Monday, January 10, 2011

DELTA AIRLINES STILL SUCK – PART DEUX

A post or so ago as a once proud and totally manic supporter of Delta Airlines I pondered their absolute incompetence in properly handling the luggage of two Dallas Friends who dared check their two bags on a Delta (DAL) flight from London, Ontario and ultimately to Dallas (DFW) via Detroit and Atlanta. Actually, they had no choice and because of a “malfunction in the fire alarm system in the baggage hold” of that aircraft(?), no bags were allowed on that flight. It was a recipe for disaster. The saga continues.

When we last pressed the Internet flesh one of the two bags had been recovered and was delivered however early in the morning two days later to an alternate though favored Dallas location. The other bag was nowhere to be seen and not on Delta’s pathetic radar despite the fact that a Delta passenger from Louisville, KY traveling to and from some other venue had telephoned our Friend (and Delta) with the news that he had the bag. That bag was delivered by our Kentucky Angel to Delta at the Louisville International Airport and then just as mysteriously as it reappeared - dropped from sight.

Delta’s incompetence was further highlighted by the airlines attempt to duck further responsibility ostensibly because they had, after all, by their proud chest-thumping admission delivered two bags. It apparently wasn’t a factor that the two bags didn’t belong to them and that there were two other bagless and probably equally upset Delta customers. Efficiency expert and consumer advocate Clark Howard, also of Atlanta, has a name for it – Customer Disservice. By that time the bag had been given up for lost by its owner.

A sane, nameless though highly motivated and conscientious Delta employee, however, saw the madness in this farce and in an absolute angst as if searching for the Holy Grail started turning over the Delta baggage claim system and came up with some answers. The now and once again mistagged bag initially went from London to Detroit and then inexplicably (apparently the norm) delivered to Louisville where our Kentucky Colonel intervened. The bag apparently sat in a less than euphoric state for several days until Delta continued their mishandling by inexplicably sending the bag onto Memphis, Tennessee where it was sent on to (are you ready?) London, Ontario where it again sat and was not recognized until our Delta staffer intervened.

The bag was put on a plane once more for Detroit where it had to yet again pass through US Customs who without any problem identified the owner and in great comedy telephoned him to ask whether he had any tobacco products to declare? Though they knew he didn’t since they had to open the bag to retrieve his name and contact information, at least there was confirmation that the bag was in transit and hopefully on its way back to Dallas.

The bag ultimately arrived and was delivered to its owner. The Delta attendant apologized admitting that their system was terribly broken even pondering if it was retrievable (give her a medal).

Delta’s timing was impeccable making an announcement while our bag was arcing back and forth between Canada and the United States that they were increasing their fares and baggage handling fees. Ah capitalism, ah profitability - at what cost? This all on the backs of customers who in many cases do not have long haul choices.

We know that all the major airlines even including stellar performer Southwest have had problems handling baggage and the statistics point that out – in spades. While Delta improved slightly in 2009 and then again this last year they usually rank midway in the pack though at or near the bottom of the three majors. It would appear that Delta is starting to benefit from their merger with Northwest which was usually ranked among the best airlines for luggage handling. Delta even with that boost, however, hasn’t kept up with their competitors. It would seem that they need to put their new Northwest associates in charge of their baggage program and hopefully that’s the direction that Richard Anderson, current Delta and former Northwest CEO has chartered.
Believe it or not, I have confidence that he will…

The U.S. Department of Transportation’s monthly Air Travel Consumer Reports (which tracks baggage complaints and other pertinent performance metrics for domestic airlines) reflects that the overall number of travelers reporting mishandled luggage dropped this year. Even so, it remains a significant, unacceptable number.

While some folks might tend to congratulate the airlines for stepping up their game many more analysts are cautionary and aren’t giving any kudos to the airlines for the drop in complaints. Rather, they attribute the so called increased efficiencies to the distressed economy and the fact that there are fewer flying travelers and those folks are choosing to carry on their luggage, thus avoiding the continuing, escalating (even as we speak) fees that all but one of the carriers now require for checking bags. Bottom line: most airlines do a poor job and this time it was Delta’s turn at the point.

The mouthpiece for the airlines, the Air Transport Association (ATA), following the old mantra, when attacked – deflect, puts all the blame on the US air traffic control system (ATC) for baggage problems. If we are to believe the ATA the inefficiencies in the ATC spawns the delays causing flights to miss their connections and the resultant lost baggage. While we will concede that this is surely part of the current air transportation environment, other seemingly more responsible and savvy parties say the airlines’ antiquated baggage handling facilities and procedures, overwhelmed and undertrained baggage handlers who misroute luggage coupled with poor morale and lousy work attitudes are at the core of the problem. Would that all the airlines bought into their customer-care responsibilities as espoused by one airline, “We all knew we had to run an extremely efficient airline in order to retain loyal passengers.”

Of course the great irony here is that many airlines given the opportunity to forge positive business relationships are woefully losing the PR and customer service battle and ultimately alienating present and potential customers with their insane policies (some exceptions – Southwest and Alaska Airlines). Since we are now mostly paying for our baggage service (exception–Southwest) you would think that failing to provide that service might prompt a refund? Sorry, that’s not an option. So now you have angry consumers who feel that there is no accountability and are not likely to put themselves in that position again.

