Monday, December 5, 2016

Richard Wayne Penniman ► Monday Musical Appreciation

On this day in 1932, Richard Wayne Penniman was born, 2 years before Pat Boone.We know Penniman by his stage name, Little Richard.

Not Now Silly could -- like usual -- give you the kind of capsule biography found here, or here, or here. But, in the NNS Newsroom we'd rather Rock and Roll by the guy that invented it.

Crank it up and D A N C E ! ! !

Thursday, December 1, 2016

We All Compute ► Throwback Thursday

As I downsize the condo, I have discovered some amazing buried treasures, like my old business card.

It was tucked into my mother's address book on the end table in the Florida Room, which I left as a small, bizarre memorial to her after she died 11 years ago. That's when I moved to Florida to take care of Pops. I had never looked inside before. The card must have meant something to her because there were very few business cards inside. Or, she just just stuck it there when I sent it to her and promptly forgot all about it.

In the Go-Go '90s, I was a columnist for We Compute. We Compute was, just like television, designed to be a conduit for advertising to the masses, with the content almost an afterthought. Like most of my freelance writing it started by studying the publication in question and then pitching the editor, who I had never met, an idea.

The pitch was simple:  How about a column on how to navigate the World Wide Web?

Sounds stupid, right? Yes, in retrospect it does sound that way. However, at the time it was a stroke of brilliance. Today getting around the web is second nature to people of all ages, but at the time it was neither easy, nor intuitive.

Those were the days when most of the population had yet to hear the words "World Wide Web" and "Information Superhighway." Computers were not yet ubiquitous. A vast majority of households still did not have a computer. Of those that did a vast majority were not even connected to the interwebs. Those that were connected had to deal with spotty dial-up service on phone lines that would disconnect in the middle of a giant file download. [When I was your age...] Online veterans, of which I was already, were beginning to dump their 300 baud modems for 1200 and 2400, speeds that seemed fast as lightening compared to what we had been used to. Internet cable still didn't yet exist.

Web browsers were still pretty new and Netscape quickly became the preferred way to get around the World Wide Web. These were also the days when trying to find what you wanted was next to impossible. There were a lot of interesting web pages being created, and one could spend hours upon hours wandering around, but the navigation -- the lack of road signs on the early superhighway -- would get you lost almost every time. One of the only choices for a search engine was AltaVista. If you didn't spell something properly, or use the exact upper and lower case, it would kick up no results, or bad results, or funny results.

After a while I wrote about whatever I wanted, not just web navigation
So, I created a column pitch that I thought was a no-brainer. Every month I'd write a column giving We Compute readers little tips and tricks to navigate their way around the web and then highlight some web pages they may not have ever discovered on their own. My editor was also a no-brainer. He did not see my vision and had to be convinced that it was a good idea.

Then he named my column Web Headly, which I never thought was a good idea.

IRONY ALERT: Even though I was writing a monthly column about the internet, once a month I would have to save my article onto a 3 inch floppy drive and then trek the 11 miles across town by transit, a trip that would involve a streetcar, transferring to the subway, transferring to another subway line, and then a trolley bus to the We Compute offices. With luck I could be there in an hour, but if there were any delays, it could take me as much as 2.5 hours.

Incidentally, that's where I first met Roxanne Tellier, whose writing I have followed ever since. She's also become a very dear friend over the years and I get to see her whenever I visit Toronto.

Monday, November 28, 2016

John Lennon's Last Concert Appearance ► Monday Musical Appreciation

Read the official report at
Elton John's official website:


40 Years Ago Today…Elton
and John Lennon In Concert

Part 1
Part 2
On this day in 1974 John Ono Lennon made his very last concert appearance, on stage at Madison Square Garden.

This was not a Lennon concert. It was an Elton John show and Lennon was a surprise guest. He was there to fulfill a bet he and Elton made after recording "Whatever Gets You Through the Night." According to Ultimate Classic Rock:
It began with the bet. Elton John sang and played piano on both “Surprise Surprise (Sweet Bird of Paradox)” and “Whatever Gets You Thru the Night” for Lennon’s 1974 album Walls and Bridges. To that point, Lennon had been the only former Beatle who’d never achieved a solo No. 1 single — a streak Elton suggested would be snapped by “Whatever.” So confident was Elton, in fact, that he suggested a little wager.

