of a cab.
 
“I 🖤 NY”
 
And thus, one of the iconic advertising catchphrases of my generation was born.
 
Hats. T-shirts. Mugs. Television and radio campaigns. Keychains, stickers and just about anything else you could imagine have carried that logo in the 45 years since. 
 
He gave the idea away for free to his home city and state out of love, according to New York magazine. Scribbled on the back of an envelope that is now part of the permanent collection at the Museum of Modern Art. Could you ask for a better-scripted Hollywoodesque story?
 
While so many tourism campaigns are short-lived and fall by the wayside, “I 🖤 NY” endures. The phrase is as iconic as the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty and those hot dogs that have been simmering in that water for a decade. 
 
So iconic was that image that, in the wake of 9/11, he developed an equally-iconic sequel of a bruised heart, “I 🖤 NY MORE THAN EVER” — a proverbial middle finger that forever proves why the terrorists will never win.
 
I have spent the better part of my career, when I’m not spouting off opinion, in creative endeavors. You can put hours, days or weeks into something and think it is a masterpiece for it to be forgotten by the next morning. But something you rattle off in just a few minutes, something truly inspired in subtleness and simplicity, that can have staying power if you can recognize it for what it is and leave it alone.
 
“It just demonstrates that every once in a while you do something that can have enormous consequences,” he told the Village Voice in 2011.
 
Here’s to enormous consequences, Mr. Glaser.
0 Comments
<<Previous
Forward>>
    Picture

    Six Sense

    Chris's reminiscences and musings on pop culture and aging "gracefully" are a perfect fit for any publication.

      Interested in adding my column to your newspaper, website or publication? Drop me a line to discuss rates.

    Submit

    Archives

    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020
    April 2020
    March 2020
    February 2020
    January 2020
    December 2019
    November 2019
    October 2019
    September 2019
    August 2019

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed

    personal blog
    personal blog
    Best Personal Blogs About Life - OnToplist.com
    RSS Search
    Blogging Fusion Blog Directory
    Blogs Directory
    Scoop.it
Proudly powered by Weebly