The Pullman Case

When I discovered that my Great Great Uncle Edward Casey worked for the Pullman Company in Chicago for 42 years I became interested in learning more about life working for Pullman, living in his company town, and the landmark strike of 1894 and legal battle that followed. Searching on Amazon, I ordered The Pullman Case to read up on the subject. I was a bit disappointed when it arrived to see what a thin volume it was. I had hoped to find something that provided a real sense of what it was like to be a Pullman employee in Chicago in 1894, and this was not the book to fill that need.

It did, however, provide a bigger picture view of things. Where I was looking for a book about a single tree, I got a overview of the forest. The title of the book is ‘The Pullman Case’ after all, at it gave background on the Pullman Company, it’s founder George Pullman, his company town and the workers he employed. But this book also introduced the labor leaders, politicians, prosecutors and defenders who carried out the struggle in the courtrooms. Of particular interest to me was the amazing extent to which the government worked directly with and for the railroads. I was interested to learn that a young railroad attorney, Clarence Darrow, switched sides to defend the workers.

George Pullman died in 1897. So fearful was he that the hatred he had engendered among his workers would lead them to dig up and desecrate his body, that he was buried in one of his own train cars, under crisscrossed iron rails with cement poured on top.

My Great Great Uncle Edward Casey worked for Pullman’s company until 1927 and died a year later in 1928. I may never be able to uncover exactly how the turmoil of the time affected him personally, but in gaining a broader understanding of the time and place, I think I can at least get closer to understanding what it must have been like.

13 Miles an Hour

I live about 40 miles from my job in Washington, DC. Yahoo Maps says it should take me an hour and six minutes to get home from there, while Google Maps offers a more optimistic 49 minute prediction. I wish.

Reality today was three hours from door to door. We had plans for a night out in Alexandria tonight, but after that ordeal in my car, getting back in it and heading back towards the city is at the bottom of my list of things to do.

I’m fortunate to have the flexibility to work from home a few days a week (thank you Nathaniel). A few more commutes like the one I suffered this evening would be enough to push me right over the edge into some serious road rage.

(note: this is the first post in a new category, ‘rants’, my outlet for bitching, moaning and whining. Hopefully I won’t have to use it too often.)

Greetings from Sayulita

It’s hard to believe we actually pulled it off, but me and four buddies, determined to see more of each other and to use the year we all turn 40 as the perfect excuse, have found our way to Sayulita, Nayrit, Mexico. We’re staying in an amazing house, Casa Caracol (which means ‘Snail House’ due to its shape), at the top of Gringo Hill. We have an amazing view of the Pacific Ocean, a pool, and a just plain crazy house that feels like something from through the looking glass. Only the photos, which will follow when I get home, can do this any justice, so stay tuned for those. I just needed to get a quick blog entry in while actually here 🙂 Adios.

The Stink of Tom Delay

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“The time will come for the men responsible for this to answer for their behavior, but not today.”
House Majority Leader Tom Delay, 3/31/05

Rep. Tom Delay seems to be in a heap of long overdue trouble. His abuses of power are many, and the Constitution is his frequent target. His most recent outrage, a not too subtle threat against judges who choose to follow the law rather than his own wishes, deserves to be the the last straw.

In my own backyard, Virginia Delegate Jeff Frederick, has enlisted Delay’s support to raise money for his campaign for re-election this fall. It’s easy to see why a first-term Delegate to a state legislature would relish any attention and support from their party’s House leader. But he has to be hoping that whatever money Delay can help deliver doesn’t bring with it the growing stink that comes attached with anything Delay touches.

The time for men to answer for their behavior may indeed be coming, but not for the judges who upheld the law and our Constitution. Instead for the man who has too often displayed utter disregard for the laws and Constitution upon which our government is based, and seeks to make his own rules when they stand in the way of his agenda.

for further reading:

Shame on Tom Delay
Fort-Worth Star Telegram, 4/3/05
(free registration required)

Texecrable
The Free-Lance Star, Fredericksburg, VA, 4/1/05

Tom Delay to help Frederick with Fundraiser
Potomac News, VA, 4/1/05

Adding Insult to Injury

It’s been a long Friday for our kitty Spaz. Last night he came in after midnight all scraped up, and I presumed he had been in a cat fight. But today it was clear he suffered more than just scrapes, as he spent the whole day on the floor, unable to stand up.

At the vet this afternoon they confirmed that the fight Spaz had lost was more likely versus a car, and X-rays revealed a broken pelvis to go along with the ‘road rash’ scrapes. Fortunately the location of the break called for a restful self-recovery, rather than surgery. Two months lying in a box, previous history tells me Spaz will handle this well.

Since Spaz was already sedated for his X-rays, the Vet asked if I wanted to go ahead and take the opportunity to neuter him. “Go for it”, I instructed, “He’s having a bad day already.”

You’ve got eight lives left cat, but no more balls.

