We’ll Always Have Mar-A-Lago

Tiffany Trump’s friends were relieved November 12 when she finally got married. For years they had worried about what would happen to The Donald’s youngest daughter when she loses her looks. Well, yes, she has that law degree from Georgetown, where she finished in the bottom third of her class after three years of attending lectures flanked by her Secret Service keepers.Tiffy And she has a job, sort of, as assistant to a professor who’s a convicted bank robber (a position she prepared for by being The Donald’s daughter). If she ever bothers to pass the bar exam she will always have a job, if she wants it, representing her Pop in lawsuits and bringing him warm socks while he serves time. [11.14.2022]

Bring your nose plugs

Once upon a time Missoula was a working class town where sawyers and railroad men ate and drank in rough, smoky joints such as the Stockman’s (“Liquor in the front, poker in the rear”), the Oxford (“He needs ‘em!” the counterman cried when you ordered brains and eggs), and the Double Front (where one deep-fried chicken dinner supplied a week’s worth of bad cholesterol).The_ Oxford

Fast forward to the pretentious little city infested with sushi, bistro, and espresso that Missoula has morphed into three generations later. This is now a Kulture Klub where entrepreneurs can announce without fear of ridicule or violence their plans for a two-story restaurant called Cru, which is a French term for a vineyard that grows what the frogs think are the very best grapes.

According to the restaurant’s designers the experience of fine dining and wining at Cru will be enhanced by its “agricultural typology.” The goal, they said, is to “create a place for area residents to have a variety of food and beverage experiences that leave them energized.” Sigh. In the olden days guys just wanted to eat meat and get drunk.

The problem Cru will face is olfactory in nature. Its location near the intersection of Mullan and Reserve places it close to three sources of invisible stink. The first one is generated by a sewage treatment plant. The second is an asphalt production facility. And the third is the high level of ozone created in the summer when the sewage-fed poplar plantation nearby emits volatile organic compounds that mix with the nitrogen dioxide emitted in vehicle exhaust at Montana’s busiest intersection.

So the notes of plum and chocolate in your glass of Châteauneuf-du-Pape will likely be overshadowed by notes of boiling tar, outhouse and downtown L.A. Bon appetit! [11.11.2022]

I like to watch

The watchers who watched all six episodes of the Netflix series The Watcher got all grumpy when it ended without revealing The Watcher. The plot, if you could call it that, is a disjointed investigation into who or what is sending threatening letters to the new owners of a big ugly house in suburban New Jersey (a redundancy).

The buyers, Dean and Nora, watch as their lives unravel in a smorgasbord of suspicion, accusation, paranoia and regret after they sink every cent into a piece of conspicuously consumptive real estate they believe will make them feel safe. She crafts pricey vases and sells them in an art gallery. He’s about to make partner in a fancy Manhattan law firm. But their bourgeois charm and soothing camel-colored clothes are not enough to rescue them from the morass of fear and frustration that deepens as they realize someone is monitoring their every move in a campaign to scare them into selling their new house at a loss.Bobby_Cannavale

The letters keep arriving. A ferret is murdered. Eerie music streams from the walls. People gather to drink baby blood. Who is doing these things? The neighbors? The former owners? The boyfriend of Dean and Nora’s teenaged daughter? Their real estate agent? The House itself? Ghosts? Gritty? And why is there a secret tunnel in their basement?

As a story The Watcheris neither mystery nor horror, police procedural nor home improvement. It is a tale of delusional people who convince themselves that their problems are caused by a conspiracy of dark forces. Dean, for example, is a pathological liar who covers up his financial and professional failures. There’s the previous bankruptcy, for example. Then he’s passed over at the law firm. He refuses to share the fact that his bad judgement has plunged the family once against into ruin. The bank won’t loan him any more money. Their daughter is depressed and angry after her parents drag her away from school and friends in the city to waste away in white suburbia. She acts out by having kissy face in the swimming pool with their black security guard.

Dean and Nora begin to imagine that they see dead people. But then they decide that these are actually FAKE people, actors like those that Alex Jones’ claimed staged the massacre at Sandy Hook.

In the past, people like Dean and Nora blamed their failures on witches, Masons, Communists, the Illuminati, or the Rothchilds. The Watcher suggests two other possibilities. First, The House is a metaphor for desire, suggesting that the villain here is Dean and Nora’s self-absorbed striving, a common American malady. More amusing is the notion that the sinister cult masterminding the plot that has enslaved them—and America—is the baby-eating, pedaphilic lizard people who populate the Deep State. [10.30.2022]

Jello Journalism

Our Border collies are far better at what they do than the Missoulian is at what it pretends to do. Every day the dogs herd horses, fetch tennis balls, learn a new word, and alert us to the presence of coyotes and trespassers. The Missoulian pads its meager pages with canned news we saw the day before on CNN, press releases such as the University of Montana’s self-serving announcement on October 2 about its alleged service to the community, canned features from wire services, and canned food and entertainment “news.”

Its photographs are typically murky black and white smudges that look like someone barfed up their black beans and cheese. The designers forget to adjust the letter-spacing, giving readers eye strain. Stories jump to back pages for no apparent reason. The copyediting is abysmal, with numerous misspellings, grammatical errors, and headlines that make no sense.

