Archive for February, 2020

I was thinking about a 1971 criminal case the other day, and I Googled the principals to see if anything about the case was available online.

Happily, I found a couple of stories that ran in The Kansas City Times — the morning Kansas City Star –before the two papers merged in 1990.

Lou Piniella

It was an interesting case, partly because a Kansas City Royals’ outfielder named Lou Piniella, who later was traded to the Yankees and went on to manage the Yankees, got entangled in it.

Maybe some of you remember it. A former Kansas City, KS, police officer named Charles L. Forgey was charged with manslaughter for shooting and killing a man outside the old Jimmy’s Jigger tavern at 39th and State Line Road. (It’s now Jazz, A Louisiana Kitchen.)

Forgey, who was in his early 30s, had been at the Jigger with Piniella after a Royals’ game.

Anyway, after a bumping incident in the bar around closing time — then 1:30 a.m. — the tiff moved outside. Forgey and Piniella got in their respective cars, but at least two guys who had gone outside approached Forgey’s car. There was conflicting testimony at trial, which took place in Wyandotte County District Court, but one of the guys, Donald J. Haire, approached the driver’s window, perhaps in a menacing way, and Forgey shot him. (Haire was not armed.)

Forgey testified he then sped west on 39th until he overtook Piniella’s car, and the two cars stopped at an intersection.

“I said, Lou, I think I hit one of those fellows,” Forgey testified.

When asked why he shot Haire, he said, “I thought my life was in danger.”

The old Jimmy’s Jigger, on the southeast corner of 39th and State Line Road

Piniella testified that as he drove slowly away from the tavern, he could see Forgey’s car in his rear view mirror. He testified he didn’t see anyone go down, but he told Forgey if he thought he had shot someone, they should call the police.

With that, they drove to a private club — undoubtedly on the Kansas side — and called police.

The jury-verdict story was not available online, but I remember clearly that Forgey was acquitted.

…I was thinking about the case for two reasons: First, I patronized the Jigger for a while after moving to Kansas City and met one of my first KC girlfriends there, and, second, I later met Forgey at Westport’s New Stanley bar, which I frequented for many years and where I met Patty in 1983. I talked to Forgey two or three times at the New Stanley, mainly because I just wanted to get a sense of what he was like. During those meetings, I didn’t form much of an opinion about him, other than the fact that he seemed pretty self-centered. (From a whitepages search, I think he’s still alive, but I’m not sure.)

Besides giving me a fresh look at that case, those two KC Times stories, from April 11 and April 13, 1972, showed a lot about how much reporting has changed — not for the better — over the decades.

For one thing, few metro dailies cover criminal trials from gavel to gavel any more. When I was first assigned to cover the Jackson County Courthouse with The Times in 1971, we covered the hell out of criminal trials, and I think many readers enjoyed reading about them. (Covering one mob-related murder trial that had been moved to St. Louis County, I had bylines in 10 to 12 consecutive editions of The Times and Star over a week’s period.)

Covering a big case from day to day is a golden opportunity for newspapers to engage readers. Trials are unpredictable events that ebb and flow and often build to suspenseful conclusions. Writing about them only at the beginning and the end, as The Star and most other papers do, robs the readers of the inherent drama and also gives them one more reason not to subscribe.

Another way in which our former way of covering the news helped readers identify with the people we wrote about was that our reports included, whenever possible, not just the names of subjects but also their ages, addresses and cities of residence.

For example, in the April 11 story about the Forgey trial, the reporter (who didn’t get a byline) included the ages and addresses of two witnesses: Robert Louis Beard, 28, of 4624 Mercier, Kansas City, and Bruce Huffman, 35, of 4501 W. 78th Street, Prairie Village.

The reporter included the address of Haire, the victim — 7618 Falmouth, Prairie Village — and the addresses of two other witnesses: Dennis McDaniel, 605 E. 105th Terrace, Kansas City, and Stephen A. Strickland, 4410 Jarboe, Kansas City.

