Good evening, 919 Gang.
JOE GANDELMAN writes:
My son, Thomas Powell, passed away tonight at UCSD in La Jolla. Tom became something of a celebrity when the Chargers were talking about leaving San Diego. He and Dave Peters, a friend of his who ran a popular Chargers fan blog, started Save Our Bolts, a large group of Chargers fans who worked tirelessly to keep the Chargers in San Diego.
Tom would work at Rite Aid, get off his job and stay up ALL NIGHT writing sports blog posts and contacting some people in the media about their latest efforts. They worked hard (but lost) to get the votes out for the Chargers to win a ballot vote. Tom was asked to fill in for the Chargers lawyer in a debate with a city councilman who was against doing anything extra to keep the Chargers in town. He was in touch all the time with the Chargers lawyer. Alas, he and others found out about the Chargers son....on Twitter.
When he learned that a young boy who was the son of a group member had cancer, he convinced his associates to start a campaign to do something for the boy. So, they held a rally (there was a story on one of the TV stations) in support of Killy. It got a food crowd. Tom and a few others had KILLY STRONG tattooed on their arms. He was always happy they did this for the boy, who he told me is now 13 years old and still living with cancer. Tom was often quoted in news stories, was a source for some reporters, was often on the radio, and local TV stations would come out and interview him. When the Chargers left, he still liked them. I think the passion of his life was trying to keep the Chargers here. He talked about it often in his final week in hospice and included mention of it in a thank you to people in his life that he asked me to read at his wake.
---------------------------------------------------------
ANITA PALMER writes:
I'm late with a "folo" on comments about newspaper lingo. They've been fun to read. As a former "green sheet" editor turned book editor I never knew I spent nine years as a lob on the lobster shift. But I did spend a lot of time slowly moving sideways from lack of sleep.
By the way, I found no entries for "green sheet" in online newspaper terms glossaries at nieonline.com
“NIEonline Serving Newspaper in Education
“NIEonline provides online lesson plans and other innovative materials for use on NIE websites to provide new ways for your teachers to use your newspaper and your e-Edition in their classrooms. These resources help build repeat traffic to NIE websites and provide greater exposure to your programs, special offers.”
or a dozen other sites. Maybe it was a U-T exclusive?
As to publishing patois, "stet" is present in that industry but less pervasive these days. (Few folks were trained to copy-edit by hand, and stet isn't used much digitally.) "High res" would be familiar to print journalists. "Proof" means pretty much the same thing. "Blurb" has a different meaning than what I was used to (it's a short endorsement). "Slush pile" might be parallel to articles getting "spiked." Typical other book-editing terms wouldn't have much crossover.
On another subject, I want to add my deep appreciation for the concern expressed by David Ogul about caring for one another. I'm in Colorado so no help to Michele Davis or other San Diego County 919ers. But I do try to practice community wherever I am, and as a single senior, I am grateful for local friends and acquaintances who reach out to me.
Also, I am so sorry to hear about Joe Gandelman's son, Tom. May the good memories buoy him and Tom's family through this painful time.
REBER: Green Sheet” originated as the name for the Tribune’s fifth edition. It was for street sale and timed to go on sale when Convair’s shift ended. There also was a “Peach.” That was the first edition and aimed for street sale downtown.
Another old word: “Cut” referred to a photo. I don’t know why, but that explains why captions are called “Cut lines.”
---------------------------------------------
DON SEVRENS writes:
Regarding Leslie Branscomb's pending retirement decisions:
- Jack Reber is absolutely right. Do NOT physically touch the money or even a check. Have it sent to a financial institution handling your affairs, and be sure that you DEMAND MIlliman send you all pertinent correspondence.
- Leslie could certainly use a paid consultation with a professional financial planner. This is not a time to skimp on a modest one-time expense. You are not obligated to have a continuing relationship.
- I believe Leslie's sister gets it and that the financial pro will agree with what she has told Leslie.
- Leslie should not confuse lump sum versus monthly installments with tax hits. They are separate issues and do not need to be tangled up.
- My experience with Milliman after a career at the U-T was not positive in any sense. Generally, it took two registered letters to even get a single response. A previous letter to our group did not survive the Reber editing process. Milliman is not your friend despite the fancy talk. I will skip the details of what I - and the Union-Tribune — had to go through when Milliman balked.
- The Department of Labor in Los Angeles, in less chaotic times, looks out for employee rights. Even in the current environment, it would not hurt to phone and ask for printed brochures to be mailed to you.
- Bottom line: If Milliman chooses to end its relationship with you at age 65 even though you plan to continue working in some capacity to age 67, you have other options. You can have the money sent to a financial firm as an intermediary and put in a tax-sheltered account (IRA, rollover 401(k), whatever). You can choose the timing clear up to age 73 under current rules. You can choose to do it in stages instead of all at once.
- Leslie, you have worked hard all your life and this is obviously a significant portion of your life savings. Please consult a practicing professional.
REBER: If you do hire an adviser, make sure it is a professional working SOLELY for you. A lot of people will say they are investment advisors when they’re really just pimps for mutual fund companies who will pay them a commission on the money you invest.
----------------------------------
- LUIS MONTEAGUDO writes:
Jack, just to add to Leslie Branscomb's comments about Viking cruises, Merrie and I just took a Viking cruise two weeks ago to Greece, Turkey and Italy and it was one of the best vacation experiences we've ever had. The ship had about 900 guests, so it didn't feel crowded, and the food was excellent. But best of all was the customer service. Staff goes above and beyond to cater to your needs, whether they be simple needs or more complex requests. It was the best customer service I've ever experienced!
----------------------------------------------
FRANK GREEN writes:
My wife and I met up yesterday (Friday) with the irrepressible Makeda Cheatom at her World Beat Center in Balboa Park.
Makeda operated The Prophet vegetarian restaurant on University Avenue in the 1970s and 1980s, serving up such culinary delights as the Bangladesh sandwich and the Hijiki seaweed sandwich.
Ar 83, she is as vibrant and as charming as ever.
You can still hear Makeda – a.k.a. Makeda Dread - spinning the reggae hits by such greats as Toots Hibbert and Black Uhuru on Xhuan (102.5-FM) out of Tijuana.
It’s hard to believe that it has been nearly 50 years since I first profiled Makeda and used her voice in several features for the Union’s Life & Living and Currents sections.
It was somewhat difficult back in the day to get such relatively offbeat stories in the Union, although my immediate editors (Janet Sutter and then John Muncie) were always supportive.
But I still remember the stodgy Associate Editor Peter Kaye shuffling up to my desk the day before the Makeda story was to run and asking me, “How many people in San Diego County do you think are vegetarians? How many are our readers? Less than 1 percent?”
I told him that I thought Makeda was one of the most interesting characters I’d ever met and if anyone deserved a feature spread in the newspaper, it was her.
He smirked and went back to his office, presumably for his daily afternoon nap while seated at his desk.