Like Jello, the Missoulian looks nutritious, but it’s not.

Here are just a few stories the editors cannot figure out how to cover or will not:

• Interviews with Missoula’s sizable Russian population about the war in Ukraine.
• A report on the billings practices of Providence Hospital in Missoula. This follows the New York Times September 24 expose revealing that the “non-profit” chain to which the hospital belongs sics bill collectors on its patients after failing to inform them that their income qualifies them for free medical care. Because the Missoulian publishes full-page ads for Providence St. Pat’s it’s unlikely we’ll see an article about the hospital’s billing pratices any time soon.
• The City of Missoula’s ridiculous poplar plantation grows trees that pollute. [10/4/2022]

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See You Next Month

The international tampon shortage has rekindled our interest in an idea we had thirty years ago: menstrual huts. That is, an international franchise of what our marketing calls “getaway suites” that would offer a haven for women who need to “ride the cotton pony” but can’t find one. “Flo’s Luxury Suites” was an idea we tried to insert into every magazine article we ever wrote, regardless of topic. And every single time we submitted this idea some mean editor removed it. [8/13/2022]

Playfair Court
What if you advertised a $425,000 construction job and got no bids?

After years of tennis players complaining to bureaucrats about the deterioration of Missoula’s public courts the city of Missoula finally decided to do something about it. “Notice is hereby given,” the legal ad began, "that electronic bids for the reconstruction of Playfair tennis courts located at 3001 Bancroft Street, Missoula, MT. 59801 will be received until 3:30 p.m., local time, on Tuesday, June 7, 2022. The bids will then be publicly opened and read aloud digitally from the City of Missoula, via Teams Meeting.”

Although the Construction Journal estimated that the job was worth $425,000 (although it's probably worth twice that amount) not a single bid was submitted.

So it was decided to give the project to Western Excavating, a road-building company in Missoula with no apparent experience building tennis courts. This is like hiring a dentist to perform brain surgery. If the Mayor and City Council approve this sweetheart deal construction will begin August 18 and will conclude in July of 2023. [8/2/2022]

Because the City has not publicized anything about this deal--Missoula's two governments are notoriously opaque--Dark Acres asked for an explanation and finally received the following email:

“City staff worked with the Garden City Tennis Association, Missoula County Public Schools tennis coaches, and others in the tennis community on the court renovation plan. That design process took several months and was completed in April, which is why the bid came out in May. Staff reached out directly to construction contractors about the bid to try to increase bidders. As with many other industries, contractors indicated they were facing supply chain, inflation, and staffing challenges. No contractors submitted bids.

“Western Excavating notified City staff that its new asphalt plant was nearing operational status. The City and Western engaged in direct negotiations for the project, which is permitted when no bids are received. Western Excavating is a local firm with significant experience in heavy construction, grading and paving. Site survey data will be fed into their GPS system for grading. Western has reviewed the grading, compaction and paving specifications and is confident they have the experience, equipment and team to successfully meet project specifications and standards to deliver a quality finished court product. Western has teamed with Fencecrafters for court fencing and net post installs, and Koch's Tennis Court Service, Montana's only installer of tennis court color coats.

“City project staff assigned to this project have successfully overseen multiple tennis court installations - both asphalt and post tension concrete courts. Staff have tennis court construction and reconstruction experience in Missoula and other jurisdictions around the west. Missoula Parks & Recreation's last successfully completed court project were the pickleball courts at Fort Missoula Regional Park. ”

A note to readers: Because pickleball is a drinking game designed for people who can't run it can be played on any old slab of concrete or asphalt.

If you were to hire a contractor to build a single asphalt-covered tennis court in your backyard you could expect to pay the man between $60,00 to $70,000. Yet the contract the City hopes to sign with Western Excavating in mid-August 2022 allots $1,244,439 for the construction of 12 courts. Doing the arithmetic, 12 x $70,000 = $840,000. Does the city's calculator have a sticky key?

Of course, the city council approved this ludicrous contract on August 8 without seeking any public comment because their favorite thing to do is waste our money, like a bunch of dopers playing Sim City. [updated 8/13/2022]


PlantationDays
The City of Missoula grows trees that pollute.

On any hot day in the Garden City the 90,000 “hybrid” poplars planted in 2014 near the frenetic intersection of Reserve Street with Mullan Road emit several tons of chemicals called Volatile Organic Compounds (VOCs).

These include isoprene, methanol and terpene, substances that combine with atmospheric elements to create an aerosol cloud the plants use to reflect sunlight, thus cooling themselves. It’s thought that this form of air conditioning evolved when the earth was considerably warmer than it is now. The best example of the phenomenon is the blue haze that shrouds the spruce and fir forests of the Great Smoky Mountains.

VOCs are natural emissions generated by many plants and are also produced by the evaporation of petroleum products. When they react in sunshine with airborne pollutants such as nitrogen dioxide, which is produced by gas and diesel engines, they accelerate the accumulation of ozone, the major ingredient of smog and a major trigger of respiratory diseases such as asthma and COPD. Different species of trees emit various levels of VOCs. The highest floral discharges come from eucalyptus, the genus Populus, which includes poplars and cottonwoods, and oak. Hawthorns emit no VOCs at all.

