Health care reform 2.0

Okay, the Supreme Court upheld ObamaCare, sort of, and health care reform is back on the political front burner. That’s a good thing. The first attempt at fixing the health care system was bound to turn out like the first pancake. Now it’s time to discard the imperfect result, turn down the heat and try again.

When Congress initially began working on this issue I was delighted. For many years I was a poster child for health insurance reform: self-employed with an unhealthy wife and monthly insurance premiums the size of a mortgage payment. We changed insurance carriers every year or two when the insurance company either went broke or dropped whatever group we were in. Over the years I joined two unions and a fishing club to get group coverage.

I studied the health insurance issue when I worked with a state hospital association a few years ago, and learned about the potential for reform and the wide range of possible solutions. As I watched the sausage-making in Congress, however, I was appalled at the outcome.

The good news is that the law will change because it’s unsustainable in its present form. This will happen sooner if Republicans win in November, or later (and more painfully) as unintended consequences and soaring costs drag down what’s left of the economy.

Gov. Romney can’t repeal Obamacare if he’s elected president (and I wish he’d stop promising to do so). But since the law gives the administration sweeping authority to write the rules, the next president can make significant changes – such as granting waivers to states and Catholic hospitals rather than unions.

If we are lucky, a balanced Congress and moderate president can give the Unaffordable Care Act some needed body-and-fender work while keeping special interests in check. Perhaps they will have the freedom to consider options that were off the table in 2009 such as:

  • Limitations on medical malpractice lawsuits;
  • Allowing health insurance companies to compete across state lines;
  • Expanding health savings accounts and competitive Medicare Advantage plans;
  • Allowing Medicare to negotiate lower drug prices;
  • Making it easier for small businesses to join together in group plans;
  • Low-cost catastrophic insurance for healthy young people; and
  • Allowing uninsured people to “buy in” to the group plans government employees have.

Fortunately, my personal stake in health insurance reform is less than it used to be because I am now covered by Medicare, Tricare for military retirees and the Veterans Administration. (That’s three kinds of socialized medicine, which makes me feel conflicted when I watch Fox News.)

Still, I will rest easier if Congress gives back the $500 billion it took out of Medicare to pay for Obamacare.

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Political wisecracks I cannot resist

Why do the politicians who oppose government regulation of business want the government to regulate marriage and pregnancy?

I never thought much of President George W. Bush. Didn’t vote for him. Now I’m starting to like the guy. I guess President Obama really has transformed the political landscape.

If we re-elect President Obama, will he continue to complain about the mess he inherited from President Bush? Or, if we elect Gov. Romney, will he complain about the mess he inherits from President Obama? Can we get both candidates to make a no-whining campaign pledge?

My brother had a great idea a few years ago: require elected officials to wear the logos of their contributors the way NASCAR drivers do. That would sure liven up the Senate.

No politicians are pandering to me and I resent that. President Obama is pandering to Hispanics, women, gays and college students. Gov. Romney is pandering to the Tea Party and the evangelicals. Being pandered to is becoming a civil right and I feel discriminated against. My vote has to be worth something.

Now that Joe Biden has redefined the role of the Vice President as the crazy uncle of the administration, Newt Gingrich could make a great running mate for Gov. Romney. I’d buy a ticket to that debate.

Should there be a statute of limitations on calling existing tax rates a tax cut? I guess ending a tax cut, even after 12 years, sounds more palatable than raising taxes.

If we’re serious about separation of church and state, why do we allow the government to perform marriages? The only thing the state needs to care about is a contract between two people. Calling that contract a marriage – instead of, say, a spousal agreement – means that people get the state mixed up with their churches and seek to impose their religious beliefs on the rest of the population.

When politicians complain about special interests, why are they talking mostly about big corporations and not about unions, trial lawyers, farmers, realtors and environmental groups?

It’s surprising to hear that President Obama’s reelection campaign is operating at a deficit, spending more than it’s taking in. (Okay, maybe that’s not surprising after all.) The obvious solution is to get the rich to pay their fair share. Warren Buffett and George Clooney need to come up with bigger campaign contributions to spare the Prez the embarrassment of asking the Chinese for a loan.

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Keeping up appearances

Another in my series of sea stories that are mostly true.