“He sang harmony on it and he really did a damn good job,” Lennon told David Sheff in 1980. “So, I sort of halfheartedly promised that if ‘Whatever Gets You Thru the Night’ became No. 1, which I had no reason to expect, I’d do Madison Square Garden with him. So one day Elton called and said, ‘Remember when you promised…'”
Despite Lennon's pessimism, "Whatever Gets You Through the Night" blew past Bachman-Turner Overdrive's "You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet" to reach the toppermost of the poppermost, to steal a phrase. Lennon had little choice in the matter. unless he wanted to be known as a welsher

There is almost no footage of the event:


However, the concert was recorded, which is why a fan could assemble this recreated video of the performance.


Lennon would subsequently reconcile with Yoko Ono, following what's been termed his Lost Weekend, although it lasted far longer than a weekend: 18 months, in fact. After he and Yoko reunited is when he began his househusband phase, a 5-year period in which he stayed away from the recording studio. Then he and Yoko recorded and released "Double Fantasy." Just as it was rising in the charts -- as no one needs reminding -- he was murdered returning home from the studio on the evening of December 8, 1980.


This date is also known for several other Beatles-related stories. According to The Music History Calendar on this date in:
1966: The Beatles [recorded] Strawberry Fields Forever

1967
: The Beatles [recorded] The Beatles' Fifth Christmas Record

1968: John Lennon and Yoko Ono appear at the Marylebone Magistrates' Court, London, to answer charges of cannabis resin posession. Lennon pleads guilty and is fined 150 pounds and 20 guineas.

1970: George Harrison [releases], My Sweet Lord1979: Ringo Starr's home in Los Angeles burns down, destroyed by fire.
Incidentally, earlier in the year John Lennon and former-band mate Paul McCartney reunited after the Beatles breakup to record together for the very last time. Bootleggers have long shared this mess and named it "A Toot and a Snore in '74" for obvious reasons.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Donald Trump's Annotated Thanksgiving Message

Where are his tiny hands?
President-elect, and Twitterer In Chief, Donald J. Trump has released a Thanksgiving message that needs answering. That's why I'm here.

He hasn't held a press conference yet, but this is his 2nd video release, in an attempt to go over the heads of the media and lie directly to the 'Merkin public. The Not Now Silly Newsroom is poised to pop his pomposity.


We are very blessed to call this nation our home. And that is what America is: it is our home. 
Oh, Donald! You're only one line in and you are not only repeating yourself already, but saying the obvious.
It’s where we raise our families, care for our loved ones, look out for our neighbors, and live out our dreams.
After attacking people for almost 2 years, you now wants us to look out for our neighbours??? Unless they're Black, Muslim, or LGBT, that is. Amirite?

Look at the people you've appointed to your cabinet so far. Are those people who support inclusiveness or division? NNS reports. My readers decide.
It is my prayer, that on this Thanksgiving, we begin to heal our divisions and move forward as one country, strengthened by a shared purpose and very, very common resolve.
Are you serious, Drumpf?

You're now asking us to heal the divisions you caused with your relentless twittering?

I have a common resolve with many 'Merkins: To make it as difficult for you as the GOP did to President Obama. To make your life as miserable as your mendacious Birther campaign did for Black folk and the POTUS. To expose you as the fraud and conman you are. The next 4 years promises to be fun in that regard.
In declaring this national holiday, President Lincoln called upon Americans to speak with “one voice and one heart.” That’s just what we have to do.
Quoting Abraham Lincoln does not make you a statesman. Quoting Donald J. Trump proves you are not.
We have just finished a long and bruising political campaign. 
And, who was the biggest bullying bruiser on the block? Step right up, Divider In Chief.
Emotions are raw and tensions just don’t heal overnight. 
The dogs of hate you unleashed will never heal. You made overt racism cool again to a large segment of this country with your lies, xenophobia, and -- yes -- racism. This is all on you, Agent Orange. 
It doesn’t go quickly, unfortunately, but we have before us the chance now to make history together to bring real change to Washington, real safety to our cities, and real prosperity to our communities, including our inner cities. So important to me, and so important to our country. But to succeed, we must enlist the effort of our entire nation.
Boilerplate bullshit. The only history that will be made is of a president worse than George W. Bush. Already you have made decisions that ensure only part of the nation is represented. Again: Look at your Cabinet of Deplorables. These are all people who have a history of divisiveness.
This historic political campaign is now over. Now begins a great national campaign to rebuild our country and to restore the full promise of America for all of our people.
Your words are inclusive. Your actions are not. Your appointments are not. Your tweets are not. Since I know you to be the biggest liar to ever run for public office, I will go by your actions, not what bullshit on a teleprompter that comes tumbling from your pie hole.
I am asking you to join me in this effort. It is time to restore the bonds of trust between citizens. 
You mean the bonds you helped destroy with your scorched earth presidential campaign?