For more about the science check out the research done by Dr. Todd Rosenstiel, Portland State University Center for Climate and Aerosol Research.

The poplars on Missoula’s 160-acre plantation are fed more than 1.5 million gallons of sewage effluent per day from the nearby Wastewater Treatment Plant. Officials claim that the nitrogen and phosphorous in this effluent that would have been poured into the Clark Fork is processed by the poplars instead. The trees apparently like their diet, having grown to more than 20 feet tall. (Hybrid poplars are basically giant, messy weeds—the surface-spreading, tentacle-like roots of the forty-foot specimen we cut down at Dark Acres one spring throw up a small forest of suckers that we must mow once a week until we can find the time to excavate the roots.

City officials once planned plan to harvest their poplars in 2026 and sell the wood for use as ceiling molding and painted furniture (as firewood, it produces more ash than heat). Enthusiastic yet flawed documents claimed the project would cost $1.375 million but would recoup its expenses when the lumber is sold. But like the legal costs of Missoula’s takeover of its water system—originally penciled in at $400,000 but escalating to at least $9 million—bureaucrats exaggerated or falsified the fiscal benefits of these trees.

In fact, whatever perceived market for poplar sawlogs might have existed in 2014, there is now no demand. The city is considering grinding the trees into compost. A more profitable use of these otherwise commercially useless plants might be shaved bedding material for livestock.

Removing the stumps and restoring the land, which is leased from a family, will be considerably more difficult than the city has estimated.

Officials also claim that the plantation will “sequester” at least 8,000 tons of the carbon in the carbon dioxide that trees inhale, but no studies of this promise have been initiated.

Also, the Missoula County Health Department does not monitor the amount of ozone being produced by the reaction of the plantation’s VOCs with the huge volume of nitrogen dioxide emitted by vehicles idling at and finally crossing the busiest intersection in Montana. This smelly, noisy neighborhood—which is experiencing a population boom encouraged by the City of Missoula—includes an asphalt plant and a Walmart.

In 2020 the City Council allocated $166,000 to buy Hybrid Energy Group Montana, which has operated Missoula’s plantation from the beginning. And it decided to replace the company’s arborist with a city arborist employed by the loathsome Parks and Recreation Department, which has been allowing municipal property to deteriorate (check out the tennis courts at Playfair Park, for example.) [originally posted in 2015, updated 4/21/2022]

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Our House is a Very Nice House

In the late 1970s I was living in a one-bedroom Craftsman-style house in the French Quarter. Oh, not that French Quarter, but the one in Missoula so named by me because the house was on Levasseur Street. I was working for a New York publisher editing and designing a book called the Complete Fisherman’s Catalog. Manufacturers had sent the author hundreds of samples of their tackle, most of which he didn’t want to keep because he was a fly-fishing purist. That Christmas I put up a tree and adorned it with scores of lures, spinners, and plastic worms. Instead of a star on top I attached a huge fake rat apparently used to attract bass.

After the book was published I got a job as an associate editor for Outside Magazine. Girlfriends came and girlfriends went but one of them became my wife. After she moved into the French Quarter we spent many hours in the extra-long built-in bathtub playing gin rummy and drinking chilled Stolichnaya.

I had inherited a dog from one of these former girlfriends, a black Labrador named Slick. Because I was raised in a rural redneck backwater I knew nothing about how to keep a dog in a city. I did nothing to train him, neuter him or fence him in. As a consequence he roamed around at will, returning to houses where he had been fed a treat or had stolen one, especially a house where there had been a chocolate chip cookie. He also enjoyed dumpster diving and dragging our clothes around the streets. My wife would blush and avert her eyes as she retrieved her underwear from downtown sidewalks on her way to her Higgins Avenue office.

I sublet the basement apartment to a guy whose hobby was designing nuclear weapons. He assured me that these were non-functioning devices that mostly existed on paper, although he had built a small-scale plastic version of one, the Hydrogen Superbomb “Bravo,” and had copyrighted the plans. His intention was to share with the public his belief that the U.S. nuclear arsenal and presumably the Russian one were so poorly designed a cataclysmic accident could happen at any moment, a fact these governments were concealing. The FBI “interviewed” him. One month after paying the rent in advance, he disappeared.

We have moved several times since our golden years in the French Quarter, finally to a redneck backwater much like the one where I grew up. Although the Levasseur house is still there it has been dwarfed on the right by a four-story apartment building. On April 25 a building company announced that it will tear down two old houses on the right to make way for six four-story condos. This on a street that has been reduced in length to one short block. Our old house, with its leafy maples and backyard garden, will look like a pygmy among giants. But also heroic, a tiny Sampson battling two Goliaths. The analogy is fitting. In a culture bullied by reality shows, celebrity memoirs, and country western music our old house is now owned by Montana’s first Poet Laureate.

In 1934 the chairman of the Montana Railroad and Public Service Commission was accused of molesting young boys. Read an excerpt from The Last Heir.

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