The Hertzog legacy

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(Column originally published Aug. 26, 2011)

I first met Bud Hertzog back in 1997 or 1998. I had no idea he was a veterinarian, that he could mend a mouse, a horse and a turtle in the course of a day, that he held a spot on the Jackson County Legislature or that he was so involved in the school district.

I just knew he was the grandpa to Chad and John.

And true to form, Bud didn’t tell me any of those things.

He just wanted to talk about wrestling.

In the mid and late 90s, I spent a lot of time wandering the gymnasium at old Lee’s Summit High, hitting the wrestling duals and spending countless hours at the annual holiday tournament with Ethan Hauck, Jay Helland and, of course, mama Hertzog (as we all called her) and the hospitality room.

Sure, we came for the wrestling – but we stayed for the food.

And even though it wasn’t football season, the elder Hertzogs were there in full force to support their grandsons on the wrestling mat.

As Lee’s Summit High School prepares to honor Dr. Bug Hertzog tonight with the naming of their football stadium, I have to wonder how much time over those decades Bud and his wife Betty spent at the Lee’s Summit football stadium and field house. Hours upon hours of wrestling, football, track and volleyball dedicated to their grandkids over the years – which are one of many reasons Bud is receiving this enormous honor.

He says he doesn’t deserve it.

I bet a lot of Lee’s Summit residents would disagree.

Grandson Chad, now an assistant principal at his alma mater, won an impressive 122 wrestling matches during his wrestling days. In 1998, he went 39-0 on his way to his second state championship. Later, he would put on the black and gold again to wrestle for the University of Missouri. I bet grandpa and grandma were there for just about every one of those wins.

Those long afternoons in the gym at Lee’s Summit were always made easier when I would see Bud Hertzog approach.

I never met anyone in Lee’s Summit during my days as a sports writer who was as appreciative of the press as he was as proud of his kids and grandkids.

Bud never slapped me around for not writing more about Chad or John or Mark. As a proud grandpa, he just wanted to be there and be supportive.

It would be years later that I would figure out just who Bud Hertzog was and what he meant to Lee’s Summit High and the community at large. And more than a decade later, I would move to Lee’s Summit and join him at many community events.

He still likes to play “remember that time” when talking about old athletes. Those are stories I love to hear.

And while the longtime school district supporter may not fully accept this honor that is about to be bestowed up him, everyone around him Friday evening will know why – why they will now call it Bud Hertzog Stadium.

A pair of (upsets?) at Tuesday’s election

(Column originally published on April 9, 2010)

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Randy Rhoads has been running on fumes lately.

The newly elected Mayor of Lee’s Summit has gotten a little sleep this week, but it has been pretty nonstop for him since Tuesday – the day he pulled the upset over sitting Mayor Karen Messerli.

Now, whether Rhoads’ win was really an upset is, I suppose, up for debate.

Messerli’s time in the mayoral seat has been largely popular and progressive for Lee’s Summit. But no one has knocked her off – good times or bad – from her post.

Until Tuesday, that is.

Much like municipal judge candidate Dana Altieri, Rhoads put together a monumental campaign. Heck, one might even call it a crusade.

Rhoads was crusading to unseat an admired mayor; Altieri was battling to somehow topple a judge who had warmed the seat in the courtroom for some 36 years.

Rhoads, the current Mayor Pro Tempore, will move one seat over in the city council chambers on April 22. Maybe then, he will be able sleep a little.

“The night before the election when your name is on the ballot, you don’t sleep worth a darn,” Rhoads said.

He was up at 4 a.m. on Election Day. Meeting people, adrenaline flowing.

“It’s a big day. You’ve worked for that day,” he said.

And by day’s end, it paid off as Rhoads defeated Messerli by more than 1,200 votes.

There were thousands, though, that didn’t vote for Rhoads. And he knows why.

“She’s done an excellent job and she left her fingerprints all over this city,” he said of Messerli. “I recognize that. I don’t begrudge anyone for voting for her.”

But he’s not worried about winning over her supporters.

“It’s my nature to work with everybody,” Rhoads said, adding he plans no wholesale changes to boards and commissions.

“I don’t have a stable of people that I want to put into certain positions,” he said. “That’s not to say there will not be any changes. Otherwise, it’s Karen Part II and that’s not what the voters voted for.”

Altieri will have to distinguish herself in a similar way over William Lewis, the man who sat in the big chair for more than three decades.

It will not be enough for Altieri to simply say she’s different than Judge Lewis. She is going to have to be different and differentiate herself immediately.

