Archive for March, 2021

Hold on, now…The chances of snatching Tribune Publishing from the jaws of hedge fund/newspaper strangler Alden Global Capital have just increased significantly, with a big investor having stepped forward.

I wrote last week that Alden was “poised to take over Tribune Publishing,” with its $630 million offer for the Tribune chain, which includes such distinguished papers as the Chicago Tribune, The Baltimore Sun, the Hartford Courant, the Orlando Sentinel and the South Florida Sun-Sentinel.

Alden already owns 32 percent of Tribune and controls three of seven spots on its board of directors.

The wrinkle in the deal began when a Maryland hotel magnate named Stewart W. Bainum Jr. offered to buy The Baltimore Sun and two other Maryland papers owned by Tribune for $65 million and turn them over to a nonprofit he would create. Bainum, chairman of Choice Hotels International, had a nonbinding agreement to buy the three papers, but negotiations over terms faltered, and on March 16, Bainum offered to buy the whole company at a slightly higher price — $650 million — than Alden had agreed to pay.


The problem was, he couldn’t swing the deal on his own, and it appeared the transaction with Alden would go forward. Last week, however, a possible white knight stepped forward in the person of Hansjorg Wyss, former chief executive of the medical device manufacturer Synthes. Wyss (pronounced Vees) has teamed up with Bainum, and together they appear to have the financial heft to swing the deal. (Ten years ago, Wyss led the sale of Synthes to Johnson & Johnson for $20 billion.)


Judging from what Wyss told The New York Times, it appears he, along with Bainum, could be the savior this once-great newspaper company needs to get back on track after nearly 15 years of being mishandled and abused by misguided and reckless owners.

“I have an opportunity to do 500 times more than what I’m doing now,” Wyss, who lives in Wyoming, was quoted as saying.

He added this about the Chicago Tribune: “Maybe I’m naive, but the combination of giving enough money to a professional staff to do the right things and putting quite a bit of money into digital will eventually make it a very profitable newspaper.”

The pivotal player in the drama now is a surgeon-turned-entrepreneur named Patrick Soon-Shiong, who, along with his wife Michele B. Chan, bought The Los Angeles Times and the San Diego Union-Tribune from Tribune a few years ago for $500 million.

All eyes are on Soon-Shiong and Chan because they own 24 percent of Tribune and could quash the Alden deal on their own. They could do so because sale of Tribune requires regulatory approval and “yes” votes from company shareholders representing two-thirds of the non-Alden stock.

Soon-Shiong has given no clue, however, where his intentions lie. A possible indicator of which direction he might turn cropped up last month, though, when the Wall Street Journal reported that Soon-Shiong was exploring the possibility of selling the LA Times and the San Diego paper.


The Journal article said options being considered included “an outright sale of the entire company, bringing in an additional investor…or transferring management of the San Diego publication to another company, possibly Alden Global Capital Inc.’s MediaNews Group.”

Speculation has been that Soon-Shiong might have become disillusioned after spending hundreds of millions of dollars over and above the purchase price to try to invigorate the papers and make them profitable, or more profitable, in the long run. Now that they are privately held, their financials are not a matter of public record.

Soon-Shiong quickly took to Twitter to deny the report, writing: “WSJ article inaccurate. We are committed to the @LATimes.”

At odds with his unequivocal denial, however, was the fact that the Wall Street Journal article had noted that Soon-Shiong did not respond to a request for a comment before it published the article.

A Los Angeles Times story about the WSJ article said it “unnerved journalists who work at Soon-Shiong’s properties.”

I can understand why.

And now, once again, the stakes are high not only for journalists and journalism at the LA and San Diego papers, but also for nearly 3,000 employees working at Tribune Publishing.

I hope, for once, the good guys prevail in this new, awful era of hedge-fund newspaper owneership.

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What to do while waiting for the giant cargo ship Ever Given to get unwedged from the Suez Canal?

I feel sure a pair of 6EE, New Balance athletic shoes I ordered a few weeks ago are on that ship, but there’s not a thing I can do about it, so I might as well quit stewing.