Now, I understand that as times have changed, it’s not appropriate to include exact addresses in most cases, but I think it would be helpful if papers would at least provide ages, when practical, and cities of residence. I mean, isn’t that how we relate to new acquaintances…asking them where they live and either asking or trying to deduce how old they are?


Hey, call me nostalgic for “the old days,” but drawing readers into stories is key to holding their attention. Tracking running stories with closely and helping readers relate to people being reported on are two major ways newspapers can establish connections with community residents.

But when people don’t get compelling coverage, and when they only get subjects’ names, absent any defining context, they cannot relate to them and they lose interest. The result — and this has happened with The Star — is that people no longer take a proprietary interest in their local newspaper; they no longer think of it as “my paper, covering my community.”

That sense of a proprietary connection, “left the building” at 1729 Grand, and now 16th and McGee — a long time ago.

As far as the newspaper industry has fallen, The Star and many other metropolitan dailies could easily take a few simple steps to try to remain relevant to readers. But management at many papers, including The Star, just don’t seem to care any more.

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Tampa Bay…Year II

We just had a week-long getaway to Clearwater, Florida, on the Tampa Bay peninsula.

Brooks and Charlie joined us for a few days — Charlie flying in from Chicago and Brooks from Kansas City — and actually Patty is still there. With the luxuries of free lodging and no pressing matters back home, she decided to stay a few more days.

We went there for the first time last year and spent a week with two close KC friends, Jim Gottsch and Julie Koppen, who have a two-bedroom home in Clearwater. This year, we divided our time between an Airbnb and Jim and Julie’s.

Jim and Julie’s house is a few blocks from the Gulf of Mexico, but it is adjacent to another major attraction — the 38-mile long Pinellas Trail, a former railroad line that has been transformed into a paved walking/running/biking path. The path, which is shaded in parts by palm and pine trees, extends from Tarpon Springs at the north end of the peninsula to St. Petersburg, near the south end.

Another strategic advantage of their house is that it is in northernmost Clearwater, just a block south of the Dunedin (pronounced Dun-EE-din) city limit. We spent a lot of time in Dunedin, frequenting its restaurants and its charming “downtown,” along Main Street. (Dunedin also is home to Julie and Patty’s favorite beach, Honeymoon Island.)

I played golf one day at Clearwater Country Club, which, belying its name, is open to the public. Several other good courses are within half an hour or so of Clearwater-Dunedin.

I hope these pictures will give you a taste of the good time we had…

Here’s our group (minus me) at the Clear Sky Draught House in Clearwater. From left are Julie, Patty, Jim, Charlie and Brooks.

Clearwater Beach, which is deep and features that soft sand that can only be found in the U.S. on the Gulf Coast.

Patty and Charlie. Charlie, who is 6′ 7″ tall, was hoping to find a competitive volleyball game on the each, but he didn’t find one that day.

When not captivated by the sun, sky and sand, I happened to notice that women’s swim wear had changed since the last time I went to the beach.

This is part of Pinellas Trail, near Main Street in Dunedin.

A lush, willowy palm tree graces the entrance to the Dunedin Fine Art Center.

Dunedin is home to TD Ballpark, winter home of the Toronto Blue Jays. “Grapefruit League” games got underway a few days ago.

Each year, Dunedin hosts a Mardi Gras parade, which draws scores of big floats and attracts thousands of people. This was one of the floats staging on a city street Saturday afternoon.

Another parade entry — painted in the appropriate color.

Some finely upholstered chairs strategically placed for front-row, parade viewing.

The parade started about 7 p.m…This was the scene along Douglas Avenue, along which the parade runs.

One of the floats that got the most attention was that of the gay nightclub Blur…People on all the floats threw plastic, multi-colored, beaded necklaces — thousands of them — to bystanders. Saturday night saw the revelry; Sunday morning the big cleanup.

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The company that is poised to take control of McClatchy and its 29 daily papers doesn’t have a website.

The company’s C.E.O., Anthony Melchiorre, doesn’t give interviews, and no photo of him is available online.

