Jill Long Thompson for Governor of Indiana
http://www.hoosiersforjill.com/
I first spoke to Jill Long in the Fall of 1988, when I was doing some research work for USA Today for their federal election coverage, specifically, interviewing House candidates from all over the country about what personally motivated them, aside from their own parochial district issues and pet peeves.
There were lots of crazy people running for office that year, as there always are, but they were outnumbered by the hundreds of very dedicated people I spoke to, not all of whom were well-to-do, but all who were willing to put their family's life on hold for a bit while they did something they felt compelled to do, for whatever reason.
After listening to literally dozens and dozens of smart, well-meaning and earnest candidates from all parts of the country for weeks -and all the others- I wasn't prepared for my conversation with Jill.
I spoke to her fresh from her having just shaken some hands with some prospective voters outside of a 7-11 store near her campaign office, where she'd gone with the intent of just grabbing some things for her and her staff.
Though my phone call to her from Washington was out-of-left field, her charming personality and compelling policy answers just knocked me out.
What was supposed to be a short, to-the-point interview -it was USA Today after all- turned into a really interesting 15-20 minute conversation about her district and what she thought it needed and how she could best accomplish that feat.
I had a better grasp and memory of political news and its cross-currents than most people, but frankly, I'd never heard of Jill Long until I called her.
(Perhaps that was perhaps I hadn't met Charlie Cook yet, which was four years later.)
But that day changed everything -she was no longer an unknown name to me .
Sadly for my copious notes, Jill eventually lost that '88 election to incumbent Dan Coats, but despite being an underdog in what'd long been a very safe GOP district -formerly represented by both Dan Quayle and Coats, who'd be appointed to succeed Quayle in the Senate- her powers of persuasion were such that in 1989, she convinced enough Hoosier voters in Indiana's 4th Congressional District to elect her to congress, after all, to fill the vacant seat.
Once Jill was elected and had gotten her feet on the ground in Washington, I came by her office to try to arrange a meeting and find out what it felt like to actually have the responsibility of her district on her shoulder.
Well, even before I got a chance to walk through her doorway and arrange a chat, I ran into her in the hallway on her way to a hearing or meeting.
I introduced myself again and after a bit, as we walked and talked together towards her meeting, she laughed at my being able to remember exactly what she'd said that day out of a couple hundred conversations with candidates I'd had.
Then I reminded her that just because I no longer lived in Indiana, "I always looked after fellow Hoosiers." Or words to that effect.
That was the first of perhaps a dozen or so conversations I'd have over the years with Jill while she was in Washington, and every time we spoke, her friendly, calm and confident demeanor betrayed none of the condescending attitude I'd seen quickly infect other newcomers to the Hill, even Dems I'd once liked, contributed to, or, even personally campaigned for.
(Believe me, my friends and I knew exactly who THOSE Dems were! We had a growing list.
When our friends or friends-of-friends expressed an interest in wanting to work for someone on this carefully chosen bad boy honor roll, they were quickly educated as to the relative shortcomings of their pol of choice, whether intellectual, character or personality.
If we'd only had a blog back then!)
When I ran into Jill one afternoon in 1993 while on my way to get to my Capitol Hill softball team's game on The Mall, sponsored by DNG, Democrats for a New Generation, I showed Jill the t-shirt logo we'd agreed upon.
With the great help of my teammate Michelle Marinelli, then in the office of Congressman Tom Lantos, and one of the team's vocal leaders, it was based on a unique Democratic donkey button I'd been given years before at a political rally.
Happily for me, since I really LOVED the design, once I showed it to them, the rest of my
softball team liked it enough to want it to represent us.
(The very same softball team where I'd meet my dear and now life-long friend from Hope, Arkansas, Shannon (Lauterbach) Morales.)
Jill just loved the design, and once I saw her positive reaction, I quickly promised her that I'd somehow scrounge one up for her to wear -eventually.
Once again, weeks later, with her button in my gym bag, as always seemed to happen, I ran into Jill a below-ground congressional hallway on my way to her office.
She was so pleased with how the button looked that, much to my amazement, she immediately placed the button on her jacket lapel to show it off, while dozens of people gawked and walked past us, curious as to what this little button this Member of Congress had actually looked like, which greatly pleased me.
Quick to see the humor, Jill then joked that it'd quickly become a must-have for fellow Dems on the Hill.