Join you? Why, are you falling apart? Buh duh boom!
Because when America is unified, there is nothing beyond our reach, and I mean absolutely nothing.
If only the presidency had been beyond the reach of your tiny hands. It should have been, but 'Merka just lost its mind.

When you made fun of a handicapped reporter, that should have ended it all. However, the people who voted for you cared little about good manners, decency, or Political Correctness. They were just pissed off at everything and everybody. You were the middle finger they extended.
Let us give thanks for all that we have, and let us boldly face the exciting new frontiers that lie ahead.
We are all watching -- in real time -- the hate you unleashed. Whether it's attacks on people who don't look like your mostly White male supporters, or the hate being expressed against you in protests that seem to grow daily. You've managed to bring the country together for a new frontier to:
Make 'Merka Hate Again.

Thank you. God Bless You and God Bless America.
#WhoWouldJesusBitchSlap?

The First Televised Murder ► Throwback Thursday

I found this newspaper in Pops' stuff when I was sorting
I was just 11 years old in 1963 and already numb from the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.

It was the time in my life I was just becoming politically aware. Kennedy was a young, vibrant president who replaced Ike Eisenhower, who seemed like an old fuddy duddy in comparison.

I still didn't know the difference between Democrat or Republican, or what political platforms were. However, there was one thing I knew: President Kennedy was revered by the Black community for having championed the Civil Rights Act in his speech from the Oval Office on June 11, 1963. This followed his sending out the National Guard to protect 2 Black students who had enrolled at the University of Alabama, but had been prevented from attending.

It was also during this period I started going out with the moving crews for my father's store on 12th Street. [See: The Detroit Riots] This involved delivering furniture to the Black folk living in the 4-story walk-ups and duplexes in the area. One thing that always struck me was how many of these homes had small altars on mantles and tables. In these displays a combination of 3 people were represented: Jesus Christ, President Abraham Lincoln, and J.F.K.

This president seemed golden and his administration was later called Camelot by hagiographers, long before we learned of his personal peccadilloes and that he started the march into Vietnam that LBJ put on steroids.

The entire country seemed to be on hold. There was nothing else to do that Sunday morning, but sit in front of the television watching the wall-to-wall coverage of the Kennedy assassination.

I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was alone. I don't know where my parents or sisters were, but I was glued to the tee vee. Every channel was showing the same thing. We were shown the commotion at the Dallas police HQ as they were about to transfer assassin Lee Harvey Oswald to a safer, more secure jail.

Just as Oswald was coming into camera view, Jack Ruby lunged forward and fired one shot into his stomach. Ironically, Oswald was rushed to the same hospital where President Kennedy was pronounced dead.

This is the channel I was watching:

It was the first live televised murder and it shocked me to my core. I have now seen the same footage thousands of time in the 53 years since. We all have. But not everyone was a witness to the event as it happened.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Dr. John ► Monday Musical Appreciation

Please read the story My Days With John Sinclair, in
which Dr. John makes a surprise guest appearance
Blowing out 76 candles on his cake today is Malcolm John "Mac" Rebennack, better know to the world as Dr. John.

Dr. John became known to music lovers with the release of his first LP Gris-Gris in the late 60s. However, he had already paid his musical dues by then. He quit high school to play professionally in clubs in New Orleans. He also produced mono singles for a few local artists. His guitar-playing career was almost over before it started when his left ring finger was shot off after he came to the defense of a band mate. He switched to bass guitar for a while, but finally settled on piano.

After a run in with the law, and a 2-year stretch in a federal prison on drug charges, headed to Los Angeles. There "he became a "first call" session musician in the booming Los Angeles studio scene in the 1960s and 1970s and was part of the so-called "Wrecking Crew" stable of studio musicians. He provided backing for Sonny & Cher (and some of the incidental music for Cher's first film, Chastity), for Canned Heat on their albums Living the Blues (1968) and Future Blues (1970), and for Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention on Freak Out! (1966), as well as for many other acts", according to the know-it-all Wiki.