The voters spoke loudly and boldly on Tuesday.

Rhoads and Altieri now need to do some bold things themselves.

Downtown LS has changed, for the better

(Column originally ran Feb. 27, 2009)

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Things have certainly changed a lot in downtown Lee’s Summit since I was last here. OK, not completely. And please don’t mistake ‘change’ with any negative vibes.

Change is good. It’s healthy and it keeps us on our toes.

Lee’s Summit’s downtown was always a destinatio

n for my friends and I back when I lived in Independence. The live music was good, the food was unique and the atmosphere was always exceptional. To have all of these elements and not have to fight the crowds and traffic of Kansas City was truly a blessing for us.

And yes, I had to deal with a dose of change when I got back into town.

Chicken ‘n’ Blues and Strothers were favorite hangouts, but now we have Ciao! Bella and The Peanut. I’ve eaten at both in my short time here (on top of my Publisher duties I do consider myself an amateur food critic) and have been impressed with both, especially Ciao! Bella’s Black and Bleu salad – the only way a guy’s going to look tough eating a salad is when they throw a steak on top of it.

Music lovers have many places to stop as well. Third Street Pub and 3-2-1 Club have given way to Sharkeez and Braata – both fun and creative additions to our downtown core.

Clothes, jewelry, furniture, framing, trophies, gourmet food, art…the list goes on and on. It’s an impressive and inspired group of businesses we have down here.

At the quarterly meeting of the Lee’s Summit Main Street organization this week, I was checking the long list of 2009 events.

I thought I had a busy schedule.

The St. Patrick’s Day parade coming up in a few weeks is the kickoff to what promises to be an energetic and rousing time to be in downtown Lee’s Summit.

The Spring Open House, Bunny Hop and Downtown Days follow in March, April and into June with the start of the farmer’s market and the weekly free Friday night concerts a constant staple throughout the season.

Given the enormous growth of Lee’s Summit over the last decade, it’s refreshing to see this city maintain a thriving and exuberant downtown area.

And we must keep in mind that none of events are possible without the dedication of our downtown organizations and strong will of our downtown businesses.

If you haven’t been lately, this is a perfect time of the year to come back.

The Carpenters Union, RED and concerts

(Column originally ran May 1, 2009)

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Representatives from RED Development came by the Journal this week to discuss money.

That seems to be all people are talking about these days.

They were talking about the millions of dollars it is going to take to finish up the enormous project – Summit Fair – at U.S. 50 and Chipman Road.

Some call it a bailout. Others say the money is simply a safety net.

Either way, the lines in the sand have been drawn between those that see the $10 million-plus as a “loan” and those that see it as a means to finish a project that will be huge for Lee’s Summit.

Recently, a flier had been released calling the city council’s decision to underwrite the loans “Another Government Bailout…”

Those that made the flier – Dave Wilson of the Carpenter’s Union has admitted he is the ringleader – said RED is making him and others red with anger.

Equally, RED Development is seeing red about Wilson’s flyer and has been on a mission to set the record straight about it.

Here are the undisputed facts:

JC Penney and Macy’s are booked and going to open this fall. Other stores have verbally committed, but nothing is on paper yet as far as a date to move in. However, RED is positive other stores will be open in 2009 beside JC Penney and Macy’s.

RED is also unable to confirm a restaurant right now, although there are several restaurant pads available. Again, though, they tell us this will happen in time.

Another undisputed fact is this: the economy is making it tough for retail stores to pull the trigger on opening. Whereas a few years ago stores were asking ‘When can I open?’ they are now asking ‘How long can I wait?’

Another area of confusion has been whether or not the downtown concert series will indeed stay downtown this summer.

The official word is in: the concerts are downtown for 2009.

“All three of the concerts are going to be downtown on Green Street,” Joe Snook, assistant administrator of Parks and Recreation, told me yesterday.

Snook did confirm the Parks and Recreation department did have some discussions with RED about having the Blues and Jazz Fest at Summit Fair.

But those conversations were borne out of necessity, he said.

“We lost a major sponsor last year and we’ve been searching for sponsors for quite some time,” Snook said. “We made a long list of possible sponsors and RED was one of them. It came back there was some interest on their part to do some at Summit Fair.”

The fear was that RED would move one of the shows away from downtown. As much as some would not like that, when a company is writing that kind of a check, they can pretty much move it wherever they want.

Parks and Recreation has since secured a partial sponsor for one of the concerts.

And while the concert series is safely downtown this year, the battle to keep it there might become a yearly occurrence.