Tradition is important in the Navy, from uniforms to shipboard protocol. The design of the double-breasted dress blue officers’ uniform has not changed significantly in a century or so. When I was commissioned I had to go into hock to buy the required regalia, including a sword that still hangs on my wall. We even carried, but rarely wore, gloves with the service dress blue uniform.

The Navy has a strict rule that hats are never to be worn inside a building. In fact, the bar of every officers’ club had a sign: He who enters covered here will buy the house a round of cheer. Whenever an absentminded fellow wandered in wearing a hat the bartender rang a bell, cheering patrons ordered a drink and the offender reached for his wallet.

Military appearance was a challenge on a tiny minesweeper patrolling the coast of Vietnam. The ship had no air-conditioning, no laundry, no barber, and was at sea in the tropics for two months at a time. Our uniform of the day was a ballcap, t-shirt, cut-off shorts (khaki for officers and dungaree for enlisted) flip-flop sandals and sometimes sidearms. One of the perks of Vietnam was that the Navy allowed men to wear beards, so we looked like a band of pirates with matching outfits.

Our captain had been an admiral’s aide and tried to maintain some sort of wardroom decorum. At first he required officers to dress for dinner by wearing shirts. This lasted about a week.

Swift Boat base at An Thoi

During one cruise the captain and I went ashore for a briefing at An Thoi, a coastal island in the Gulf of Thailand where a newly established base consisted of Quonset huts, sandbags and barbed wire.

After the briefing we were invited to the officers’ club for a drink. The captain thought the guy was kidding. Such a primitive outpost could not possibly have an officers’ club. Our host ushered us into a Quonset hut with a plywood bar, a fridge and little else. Didn’t look like any officers’ club we had ever seen.

The captain did not believe this was a genuine officers’ club and neglected to remove his ballcap. Suddenly, a guy popped up from behind the bar and banged on a shell casing. The captain bought a beer for all three of us. And swore me to secrecy.

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Democracy in Wisconsin

Reaction to the recall election in Wisconsin will be reverberating for a while.

For the record, my roots are on both sides of the controversy. My father was a union organizer in the 1930s. I worked in corporate public relations on the management side of a half-dozen strikes.

Unions can check stupid managers and keep people like office-building janitors from being exploited. Unions win more than half of certification elections and companies whose employees vote for a union – in a fair, secret-ballot election — usually deserve what they get.

The larger impact is that the threat of unionization gives smart businesses an incentive to treat employees well. Whether WalMart has a union is irrelevant (except to union bosses) so long as WalMart continues to give its employees a better deal than the union offers.

Collective bargaining works when there’s a balance of power and a level playing field. Workers are at a disadvantage when management holds all the cards, and they lose jobs when unions have enough power to make a business uncompetitive (as in the steel and automotive industries).

The market forces that balance labor and management in private business do not exist in the public sector. Collective bargaining for government employees is a stacked deck: Unions contribute to the politicians who negotiate their contracts and usually control both sides of the bargaining table.

State and local governments have no competition, cannot go out of business and are unwilling to take a strike. Government officials are under pressure to preserve labor peace by giving in to the unions… and besides, it’s not their money.

For many years public employees were not well paid but were guaranteed job security instead. The “right” to collective bargaining for government employees was considered redundant and did not emerge until the late 1950s. It’s worth noting that federal employees do not have the same “right” to bargain for pay and benefits. You don’t see downtrodden employees from the GSA picketing the Capitol.

Paying teachers and firefighters a little more sounded fair enough. But now government employees, on average, get higher pay and dramatically better benefits than private-sector workers. Years of exponentially unsustainable pensions and benefits have brought some states to the debt levels of Greece:  forcing them to cut public services to support lavish pensions for youthful retirees. Taxpayers were bound to push back sooner or later.

Pushing back is difficult because public employee unions are a self-perpetuating political engine. Revenue from union dues purchases political influence to create jobs and privileges for government employees, all at taxpayer expense. Government, in effect, has become its own special interest that dominates the political landscape.

It may be no accident that much of the 2009 federal stimulus went to “create and save” local and state government jobs. A percentage of the borrowed billions went for union dues and was contributed to the politicians who voted for the stimulus. Sweet! 