I laughed and thought -and not for the first time- that anyone who was as politically savvy and intelligent as Jill, but more importantly to me, as genuinely sincere, plus a straight-talker to boot, was just what the Democratic Party desperately needed in Washington.
A 'breath of fresh air' to use an old cliche that I've never uttered here, to cut through the myriad geographical and institutional cliques/niches that have long bedeviled the party on the Hill, especially over at the DNC.
Sort of like how I view another SouthBeachHoosier favorite, Stephanie Herseth Sandlin of South Dakota's very positive influence on things on the Hill ever since she got elected.
See http://southbeachhoosier.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts-on-bill-richardsons.html
and http://hersethsandlin.house.gov/
Though I personally try my best to keep up and read the online papers and blogs, I'm clearly no expert about what's currently troubling or frustrating Indiana voters these days.
What sorts of new policies and strategies they'd like to see given a chance and actually get
implemented to improve the economy or their quality-of-life, and which ones need to be jettisoned as dead-weight, good ideas that couldn't be publicly reconciled with the current political reality, for whatever reason.
(See Former Bush Aide Fights Nickname: Gov. Privatize, By Monica Davey, June 16, 2007
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/16/us/16indiana.html)
And I'll be honest, every time I had a chance to speak briefly with, see, or even be in the same room as present Indiana governor Mitch Daniels, back when he was working his magic in Washington for Senator Richard Lugar, it was hard not to come away impressed.
I've always been fond of folks, regardless of party, who are known as real ideas people.
(But then I've always prided myself on being a better judge of politicians than most of the people I've known, esp. in the media, since my track record in those things has generally been better by far.
I was behind Carter, Hart and Clinton when they were getting near zero name recognition, and still remember the names of the know-it-all reporters and columnists, national and local, who buried them prematurely.
I told just about everyone I know that Dukakis would select Senator Lloyd Bentsen for Veep exactly a week before Chris Matthews mentioned it on Larry King's then-late night Mutual radio show broadcast out of Arlington.
Days later, I told some folks on Bentsen's staff who had a group hose on Capitol Hill, who were looking for a new housemate. They laughed, but I, of course, had the last laugh on them in more ways than one, and eventually moved into a much nicer, cheaper and more spacious place in Arlington.)
That consistent intuition tells me one thing.
That I'd trust Jill's combination of character, drive, intelligence and personality more than just about anyone else in politics you could possibly name.
Personally, I only wish that South Florida had more people down here who had half as much to offer the public as Jill does to the people of Indiana, to help clean-up the myriad ethical, financial and public policy messes/scandals down here -and in Tallahassee.
Jill for Governor? Absolutely!
http://www.hoosiersforjill.com/
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In the Heart of a Great Country, Beats the Soul of Hoosier Nation
The South Florida I Grew Up In
Excerpts from Joan Didion's Miami, 1987, Simon & Schuster:
In the continuing opera still called, even by Cubans who have now lived the largest part of their lives in this country, el exilo, the exile, meetings at private homes in Miami Beach are seen to have consequences. The actions of individuals are seen to affect events directly. Revolutions and counter-revolutions are framed in the private sector, and the state security apparatus exists exclusively to be enlisted by one or another private player. That this particular political style, indigenous to the Caribbean and to Central America, has now been naturalized in the United States is one reason why, on the flat coastal swamps of South Florida, where the palmettos once blew over the detritus of a dozen failed booms and the hotels were boarded up six months a year, there has evolved since the early New Year's morning in 1959 when Fulgencio Batista flew for the last time out of Havana a settlement of considerable interest, not exactly an American city as American cities have until recently been understood but a tropical capital: long on rumor, short on memory, overbuilt on the chimera of runaway money and referring not to New York or Boston or Los Angeles or Atlanta but to Caracas and Mexico, to Havana and to Bogota and to Paris and Madrid. Of American cities Miami has since 1959 connected only to Washington, which is the peculiarity of both places, and increasingly the warp...
"The general wildness, the eternal labyrinths of waters and marshes, interlocked and apparently neverending; the whole surrounded by interminable swamps... Here I am then in the Floridas, thought I," John James Audobon wrote to the editor of The Monthly American Journal of Geology and Natural Science during the course of an 1831 foray in the territory then still called the Floridas. The place came first, and to touch down there is to begin to understand why at least six administations now have found South Florida so fecund a colony. I never passed through security for a flight to Miami without experiencing a certain weightlessness, the heightened wariness of having left the developed world for a more fluid atmosphere, one in which the native distrust of extreme possibilities that tended to ground the temperate United States in an obeisance to democratic institutions seemed rooted, if at all, only shallowly.