For many Delta Airlines has become the current poster boy and symbol of incompetence, ineptitude and seeming indifference to their customers. Truth be said, they are not alone and this does not bode well for the industry that is mostly just going through the motions. The tip of the iceberg is when you have executives earning exorbitant salaries in the multi-millions of dollars even in unprofitable or marginal ventures attempting to manage long term line employees who are faced with minimal salaries without cost of living increases, reductions in wages and dwindling benefits. This is a recipe for disaster and we feel given the adversarial relationships that many airlines have with their employees is a continuing part of the problem though we note that Delta has remained mostly union-free over the years. It would be nice to see fellow Texan Richard Anderson, Delta CEO to be Undercover Boss for a week, say in his baggage handling area.

Not without surprise Delta after a twenty year commitment ceased all service to and from London, Ontario, Canada as of January 4, 2011 no doubt as response to this poor service - OK and perhaps profitability. Ah, light at the end of the tunnel.
Now where did I park that horse and buggy…

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Thursday, January 6, 2011

NESTLE SMARTIES

When I started to travel regularly to Canada in the 1970’s and 80’s I discovered a great Country and People and all those impressive and unique elements that make Canada, Canada. My then employer Equifax had a partnership with AT&T and Bell Canada and I was charged with the development and administration of a training program called Phone Power (PP). PP was an English/French training curriculum that was loosely based on the old Xerox Learning Systems Professional Selling Skills (PSS) training program. It was designed to allow Equifax employees to maximize their ability to engage and gather pertinent, relevant business information from consumers via telephone (if we only knew then the technology that would be ultimately available). We administered this very successful program throughout the United States and eastern Canada from Ottawa to the Maritimes.

Hockey as well as my activities within the American and Canadian Scottish Communities accounted for much of my other travel mostly including trips to Toronto, Ontario and Halifax, Nova Scotia. I also made a few trips into Quebec mostly Montreal with some detours to the Laurentians and that area around and including Mont Tremblant. I made Friends with the Dubois Family who operated the always superb and hospitable Villa Bellevue for seventy nine years until 1991. Point is I traveled to Canada with some regularity during that period.

There are a lot of great aspects to this country and probably the least of which is Nestle Smarties. That revelation alone might put Canada in the upper echelon of the world community - if not at the top. Last year Might of Right did a couple of posts about Canada with one acidic, foaming-at-the-mouth Canadian respondent who obviously and fervently felt that anything worthwhile in the history of Man was invented by a Canadian - declared in most unflattering terms that I didn’t even know what Smarties were – obviously from his perspective an attempt at what he perceived as the ultimate and most visceral, disgraceful backhanded insult he could offer. Indeed, even in the 1970’s I already had a wonderfully intimate relationship with this confection and hope to do so for the rest of my days, of course, all within the limits of my diet (Nestle also owns Jenny Craig). Canadian Smarties, then, are mostly the focus of this post.

We Americans cannot easily purchase Nestle Smarties (except by a specialist importer like The Sweet Life of New York City or on E-Bay) in any of our 50 states as they are unique to Canada (location of their largest manufacturing facility), the United Kingdom, South Africa, Austria, France, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa and Germany where another large manufacturing facility is located in Hamburg. Smarties remain popular in other European countries.

Caution: There is another Smarties candy manufactured and marketed since 1949 in the United States by Ce De Candy. They also manufacture this product in Canada where it is marketed as Rockets. US Smarties bear no resemblance to Canadian Smarties. The US version is an artificially fruit flavored tablet (some sour versions exist) that I mostly see around Halloween as it’s cheap, well packaged and easy to distribute. If we are to believe recent stories in the US media it appears that a few always industrious though obsessed American kids have figured out a way to snort or “smoke” the candy though most just simulate smoking a cigarette mimicking a smoker's exhale.

Maybe there isn’t even a risk of a sugar high though some physicians are now concerned that this may be a harbinger to trying tobacco cigarettes or at the very least increased risk for lung infections. In response to this abuse some US middle schools have now banned the candy. You Tube has removed some “how to” videos created by kids for kids but many more remain at that site (I’ve seen them). This all appears to be a really, really stupid fad. Nuff said.

Well, all that falderal can’t happen with our Canadian Smarties. They are thick, crisp, sugar coated flavorful creamy milk chocolate nuggets that really have no equal. Main competitor M&Ms (I like them too!) were developed in the United States in 1941 as a cheap alternative to Smarties. Despite the onslaught Smarties remain a far superior confection. Smarties appear slightly larger and definitely have a much thicker candy shell that gives more texture and “crunch”, a distinctly pleasant flavor and are not prone to melting like M&Ms do in our hot Texas sun. Well, not as badly…

Smarties or a reasonable facsimile of the candy have been manufactured far longer, since 1882, originally by H.I Rowntree & Co in York, England (later Rowntree Mackintosh - Aye!) as “Chocolate Beans” though changed the name to Smarties Chocolate Beans in 1937 and further shortened to Smarties in 1977. In 1988 Nestle acquired Rowntree Mackintosh and five years later changed the name of these candies to Nestle Smarties. Smarties continue to grow in popularity and appear to be headed towards a total global success.