The company’s main office is on the second floor of a nondescript, two-story office building in Chatham, NJ, 28 miles west of the Manhattan skyscrapers.

Why so hush-hush and such a low profile?

Well, this company, Chatham Asset Management, doesn’t do a lot that would make it want to call attention to itself. It doesn’t produce a product or render a significant service to society. It doesn’t employ a lot of people, and I doubt if it sponsors arts organizations and gives to charities in Chatham. What it does, apparently, is make its clients lots of money.

Chatham is a hedge fund, and, like most hedge funds, it is interested in just one thing: Big bucks.

The New Jersey office building in which Chatham Asset Management has its office

Many hedge funds look to acquire companies that, while they may be failing, still generate a lot of cash. After sinking their claws into such companies, they suck out the cash and invest the money elsewhere, where they can get better, surer returns.

Over time, Chatham has increased its investment (and sunk its teeth?) in McClatchy, to the point where it became not only the company’s largest shareholder but also its biggest creditor.

Chatham had waited patiently for Thursday, and now it’s in the catbird seat, waiting for the Chapter 11 bankruptcy proceedings to play out and then take charge.

This is all very bad news for The Kansas City Star and the other McClatchy papers. As weak as these papers are and as far as they have fallen, they still throw off lots of cash. In that sense, they are perfect victims for scavengers.

For the sake of McClatchy’s approximately 2,800 employees (for comparison’s sake, The Star alone had more than 2,000 employees about 20 years ago), I’m sorry to say things could get a lot worse before there’s any chance of getting better.

I can almost guarantee you there will be staff cuts at most or all of those newspapers. Any McClatchy employees hoping that Chatham might not be as bad as the hedge fund Alden Global Capital, which has decimated the Denver Post and other papers in its stranglehold, should consider this: Chatham is the majority owner of American Media, which owns the tabloid National Enquirer — which hardly recommends Chatham as a potential restorer of the 29-paper chain to the newspaper industry’s top ranks.

Like Warren Buffett, Wall Street traders and just about everyone else, Chatham has no illusions about where the newspaper industry is headed; it just wants to bleed them of cash, or, perhaps, sell them at a nice profit to another chain.

The guy who will be drawing the blood, Anthony Melchiorre, apparently is a piece of work.

A March 2019 Fortune magazine story said Melchiorre, who is either 51 or 52, was raised in Chicago, studied economics at Northwestern and got an MBA from the University of Chicago. After working at investment banking firms Donaldson, Lufkin & Jenrette and Goldman Sachs, he went to Morgan Stanley in 1998, where he worked his way up to heading the firm’s junk-bond trading group.

Fortune said Melchiorre wasn’t a particularly good fit at the firm and irritated some senior executives.

“Although not physically imposing,” the Fortune story said, “Melchiorre could be foul-mouthed and loud, and would berate fellow traders as he bopped around the trading floor in his stocking feet.”

Indications are he’s been with Chatham more than 15 years.


In the newspaper industry, it is typical after an ownership change for the C.E.O. of the acquiring company to visit the newsrooms of the papers being bought and to speak about the company’s plans for the future and answer employees’ questions.

When Walt Disney Co. bought The Star and its parent company, Capital Cities/ABC, in 1995, Disney C.E.O. Michael Eisner came to the newsroom. (The most memorable thing he said was Disney would not be selling the papers anytime soon, but they were on the block a year later.)

When Knight Ridder bought The Star and three other Disney-owned papers in 1997, I’m pretty sure Knight Ridder C.E.O. Tony Ridder came to the newsroom and spoke, although he was such a stone of a personality I don’t specifically remember it.

And in 2006, when McClatchy bought out Knight Ridder, McClatchy C.E.O. Gary Pruitt came to the newsroom. I remember that very well because by then I was hoping for a buyout and asked him, in front of the crowd, if he was planning on offering any. (The answer was no, and I retired on June 30, three days after the McClatchy deal closed.)