(News bulletin: Ten hours after posting this, the Ever Given has been freed and is moving again.)

In the meantime, how about some Oldies? One thing about the Oldies is they help clear the mind when you’re feeling beleaguered. Because I feel like I need a little boost, we’re starting off this set with a song by Gene McDaniels called “Tower of Strength.”

McDaniels was born in KCK and grew up in Omaha. His first big hit was “A Hundred Pounds of Clay,” which reached No. 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in early 1961. “Tower of Strength” was his third single. It was co-written by Burt Bacharach and got to No. 5.

I love the way McDaniels periodically gasps for air in this song — and then there’s that willowy trumpet.

McDaniels lived to be 76 but died as a self-described hermit in Maine in 2011.

Here we go…”Tower of Strength.”


Next we turn to a truly great R&B song, “Can I Change My Mind,” by Tyrone Davis.

This song came out in 1968, and in 1969 it replaced Marvin Gaye’s “I Heard it through the Grapevine” at the top of Billboard’s Hot R&B Singles chart. On the Billboard Hot 100, “Can I Change My Mind” rose to No. 5.

Oddly, I do not remember this song from 1969. It wasn’t until years later — can’t remember when — that it exploded into my consciousness. I’ve had the vinyl LP for decades now. That opening guitar lick, repeated throughout the song, is hard to shake from the system. The only thing I don’t care for is the song’s ending; it just trickles away unsatisfactorily, with Davis emitting a mournful plea. But overall it’s a killer.

Another song that’s hard for me to sit still to is one by The Crests, called “The Angels Listened In.” The Crests’ biggest hit was their first, “16 Candles,” which went to No. 2 in 1958. “The Angels Listened In” came along the next year and made it only to No. 22, but, like “16 Candles,” it never gets old.

An interesting thing about The Crests is they were the first interracially mixed doo-wop group, consisting of three African American members (including a woman), a Puerto Rican and an Italian American. The white guy, Johnny Mastrangelo, who later just went by Johnny Maestro, was the lead singer.

Johnny lived in Islip, NY, until 2003. He died of cancer on March 24, 2010, at his home in Cape Coral, Fl. He was 70. The founder of the group, J.T. Carter, was still living as of 2018.

The song features lively back-up singing and novel lyrics…

The angels listened in, when they heard me crying
The angels listened in, there’s no denying
They sent one with lovely charms
One who really thrills my arms,
My darling, the angels sent you

To finish up this set, we slow things down a bit with “This Guy’s in Love with You,” by Herb Alpert. It was one of the few songs in which Alpert, a trumpeter, sang. Wikipedia says, “Although Alpert’s vocal skills and range were limited, the song’s technical demands suited him.”

The pace, the phrasing and the opening keyboard contribute to the song’s soulfulness, as do the words and music by the brilliant team of Burt Bacharach and Hal David didn’t hurt.

Here’s how the record came about. Alpert sang it to his first wife in a 1968 CBS Television special titled Beat of the Brass. Wikipedia says the song was not intended to be released, but after it was used in the television special, CBS was reportedly deluged with calls from people asking about it. So, Alpert released it as a single two days after the show aired. It went to No. 1 in June 1968 and stayed there four weeks.

1968 was a good year for Herb Alpert and a good year for me.

A month before the song hit No. 1, I graduated from college in my hometown of Louisville, KY. That summer I got my first job in journalism at The Kentucky Post and Times Star in Covington, KY. I was living across the Ohio River, renting a room in a house in Cincinnati. It was my first time living away from home, except for active duty in the Army Reserve. I felt like I had wings and there was no limit to the horizon. And I never imagined the songs that I was listening to would, in a couple of decades, be called “Oldies.”

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It’s time once again for a journalism news round-up — all the news that Fitz can print.

Let’s start with The Star and a couple of significant developments there.

** First, the big, white letters identifying The Star’s home on McGee Street came down last week.

A friend passed along this photo from Twitter.

Even though this was not a surprise, it still took the wind out of me. It was hard enough when the paper sold its longtime headquarters at 1729 Grand several years ago, but now it is losing its last significant downtown foothold.