This hypnotic tune is from his first LP

When it became time to record his first LP, he adopted the name Dr. John Creaux after a Dr. John Montaine, a New Orleans historical character, rumoured to have been an African potentate and a practitioner of voodoo. According to the WikiWackyWoo:
He recalls reading about the original Doctor John in his youth, a purported Senegalese prince who came to New Orleans from Haiti, a medicinal and spiritual healer. The Doctor was a free man of color who lived on Bayou Road and claimed to have 15 wives and over 50 children. He maintained a fascination with reptiles and kept an assortment of snakes and lizards, along with embalmed scorpions and animal and human skulls. His specialization was healing, and as such, in selling gris-gris, voodoo amulets that protected the wearer from harm. Gris-Gris became the name of Dr. John the musician's famed debut album, his own form of "voodoo medicine".[8]
Rebennack was not supposed to be the Dr. John fronting this gumbo stew of a band. That was should have been Ronnie Barron, a singer friend from New Orleans. However, Barron's manager talked him out of it and he went to work for Sonny and Cher instead. So Rebennack took the role of Dr. John and, ironically, the studio time for Sonny and Cher, when they were unable to make their sessions.

Gris-Gris was not a big hit, but has grown in popularity in retrospect. However, it wasn't until his sixth LP, In the Right Place, that Dr. John was in the right place. The tune Right Place, Wrong Time was a Top 20 hit. And Dr. John has gone from strength to strength ever since.


Over the last number of years, Dr. John has been releasing tributes to various artists The first was Duke Elegant, dedicated to the tunes of Duke Ellington; then came Mercernary, highlighting the wonderful songs of Johnny Mercer; and Ske-Dat-De-Dat: The Spirit of Satch, a look at the first scat singer, Louis Armstrong.

Just this year, Dr. John also got the tribute treatment. The Musical Mojo of Dr. John: A Celebration of Mac & His Music is a CD and DVD concert, featuring Bruce Sprongsteen, Anders Osborne, Dirty Dozen Brass Band, Allen Toussaint, Chuck Leavell, Mavis Staples, John Fogerty, and, as they say, many more. The concert was produced and arranged by Don Was.

Watch the official trailer followed by some righteous Dr. John music.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

The Hollywood Blacklist ► Throwback Thursday

According to the Wiki: On this day in 1947 The Screen Actors Guild implements an anti-Communist loyalty oath. 

With the election of racist, xenophobic, and mysoginyst Donald J. Trump, it's more important than ever to use this as a learning experience, unless we want to repeat it.

The Loyalty Oath came during the Communist Witch Hunts of the '40s and '50s, in which both Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan made their bones. It was the era of Joseph McCarthy. 'Merkins were being warned that there were Communists under every bed, or inside every pumpkin in the case of Nixon.

The House Un-American Activities Committee ramped up in 1938 to find subversives and Communists in 'Merka, not that it was illegal to be a Commie. By the next year HUAC issued its "Yellow Report," which called for the internment of Japanese Americans during World War II.

When the war ended HUAC considered briefly investigating the KKK, but decided against it to go after Commies some more. That led to 9 days of hearings in 1947 on Communist influence in the entertainment industry, most notably Hollywood. Ronald Reagan, who was President of the Screen Actors' Guild, went before HUAC and, famously, named names.

The Wiki has more:
Many of the film industry professionals in whom HUAC had expressed interest—primarily screenwriters, but also actors, directors, producers, and others—were either known or alleged to have been members of the American Communist Party. Of the 43 people put on the witness list, 19 declared that they would not give evidence. Eleven of these nineteen were called before the committee. Members of the Committee for the First Amendment flew to Washington ahead of this climactic phase of the hearing, which commenced on Monday, October 27.[22] Of the eleven "unfriendly witnesses", one, √©migr√© playwright Bertolt Brecht, ultimately chose to answer the committee's questions.[23][24]

The other ten refused, citing their First Amendment rights to freedom of speech and assembly. The crucial question they refused to answer is now generally rendered as "Are you now or have you ever been a member of the Communist Party?" Each had at one time or another been a member, as many intellectuals during the Great Depression felt that the Party offered an alternative to capitalism. Some still were members, others had been active in the past and only briefly. The Committee formally accused these ten of contempt of Congress and began criminal proceedings against them in the full House of Representatives.