But Melchiorre? No, I don’t think he’ll be visiting the newsroom and talking about Chatham’s plans for the paper. I would bet, in fact, that not one Star employee — not even president-publisher-secretary and head of security Mike Fannin — will ever see him.

But just on the outside chance he does come around, would somebody please take his picture and send it to me?

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(Note: This column was posted a couple of hours before news stories began to break saying The Star’s owner, the McClatchy Co., had filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection early this morning.)

For about the past 15 years, I’ve tracked the somewhat parallel paths of The Star and the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

Both have been on sharply downward slopes, journalistically and financially, since being purchased by their current owners.

Mainly because of developments the last two years, however, the Post-Dispatch is now on much steadier ground than The Star.

Let me show you…

Before it was purchased by Lee Enterprises of Davenport, IA, in 2005, the Post-Dispatch was owned by Pulitzer Inc., a revered St. Louis company that also owned the Arizona Daily Star in Tucson and 12 other papers.

Lee, which owned 44 relatively small papers, bought the Pulitzer group for $1.5 billion and took on $1 billion or more in debt.

Tony Ridder

A year later, Tony Ridder, C.E.O. of the Knight Ridder chain, was pushed into selling by a disgruntled, major stockholder. It turned out to be the best move Ridder ever made because he found a willing buyer with eyes much bigger than its stomach.

The McClatchy Co., based in Sacramento, paid $4.5 billion for The Star and about 30 other Knight Ridder papers, several of which were major metropolitan papers.

McClatchy also took on more than $1 billion in debt.

Both Lee and McClatchy soon realized they had bitten off more than they could chew as newspaper industry fortunes plunged in the face of the internet explosion, with its proliferation of free news and information sites.

From that new, unhappy starting point in their respective rich histories, both The Star and the Post-Dispatch began losing subscribers and advertisers at jaw-dropping rates.

The Star, as I reported last week, has lost 50 percent of its Sunday print circulation since 2016, going from about 158,000 in December 2016 to about 79,000 in December 2019.

The Post-Dispatch is doing slightly better, having suffered a 40 percent loss, going from a Sunday print circulation of about 151,000 in December 2016 to about 91,000 in December 2019.

Here’s the difference, though: McClatchy has not been able to deal with its debt as well as Lee Enterprises.

McClatchy’s debt stands at about $700 million. Unable to adequately lower its debt, the company now is in the position of not being able to make a required pension-plan payment of $120 million this year.

As a result, McClatchy is in imminent danger of being sold, going into bankruptcy or being taken over by its largest shareholder and creditor, a hedge fund. (As I noted at the outset, McClatchy filed for bankruptcy early this morning.)

Lee Enterprises, on the other hand, seems to have been smarter.

It definitely has been luckier, the biggest stroke of luck being the arrival of Warren Buffett on the scene eight years ago.

Here’s a timeline that shows how Lee got to safer financial footing, mostly with Buffett’s help.

:: In December 2011, Lee filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection to refinance nearly $1 billion in debt. Before the filing, Lee had secured agreements with 97 percent of its creditors to refinance what it owed them, and it came out of bankruptcy less than two months later with a deal with all its creditors. “This…provides Lee with a nearly four-year runway to continue improving our balance sheet,” Lee chairman and chief executive Mary Junck said.

:: In April 2012, less than three months after Lee emerged from bankruptcy, Buffett’s Berkshire Hathaway company took a stake in Lee, buying $85 million of the company’s debt from Goldman Sachs. About the same time, Berkshire Hathaway bought $2.1 million worth of Lee stock, representing a 3.2 percent of outstanding shares.

:: In 2013 and 2014, there was more debt refinancing.

:: On June 27, 2018, Lee Enterprises and Berkshire Hathaway reached a five-year agreement to allow Lee to manage Berkshire Hathaway’s newspaper and digital operations. BH Media Group has 30 daily newspapers in 10 states, including The Buffalo News, the Omaha World-Herald, the Tulsa World and the Winston-Salem Journal.