The Star announced back in November that it would leave the green glass building its former owner, Knight Ridder, commissioned in the early 2000s, just before the internet started taking big bites out of the traditional newspaper business.

The Star is now being printed in Des Moines, and the editorial staff is being relocated to who knows where.

The Privitera family, which owns Mark One Electric, now owns the building, built at a cost of $200 million, but has not said what they plan to do with it.

I sure hope it doesn’t fall into disuse and become known, down the line, as “the green monster.”

** The Star last week lost another good journalist — City Hall Reporter Allison Kite, who joined up with the Missouri Independent and the Kansas Reflector, two free, nonprofit, online operations that have quickly found niches with people looking for substantive coverage of state government. She’ll be based in Kansas City and focusing on environmental coverage.

Allison Kite

Kite, who had been with The Star three years, bowed out graciously, saying on Twitter…

“I loved every minute here, even the ones I hated. This industry can be rough, but The Star is a really special place with ambitious journalists. It constantly punches above its weight, and I’m proud to have worked with the wonderful staff here.”

It’s a hell of a thing to have to say The Star is punching above its weight when, a few decades ago, it was making a profit of 30 or 40 cents on the dollar and setting the civic and governmental agenda in Kansas City.

Kite’s departure marks the second loss of a key reporter in recent weeks, with The Star having promoted education reporter Mara Rose Williams to the editorial board.

I said then that I wondered what the paper would do about an education reporter, and now they’ve also got to find a City Hall reporter. My guess is they’ll promote one or more of the young people they hired not too long ago to cover gun violence.

The shuffle and the scramble goes on at 1601 McG….Check that. Wherever they call home now, or will call home.

** On the national level, Alden Global Capital, the hedge fund that is far and away the king of cost-cutting journalism, is poised to take over Tribune Publishing, which has been on a long slide since 2007, when former radio executive Sam Zell bought the chain for $8.2 billion and promptly ran it into the ground.

(A good friend, Ernie Torriero, a former colleague of mine at The Star, resigned from the Chicago Tribune several years ago, before things got really bad. He later touched down safely and securely at Voice of America in D.C. and now has a nice salary, regular hours and the prospect of a satisfying retirement.)

Some of Tribune’s other papers, besides the Tribune, are the Orlando Sentinel, the Sun-Sentinel in Fort Lauderdale and the Hartford Courant and Baltimore Sun, both of which were formerly run by former KC Star editor Mike Waller, who is now retired in Hilton Head, SC.

Alden has a deal to buy Tribune Publishing for about $630 million. The deal is supposed to close within the next three months, but Alden might be selling one of the papers, the Baltimore Sun, to a hotel magnate named Stewart Bainum Jr. for about $65 million.

Alden already owns 60 dailies through its MediaNews Group, which was founded by the original journalistic shyster, William Dean Singleton, who earned the nickname “Lean Dean” for his penurious operations.

William Dean Singleton

Wikipedia says, “His tight-fisted methods were later adopted as the preferred model by Alden Global Capital and other hedge funds that took over near-bankrupt newspaper companies.”


It’s a tough time to be a journalist working for any company owned by a hedge fund, including The Star, which is owned by Chatham Asset Management, out of New Jersey.

I’d say Allison Kite made a damn good move.

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One of the Kansas City area’s two biggest criminal cases is set to go to trial soon, while the other continues to go nowhere.

Here’s an update on the murder cases of Kylr Yust in Cass County and David Jungerman in Jackson.

Kylr Yust

Yust, 32, has been in custody since October 2017, charged in the strangulation murders of Kara Kopetsky in 2007 and Jessica Runions in 2016. The women’s remains were found in a wooded area south of Belton in April 2017.

Now, though, Yust’s day in court is almost at hand. Jury selection is set to begin a week from tomorrow, March 29, in St. Charles County.

After a jury is chosen there (picking a jury in Cass County was ruled out because of pre-trial publicity), the jurors will come to Harrisonville, with trial scheduled to begin Monday, April 5.