Sponsors are often hard to come by and the Parks and Recreation department said it has to think about the entirety of Lee’s Summit when it plans these events.

“We have an amphitheater out at Legacy Park, so, to be honest, that could be a future venue,” Snook said. “It’s not absolute these will always be in downtown. We need to be beneficial to the community.”

For now, though, Green Street is still the place to be as Bayou Bash rolls out June 19, followed by the Jamaican Jam on July 17 and the Blues and Jazz Fest Aug. 7.

Oh, soccer…I will learn to love you

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I have had a real love-hate relationship with soccer going all the way back to my youth.

I never really played the sport. Not that I can remember at least. In our old neighborhood, we grew up with a baseball glove and ball, a basketball and a bike. If there was a soccer ball around, we didn’t do much with it.

Sometime in junior high, The Kansas City Comets appeared on my radar. I don’t remember the first game I went to at Kemper Arena, but I remember I had to go back. Maybe it was the light show before the game. Or the pure energy of a few thousand people (never any more than that as I recall) shrieking as the players were announced and ran onto the indoor soccer field.

They made entrances as if they were the most popular and famous athletes on the planet. And, at the time, they were to us. They had names like Jan Goossens, Alan Mayer, Ed Gettemeier and Gino Schiraldi.

The days of the Comets faded and I turned to the world of sports writing. Some time in 1996, I covered my first high school soccer game. Not long after, I covered my first high school girls’ soccer game, an epic 0-0 tie that went four overtimes and had no end in sight.

I think that’s when I started mildly mocking the sport. Although I did, and still do, openly acknowledge that the soccer players are often some of the best athletes in the schools.

So, I knew the day was coming when Addy would want to hit the soccer field. She started asking for a soccer ball last fall and, once the purple wonder was purchased and brought home, she started asking to take it outside and “play” a game against me.

When it came time for a soccer “team” then, Addy was ready. Well, sort of.

First, she requested she play on an “all girls” team.

“Yeah, that’s probably not going to happen, girlie,” I told her. Of course, I am not all that disappointed that Addy wants to steer clear of the boys right now. But, at her age, the boys and girls play on the same team, I explained.

That earned me an eye roll. I’m used to it now.

Addy’s mom and I decided the Itty Bitty Soccer program through the Lee’s Summit Parks and Recreation would be the best way to go to start our kiddo off on the right foot.

Of course, I had to wrap my head around my kiddo playing soccer. Yes, I realize millions of kids play it. Yes, I get that she’s not going to be mired in some four-hour-long tie game (God I hope).

At this age, soccer is more about the fundamentals of the game – passing, dribbling, teamwork and learning that the game isn’t 45 minutes of constant shooting the ball into the goal. Sometimes you have to, you know, be the goalie. Addy had a hard time with that.

The great part of Itty Bitty Soccer is that the parents are right there the whole time. And I mean right there. On the field.

Each parent is out there dribbling, passing, shooting and instructing with a slew of kiddos knocking a much smaller version of a soccer ball around.

And that’s where I renewed my appreciation for the sport. Right there, on the field with Addy. Observing the very beginnings of her learning to kick and interact and play the game.

I still haven’t been a Sporting Kansas City game, though. So, if you want to throw some tickets my way to convince me, please do.

Otherwise, I will be out at Miller J. Field on Saturday mornings watching and “coaching” my daughter and the other kids. For that brief moment in time, they are the stars of the show.

Rolling Stone adds to our heartache

I’ve been a Rolling Stone reader, off and on, for decades.

Mainly, it was for the music, profiles and features on the musicians. Whether or not I cared for the political banter, I never gave it much attention. It wasn’t what Rolling Stone was about, for me at least.

Nearly every issue, too, they would have a hard-hitting, investigative piece. Those were always intriguing, especially to a life-long journalist.

I would find myself in the midst of a criminal piece, surrounded by a murder-mystery or uncovering an injustice in a way that was actually going to matter and affect change, and I would be insanely jealous that the reporter was given the time and latitude to work on such an enterprise piece.

Reading newspapers and magazines used to come with all the confidence of the highest order of the Fourth Estate. It wasn’t Meet the Press. It wasn’t The McLaughlin Group. Print journalism was pure and good and right.

And, in a lot of ways, it still is. But man, this Rolling Stone debacle sure hurts. In fact, the retraction and scathing Columbia University report on litany of missteps made by numerous staffers of the magazine not only does damage to an already struggling industry, it will surely hurt in the realm of reporting sexual assaults.

And it could have all been avoided.