Smarties come in eight colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink and brown. Most popular colors include blue and orange while red is also near the top and featured in the Smarties jingle. Red has proved invaluable over the years especially as a source of lip coloring for young Canadian girls too scared or intimidated to buy lipstick. While many styles and sizes have come and gone over the years the standard Smartie (ordinaire) remains consistent and without peer. I remember to my great surprise my first orange-colored Smartie which was filled with orange-flavored milk chocolate (an apparent runaway from the UK version). By the way, for all you naysayers the purple Smartie is now colored with red cabbage, not a dye derived from a crushed female bug…

The 1970s through the mid-1990s saw a popular and now iconic jingle/rhyme as follows,

"When you eat your Smarties, do you eat the red ones last?
Do you suck them very slowly, or crunch them very fast?
Eat those candy-coated chocolates, but tell me when I ask,
When you eat your Smarties, do you eat the red ones last?"

There are several other similar, popular versions of this jingle with many Canadians knowing the rhymes by heart. Good Canadian Friends celebrating my superb 2010 Christmas gift of a Smarties counter top display that contained 48 boxes of this glorious product prompted them to break out in song singing the jingle to the tune of Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor on The Bedpost Over Night? Most young people remember Everyday People as their song of choice… and that surely seems to be whose consuming these candies - folks like you and I. Thank you – Andy, Andrea and Harper for your very generous and thoughtful Christmas gift.

I found it refreshing and an incredibly intelligent marketing decision when in 1997 London, England publishers Bloomsbury in an attempt to reach as many people as possible slipped scrolls of chapters of a little known Scottish writers first book Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone into tubes of Smarties. Now everybody knows JK Rowling and the Harry Potter novels. It was a good start… Indeed, Philosopher’s Stone won the Nestlé Smarties Book Prize gold medal in the 9 to 11 year-olds category. Most folks in the publishing industry agree that the Smarties award, which is voted for by children, allowed for the novel’s and the movie series meteoric rise.

Irish actor Colin Farrell has fond memories of Smarties, admitting in a recent interview that his first big romantic crush was on the already long departed Marilyn Monroe. To that end a prepubescent Farrell would leave some of his precious Smarties under his pillow along with a note inviting Marilyn to come down from Heaven to share them and, presumably, his bed with him. Better than a carrot on a stick. Wish I‘d thought of that

Smarties remain my candy and indulgence of choice and that of Friend Peter Goodspeed with whom I will surely gift several more boxes. Now for that all important question, “Do I save the red ones for last?” Absolutely not as I generally consume all without prejudice or favoritism though I do often celebrate the May 2010 return of the blue Smarties (though only introduced in 1988 and pulled in 2006) noting that I never suffered from any rashes or untoward symptoms from the supposedly toxic original brilliant blues.

I do reject the premise that the blue Smartie is a, “Canadian National Defense Agency device to prevent the invasion of Americans, monkeys, and pregnant women.” It hasn’t stopped me as Smarties remain another good reason to return to Canada whenever possible and, at least, an excuse to replenish the stash of my favorite candy which I will gladly and willingly accept in box, tube (round or hex, lid or not) or bag.

I have forty-one boxes of Smarties left…

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Friday, December 31, 2010

DELTA AND ICE SUCK – CHRISTMAS 2010

Well, I made it from Dallas/Fort Worth (DFW) to Chicago’s O’Hare (ORD) airport and then on to London, Ontario, Canada (YXU) for the Christmas holidays. I was able to once again witness our transportation system operating at its finest and, unfortunately, at its most dismal. Security via the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) and the Canadian Air Transport Security Authority (CATSA) was the most able and impressive aspect of my travel experience. Again, well done.

The trip from Dallas and into O’Hare went smoothly. Lots of people were flying this 2010 Christmas holiday season so I was prepared for even more stringent security measures than my most recent Thanksgiving journey. TSA did seem a little more intense though no more scanning or “enhanced pat downs” than normal. The TSA security folks at the United Airlines terminals at DFW and O’Hare were like the rest of their comrades – professional and thorough. No hissy fits or even the hint of a complaint from any passenger was evident. Likewise, the CATSA staff at the London, Ontario airport were equally professional and courteous.

The flight from O’Hare to London didn’t go as smoothly. We experienced a long delay (about three hours) because of some ambiguous “mechanical problem” with the aircraft. All the passengers could see the aircraft through the lightly falling snow for hours on end as planes around our aircraft came and went enduring what seemed to be endless deicing procedures. Finally our seemingly disgusted desk agent derisively announced that they think they may have discovered the problem and were, “going to take the plane up for a test run.” Yes, they really said that… Shortly thereafter, voila, there goes our plane taxiing out to the runway where we understood later, the plane took off and did several circumnavigations of O’Hare before showing up about an hour later.