Credit for moving this case along goes to Circuit Judge William B. Collins, who relentlessly plowed through motion after motion as the defense attorneys — a sharp team out of the St. Louis Public Defender’s Office — have jockeyed for delay, a guilty defendant’s best chance for acquittal.

One of the defense’s last-ditch motions was to disqualify Collins on the strength of an anonymous assertion that Kopetsky’s parents, Rhonda and Jim Beckford, had been in contact with Collins. Collins asked the Missouri Supreme Court to assign a senior judge to hear the motion, and the appointed judge overruled it after the Beckfords took the stand and denied ever speaking with Collins.

This promises to be a challenging trial logistically because of Covid-19. Public interest is very high, and I’m sure Collins’ Div. 1 courtroom will be full every day — at least as full as Covid-19 restrictions allow. I expect there to be one or two overflow rooms with video coverage provided.

For court appearances, the defense attorneys have had the heavily tattooed Yust looking like a calm, polite young man, belying what witnesses are expected to characterize as a violent man with an explosive temper. Even in gray and white jail garb, his tattoos have been covered by high-necked T-shirts. For the trial, he will be in civilian clothes, and I expect, again, there will be no trace of tattoos.

David Jungerman

This case seems to be mired in quicksand. Not only is there no trial date, but not a single motion has been filed since Feb. 1.

Jungerman has been in jail since March 8, 2018, when he was arrested for threatening at gunpoint a man whom Jungerman believed had stolen some piping from his business in northeast Kansas City.

He was soon charged with the Oct. 25, 2017, murder of Kansas City lawyer Thomas Pickert, who was gunned down in the front yard of his Brookside home while talking on his cellphone. Pickert had just returned home after walking his two sons to a nearby school.

Jungerman and his family have already lost a civil suit related to the killing. In August, a Jackson County judge approved a confidential settlement brought by Pickert’s wife and parents against the Jungerman Family Irrevocable Trust. Jungerman’s daughter, Angelia Buesing, signed off on the settlement as the trustee of Jungerman’s trust.

Whenever the trial begins, testimony will show Jungerman had it in for Pickert because Pickert had successfully represented a client who sued Jungerman for more than $5 million after Jungerman shot him for prowling on his northeast Kansas City business property.

The Jackson County Prosecutor’s Office has a strong circumstantial case, and if prosecutors can prove that Jungerman’s distinctive white van had been moved from Jungerman’s property in Raytown and was in the vicinity of Pickert’s home that fateful morning, Jungerman is probably toast. Jungerman, who thinks he’s the smartest guy in every room — and every cell — told police the van did not move that day.

…My contention all along has been that the prosecutors, like the defense attorneys, are in no rush to bring the case to trial. Jungerman is safely behind bars, and he turned 83 on March 3.

Lead defense attorney Dan Ross has probably been paid well over $200,000, and two or three other defense attorneys are also in on the action. Jungerman, who’s worth has been estimated at more than $30 million, most of it from land he owns in southwest Missouri, is obsessed with his money, and I’m sure the outflow of money bothers him just as much as being in jail.

I think we can assume he’s miserable behind bars, and it’s somewhat comforting to the public at large, and particularly Pickert’s family, to know that with each passing day Jungerman is moving ever closer to his ultimate mark on the horizon.

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It was a lively news day on the journalism front.

First, there’s The Star’ promotion of two high-profile journalists — Melinda Henneberger, who has been named editorial page editor, and Mara Rose Williams, longtime education reporter, who has been promoted an editorial writer and editorial board member.

Second, there was the strange case of the Des Moines Register reporter being acquitted of misdemeanor charges related to her coverage of a civil protest against racism and police violence.

Henneberger and Williams

These were two excellent moves, in my opinion. Henneberger was one of the top two internal candidates (along with Dave Helling) to succeed Colleen McCain Nelson, who left to become executive editor of The Sacramento Bee.

Henneberger has a fine resume and was a finalist for a Pulitzer Prize each of the last two years. She is a couple of years younger than Helling, who also would have been a very worthy successor to Nelson, and age may have been a factor in her selection.