Ultimately, the donnybrook in Wisconsin was about regime change and not workers’ rights. The existential threat was that union membership for public employees became voluntary instead of mandatory. Dues collection dropped sharply and that hit union bosses and their pet politicians in their pocketbooks. Wonder how many public employees who chanted outside the state capitol last year have quietly stopped paying their union dues?

At the same time the people of Wisconsin were retaining their governor, two California cities overwhelmingly voted to reduce pensions for city employees because skyrocketing pension costs were forcing cuts in services.

In the weeks to come we will hear a lot about the woeful plight of government workers in Wisconsin. Taking something away from people, however privileged, is a legitimate cause for anger — especially if their leaders tell them they have a constitutional right to all those perks. There will be a lot of emotional hyperbole because picket-line theater is what unions do and they’re good at it. I found it challenging to be a management spokesman during strikes because unions have all those great songs about solidarity.

If it’s any consolation, these unfortunates will still be paid more than their private-sector counterparts. They will contribute more to their pensions but not as much as their neighbors who work for private business. Government workers will still be mostly fireproof, though some agencies may hold them accountable for performance. (Oh, the injustice!) Most important, they still have jobs because the new reforms have enabled local governments and school districts to avoid layoffs. They also may have more money in their pockets because they no longer have to pay union dues and their property taxes aren’t going up. Armageddon it’s not.

The union explanation of the Wisconsin recall is that Republican money won the election, which implies that voters had nothing to do with it. Including, I suppose, the 37% of union members who voted for Gov. Walker.

In election-night TV coverage, one of the union supporters wailed that Gov. Walker’s victory is the end of democracy. It looks to me like democracy is working just fine.

 

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God save the Queen (and her grandkids, too)

At the risk of visualizing the Founding Fathers rotating in their hallowed graves, I’ve been enjoying the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth. Just as everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day, even the most patriotic Americans can get sentimental when the Brits trot out their royalty.

Part of this kinship is a shared heritage and culture and a (mostly) common language. We can credit the Founding Fathers with the sense to hang on to the best British stuff, such as Shakespeare and the Magna Carta, instead of stamping out every vestige of the old order as the French and Bolsheviks did. It’s hard to visualize a similar bond between any other two nations, even those with similar cultures (think India and Pakistan or the Balkans).

It’s easy to embrace the British (and Canadians and Australians) because they’re so much like us. We may find it hard to relate to the odd customs of the French, Arabs or Chinese, but we tolerate the eccentricities of the Brits (such as warm beer and driving on the wrong side) because they’re family – like the goofy uncle who tells embarrassing jokes but you love him anyway. We’ve even forgiven the Brits for burning the White House.

It probably helps that I’m part Scottish. Whenever I hear bagpipes I get the urge to invade something, and when my daughter painted herself blue at the age of two I chalked it up to genetics.

Watching the Queenfest was fun because nobody does pomp and circumstance like the British. No other people can be so dignified and so zany at the same time: the Queen doing her understated wrist-wave from the royal barge while rain-soaked subjects with painted faces cavort in the streets. Super Bowl halftime shows and Moscow May Day parades just don’t measure up.

Even the Americans who claim to dislike the British do not take it all that seriously. A sailor on my ship in the Navy, a streetwise kid from Brooklyn, was intensely Irish and disparaged the English daily… until he went ashore in Hong Kong. There his favorite pastime was to walk into a bar frequented by British sailors, settle in with a beer, and then stand up and loudly propose a toast to the Queen. The Brits cheered and bought him a beer or two. Then he would move on to the next Royal Navy bar and repeat the performance.

The royal family is fascinating because they are fairy-tale and folksy at the same time. TV coverage of the 1994 Winter Olympics showed the King of Norway hanging out with the spectators like an ordinary working stiff. You won’t catch the Windsors rubbing elbows in the crowd, but hearts melt every time the Queen dotes on a toddler.

If nothing else, the royals are so damned durable that they eventually grow on you. Tabloid scandals are momentary blips in a reign of decades and the tradition of centuries. Prince Charles has developed a sense of humor (something new for the Windsors). He will make an engaging monarch if he outlives his mum, and the next generation is off to a classy start.

Memo to the Founding Fathers: The royals have learned from the mistakes of George III. It’s okay to love them again..