Reading through the highlights of the Columbia School of Journalism’s report on Rolling Stone’s “A Rape on Campus” account of an alleged attack at the University of Virginia last November, it’s shocking to me that the most basic tenants of writing, reporting, editing and, most importantly, verifying, were completely and utterly disregarded.

And that it was happening at such an institute of journalism is supremely disappointing.

When I first heard Rolling Stone was completely walking away from its reporting of “Jackie” and her story of a gang rape at a fraternity party in 2012, I immediately went where others – current and former – go when we bemoan this type of bad press about the press. I went to the current state of our industry, where somehow “doing more with less” (even though, as a former publisher I can tell you those are the most idiotic words ever uttered) and we think we are still going to deliver quality journalism as we continue to slash and burn through our newsrooms.

We aren’t. But that’s not where Rolling Stone failed.

They simply didn’t follow the rules. It’s maddening now to read this report and realize it wasn’t budget cuts or staffing that led to this shoddy storytelling. It was lazy work from the top to the bottom – the editors, writers and fact-checkers. Hell, that Rolling Stone still has fact checkers is a testament to its commitment to journalistic excellence. Except in this case.

Recently I spoke on a panel with two other journalists about our experiences in covering the racial tensions, riots and after-effects of the officer-involved shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri. With a room full of journalists and student-journalists, I decided to take the opportunity to opine a bit on what I believe students should be learning and what they may or may not be getting in the classroom as they head into the real world.

This report from Columbia on the failing of a respected magazine should move to the top of the list in every journalism classroom.

The next generation of journalists are going to be held just as responsible as every writer that has come before them. And they will have to perform those tasks under a larger microscope than we could have ever imagined. Social media is just one of the many weights on their shoulders.

Young journalists must demand that accuracy is still the single biggest burden in their lives. They have to feel it every moment of their existence and demand that those that work above them hold it so sacred that we can never, ever, let “A Rape on Campus” go to press with such storytelling holes looming over the piece and with so many unanswered questions and doubts haunting the writer.

I’ve had enough of being disappointed when these travesties hit journalism. I’m done making excuses for writers that don’t respect the industry or continually use it for personal gain and not the greater good.

My saving grace is knowing there are still plenty of good journalists doing plenty of good journalism. But it’s not easy. It shouldn’t be. And the instant we let our guard down, we will lose our way, our credibility and our proud profession.

The show must (and did) go on

Taking a 4-year-old to a high school play, or any activity over an hour, takes a little bit of planning.

On top of knowing where the closest restrooms are located, you have to be ready for just about anything from a sudden illness to random tears.

On this particular day, though, Addy was feeling great and on some of her best behavior. Of course, it was Valentine’s Day.

After a scrumptious dinner at Summit Grill, the girl and I headed to Lee’s Summit West High School to catch the musical “Cinderella.” It wasn’t Addy’s first time at a theater performance, having seen her old man in a cameo role at “Godspell” last fall.

We arrived to a packed house in the West theater and found a few seats near the back where Addy had a good line of sight to the stage. The house lights when down, the curtain separated away and Addy giggled with excitement as the production began.

As the carriage whisked away Cinderella (played by West senior Jasmin Robinson, her first lead role, where she was simply amazing), Addy and I made a mad dash to beat the intermission-crowd to the restroom.

Turns out, we shouldn’t have been in a hurry.

Little did we know that, at some point, some of the high school orchestra got stuck in the elevator. After a few minutes turned into 20 or more, Addy started to get impatient.

We had restroom trip checked off. Bottled water handy. Snacks close by. But I hadn’t planned for “orchestra in the elevator” delays with her.

As we chatted about what she enjoyed about the first act, I explained that “Cinderella” had a real name and it was “Jasmin.” I shouldn’t have even walked down that road, because the kiddo was really confused about that. Thankfully, the booming voice from the sky saved me with an announcement that there was a minor technical difficulty (although I am sure he had a different phrase for it) and that the production would be resuming shortly. A few minutes later, we learned Act II would be resuming sans a few members of the orchestra.

I almost lost Addy during the delay. A few members of the audience had already shuffled out and it was getting late. Thankfully, the house lights went down and we got rolling again. And I am thrilled we stayed.

The players at West didn’t let the adversity shake them a bit. If it did, they didn’t show it one bit.

When they came out to take a bow, Addy was clapping and cheering like she had just seen the biggest production of her life.

And you know, she probably just had.

Bravo to theater director Brad Rackers and the West Side Stage players. The show had to go on and they made sure everyone had a special Valentine’s evening.