At the gate for such flights the preferred language was already Spanish. Delays were explained by weather in Panama. The very names of the scheduled destinations suggested a world in which many evangelical inclinations had historically been accomodated, many yearnings toward empire indulged...
In this mood Miami seemed not a city at all but a tale, a romance of the tropics, a kind of waking dream in which any possibility could and would be accomodated...
Hallandale Beach Blog
http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/
Hallandale Beach Blog is where I try to inject or otherwise superimpose a degree of accountability, transparency and much-needed insight onto local Broward County government and public policy issues, which I feel is sorely lacking in local media now, despite all the technological advances that have taken place since I grew-up in South Florida in the 1970's. On this blog, I concentrate my energy, enthusiasm, anger, disdain and laser-like attention primarily on the coastal cities of Aventura, Hollywood and Hallandale Beach.
IF you lived in this part of South Florida, you'd ALREADY be in stultifying traffic, be paying higher-than-necessary taxes, and be continually musing about the chronic lack of any real accountability or transparency among not only elected govt. officials, but also of City, County and State employees as well. Collectively, with a few rare exceptions, they couldn't be farther from the sort of strong results-oriented, work-ethic mentality that citizens here deserve and are paying for.
This is particularly true in the town I live in, the City of Hallandale Beach, just north of Aventura and south of Hollywood. There, the Perfect Storm of years of apathy, incompetency and cronyism are all too readily apparent.
It's a city with tremendous potential because of its terrific location and weather, yet its citizens have become numb to its outrages and screw-ups after years of the worst kind of chronic mismanagement and lack of foresight. On a daily basis, they wake up and see the same old problems again that have never being adequately resolved by the city in a logical and responsible fashion. Instead the city government either closes their eyes and hopes you'll forget the problem, or kicks them -once again- further down the road.
I used to ask myself, and not at all rhetorically, "Where are all the enterprising young reporters who want to show through their own hard work and enterprise, what REAL investigative reporting can produce?"
Hearing no response, I decided to start a blog that could do some of these things, taking the p.o.v. of a reasonable-but-skeptical person seeing the situation for the first time.
Someone who wanted questions answered in a honest and forthright fashion that citizens have the right to expect.
Hallandale Beach Blog intends to be a catalyst for positive change. http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/
http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/
Hallandale Beach Blog is where I try to inject or otherwise superimpose a degree of accountability, transparency and much-needed insight onto local Broward County government and public policy issues, which I feel is sorely lacking in local media now, despite all the technological advances that have taken place since I grew-up in South Florida in the 1970's. On this blog, I concentrate my energy, enthusiasm, anger, disdain and laser-like attention primarily on the coastal cities of Aventura, Hollywood and Hallandale Beach.
IF you lived in this part of South Florida, you'd ALREADY be in stultifying traffic, be paying higher-than-necessary taxes, and be continually musing about the chronic lack of any real accountability or transparency among not only elected govt. officials, but also of City, County and State employees as well. Collectively, with a few rare exceptions, they couldn't be farther from the sort of strong results-oriented, work-ethic mentality that citizens here deserve and are paying for.
This is particularly true in the town I live in, the City of Hallandale Beach, just north of Aventura and south of Hollywood. There, the Perfect Storm of years of apathy, incompetency and cronyism are all too readily apparent.
Sadly for its residents, Hallandale Beach is where even the easily-solved or entirely predictable quality-of-life problems are left to fester for YEARS on end, because of myopia, lack of common sense and the unsatisfactory management and coordination of resources and personnel.
It's a city with tremendous potential because of its terrific location and weather, yet its citizens have become numb to its outrages and screw-ups after years of the worst kind of chronic mismanagement and lack of foresight. On a daily basis, they wake up and see the same old problems again that have never being adequately resolved by the city in a logical and responsible fashion. Instead the city government either closes their eyes and hopes you'll forget the problem, or kicks them -once again- further down the road.
I used to ask myself, and not at all rhetorically, "Where are all the enterprising young reporters who want to show through their own hard work and enterprise, what REAL investigative reporting can produce?"
Hearing no response, I decided to start a blog that could do some of these things, taking the p.o.v. of a reasonable-but-skeptical person seeing the situation for the first time.
Someone who wanted questions answered in a honest and forthright fashion that citizens have the right to expect.