In Memory of Lirpa Sloof

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In March 1994, an acquaintance forwarded to me an E-mail message he had received from a mailing list to which he subscribed. The message referred to a column by John C. Dvorak that appeared in the April 1994 issue of PC Computing magazine, and described a legislative effort under way in the United States Senate. In his column Dvorak described Senate Bill 040194, a bill “designed to prohibit anyone from using a public computer network (Information Highway) while the computer user is intoxicated”, and also make it illegal to “discuss sexual matters”. The bill, sponsored by Senator Patrick Leahy and co-sponsored by Kennedy, was crafted by members of Congress who know so little about computer networks that they think the “Info Highway” is an actual road. The column reported Senator Pat Moynihan asking “if you needed a driving permit to ‘drive’ a modem on the Information Highway! He has no clue what a modem is, and neither does the rest of Congress”.

One ominous result of the bill was the FBI’s plans to conduct wiretaps “on any computer if there is any evidence that the owner uses or abuses alcohol and has access to a modem.” A new law enforcement group called the Online Enforcement Agency was said to be placing want ads soliciting wiretap experts.

With strong support from Baptist Ministers and no member of Congress willing either able to understand technology or “come out and support drunkenness and computer sex”, the bill was on the fast track to passage. Readers were told they could register their complaints with Ms. Lirpa Sloof in the Senate Legislative Analysts Office, whose “name spelled backwards says it all.”

I would have probably found the column to be more amusing had I not been frustrated at how it had chosen to pick Senator Kennedy as a target. But the last thing I’d expected was that anybody could actually believe it to be true. I did have the advantage of certainty. I knew this story was not true. And there were plenty of clues in the story itself to help reader reach that conclusion. The title, “Lair of Slop”, is an anagram for April Fools. At the end of the column, “Lirpa Sloof…Her name spelled backward says it all.”, April Fools. And the bill number itself, 040194, a date, April Fools Day. But even these clues did not prevent a large number of people from believing it. It didn’t take long after PC Computing hit mailboxes and newsstands before the first calls and E-mails began arriving in Kennedy’s office, followed shortly by faxes and letters. The offices of the other Senators mentioned in the article also started hearing from outraged constituents.

I was surprised that people could believe the story, but my surprise grew even more when people I knew personally and who knew of my efforts to put Senator Kennedy online told me of their concern over this bill. Even Jonathan Gourd, sysop of North Shore Mac, the BBS on which Kennedy’s online efforts had begun, posted a message to his system encouraging readers to contact Congress and protest this bill. The whole tale was taken as fact by an even wider audience after initial messages of alarm, posted by people who’d read and believed the article, convinced many others of the Senate’s evil intentions without them having had the opportunity to read the story and perhaps catch the clues for themselves.

It was apparent that this story had the potential to become an “urban legend” of the Net. Just like other oft retold and wildly inaccurate stories such as the one about the proposed FCC modem tax or the dying boy who wanted Get Well cards, the Senate’s Information Highway Drunk Driving Bill was proving to be a tale with legs that could rapidly traverse the Net.

In an attempt to prevent Dvorak’s column from spawning another net legend, I posted an explanatory message (with the article included) to the ACE groups mailing list and encouraged readers to repost it where appropriate to help prevent the rumor’s spread. This message did get around and was reprinted in the widely read RISKS-FORUM Digest among other places. On March 30 a brief article about the hoax appeared in the Washington Post. These efforts seemed to work, calls from concerned constituents decreased.

In late October I received an E-mail message from a gentlemen who described himself as a Ph.D. in physical chemistry and an Internet user. He wrote that he had read the article and was concerned about this bill. Explaining passionately why he felt the bill was wrong, he offered his own expertise to Senator Kennedy as a scientific consultant to help prevent such misguided legislation. I e-mailed him an explanation and by that afternoon he’d sent a note expressing his own embarrassment at having missed the clues and believed the story. He was the last person I heard from on the subject.

In the year following Dvorak’s April Fools stab at the Senate, the Senate passed the Digital Telephony or wiretap bill. It’s purpose is to protect the government’s ability to eavesdrop on the Information Superhighway. In June 1995 the Senate passed the Communications Decency Act, a bill sponsored by Senator Exon of Nebraska, an effort to “clean up” the dark alley’s of the Internet and make them safe for children.

I have a much better understanding now of the people who didn’t see the humor in John Dvorak’s April Fools joke. Ironically, Senator Leahy has been the Senate’s most outspoken advocate for protecting the Net from misguided and damaging government intrusion, and not the sponsor of such as Dvorak’s column made him. Kennedy and Moynihan, both made out as ignorant of the Net in the article, were actually both among the 16 Senators to oppose the Exon bill when it came to a vote in the Senate.

excerpted from ‘The Hill On The Net: Congress Enters the Information Age‘ with the kind permission of the author
copyright 1996-2005 by Chris Casey

And I’m ‘Almost’ Old!

So, as the previous post points out, I live in the state whose population is growing fatter faster than the other forty-nine.

And now, the Supreme Court has made it official that I’m just months shy of turning ‘old’.

“In a victory for older workers, the Supreme Court concluded Wednesday that people over 40 can sue for alleged age discrimination under a less burdensome legal standard of proof.”

Supreme Court eases way for age discrimination suits
CNN.com, 3/30/05

At my job, I expect such age discrimination may first go on display come softball season when my co-workers are likely to put me in right field or on the bench. Then again, that’s where I played when I was eight as well, hmmm.

Regardless, I’m doomed to be fat and old. What a week! Next stop, male pattern baldness!

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