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Thank you for your service

Being a veteran is trendy in New Mexico. When I wear my U.S. Navy Retired ballcap, people walk up to me on the street and thank me for my service. That surprises me every time because veterans of my generation got no thanks, especially those of us who served in Vietnam.

I was never an uber-patriot but found it natural to join the Navy when I graduated from college. The draft helped, as did my aversion to honest labor after working all through college. I was bucking a trend because many of my peers contrived to either avoid the draft or wangle a stateside assignment as a company clerk.

When my active duty ended in 1968, I never encountered the outright hostility that greeted some Vietnam veterans as described in Bob Greene’s Homecoming. Instead, I encountered quiet indifference.

I found myself several years behind my peers in building a civilian career. Most employers regarded my military service as lost time. One career counselor advised me not to mention that I had served in Vietnam when I interviewed for jobs (even though I never saw active combat and did not kill a single baby). I was fortunate to join a company that gave me credit for my experience in managing people and resources as a naval officer.

Over the years, people of my generation have told me that they protested the war in Vietnam but assured me that they always supported the troops. That’s not the way I remember it.

When I became active in the reserves in the 1970s the armed forces were largely invisible. On my first reserve tour in the Pentagon, everyone wore civilian clothes instead of uniforms. In Chicago, I was the only person at work or in my neighborhood who attended weekend reserve meetings and got static from one supervisor for my two weeks of annual active duty. When I wore my summer white uniform, some of my neighbors may have thought I was selling ice cream on the side.

One effect of this period was that military people became more isolated from the rest of America. As recently as the 1980s I encountered career officers who still thought civilian society was dominated by longhaired hippies. We still may be feeling the effects of this divide: ROTC has been excluded from some college campuses for decades, and today’s military force is more representative of the South and West than the United States as a whole.

I have always thought it was a bad decision to rely so heavily on reservists and the National Guard to sustain the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan instead of expanding the armed forces. One positive result, however, is that widespread participation in the wars has raised awareness of the sacrifices of our service people and their families.

As a Vietnam veteran, I am touched by the outpouring of support and gratitude for today’s returning veterans. In Albuquerque, service people returning from overseas are greeted by cheering crowds at the airport. That may be because New Mexico has always had a big military presence, but I hope this is happening in other parts of the country.

It’s great to see that caring for military veterans has become a national priority. Now we need to elect more veterans to Congress. I find it disturbing that most politicians who commit American lives to conflict have never served themselves. It’s also good to see that we can have a healthy anti-war movement and still support our troops: Perhaps we are maturing as a nation.

When someone thanks me for my service, I hope it’s a sign that things have changed since the 1960s. Some day I may get used to it.

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Getting in touch with my inner sailor

Nearly all my 25-year career in the Navy, mostly in the reserves, was spent behind a desk. But just as every member of the Army and Marines is a rifleman at heart, every Navyman is a sailor. So it was with me. Although my advancement in the Navy was due to my expertise in public affairs and not my seamanship, my one tour of sea duty forever cemented my kinship with sailors everywhere.

The sea fascinated me from childhood. I read C.S. Forester’s Horatio Hornblower books  and watched Victory at Sea on TV. After college I joined the Navy, got a crash course in seamanship and navigation in officers’ training and, with typical military logic, was stationed in Albuquerque, New Mexico. This was not what I had in mind when I joined the Navy. I volunteered for anything that would get me out of there and was transferred to a minesweeper based in Japan.

Minesweepers clear sea mines to prevent other ships from being blown up. Modern mines are triggered by the magnetism of a ship’s steel hull or the sound of its engines, so minesweepers are built of wood with mostly nonmagnetic equipment and quiet engines. The idea is for the ship to pass safely over a mine while the minesweeping gear it is towing –which pulses an electrical charge or makes noise – detonates the mine safely astern. This is an inexact science, so minesweepers are small and cheap.

USS Woodpecker

The result is what one writer called “belligerent-looking yachts wearing grey paint.” At 144 feet long and 400 tons my ship, a coastal minesweeper, was one of the smallest ships in the Navy. Coastal minesweepers were named for birds and my ship was the USS WOODPECKER (MSC-209). We may have had the toughest crew in the Seventh Fleet: Our enlisted men wore a uniform patch with the ship’s name and felt compelled to defend it in every bar in town. (One of our sister ships was USS ALBATROSS (MSC-289), whose crew apparently had not read Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner.)