In light of the "Hollywood Ten"'s defiance of HUAC—in addition to refusing to testify, many had tried to read statements decrying the committee's investigation as unconstitutional—political pressure mounted on the film industry to demonstrate its "anti-subversive" bona fides. Late in the hearings, Eric Johnston, president of the Motion Picture Association of America (MPAA), declared to the committee that he would never "employ any proven or admitted Communist because they are just a disruptive force and I don't want them around."[23] On November 17, the Screen Actors Guild voted to make its officers swear a pledge asserting each was not a Communist.
The Screen Actors Guild Loyalty Oath implemented on this date in 1947 continued for decades. Actor and former-SAG President Richard Masur is quoted in 50 YEARS: SAG REMEMBERS THE BLACKLIST as saying:
"When I joined the Screen Actors Guild in 1973, I signed the loyalty oath that, 20 years earlier, the SAG Board of Directors had made a requirement for membership. I never stopped to consider what it was I was signing. It was one in a series of papers I needed to fill out, and I was so eager to join the Guild, I probably would have signed anything they put in front of me. And I did. That's one of the most frightening legacies of the Blacklist Era: the institutionalization of fear and prejudice.

You see, the Guild Board had not yet removed the loyalty oath from our bylaws. In fact, no action was taken until some new members refused to sign it. Those new members were the rock group The Grateful Dead, and the year was 1967.

Only after The Grateful Dead refused to sign did the Board of Directors reconsider the necessity of a loyalty oath as a precondition for joining a union of artists. Even so, the oath had become so ingrained and institutionalized by that time that initially it could not be entirely eliminated. It was simply made optional. Another seven years would pass before, in July of 1974, a year after I joined, the loyalty oath was finally removed from the Screen Actors Guild bylaws.
That's right. It was the Grateful Dead that finally broke the back of the Loyalty Oath. Masur continues, as he make amends on the 50th Anniversary of the Oath:
Tonight, the Screen Actors Guild would like to express how deeply we regret that when courage and conviction were needed to oppose the Blacklist, the poison of fear so paralyzed our organization.

Only our sister union, Actors Equity Association, had the courage to stand behind its members and help them continue their creative live [sic] in the theater. For that, we honor Actors Equity tonight.

Unfortunately, there are no credits to restore, nor any other belated recognition that we can offer our members who were blacklisted. They could not work under assumed names or employ surrogates to front for them. An actor's work and his or her identity are inseparable.

Screen Actors Guild's participation in tonight's event must stand as our testament to all those who suffered that, in the future, we will strongly support our members and work with them to assure their rights as defined and guaranteed by the Bill of Rights.
With the ugly hate rhetoric that came out of the Trump campaign, we could do worse than remembering how the Grateful Dead stood up for the First Amendment. And, with Donald Trump about to take the oath of office for POTUS, it's incumbent on all of us to stand up for Muslims, Immigrants, Mexicans, LGBT communities, and Black folk and not allow the hate to define us.

Let us be defined by who we defend.
The same goes for Trump supporters.

The Grateful Dead released their debut LP the same year
they refused to sign the Screen Actors Guild Loyalty Oath.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Making Friends Wherever I Go ► Unpacking the Writer

I proudly wear this t-shirt
First the big news: The NEW and IMPROVED Not Now Silly Newsroom will open to the general public on January 1, 2017. Check out the teaser.

Yes, folks, we're going the dot com route.

Excitement and trepidation fills the newsroom as we finally get our own domain name. As longtime readers of NNS can attest, this has been a long time coming, with some speed bumps and roadblocks along the way. Over the last few weeks the dedicated and underpaid NNS staff has been busy preparing for the move to our shiny new digs. We've carefully bubble-wrapped all of the 952 published posts (and the 45 stories still in draft form) from our vast archives to ensure they do not break during shipping. They were lovingly packed into boxes to await the moving men, expected any day now.

One of the things NNS will lose when we abandon this joint are the stats, so let's take what may be our last look at one of the numbers we've run up over here. It amazes me that almost a half a million people have traipsed across the NNS threshold to read what I have to say. Unless it was 1 person visiting 472,851 times. I'm gratified and just a little intimidated. The more people who trust my writing, the more NNS feels the responsibility to publish the truth (as we see it). I understand there are posts here that don't really merit serious attention. The Monday Musical Appreciation and Throwback Thursday, f'rinstance. They're kind of filler between the important stories.