I have not been a big fan of Henneberger’s writing style — it’s a bit quirky and flip at times — but she has grown on me. She and Helling have done a good job of prodding Mayor Quinton Lucas (unsuccessfully so far) to stand up to Police Chief Rick Smith and the mostly Republican, mostly state-appointed police board. The fact that she has not given Lucas a pass indicates she will push for what is in the best interests of Kansas City residents.

Star president Mike Fannin’s decision to add Mara Williams to the editorial board is an inspired one. In addition to being a top-level staff writer the last two decades or more, Williams came up with the idea for The Star’s 2020 series investigating its flawed and inadequate coverage of race in Kansas City over the decades.

That Williams came to Kansas City in the first place was a bit of luck. Her late husband, Ceasar Williams, had been hired as an assistant metro editor in 1997, and for a while Mara and their young son remained in Atlanta, where she and Ceasar worked at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. I remember overhearing a phone conversation she and Ceasar had one day, when Ceasar was encouraging her to come to join her in Kansas City. “You need to get up here,” he said.

She did get here…to the benefit of The Star and its readers. I trust she will finish her career here.

…The only down side of this is that the paper is losing another experienced reporter. So many have been lost it’s hard to believe — replaced, for the most part, by young people who don’t know the town and may not stay around long enough to learn where Smithville and De Soto are.

McClatchy’s new owner, the hedge fund Chatham Asset Management, certainly will not provide funds to hire someone of Williams’ caliber to replace her. In fact, she might not be replaced at all. Someone who already has a heavy assignment load may be asked to pick up secondary and higher education, as well.

Des Moines Register reporter

The story of Andrea Sahouri, a 25-year-old police reporter for the Register, being acquitted of misdemeanor charges stemming from last spring’s protests made today’s New York Times, getting 24 column inches in the Business section.

She was also interviewed on NPR.

What are we to conclude? I guess that it’s an outrage that a journalist was arrested for allegedly “failing to disperse” and “interferring with official acts.”

I’m not outraged; I’m just scratching my head at certain aspects of this situation.


:: Sahouri took her boyfriend to the protest.

She said he wanted to accompany her for her protection. Come on, now. What kind of reporter takes their boyfriend or girlfriend to work with them? We used to have “take-your-kid-to-work-day” at The Star, but taking your boyfriend to work is outlandish. If a reporter thinks he or she needs protection on an assignment, they should ask their editor to send someone with them, like a photographer.

:: She did not have an i.d. badge.

What?! Her excuse was she was a new employee and hadn’t bothered to get one. That’s insane — both on her part and her editors. She should have known she might be misidentified as being part of the protest, and her editors should have made sure she had i.d.

Reporter Andrea Sahouri being arrested

:: She was wearing a tank top and jeans.

That is beyond ridiculous. Put on a dress or some slacks and a blouse, girl, and act like a reporter!

…I don’t have any problem with the jury acquitting her. At the same time, the Register should have fired her for incompetence and terrible judgment. And then the Register should have taken stock of how it prepares reporters for duty, especially for challenging assignments.


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Let’s look at three big stories that have been in the headlines the last few days:

:: KU fires football Coach Les Miles but keeps, for now, the idiot athletic director, Jeff Long, who hired him.

(Update: At 2:46 p.m. today, The Star posted a story saying Jeff Long had resigned.) 

:: Roy Blunt decides to retire from the U.S. Senate, and spineless Kansas City Mayor Quinton Lucas says he is considering a bid for the Democratic nomination to try to succeed Blunt.

:: The (new) Clay County Commission drops an appeal of a Sunshine Law ruling in favor of The Kansas City Star, and county government promptly starts handing over newly requested documents.

Only the last of those stories constitutes good news, so let’s start there.


Clay County Commission

Back in 2019, when the three-member Clay County Commission was controlled by two dunderheads, The Star filed suit after a private lawyer representing the county said a reporter would have to pay $4,200 to review legal invoices that his law firm submitted to the county.