:: Capping the Lee/BH relationship, Lee announced an agreement two weeks ago to buy the BH Media Group for $140 million. As a sort of goodwill farewell to his decades of newspaper ownership, Buffett provided Lee with $576 million in long-term financing, some of which Lee will use to refinance its roughly $400 million in remaining debt. After the deal closes — expected in mid-March — Berkshire will be Lee’s sole lender.

Warren Buffett tried his hand at newspapers for many years but is getting out

Sounding a strong note of confidence in Lee, Buffett said in announcing the sale:

“We had zero interest in selling the group to anyone else for one simple reason: We believe that Lee is best positioned to manage through the industry’s challenges. No organization is more committed to serving the vital role of high-quality local news, however delivered, as Lee.”

Many present and former journalists are sorry to see Buffett getting out of the newspaper business. The big beneficiary, however, is Lee Enterprises and its current largest paper, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, whose future now looks pretty darn good.

And The Star? It remains squeezed in McClatchy’s suffocating tentacles, its future completely up in the air.

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Will the Chiefs’ Super Bowl victory save The Star?

That’s what a friend and blog reader asked me jokingly the other day, referring to The Star’s big spike in sales of special sections and some daily editions leading up to and following the Super Bowl.

We both laughed, and he answered the question with this: “They’re going to come up a few million short.”

Were it an independent newspaper fighting on its own, The Star might be able to come through this newspaper carnage in decent shape. Unfortunately, it’s caught in the tentacles of parent company McClatchy’s plunge toward takeover or bankruptcy.

McClatchy is still carrying a $700 million debt from its 2006, $4.5 billion buyout of Knight Ridder. In addition, McClatchy has already announced it will not be able to make a required pension-plan payment of $120 million, due this year.

This is not to say The Star doesn’t have plenty of trouble on its own. Circulation figures are always the best gauge of a newspaper’s viability, and figures for The Star between 2016 and 2019 tell a frightening story.

For purposes of this comparison, I used “total average individual paid circulation” figures The Star reported to the Alliance for Audited Media, a trade organization. That category includes home delivery, mail and single-copy sales.

The key statistic: Between December 2016 and December 2019, The Star’s print-edition circulation has dropped a full 50 percent.

Sunday print circulation, which was 283,000 a decade ago, is now down to less than 79,000.

Weekday circulation is now below 50,000, which was about the circulation of the small, first paper I worked for in Covington, KY, in 1968-69.

Here are the stats:

December 31, 2016

Sunday print — 157,971
Monday to Friday (average) print — 88,417

December 31, 2017

Sunday print — 118,203
Monday to Friday print — 76,853

December 31, 2018

Sunday print — 97,376
Monday to Friday print — 64,718

December 31, 2019

Sunday print — 78,627
Monday to Friday print — 49,320

…Perhaps even more troubling is the fact that during that same period, the number of digital subscriptions appears to be only about 12,000 — nothing close to what it needs to be to make a successful “digital transformation.”

So, I hope president/publisher/secretary Mike Fannin and the rest of the group down at 16th and McGee enjoy the current bump in sales because later this year, in all likelihood, The Star and the 28 other McClatchy papers are going to be plunged into chaos.


On a happier note, I was thrilled to read in today’s paper that a young man whom Patty and I watched grow up played the biggest role in stopping The Great Chase at the Super Bowl parade Wednesday.

When we lived at 56th and Main streets in Brookside, J.T. Hand lived two doors down with his family. He was a good kid, but he had a bit of an edge about him, and occasionally some hijinks on the block would be traced back to him.

His father, Mike Hand, was working his way up the ranks of the Kansas City Police Department (eventually he became deputy chief), and his mother, Nancy Hand, was the principal at St. Teresa’s Academy, at the top of 56th Street.

Patty always contended that J.T. wanted to become a police officer. I don’t know whether J.T. told her that, or Nancy told her that, or it was pure supposition…but she was right. The only surprise was he joined the Independence Police Department instead of KCPD.