District 2 Commissioner Ken Russell at tent city

Pic shared by Nene MainMarri Coats on Facebook
However, there are NNS posts that I not only want people to take seriously, but to also share all over the innertubes. My recent post, Intense Intents in Tents about the Housing for All Miami protest in Coconut Grove, is one of them. It's the third post in the Unpacking Grand Avenue series, with several more in the works. I was thrilled that Commissioner Russell felt my post was worthy of sharing with his constituents. I was also thrilled to learn that he slept in one of the protest tents on Sunday night.

Not only is Grand Avenue a slow-motion humanitarian crisis, it is Exhibit A in my prosecution of rapacious developers who are only interested in lining their own pockets at the expense of the poor and disenfranchised folk, who are about to be gentrified out of the historic Bahamian enclave that was unique in this country because it had, at one time, the highest percentage of Black home ownership that anywhere else in the country.

Which brings me to why this post is titled Making Friends Wherever I Go. That's sarcasm, folks.

In the last several days I've managed to piss off a lot of people, beginning with some of the folks who attended the Grove 2030 charrette on Saturday who seem to think I called them racist. I'm having a polite dialogue with one gent on Commissioner Russell's facebookery, but I'm in no mood to be polite.

That's because of the fight I am still having with the City of Miami's Public Records Office. It was all I could do not to respond to the latest outrage with every 4-letter word I know. I've been CCing the entire world on our email chain, so I'm not sure how many of them will continue to take my calls.

This month's Top Five
Then there's Tom Falco of the Coconut Grove Grapevine. I had no doubt he'd be angry over Coconut Grove Grapevine, Stop the Lies! I'm just surprised he told so many people because he must know, by now, that people talk to me. He should have spent some of that time correcting his lie and changing his mendacious slogan.

None of that can really spoil the good mood I'm in because my post on the Housing for All protest has become the fastest growing post of all time in the Not Now Silly Newsroom. Closing in on 600 hits in just 3 days makes me hopeful that moving to our own domain is the right thing to do.

Something I've always maintained about the Not Now Silly Newsroom since the very beginning: I don't know what people want. Therefore, I really don't write to please anyone but myself. I go with the philosophy that what is of interest to me will be of interest to others, and some more than others. Not every post here will please everybody, but that's never been the point. The point is to share knowledge, shine light on neglected and forgotten topics, and learn. Hopefully, that will bring the eyeballs that will make going dot com worth it.

I want to send out a big Thank You Very Much to all my loyal readers who are taking the journey with me.

Take it from Kevin Ayers, our most recent Monday Musical Appreciation:

Reply From the Miami Public Records Office and My Response

I have received a reply to Yet Another Open Email to Miami's Public Records Department of  yesterday. Here it is followed by my latest:
Good morning Mr. Westerfield,

The Public Records Division is in the process of reviewing the emails so that we may produce it to you. Throughout the process 148 PST file folders were retrieved based on the search criteria you have selected. Each folder contains approximately at a minimum 850 emails each. While reviewing the folders some were not within the search criteria you have initially selected. We are working with our IT Department to ensure that we are in full compliance with your request. As soon as we have an update we will inform you.

Please feel free to contact us if you should have any further questions.

Thank you,
Isiaa Jones
Paralegal
Dear Ms Jones:

No. This reply is not good enough.

I demand to know why you broke the promise you made to my face on October 12th that you would email the next day with a guesstimate on when this Public Records Request would be fulfilled.

What's more this reply STILL does not answer that basic question: WHEN WILL I GET THE FILES I PAID FOR?

It's this simple: You broke your promise to me. I only received this reply after I started kicking.

You may recall something else I said in our face-to-face meeting (because I certainly do). I apologized that my emails came off as edgy, but that every verbal promise made to me by someone in the City of Miami government has been broken, which is why I like to get it all down in writing. You said you understood and you didn't take it personally.

You should now take it personally because you failed at the most basic part of your job: Keeping your promises. See? I should have gotten it in writing.

Dazzling me with numbers doesn't take the place of fulfilling my Public Records Request, nor does it answer the basic question: WHEN WILL I GET THE FILES I PAID FOR?

Contact you if I have further questions??? You've yet to answer the one question I asked on October 12th.