A judge last year ruled in favor of The Star, saying that by charging such an outrageous fee, Clay County was subverting the Sunshine Law’s intention to give the public access to most government records.

At the time, commissioners Luann Ridgeway and Gene Owen held sway, and they decided to appeal the judge’s ruling to the Missouri Court of Appeals.

Jon Carpenter

Beyond that case, Ridgeway and Owen were making a mockery of the Sunshine Law. They were so bad and had fallen into such disfavor with county residents that they decided not to seek another term in office and left office last year. Replacing them were Jon Carpenter, a former state representative, and Megan Thompson, who had been the Clay County clerk.

Recently Carpenter and Thompson joined Commission Chairman Jerry Nolte in voting to withdraw the appeal. In a story posted Tuesday on The Star’s website, reporter Steve Vockrodt, who had written extensively about the abuses of Ridgeway and Owen, posted a story that provided evidence of the satisfying end of this ordeal:

“On Tuesday morning, a Star reporter requested commission spending in December 2020 through a Sunshine Law request. Most of the records were produced before noon.”

For the first time in years, the political winds appear to be at the backs of Clay County residents.

Megan Thompson


Quinton Lucas for U.S. Senate

This man is dreaming. Missouri has steadily been turning redder and redder the last 20 years or so. Democrat Claire McCaskill was the best senator and best campaigner the state has had in a long time, and she lost to that empty suit Josh Hawley 51 percent to 46 percent in 2018.

Missouri has never had a black U.S. senator, and Lucas will not be the first.

Lucas is all about keeping his powder dry and not crossing any special interest groups, like the firefighter and police unions, that helped get him elected mayor in 2019. In that regard, he has refused to lead a push to fire Police Chief Rick Smith or to rid the city of state control of the department — a situation that borders on the criminal.

Where Hawley is an empty suit, Lucas is a glib lawyer who likes to hear himself speak. He does speak well. The problem is he fills the air with more air.

He seems to have a nice, safe, political future, though. He will probably be re-elected in 2023 and then succeed Emanuel Cleaver as 5th District U.S. representative. Cleaver has cruised along for eight and a half terms in the House with precious little too show for it, and I would expect the same from Lucas.

So who’s going to succeed Blunt? This is Missouri, right, which has been getting more conservative every year. The next senator from Missouri will be Eric Greitens, who will get to Washington by playing the role of the martyr, following the lead of almost every conservative’s hero, Donald Trump.


Hand holders Les Miles and Jeff Long

This is an appalling story. After being hired in 2018, Long, former University of Arkansas athletic director, hired Miles to replace the previous bad coach, David Beaty. Long and other KU administrators agreed to pay Beaty $2.55 million to settle his contract, and now the school will be paying Miles $2 million to go away.

Jeff Long

The hiring of Miles is mind boggling. Not only were Miles’ best years far behind him, but Long, in hiring him, either failed to discover or conveniently overlooked the fact that Miles had been accused of sexual harassment by multiple women who worked in the athletic department while Miles was coach at Louisiana State University. It stands to reason that a prospective employer making such a significant hire would get out the shovel and turn over the soil to see what lay beneath the surface. Somehow Long failed to do that, or, like I say, he knew what was under the surface and ignored it.

Long and Miles had worked together years earlier at the University of Michigan, and the friendship they formed was apparently the main factor in Long’s decision to bring Miles to KU.

During Miles’ two years as coach, the KU football team won three games: They went 3-9 in 2019 and 0-9 last year.

In a column posted on the Star’s website today, Sam Mellinger called on KU Chancellor Douglas Girod to fire Long and not give him a second chance to hire another bad coach.

Mellinger wrote: “KU football’s problems cannot be solved simply by finding a more credible AD. But they sure as hell can’t be solved by keeping Long.”

…I’ve said several times before that KU should just drop football and Memorial Stadium should be used for marching band performances and competitions, high school and college. Almost overnight, Lawrence and KU could become the marching band capitol of the nation. KU could charge $10 admission and probably draw 30,000 people a performance — more than they’re getting for football.

