The Last Action Hero
I'm sorry, but what is it again that Philip Dawdy doesn't understand about UW football coach Tyrone Willingham? Dawdy wrote a fluff piece ["The Last Boy Scout," Nov. 8] portraying an amazing strategy man as a Boy Scout? He missed the real story: Willingham's razor-sharp focus on doing the job he was hired to do—rebuild the UW football team back into a strong and powerful team. To rebuild anything, you scuttle the damaged part of the foundation, and in this situation, that's not simply at the player level. It's also about chasing away the ghosts of the old coaching administration. Part of that is not talking about the past but simply putting the team's actual skills on the table, as proof. It's that old rule of thumb: "It's not what people say, it's what they do."
Dawdy brushes past Willingham's remarks about racism in the league instead of making that the banner. This man could school Dawdy about the racial game in athletics and college coaching in real time. Notre Dame? Get a reality check and quit leaning on the sensational. Go back and read the news coverage both there and in Seattle during Willingham's transition. We are damn lucky to have him here. And he hasn't changed a bit of his presentation. The moment he first got off the plane at Sea-Tac, he was walking more than talking.
College football is a spendy industry, with fickle financial support and dilettante administrations. Just let Tyrone Willingham do his damn job.
A Barrel of Lawyers
I read Mark Fefer's article ["Judge Not," Nov. 8] about the lack of judicial oversight in King County (not that I would guess it's any better anywhere else). That's exactly what I've heard from most lawyers—that it's not likely that the best legal minds will run for office when most of them make more money being lawyers.
So they're not quite scraping the bottom of the barrel, but more like the side near the bottom—and since the barrel is filled with lawyers to begin with, you're not talking about getting the most ethical people in the world.
I run a Web site, JudgeJokes.com, about my experiences bringing anti-spam and anti-telemarketer cases to small-claims court. It's no surprise that judges will disappoint you sometimes when you go to court that often, but I found that an absolute majority of the time, judges either were rude to people, said frankly that they were not going to enforce a law because they disagreed with it, or did something mind-blowingly stupid.
I was astonished and dismayed to read about the old Seattle Greyhound building ["Putting the Dog Down," Nov. 8]. Like so many, I've taken its presence for granted. I'm afraid I've never had more than a passing moment of sympathy for tired passengers lined up outside.
Reading Brian Miller's article, though, has opened my eyes. And that last, perfect line: "All of which leaves Greyhound's customers lined up at a shabby, rundown holdout, and having to be grateful even for that."
Writing like that is the reason I read Seattle Weekly! Very well done!
This is a response to "Exasperated Commuter" [Ask an Uptight Seattleite, Nov. 8]. The new resident and longtime bus patron asks why so many people in Seattle say "Thank you" to the driver. Perhaps this individual hasn't lived in Seattle long enough to know about the incident on the Aurora Bridge that resulted in several deaths and injury. The passengers are saying thank you for three reasons: getting them where they are actually going, getting them to their destination safely, and completing their journey reasonably close to the published schedule.
The Uptight Seattleite's response to the writer leaves something to be desired. Let me fill him in with a few background facts about the people driving buses in Seattle. The average age of the drivers is 54 years. The average years of service is nine. Between a third and a half of all drivers are college graduates, many with multiple degrees. I myself have a Master of Business Administration. There are a multitude of reasons why people take up bus driving. For myself, I discovered long ago that corporate America lacks employee loyalty and the farther one goes up the management ladder, the more corrupt most of corporate America is. Consider the downsizing, pension defaults, outsourcing, general lying, and criminal prosecutions. I had a moment of clarity and decided I needed to work in a growth industry where there was no risk of outsourcing or pensions disappearing in a merger and where one's continued employment is based on job performance protected by a labor agreement. Transit is the answer. Most drivers will tell you that they wish they had gone to work for transit sooner than they did.
Now let me say that we are truly professional at what we do. For those of us who have a talent for driving, we make it look easy. Try playing a musical instrument when one has no talent. When it's bad, everybody will know it. Before Metro will even consider hiring a driver, the person must have an absolutely clean driving record. There is no tolerance for error if one holds a CDL (commercial driver's license) and wishes to stay employed. We, all of us who drive for a living, know when we have done a good job. We don't need to be patronized by the likes of Mr. Uptight as being "less fortunate." I am not "less fortunate"— I choose to drive a bus and work at Metro. If he thinks the driver appears to not care about his particular personality quirk, perhaps the driver is concentrating on getting him where he is going, safely and on time. If he thinks we are not professional, he should consider that we are driving a piece of equipment worth hundreds of thousands of dollars that can cause, in an accident, millions in damages and deaths. And then we go out on the roads and highways to perform our jobs surrounded by fools and idiots who should not be driving themselves but rather should be riding the bus. Is Mr. Uptight trusted with that kind of responsibility? I think not.
Mr. Uptight didn't even mention whether he is a bus patron. Let me suggest that he take up riding the bus. And when he deboards (that's what we call "getting off the bus"), he should say "Thank you" to the professional driver.
Seattleite Isn't Serious
Re the two recent letters condemning the "Uptight Seattleite" columnist for not knowing the four-way-stop rule [Letters, Nov. 8]: Perhaps the next question to ask the columnist is: Why don't Seattleites seem to understand satire?
Bring Back the Mexican
So Seattle Weekly listened to the PC whiners and pulled ¡Ask a Mexican! from the paper? And now I can only read it online? Tell you what—as much as I appreciate Ask an Uptight Seattleite, ¡Ask a Mexican! is one of the best columns ever run in the Weekly!
Ignore the supposedly "evolved" morons that griped about the column, and reinstate it immediately, if not sooner. If you don't, I might have to get my reading group to boycott your paper!
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