My wife saw the ship for the first time when we returned from a cruise shortly after she arrived in Japan. She said: “You went to sea in that?”

Minesweeper sailors take a perverse pride in their tiny, rough-riding ships. Some cannot resist challenging larger ships as a gag. The captain of a minesweeper I was riding in a fleet exercise in the 1970s tweaked a nearby cruiser with the message “Your money or your life.” The cruiser replied: “Any attempt on either will result in world’s largest pile of matchsticks.”

Years later I visited an aircraft carrier and mentioned during dinner conversation that I had served on a 400-ton minesweeper. I was told: “That’s about how much we eat.”

 

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Whatever happened to journalism?

It would be tempting to mourn the passing of the golden age of journalism.

In the 1960s the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University initiated me into a quasi-priesthood of accuracy, fairness and balance. It was a reporters’ boot camp where crusty, ex-editor professors like the legendary Richard Hainey unleashed withering scorn on any unchecked fact or unattributed source. It was drummed into us that our first responsibility was to our readers and our stories were bigger than we were.

In my first job as a reporter for a community newspaper I was delighted when my stories angered people on both sides of an issue. Later, as a corporate media spokesman in Chicago, I encountered occasional bias and sloppy reporting but found the vast majority of reporters to be straight shooters. In those days we venerated Walter Cronkite and cheered the meticulous digging of Woodward and Bernstein.

The media landscape that nourished a couple of generations of great journalism has been paved over by economics and technology. Metropolitan newspapers and news magazines are withering:  Those that have survived declining advertising revenue have downsized their editorial staffs. The major television networks have lost chunks of their audience to cable TV and can no longer afford blue-ribbon news operations. And both print and broadcast media face growing competition from the Internet.

At a time when nobody can afford to hire reporters, technology has put the news cycle on steroids. Stories that went unreported until the evening newscast or morning paper now go viral on the Internet and are quickly picked up by multiple cable news outlets to fill 24 hours of airtime.

One result is the tabloidization of news. Local police stories such as missing toddlers or hostage situations are now national news because they build ratings and are cheaper to cover than the economy or the nuances of foreign relations. The media herd instinct means that a sensational but trivial story such as the Casey Anthony trial sucks the oxygen out of the news schedule for weeks at a time. For a news junkie like me, it’s a helpless feeling to get on the treadmill at the gym and realize that there will be no actual news on any of the TV news channels for at least half an hour… so it’s either the sports channel or the Home Shopping Network.

Think of the great news coverage we could have seen if the media had assigned all the reporters who covered Michael Jackson’s death to develop stories on the economy instead. But would anyone have watched it?

Another trend is the breakdown of boundaries between news, entertainment and opinion. Network news anchors are chosen for celebrity appeal rather than reporting skill, and political operatives double as news magazine columnists and television news show hosts. One result is that political coverage – fueled by today’s climate of hyper-partisanship and the celebrity appeal of President Obama – has become more overtly partisan. Wonder what my journalism professors would think of Al Sharpton hosting a TV news show one day and leading a demonstration the next?

It had never occurred to me to watch Fox News until I saw Charlie Gibson’s interview with Sarah Palin on ABC News during the 2008 campaign. I’m no fan of Palin, but Gibson’s interview was a textbook display of bias: the raised eyebrow, patronizing tone and “gotcha” questions, especially compared with his fawning interview of candidate Obama. So I now channel-surf between CNN and Fox in the hope that the truth will be somewhere in the middle.

This year’s presidential campaign is a bonanza for media-watchers. Was there a connection between political-operative-turned-newscaster George Stephanopoulos’ unexpected question about birth control during a Republican debate and the Obama administration’s birth-control mandate a few weeks later? One wonders. Why does the Washington Post do a front-page story about Mitt Romney’s high-school pranks when polls show voters are most concerned about the economy? Does anyone outside network newsrooms really believe that gay marriage, free birth control and student loans are the most important issues to the electorate?