Hallandale Beach Blog intends to be a catalyst for positive change. http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/
Hollywood in Cartoons, The New Yorker
Hollywood in Cartoons, The New Yorker
Hollywood in cartoons, 10-21-06 Non-Sequitur by Wiley, www-NON-SEQUITUR.COM
Miami Dolphins
Sebastian the Ibis, the Spirited Mascot of the University of Miami Hurricanes
Miami Dolphins Cheerleaders, April 28, 2007
Of cheerleaders past and present
Given South Florida's unique version of the melting pot -con salsa- demographics and mindset, these women in the photo above are surely what most South Floridians would consider attractive women. But for this observer, who's spent hours & hours at IU cheerleader tryouts and who has known dozens of cheerleaders -and wannabes- in North Miami Beach, Bloomington, Evanston and Washington, D.C., the whole time I was watching these members of the Dolphins' squad perform, I couldn't help but compare them and their routines to those of some IU friends of mine who ALWAYS showed true Hoosier spirit & enthusiasm.
Sitting at my table right near the stage and still later, while watching the long lines of Dolphin fans of all ages waiting to snap photos of themselves with the cheerleaders, I couldn't help but think about those friends who always left me and other Hoosier fans feeling positive & optimistic.
Was there anyone I saw in Davie who possessed these valuable intangibles: the dancing precision of IU Red Stepper -and Captain- Gail Amster, my talented and spirited Phi Beta Kappa pal from Deerfield (IL), who always sat next to me in our Telecom. classes as we took turns entertaining the other; the ebullient spirit & energy of two Hoosier cheerleaders -and captains- from Bloomington, Wendy (Mulholland) Moyle & Sara Cox; the hypnotic, Midwestern, girl-next-door sexiness of Hoosier cheerleader Julie Bymaster, from Brownsburg; or, the adorable Southern girl-next-door appeal of former Hoosier Pom squader Jennifer Grimes, of Louisville, always such a clear distraction while sitting underneath the basket?
Nope, not that I could see. But then they were VERY tough acts to follow!!!
And that's not to mention my talented & spirited friends like Denise Andrews of Portage, Jody Kosanovich of Hammond & Linda Ahlbrand of Chesterton, all of whom were dynamic cheerleaders -and captains- at very large Hoosier high schools that were always in the championship mix, with Denise's team winning the Ind. football championship her senior year when she was captain -just like in a movie. That Denise, Jody & Linda all lived on the same dorm floor, just three stories above me at Briscoe Quad our freshman year, was one of the greatest coincidences -and strokes of luck for me!- that I could've ever hoped for.
You could hardly ask for better ambassadors of IU than THESE very smart, sweet and talented women. In a future SBH post, I'll tell the story of one of the greatest Hoosiers I ever met, the aforementioned Wendy Mulholland, the Bloomington-born captain and emotional heart of the great early '80's IU cheerleading squads, and the daughter of Jack Mulholland, IU's former longtime Treasurer. The acorn doesn't fall far from a tree built on a foundation of integrity & community service!
(After he retired, Mr. Mulholland was the first executive director of the Community Foundation of Bloomington and Monroe County. I used to joke with Wendy that her dad's name was the one that was permanently affixed to the bottom of my work-study checks for years, while I worked at the Dept. of Political Science's Library, first, at the Student Building in the old part of campus, and then later, after it was refurbished, in magnificent Woodburn Hall, my favorite building on campus.)
In that future post, I'll share some reflections on Wendy's great strength of character and personality; my intentions of returning to Bloomington a few weeks before Fall '82 classes started, so I could help Wendy train and work-out to rehab her knee, so she'd feel confident in trying-out for the squad again, following a bad knee injury that'd left her physically-unable to try-out for the squad the previous spring, a big disappointment to those of us who cared about both Wendy and the team; my incredulity at, quite literally, running into Wendy while walking down a sidewalk one afternoon a few years later in Evanston, IL, when we were astonished to discover we were both living there, with me trying to hook on with a Windy City advertising agency, and Wendy then-attending Kellogg (KGSM) at Northwestern, right when the WSJ had named Kellogg the #1 Business School in the country.
I'll also share a story about Wendy performing a true act of kindness towards me in 1982, when I was having a real emergency, and she went above-and-beyond what I had any logical reason to expect. Yet, Wendy, along with her very helpful dad, Jack, came through for me when I was in a very bad time crunch. I've never forgotten Wendy's kindness towards me, and her true Hoosier spirit.
There's NOTHING I wouldn't do for Wendy Mulholland.
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