Another announcement was forthcoming that they were continuing to work on the problem but had also decided to change the tires on the aircraft? That prompted a deer in the headlights look by many passengers who wondered out loud where United’s regular maintenance schedule may have gone? Finally the announcement was made to board the plane with many passengers deliberating whether engaging this flight was advisable. We reluctantly boarded the aircraft (sheep to the slaughter?) which included a long parade outside into the snowy weather and eventually into the aircraft where the flight crew offered apologies and further explanations as we endured yet another deicing. The flight took off and proceeded without further incident to London.

Several days later found me returning to O’Hare and the United States via T5, their international terminal and the US Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) folks, yea, those few, those happy few. That’s all there were to handle an estimated one thousand-plus international passengers that descended on O’Hare. Half the ICE booths were empty and the crowd started backing up even further out into the dark corridor almost to the terminal escalators. Management seemed breathtakingly oblivious or just flat incapable of controlling the situation. Many people missed their connections and this crew seemed totally insensitive to that reality. After an hour of standing in an immovable mass in the approach corridor (there were no real lines) someone came out an announced that all bearers of US passports and green cards (their words) “come with me.” We squeezed though the packed crowds and eventually (20 minutes later) made our way along the left wall to the main engagement area – a huge bull pen where folks are queued up (blue for US citizens and black for foreign nationals) and arranged for proper examination by ICE staff. Our line went fairly quickly (1½ hours) though some Russian speaking ICE agents (they never spoke English around us) who looked more like prison guards started depositing some of our foreign guests in front of us… much to our chagrin and disgust. Did the Russians win and we weren’t told?

We finally made it through and reclaimed our baggage which we had to recheck through equally large crowds. Given some urgency and question whether I would make my flight I was directed to leave my bag with a group of rather large snarling, head bobbing behemoths that seemed incapable of intelligent speech – at least in English. There went my luggage thrown unceremoniously and indiscriminately onto a conveyor with scores of other bags with no response to my questions about the bag’s final destination. I wondered if they spoke Russian.

Like the London, Ontario flight several days earlier though with a slight delay, the flight went smoothly and without incident. I slept almost the entire trip to DFW despite a very upset, screaming one year old boy immediately next to me and his twin, equally distraught, brother several rows back. That was heaven compared with the long wait before the sacred ICE at O’Hare. I did sleep like a baby and did not snore

Lest I feel sorry for myself I was followed back to Dallas by a wonderful young couple who decided on a Delta – London, Detroit, Atlanta to Dallas connection that went terribly, terribly bad. The flights went OK, but they arrived at DFW without their bags - one of which hasn’t surfaced as of this writing. Seems that because of the small aircraft out of London no carry-on baggage was allowed. Couple that with an almost onboarding announcement that because of problems with the fire detection system (yikes!) they were not going to allow any baggage (carry on or otherwise) on the flight. I, of course, immediately wonder about their human cargo as that would be considered by most as the most precious?

Arrival at DFW predictably was without any baggage and later inquiries noted one bag in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and another – perhaps it didn’t leave London? Two retagged bags arrived the next day and belonged to disparate parties and fellow passengers from their London to Detroit flight. A gentleman from Louisville, Kentucky later called indicating possession of one of their bags.

The gentleman of the offended and bag less London to DFW party delivered the errant bags to Delta baggage at DFW and requested a further, more aggressive search in order to locate their baggage. They were then astonishingly notified by the Delta agent that they had closed the case and file and that nothing further could be done as the bags had been delivered! Yes, he really said that. Delta soon changed their mind when a motivated and especially convincing entreaty was made. The bag from Fort Lauderdale was delivered shortly after midnight the next day. The other bag from Louisville has yet to be delivered.

If possible, I will never fly Delta Airlines again and at least promise to never recommend what I once proudly and objectively perceived and as an Atlanta resident declared to be the best airline in the US. My experience at O’Hare did, however, validate the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport though busier than Chicago as probably the most efficient and friendliest airport in the world.

As for ICE, I am truly embarrassed and feel that these representatives of the United States treated every person in that room badly and with a lack of respect and dignity. With the powerful storm and snowfall in the east they knew that flights were going to be diverted to the Midwest yet failed to properly prepare themselves and manage the situation. As for the rude, dismissive ICE agent who loudly and vociferously complained that he had to work during the Christmas holidays I suspect that you will eventually get your comeuppance. You earned the enmity of many folks in that room (foreign and domestic). We at Might of Right wish you a Merry Christmas and the notification that I will be flying with Santa in 2011 and will let him know that you have been a bad boy this year…

And for all that it was worth it to be with loved ones and Friends this 2010 Christmas. Hope you and yours have a safe and prosperous 2011!

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Monday, December 20, 2010

2010 CHRISTMAS CARDS

2010 is the year to clear out or pack up the old, refresh and reorganize my surroundings and put my house (it is not a home) up for rent or for sale. For months I have been going through old papers and books and trying to figure out what to do with items that have mostly Family or sentimental value. The Family materials will mostly go to son Geb and I guess I will retain the rest. Ah, storage. I have thrown out scores of trash bags of these materials and having been mostly diligent in this effort have kept the garbage folks busy in Richardson…

Among the items I pondered was about ten years of those extra Christmas cards – you know those few left over from each year. Like most folks I didn’t have the heart to throw them away rather put them away for another year in case I needed extras. Well I always ended up with a surplus every year and this year I counted about 150 cards of assorted Christmas Greetings in my stash. Most of them are pathetically and archaically dated to previous style and sentiments, but all wishing generic Holiday Greetings or a blatant and now seemingly politically incorrect Merry Christmas!