Amid all the controversy there’s not much reporting going on. National TV news programs are more likely to rely on pundit panels than reporters, and the Washington Post “expose” on Romney’s antics 50 years ago appears to be flunking the Woodward-Bernstein test.

It’s hard to tell whether this is a vast, left-wing media conspiracy, as Fox News claims, or merely a half-vast effort to boost ratings and circulation by grabbing the easy headline. Either way, it’s going to be a nasty campaign that may further tarnish the credibility of the national news media, especially if they fail to re-elect President Obama.

I don’t see partisan news media as a threat to democracy. We’ve survived worse. The fulminations of Glenn Beck and Keith Olbermann and, for that matter, the SuperPAC attack ads, are tame compared to what newspapers of yore published about John Adams and Thomas Jefferson.

The silver lining is that the Internet has democratized newsgathering and put it into a fishbowl. Everything that happens anywhere is going to be reported on somebody’s blog, everyone with a cell phone is a photojournalist and the whole world is watching. The traditional news media no longer have a monopoly on news coverage. Anything they decline to report, or that their thin-spread news staffs miss, will inevitably pop up on the web and quickly go public. A growing number of national stories now originate in blogs and are picked up by the media.

If you’re as addicted to news and opinion as I am, today’s media scene is hog heaven. I channel-surf several news networks and read a local newspaper, a couple of news magazines, the Wall Street Journal website and selected blogs. My consumption of news and information is limited only by my desire to get a life. 

One can argue that more obvious media bias may help citizens become the thoughtful voters the framers of the Constitution had in mind. It’s easy to tell where MSNBC, Fox News, the Huffington Post and the Daily Caller are coming from, and consumers can weigh the alternative viewpoints of multiple sources. Everybody trusted Walter Cronkite a generation ago but today’s viewers are more skeptical, as evidenced by the rapid growth of cable news and the decline of the major networks. Some folks will flock to media that mirror their political views, but the diversity of media outlets means that issues will be raised and opposing viewpoints will be heard.

What has not changed is that the hardcore journalism is I learned is still alive and well in local newsrooms. Local newspapers and TV stations, even in a secondary market such as Albuquerque, are doing superb investigative reporting and earning Pulitzer prizes the old-fashioned way. Last week a local TV station followed city employees around with camera crews and sifted through records to expose illegal use of handicapped parking passes. The TV networks may be giving President Obama a pass, but the mayor had better watch out.

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A walk on the handicapped side

The Boomer generation is destined to be the handicapped parking generation. I got my handicapped parking pass sooner than expected. Happily, it’s temporary.

The blue placard with the wheelchair logo is the result of my first snowshoe hike in the mountains in early February. Snowshoeing is easy, they told me. If you can walk you can snowshoe, they said. Well, some of us cannot snowshoe and chew gum at the same time. I tripped, went down and felt the tendon above my knee snap. A few days later they wheeled me into surgery at the local veterans’ hospital.

I was impressed with the VA hospital, by the way. I received excellent care and was treated with more respect than my late wife got in a succession of private hospitals. It was fun to swap war stories with my roommates, and I was reminded of how lucky I am when the x-ray technician asked if I had any shrapnel or steel plates in my body.

When I came home from the hospital I knew what to expect because my wife was disabled for many years. I have her to thank for our decision to buy a one-story house with a walk-in shower. I had it easy because my knee was not especially painful, just immobilized in a knee brace that kept my left leg straight.

Being disabled required reorganizing my lifestyle. After years of walking across the house on impulse, I learned to plan every perambulation by wheelchair or walker: Do I have everything I need before leaving the bedroom in the morning? What else do I expect to use from the kitchen cabinet that’s within reach? I forwarded incoming phone calls to my cell phone and moved frequently used objects from high shelves to my desk and countertop.

How do you put on a sock when you can’t reach your foot? One of my wife’s handicapped gadgets, a plastic half-pipe with straps, solved that problem. A long-handled grabber device helped me retrieve the morning paper and put the cats’ food dishes on the floor. I learned to bathe by sitting on a shower seat, sticking my towel-wrapped bum leg out the shower door and using the hand shower.

Carrying things is a challenge when you need both hands to hold yourself up on a walker or crutches. A travel mug helped me transport my ever-present coffee or soda from the kitchen to my desk without spills. Dining entailed a multi-step process to move the plate from one kitchen counter to another and eventually to the table.