Yes, it’s kind of quaint, but what the hell, the nation can use a throwback to a time when marching bands took center stage at the Super Bowl, instead of rappers, mumblers and lip-syncers.

I’m right, aren’t I?

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The Eagle Scout Tribute Fountain, pictured here, has a special place in my memory.

The fountain and monument are located on the northeast corner of 39th and Gillham, just a few blocks from where I rented an apartment when I first moved to Kansas City in 1969, a year after the monument was completed.

But it wasn’t the proximity to my apartment that makes it stand out in my memory. I associate the fountain with a particular story I wrote back in the early 1970s and with a certain photographer who took the main photo that accompanied the story.

So let me tell you the story behind the story — and a few other stories about the photographer.

The photographer was George “Wes” Lyle, who was legendary at The Kansas City Times (the morning edition of The Star) before I arrived. He was a handsome, leathery-looking guy who had a beautiful shock of white hair, even then, when he was in his 30s.

Wes was an outstanding photographer. He took big, bold pictures that captured mood, personality and setting. But he was just as devoted to his vices — drinking, smoking and sex — as he was to photography.

He not only indulged himself in all three categories while off duty but also during and at work.

Of course back then you could smoke in any and all office buildings, and at 1729 Grand some employees kept bottles of liquor in their desks or, in Lyle’s case, in the photo lab. And some employees, including the then-managing editor of The Times, would drink their evening “lunch” at a bar/restaurant named Labruzzo’s, on Grand Avenue just south of 18th Street. (It’s now the Green Lady Lounge.)


When I arrived at The Star, I had less than a year’s experience in journalism and had no idea how things went at a big-city newsroom. Wes Lyle showed me one dimension of it.

Often back then, the night city editor — an erudite man named Don D. “Casey” Jones, who collected art — would send reporters out with photographers to “cruise,” that is, look for news. It’s the dumbest way in the world to try to find news, but, in Casey’s mind, it was better than having reporters sitting in the newsroom with their feet on their desks and photographers lounging in the lab.

One of the first times I went “cruising” with Wes, he said, “I gotta make a stop at a friend’s house.” I thought that a bit odd, but then the photographers always drove so they were in charge of the cruising expeditions.

Straightaway, we headed for a house on a street just east of Theis Park, where, Wes said, a lady friend lived. Now this was before long before cellphones, so Wes had either called her from the office or was just dropping by on the expectation she was home. She was.

So, for about 45 minutes, I sat in the car doing absolutely nothing while Wes was inside getting his jollies and undoubtedly downing a few more drinks. When he came out, he said nothing, and we proceeded to drive around killing time. He was relaxed, though…

Turned out Wes, who was single, had other lady friends he’d pop in on, and, in addition, he was sometimes on the make at work. I remember hearing one day that he’d had sex with a newsroom receptionist on a back-of-the-building elevator. Seventeen-twenty-nine-Grand had only three stories, so no ride was ever very long, but I presume either Wes or the receptionist depressed the “close door” button until that particular ride was over.

Knowing him, and the receptionist, I have no doubt it happened.


Now, onto the story behind the Eagle Scout Fountain story…

In frequenting the Midtown bars, around which my social life revolved in the early ’70s, I had come across a band called The Stoned Circus, led by a guitarist named John Isom. (Many years later he had a band called Johnny I and the Receders.)

I wanted to do a story on the band and pitched the idea to the Star Sunday Magazine editor, who went for it.

The Stoned Circus frequently played at a bar called the Inferno Show Lounge at 40th and Troost. That’s where I first approached Isom and asked if he would be game for a story about the band. He was.

Wes got the photo assignment, and one night I agreed to meet him at the Inferno so he could take photos. It was smokey in the bar and so dark, as I recall, you had to watch every step. The only part of the decor I remember was red velvet wall covering.

Wes had had a few drinks before he arrived, and then he sat down and drank a few more while listening to the band and taking in the scene. After a while, I said, “Wes, when are you going to take some pictures?” He looked at me with a long face and glazed eyes and said, “I can’t do it; I’m too drunk.”

“What?” I said. “We’ve gotta get these pictures!”