In these austere times the decision was quickly made to use them! Along with some really neat Sierra Club cards I also had some ghastly blue to turquoise cards with flashy silver glitter with the hope for Peace properly emblazoned. While I embrace the sentiment I can’t figure out why I bought them unless they were all that were left that year. All those cards were sent this year and I am sure that it had some folks scratching their heads. At any rate, whatever the response, it was my way to say hello and express my gratitude to those folks for being my Friend and sincerely wishing them holiday greetings and my hopes for a great 2011.

My 2010 Christmas will find me once again in Canada with Friends but also wondering if there will be a repeat of last week’s disastrous snow storm that paralyzed southern Ontario and especially that section of the 402 near Sarnia. It was a parking lot where snow plows feared to tread (too dangerous) and where food and supplies had to be air dropped and then 150 occupants of the stranded and frozen in 360 trucks and autos evacuated by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) on snowmobiles. The others decided to wait out the storm in their cars/trucks in the subzero weather? The Canadian Government declared that portion of highway 402 a national disaster area. It was a miracle that there was no loss of life on that highway and, yes, unless I was in some big self-contained rig with heat, shower and all the comforts of home, I would have opted for that snowmobile ride out.

Well, we’re not going to get caught in any repeat of that storm as we are flying directly into London, Ontario. We hope not to draw some crop duster though the Canadian pilots do generally accommodate worrisome Americans by engaging those long, barely descending landing patterns though that is surely not the case in Europe (price of fuel – ya ken).

So anticipating being out of pocket – I have been warned not to turn on my cell phone when out of country – for the Christmas Holiday I wanted to again reiterate especially to those folks that follow Might of Right a safe holiday and a prosperous new year. You are the reason I write this blog as you give me my voice.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and, aye, for auld lang syne and remember Ye nivver dee'd o winter yit. So, what are ye going to do for Hogmanay?

A Blythe Yule, Aye

Ned Buxton

Saturday, December 18, 2010

WILLIAM SCHIFF: #774248 - HERO OF THE HOLOCAUST

Many of our heroes are folks who have responded by their own admission mostly spontaneously to circumstances that are thrust upon them – reacting intuitively and mostly involuntarily to those conditions without forethought or reason like diminutive Texan Audie Murphy, the most decorated American soldier of World War II. They all demonstrate an uncommon courage and bravery generally at great risk to their person and without the promise of reward. Words that conjure heroism include, among others, courage, daring, selflessness, bravery, nobility, valor and yes that old 20th century standby - guts.

As an aside I guess that we can now also include Bay City, Florida School Board member Ginger Littleton who inexplicably whacked gunman Clay Duke on his gun arm with her purse as he threatened the school board the other day. Duke brushed off the hit and Littleton fell backwards onto the floor. Duke cursed her, pointed the gun at her head though did not shoot. Littleton instinctively did what she could to prevent a further tragedy the only way she knew and it’s a miracle she survived that episode. Perhaps her action had an effect on Duke who after being shot by a security guard mortally wounded himself. Littleton could be the real hero in that whole tragic episode.

No doubt that there are also those that act deliberately and with forethought engage situations that are clearly dangerous with the calculated intent to benefit others and right a wrong. Those individuals represent a different class of individual and heroism. One such person was Stephen Hall and scores of other OSS agents in WWII. Another was William Schiff of Dallas, Texas and originally of Krakow, Poland who passed at age 91 on December 10, 2010.

William personally and intimately experienced the horrors of the Holocaust and did the unthinkable so that he, wife Rosalie and Family and Friends too numerous to count could survive. He walked that one step further and clearly put himself in harm’s way every minute of every day in that period. From the few conversations that I had with William, I am positive he was never really afraid of anything, save not performing to his expectation and concerned about meeting the life and death needs of his charges. He was the ultimate go-to and caregiver. There was no one else…

William was an intense individual and, sadly, there was seemingly never a casual conversation in the itinerary of this Man who lived his life experiences every second of every day. His legacy was also his nightmare… The Holocaust to William was the day before yesterday, not sixty-five years ago. He lived those years and terrible tragedies every day of his life. It became part of him and seemingly always pained and in angst, he made it his life’s work to pass on the knowledge of those terrible genocide years to any who would listen. That meant all his neighbors on Golden Creek, those folks and groups that invited he and Rosalie to relate their experiences and, frankly anybody, one or more in number that would stop and listen. He celebrated life with an equal fervor with Family and Friends being the epicenter of his life. The week before his passing he was partying hearty - dancing and celebrating Hanukkah at the Dallas Holocaust Museum.

That opportunity to celebrate was his great reward for probably without his heroics, none of his Family would be alive today. William’s wife of almost seventy years, Rosalie, gave testimony many times that were it not for William, she would not be alive today – hence there would be no Schiff Family.