…Now on to Wednesday. After this idiot Addae J. Doyle, 41, of Kansas City, KS, drove through a fence at the north end of Grand Boulevard and started speeding south along the parade route, J.T., who was working the parade, apparently on foot, jumped into an unoccupied but running KC police car and began following Doyle.

He followed him all the way to the intersection of Grand and Pershing Road, where Doyle made a right turn and headed toward the mob of people assembled around Union Station.

Other police cars were involved in the chase, too, but shortly after Doyle made the turn, J.T. angled his car into the rear of Doyle’s Ford Taurus and spun it around. On video, it looks like a slow-motion, stock-car collision.

At a news conference Thursday, Independence police officer J.T. Hand talked about his role in The Great Chase on Grand Boulevard before Wednesday’s Super Bowl parade.

Almost immediately, KCPD Major Scott Caron came along and rammed the front of the Taurus with his police car, ending the ordeal.

Yesterday, J.T. was among the officers who got to take a star turn at a news conference where Chief Rick Smith gave a full explanation of what had happened.

J.T. said…

“We got him boxed in and slowed down. When we took that turn onto Pershing and saw all of those people that were basically standing in the middle of the road, we knew we had to end it, and luckily we had an opening.”

Bravo, J.T.! You’re a credit to the uniform, and past and present residents of 56th Street are very proud of you!

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The Iowa Caucasses

During my 36 years of reporting and editing at The Star, we had some lengthy waits for election results.

Delays always prompted angst — deadlines approaching, you know — and several times when results were slow coming in, we’d have to prepare two stories, one reflecting one result, the other reflecting the opposite.

But I never experienced an election delay that lasted all night.

Last night, then, I was sure glad I wasn’t a reporter or editor covering the Iowa caucuses and that, instead, I could shuffle off to bed about 11:30.

It certainly was disappointing, though, and still is: At this writing…still no results.

After all that build-up, after all the hype about Iowa being the state that would give the first indication at who might go up against President Trump in November…blah…nothing…a big turd served up on a platter by The Hawkeye State.

Might as well be The Flyaway State.

I had already read a lot about the problems with Iowa getting disproportionate influence in the nominating system because it is first out of the gate. The chief problem is that, demographically, it’s not an accurate representation of the United States.

In a prescient Op-Ed piece last week, New York Times columnist David Leonhardt said the Democratic Party should strip Iowa and New Hampshire of their “special” status and they should be relegated to deeper spots on the primary calendar.

Leonhardt wrote:

The 2020 cycle should be the last time that Iowa and New Hampshire benefit at the country’s expense. The strongest part of the case for change, of course, is the racial aspect of the current calendar. Iowa and New Hampshire are among the country’s whitest states. About 6 percent of their combined population is black or Asian-American. Almost 87 percent is non-Hispanic white, compared with 60 percent for the country as a whole. Demographically, Iowa and New Hampshire look roughly like the America of 1870.

In the wake of last night’s debacle, Leonhardt quickly doubled down this morning. He began several paragraphs with the words, “Iowa should never go first again because…”

One of those paragraphs read…

“Iowa should never go first again because last night it botched its caucus when the entire nation was watching, giving the lie to the state’s longtime claim that it is better at conducting democracy than the rest of us…Iowa has enjoyed a half-century of an outsize role in presidential campaigns, with all of the extra influence and economic activity that has come with that role. It’s time for the special treatment to end.”

Amen. Today, Iowa is bathed in exactly the opposite kind of attention it expected during the months leading up to caucus night. Today, Iowa deserves every one of the rotten tomatoes being thrown at it.

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I owe Andy Reid a big apology.

Not because I doubted he could win a Super Bowl, but because of a post I wrote seven years ago, criticizing Reid’s appearance.

In that article, I said, “Just because a guy is fat doesn’t mean he has to look like he’s a fabric salesman’s dream come true.”

Accompanying the post was a photo of Andy in a floppy, ill-fitting suit as he walked with Chiefs’ owner Clark Hunt on, I believe, the day Reid was introduced as the Chiefs’ head coach.