Fear of running out of reading material was a handy excuse to buy a Kindle e-book reader, which also fits neatly into a pocket of my cargo pants for those long waits at the doctor’s office.

I don’t need my left leg to drive, but was housebound for a while because my immobilized leg would not fit through the door opening of my Subaru. Eventually I was able to tilt the power seat back, do some gymnastics to maneuver my leg into the car and start using that handicapped parking pass. The electric carts stores provide for the disabled are handy but are too slow – and are not much help in reaching the top grocery shelf or opening the tall, glass doors in the frozen food aisle.

Two months after my surgery, my left leg is no longer immobilized in a brace and I will soon switch from a crutch to a cane. I expect to stop using my handicapped parking pass long before it expires. In the meantime, it’s handy to park close to any building (except the VA hospital, where the number of disabled vets far exceeds the available parking space).

I’m grateful my disability is temporary, and that my introduction to disabled living taught me some lessons that will be helpful in my inevitable geriatric future.

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My favorite spectator sport

If politicians did not exist I probably would be a big fan of professional wrestling. But politicians are so much more colorful and comic.

It’s probably my upbringing. I grew up in Chicago, was an avid reader of Mike Royko’s columns and covered city hall as a college-student reporter for a community newspaper. In the years when the Sox and the Bears were losing it was always entertaining to watch City Hall. You never knew what Mayor Daley was going to say, or which alderman or ex-governor would be indicted next.

So I feel right at home in New Mexico. Politicians here are just as corrupt as the ones in Illinois but have a banana-republic obviousness that I find endearing.

Typical New Mexico voters

The latest reality show is the border town of Sunland Park, where a candidate for mayor was arrested for extortion after he threatened to release a video of his opponent getting a lap dance. The extortionist was elected mayor, but under the terms of his bond is not permitted to set foot in city hall or talk to city employees. He plans to take the oath of office by phone. Other city employees are facing charges of voter fraud, including bringing Texas residents across the border to vote. The last mayor of Sunland Park has not been seen since he admitted that he was drunk when he signed a major city contract. City council meetings there have been compared to the Jerry Springer show.

In Columbus, another border town, much of the city government is in jail for smuggling guns to a Mexican drug cartel. Perhaps it’s payback for Pancho Villa’s raid in 1916.

One of the state’s elected public utility commissioners resigned in a plea bargain after he was charged with campaign fund violations, embezzlement and a massive spending spree with a government gasoline credit card. Auditors got suspicious when he bought huge quantities of gas and charged a chimichanga at a convenience store. The commissioner’s defense was that he has a drug problem (and the munchies, apparently).  Earlier, another commissioner was convicted of assault after she attacked a romantic rival with a rock. The courts had to remove her from office after her conviction because she wanted to continue serving until she actually began her prison sentence. You can’t make this stuff up.

When the leader of the state senate was convicted in a kickback scheme a few years ago, local politicians held a going-away party for him. Months later the National Hispanic Cultural Center removed his name from a building dedicated in his honor. The move was controversial because the senator had done a lot for the community before the feds caught him.

New Mexico’s tiny population (about two million in the entire state) makes government accessible in a small-town kind of way. My state legislator answers emails personally. Everybody who has lived here for a generation or two seems to know everybody else and many of them are related. Last year I had a pleasant chat at a social function with a former state official who’s awaiting trial for misuse of federal funds, and later learned that one of my neighbors was on the grand jury that indicted her.

This community feeling may be why there seems to be a higher tolerance for official misconduct here than in most places, even Chicago. The standard questionnaire the Albuquerque Journal issues to candidates for office routinely asks if they have been convicted of a crime. Hardly a week goes by without news of a government official being arrested (often for drunk driving) and an inordinate number of government employees are on paid leave awaiting criminal charges.

New Mexico’s spirit of tolerance and forgiveness extends to dead criminals as well as living ones. Former Gov. Bill Richardson’s last act as he left office was to consider a retroactive pardon for Billy the Kid. After extensive public discussion, including comments by descendants of the sheriff who shot Billy in 1881, the Gov decided against the pardon. But it was a near thing.

That’s how it is in New Mexico and I’m enjoying the show.

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