Now, I certainly studied the Holocaust in school and was horrified at the concept let alone the capacity of any one group to conceive, plan and then execute ethnic cleansing. The Holocaust never got really personal for me before William Schiff though I do remember gripping and horrific testimony from Mentor and Good Friend (and off and on again Sergeant) Bob Swanson who served with the Fourth Armored in WWII. Bob was one of the first Americans who unexpectedly discovered Ohrdruf, the Buchenwald sub-concentration camp which turned into a slaughterhouse when the Nazis retreated. The Fourth Armored literally stumbled upon hundreds of starving Jewish prisoners and piles of corpses. That experience changed Bob, haunting him for the rest of his life.

The sacrifices and heroics of William are forever documented in "William and Rosalie: A Holocaust Testimony," (University of North Texas Press) written with author Craig Hanley. It not only told William and Rosalie’s story but retold the horrors that the Nazis rained down on European Jews. Had the Nazis won they would have expanded that effort to the rest of the world. This is no fiction and written through the courageous eyes of William and Rosalie.

What scares the Hell out of me now are the inexplicable, illegitimate attempts to distort the historical record not only of the Holocaust but other events of great import by ignoring extensive historical evidence, patently rewriting the record or flat out denying that it ever happened – all to meet some new political agenda.

Fortunately Germany and fifteen other countries including Austria, Belgium, Czech Republic, France, Hungary, Israel, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Netherlands, Poland, Portugal, Romania, Slovakia, and Switzerland have literally criminalized Holocaust denial (explicit or implicit) and punishable with imprisonment and have been successful in their prosecutions. Why is the United States not in this group? In our zeal to protect our free speech rights we are willing to allow everybody the right to express their opinion, however heinous and deviant. That same constitutional right ironically allows neo Nazis to organize in the United States.

Included in this cesspool is Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad who has frequently denied the Holocaust earning him the enmity of all rational human beings. Scores of other Arabs including the Palestinians continue to deny the existence of the Holocaust costing them credibility that may ultimately keep them mired in their present plight – literally between the rock and the hard place…

Comes now the Texas Board of Education (TEA), notorious for its past efforts to undermine the teaching of evolution in Texas public schools and is apparently intent on keeping our students well behind the national curve, which has now moved to revise the Texas social studies curriculum to portray conservative ideas and movements in a more positive light in a myriad of issues even including the attempt to morph slavery under the more palatable and innocuous “Atlantic triangular trade”.

It would certainly appear that no real debate ever occurred at the board level as the individuals involved would have to be educated and knowledgeable (gulp) on the topics being addressed. There is no scholarship here only a blatant political attempt by TEA to “correct” history (their words).

So where am I going with this post which started off as recognition of William Schiff as a hero of the Holocaust? Well, with all this rewriting of history in the world theater and the State of Texas trying to rewrite (“correct”) history I just wonder if The Holocaust might be next on their list? If we don’t like something or it becomes an embarrassment or perhaps inconvenient, then just rewrite the textbook and within a few generations all will be a fading memory. All students of history (or any subject) require an objective, accurate curriculum and textbooks chosen for their educational merit, not politics or ideology.

That said the Internet and an incredible repository of historical data about The Holocaust within our own borders including the United States and the Dallas Holocaust Museums should not allow that to happen – unless, of course we consent. We need all confront bias and prejudice and surely stand as sentinels ready to challenge those who would rewrite our history. We need to remember William Schiff, honor his memory and heroics and his noble attempts to keep the rest of us educated on this sad chapter in the history of Man. Please all be upstanding and raise your glasses high…

Yes, what we do matters.

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Friday, December 10, 2010

REGIS ROWLAND MALADY JR.

Being out here in Texas literally puts one in the hinterlands, far from civilization and the presence of many Family and Friends who reside mostly in the southeast. Texas is good, mind you, but it’s just that distance makes it difficult to be there for the rites of passage and the rhythms of those special folks – and yes, the wants and needs of this writer. Sometimes that old telegraph line breaks down and it surely did last week when I was out of country.

Yesterday Kingdome of Räknar Queen Mother Helga aka Jeanette Swanson and Brother Colin Grant-Adams broke the news to me that an incredibly special human being, one Earl Legbittr of The Kingdome aka Rege Malady had peacefully slipped away whilst sleeping in his recliner at his home in Charlotte. Consistent with Rege & Wife Barbara the Barbarian’s sense of humor, Rege’s last entry on his Facebook page notes, “Passed on while Barb was shopping on Nov 26, 2010. I will miss everyone here, but there are many Friends and Family I will be glad to see again.” God bless you Barb – You Rock…

As I approach my ultimate maturity (the last second of the last minute of the last hour of the day I die) I note that many of my Friends are now claiming their ultimate reward and leaving me behind to document the rest of our/their lives and ponder my remaining time. I also understand that while I will be joining them soon enough and will have to fess up and be held accountable for my life, my charge and challenge is to be forthright and tell it like it was/is in that interim. That has always been the motivation of my postings and the Might of Right and Rege’s passing has all the more punctuated that reality.