…Next month I will have been writing this blog for 10 years (thankee, thankee), and over that period I’ve written SEVERAL stupid posts, and that was one of the stupidest. Shame on me for criticizing a person’s appearance.

I haven’t seen images of Andy in a suit lately, and maybe he’s spruced up on the non-football attire, but, regardless, the guy looks great on the sidelines in Chiefs’ red.

And he never looked better than last night: Unbridled joy becomes everyone, right?

Reid, after getting a Gatorade bath


Patty and I watched the game at the home of friends who live in Coleman Highlands. Years ago, my first thought would have been to head to downtown Westport and dive into the frenzy after the game. But last night, the main thing on my mind was getting home safely. So, instead of taking Southwest Trafficway and swinging over to Ward Parkway, we went over to State Line Road and took it all the way to our street in the Romanelli West neighborhood.

At the intersection of State Line Road and Westport Road, we saw cars streaming from west to east, most of the traffic probably coming from Kansas and heading to — where else? — Westport.

As we passed the home of Patrick Mahomes and his girlfriend Brittany Matthews on State Line Road, I honked the horn twice.


Our daughter Brooks watched the game at home, and she described the mini-celebration that took place in the neighborhood.

At game’s end, Brooks heard fireworks, of course, but also a lot of shouting and yelling. She went outside and saw people running in the Ward Parkway median toward the Sea Horse Fountain at Meyer Circle. Two other curious neighbors joined her and together they walked down to the fountain.

There, Brooks said, several people were clambering in the dry fountain basin and several others were climbing onto and hanging from various parts of the Sea Horse sculpture. All were whooping and hollering, and people in cars that went by were honking their horns and yelling out the windows.

After 20 minutes or so, the fountain brigade left the fountain area and moved on down the median, still hollering and exulting.


Obviously, The Star is reaping a huge financial windfall from sale of today’s paper and special Chiefs sections they have been and will be putting out.

Copies of today’s paper were selling briskly when I went to the Brookside Price Chopper this morning to buy three extra copies — over and above the one I got at home. Smartly, The Star raised the single-copy price of today’s paper from $2.50 to $4.99. It was odd to have to pull out a $20 bill to pay for three weekday papers, but I wasn’t complaining. Thanks to the Chiefs, print journalism is enjoying a temporary reprieve in Kansas City.


I was impressed with Mahomes’ composure not only during the game but afterward. He was both thoughtful and articulate, where he would have been forgiven for blubbering and spewing.

I got insight into where he gets that composure while watching post-game coverage on one of the local TV channels. In an on-camera interview from the stadium in Miami Gardens, Mahomes’ father, Pat Mahomes, a former Major League baseball pitcher, spoke in a relaxed, confident and even voice. Patrick got some good genes.

Patrick, with parents Randi and Pat on the day he was selected by the Chiefs, April 27, 2017. (His parents divorced years ago.)


Here are a few of my favorite Super Bowl quotes, all from today’s Star.

:: Tight end Travis Kelce on his relationship with Andy Reid — “We’re married together forever now. He can’t get rid of me now. I’ll be over at Thanksgiving.”

:: Running back Damien Williams on the help he got from fullback Anthony Sherman on Williams’ 38-yard touchdown run that iced the game — “Sherm came in the game and was like, ‘Follow me.’ That’s exactly what I did; I followed him. The run was supposed to go inside, he went outside, so I went outside and I said, ‘Screw it, I’m taking it to the house.’ “

:: Center Austin Reiter on watching the long, fourth-quarter pass from Mahomes to Tyreek Hill“I remember seeing the ball go in the air. I remember thinking: ‘Thank God….About damn time.’ “

:: The final quote goes to KC Star reporter Blair Kerkhoff, who assessed the Chiefs’ performance in a “Report Card” on the game.

Under the heading, “Reason to hope,” Kerkoff wrote — “Is this the start of a magical era for the Chiefs?”

Under the heading, “Reason to mope,” he wrote — “None. We had something written here early in the fourth quarter but erased it.”

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