“Not tonight,” he said. “I can’t do it.”

Right there, for some reason, I thought of the Eagle Scout Fountain. I proposed that we meet there the next day and take the main photo there. The next morning, then, everyone showed up at 39th and Gillham (Wes was sober), and we situated the band members around and among the figures in the monument.

The photo was fantastic. It was on the cover of the Feb. 28, 1971, edition of the Sunday magazine. All these years I have kept a copy of that story but not of the cover itself. I wish I would have asked Wes to make me a print of the photo.


I’ve been thinking a lot about that story, and about Wes, the last couple of days. When I went to The Star’s online obituaries Sunday morning — as I do every Sunday morning — I saw that Wes had died Feb. 21.

For years, he’d lived in the Cathedral Square Towers Apartments downtown, where, for years, he shot photos of the morning sky out of an apartment window.

He was still drinking, I feel sure. He was, anyway, the last time I saw him, which was at a KC Star reunion at the Kansas City Country Club several years ago. I had chatted with him for a few minutes after he arrived, when he suddenly excused himself, saying, “Gotta get a drink.”

Somehow, Wes made it to age 86. Here are two photos — one from the obit and one from 2019. Former KC Star photographer Ginzy Schaefer took the 2019 photo. (Thanks, Ginzy!)









Below is an image of a secondary photo Wes took for that Sunday Magazine story…We had gone back to the Inferno at some point for this photo, which ran inside the magazine, with the text.

The caption that went with the photo read: “THE STONED CIRCUS…Members of the group pose stoically on stage. From left to right are Joe York, Donna Isom, Robin Davis, John Isom and, at bottom, Nancy Lake.”

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We returned to KC last night after a month in Florida.

It’s the longest period Patty and I have ever been away from home. Five days were devoted to driving — three on the way down, two on the return — and 26 days relaxing.

We spent the first week in Naples (I’m sure some of you saw my photos from there) and the next three in Clearwater and Dunedin, which is 175 miles north of Naples. To give you perspective, here’s the map…

Naples is about as far down as you can go on the west coast, while Clearwater and Dunedin are part of the fabulous Tampa Bay area. It’s warmer in Naples, of course, but overall we much prefer the Clearwater, mainly because it is much more of a “regular” city than Naples, where the wealth is over the top.

This one fact will tell you all you need to know about the difference between Naples and Clearwater: Where you pay $110 plus tax to play 18 holes on a good golf course in Naples, you can play the Clearwater Country Club (open to the public) for $50 plus tax.

Now, here are some photos from the second leg of our trip.

In Clearwater, we spent two weeks at an Airbnb and then moved to a house owned by Kansas City friends Jim Gottsch (right) and his wife Julie Koppen (to his right). They’ve become friends with another couple on their block, Luther Hendricks (making gang signs) and his wife Becky, to his left. (That’s Patty at the far end.) This picture was taken at Luther and Becky’s house, which is two doors from Jim and Julie’s house (by the black truck in the driveway).

A few blocks from Jim and Julie’s house is TD Ballpark, where the Toronto Blue Jays have spring training. This year, because of Covid, they will be playing several regular-season games there, too. We took in a spring-training game last Tuesday.

Clearwater Harbor — adjacent to the Gulf of Mexico — is several blocks west of Jim and Julie’s.

Within 100 yards of Jim and Julie’s house is Pinellas Trail, a reclaimed rail line that extends 45 miles, from Tarpon Springs to St. Petersburg.

Just south of Clearwater is St. Petersburg, where we went last Thursday. I took this photo and the following ones in the city’s Central Arts District, which is similar in theme to our Crossroads Arts District…Above is the Snell building, which dates to 1928.

This is the Snell building arcade, open at both ends.

Next to the Snell building is the downtown Post Office. The Post Office was built in 1916. Both are examples of Mediterranean revival architecture.

The Post Office counter

Here’s another eye-catching building, this one fronted by palm trees…When you’re visiting South Florida from the Midwest, you should never take a palm tree for granted. If you do, it’s time to go somewhere else.

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