We have lost an indispensible and absolutely irreplaceable Champion in the Celtic music scene and the Scottish-American Community – an absolutely good guy. I knew Rege for going on thirty years through the Scottish Highland Games and mostly through his business enterprise of twenty years, The Celtic Trader. Even following my transfer to Texas we got together at the Texas Scottish Festival in Arlington and otherwise talked on the phone and swapped occasional e-mails and cards. Now, Rege wasn’t just another vagabond/gypsy vendor marching around to games, festivals and fairs around the country. He was here to make a buck, yes, but to also make a difference and create interest in music and its history.

Rege embraced an eclectic taste in music that included Celtic, Bluegrass, Hillbilly, Country (that Appalachian and sometimes Cajun connection) and everything in between and the preservation of those genres for future generations. He lived and breathed the national and international Celtic community and amassed an incredible and unequalled body of knowledge about Celtic music, the sounds of Appalachia and then forthrightly, painlessly and joyfully educated the rest of us. He was mentor (and as some put it “Midwife”) to individual musicians and groups in those genres and helped them take that next logical step to success for their and the community’s benefit. I daresay I was but one of many where Rege was an important Friend, guide and supporter over the years offering sincere, honest counsel and advice from music to myriad personal issues.

Rege was a macro thinker who always saw the big picture though with his incredible intuitive people, communication and insightful mentoring skills he was also able to drive down to the lowest common denominator. Through Celtic Trader and working with and through organizations like the Charlotte Folk Society he organized spontaneous and well planned ceilidhs and jam sessions where amateurs could showcase their musical talents, further develop their skills and preserve the traditions and music of our ancestors. Some of those folks have even moved on to the professional level. He appreciated, championed and was Friend to many groups and individuals including Clan Na Gael (Seven Nations), the now retired Maggie’s Fancy, The April Verch Band, Mint Hill’s own Stirling Bridge, Carolina Gator Gumbo, Jed Marum & Lonestar Stout, Alex Beaton, The Edinburgh Rambler - Ed Miller of Austin, Texas, Celtic Lark Margaret Gravitt, The Tannahill Weavers, the Texas-based group Clandestine, Runrig, John Whelan and the legendary and ever evolving WBT Briarhoppers and many, many more.

Rege was fully committed to the arts and music community serving for many years with other luminaries such as Tom Paxton, Fiona Ritchie, Tommy Sands and Dougie MacLean (among others) as an Advisory Board Member for The Swannanoa Gathering in Asheville, NC. Rege supported NPR (Thistle & Shamrock, Celtic Connections, Car Talk & Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me), WFAE, WNCW, Redbird School of Irish Music, The Celtic Exchange, Levine Museum of the New South, Bill Reid & East of the Hebrides Entertainments and any Scottish/Irish music gatherings including the North Texas Irish Festival (NTIF) here in Dallas’ Fair Park, the Texas Scottish Festival in Arlington, the Loch Norman Highland Games and the Carolina Renaissance Festival. Rege’s sense of humor put him squarely in the sights of Terry Foy aka Zilch the Tory Steller and his spoonerisms and musical talent at the Carolina Renaissance Festival. Rege loved and supported all pipe bands but his two favorites had to be the Loch Norman and Field Marshall Montgomery Pipe Bands.

Rege wasn’t shy about his Pennsylvania roots and his rabid enthusiasm for the Pittsburgh Steelers (a Steel Curtain Fanatic), the Pittsburgh Penguins and the Pittsburgh Pirates. The most recent Sunday night NFL football game appropriately pitted the 8-3 Pittsburgh Steelers against the equally high flying Baltimore Ravens. I thought there no doubt that Rege was watching and reveled at this incredibly brutal, physical contest that saw the Steeler’s star quarterback Ben Roethlisberger while already playing with a broken right foot, suffer a broken nose courtesy of a blow to/through the facemask by Baltimore Raven’s defensive tackle, Haloti Ngata (no penalty but a $15K fine?).

Roethlisberger despite a new nose with a strong right turn didn’t miss an offensive snap and the Steelers came from behind to defeat the Ravens 13-10. Roethlisberger stoically stated after the game, “…the broken nose took some of the pain away.” That performance conjured memories of football legends – Hall of Fame Quarterbacks Charlie Conerly (Ole Miss), Y. A. Tittle (LSU) and Bobby Layne (a Texas Longhorn) who along with all other players initially wore no facemasks and got clobbered all the time. It was a Rege kind of evening – you know all that character, integrity and perseverance stuff. Rege was the wind under the wings of the Steelers that night with the good guys triumphant in the end.

Rege’s love of the Boston Red Sox seems to go sideways with his Keystone mentality but he did live in Springfield, Massachusetts for a while fomenting that relationship. We never discussed the Red Sox even given my enthusiasm and years growing up in the shadow of Ted Williams in nearby Providence, Rhode Island though we did discuss the ins and outs of college athletics. Rege was a student athlete at Duquesne University (class of 1964) in Pittsburgh where as a Duke he used his almost 7 feet to great effectiveness on the basketball court. The storied Duquesne basketball program was most notable and dominant in the 50’s and 60’s so his selection and participation speaks to his prowess on the court (two NIT appearances).

With as mild mannered an exterior persona that one can muster Rege wasn’t at all tolerant of folks that couldn’t or wouldn’t pull their own weight and phonies that cared more for post-nominals and self-aggrandizement. He wasn’t afraid to engage political and humanitarian causes witness his support for organizations like Grassroots Leadership, Chase Community Giving and Samaritan House, NC. I saw him essentially give away CDs and other product from Celtic Trader to those who couldn’t afford to buy if he thought the customer worthy or if he could make a difference… I suspect that Celtic Trader never really provided Rege and Barb with a handsome living or any substantial payoff. It was always more of a labor of love.

When Rege and Barbara decided to retire from the Celtic Trader a huge vacuum was created in the music community though both remained supportive thereafter. Those who had jammed at Rege’s place wrote, a jig, Farewell to the Trader in honor of Rege and Barb on the occasion of their final jam session on July 27, 2006 at the Celtic Trader in Charlotte. It turned out to be an Irish wake of epic proportions where all raised a glass to the tall guy, and I know it was Glenmorangie and then some. We assume those same sentiments and actions will be once again expressed and embraced at a memorial session for Rege to be held in Charlotte on December 15, 2010. By the way those sessions which now continue roughly every six weeks are still known as the Celtic Trader Sessions… We are reminded of a now legendary 1998 Celtic Trader Hogmanay fete and music session where Rege later lamented distributing 30 semi-drunk musicians slide whistles. James Galway would have been proud…

After attending many Kingdome of Räknar Raids at Grandfather Mountain where he and Barbara consorted and partied with many other shakers and movers in the Scottish Community, Rege decided in 1990 to come out of the closet and was created Knight Legbittr at the Great Glasgow, KY Highland Gathering. He and Barbara the Barbarian became an indispensible and integral part of this fun loving and talented group.

Rege would not want us to mourn, rather to celebrate with Family and Friends a life well lived and the legacy of a lifetime of work that brought many of us together. I look around my home and he lives in every fabric of this dwelling. Rege hasn’t left us, rather lives on in us.

Rege has passed from this mortal plane and joined in Valhalla those sage and august members of the Kingdome of Räknar who constitute our pantheon of heroes including the iconic Hägar aka Bob Swanson, Fat Duncan, Ed Manson, John Morrison, Bill Wright, John MacLeod of MacLeod, Ralph Payne, Tom Raisbeck, Jamie MacKenzie-Frye, George MakGill, Danny Potter, Bill Matthews, Kenn Maxwell, Gary Morrison, Tom Dowd, Richard Gammon, Bob Southerland, Mad Max, Yes-Tad Sims and Jan Pennington Gray, My Friend Carl and all the other heroes of Räknar, perhaps like his predecessors being offered some mead by a Valkyrie - or two… Barb says it’s OK…

Aye,

Ned Buxton

Saturday, December 4, 2010

YIKES - I’VE BEEN SCANNED! KUDOS TO TSA!

On a recent trip to Canada via Dallas/Fort Worth and Detroit over the United States 2010 Thanksgiving break I experienced what I have always dreaded and avoided – holiday travel in the United States! With all the ruckus about the new scans and enhanced pat downs and the Transportation Security Administration’s (TSA) “fiendish mission to make flying safer” we were all braced for long waits, snarling and privacy-obsessed travelers intent on disrupting the security process and TSA “goons” salivating at the prospects of feeling us up or viewing our private parts (junk?)…. It never happened.

Apparently some saner personas amongst those who threatened to disrupt the transportation security system held sway and we never heard or saw any disturbance or Speedo® clad passengers though we heard about the two yahoos in Salt Lake City. Sanity and cooperation seems to have mostly prevailed – at least for one huge travel weekend, one brief fleeting moment in time… So noted.

There were no long lines and the always professional TSA staff managed the process well seemingly intent on being personable and making the passage from our cities and towns through their/our security gauntlet to our transportation systems as quickly and efficiently as possible. Indeed it would appear that duty-bound TSA folks while not at all enthusiastic about having to engage this process are doing their part to protect us all - Patriots all.

The one phrase that seems to characterize this last travel weekend was "tempest in a teapot" (works for me) with recent surveys indicating that 80% or more of Americans perceive our security processes as necessary, however inconvenient they may be. Tea Partiers please take note…

I want all my fellow passengers on any plane, train, bus – any public transportation - to have to potentially undergo the same stringent and ever evolving security measures. The key here is deterrent and the processes of that system, at least up to now, have kept us safe. Those that would disrupt this system are potentially putting us all at risk.

We need to aggressively engage ever evolving and sustainable security measures that will far exceed the capabilities of those that would do us harm. That will require the cooperation of all in government, domestic and foreign, and a motivated and cooperative citizenry properly educated on the potential risks.

So, for those of you that will drive a lot more and use the airlines a lot less……… Thank you very much. I feel so confident in our system that I am going to travel again by air over the Christmas holidays. Might become a habit… Well done TSA…

Aye,

Ned Buxton