Where am I? West of Roanoke

Dwayne Yancey at the non-profit news website Cardinal News just responded to a “Whatever the hell is west of Roanoke” snarky comment about southwest Virginia with an entertaining column that reminded me that 2024 is my 20th year living “west of Roanoke,” 17 of them in Virginia’s section of the New River Valley, after three in Knoxville.

In fact, I’m not sure I’ve set foot in Roanoke itself more than a dozen times in all those years — a few contra dances, a couple of shopping trips and, coincidentally, a Cardinal News anniversary meeting, plus a couple of Roanoke hospital visits. That’s about it. I did feel a little connection to the city when I subscribed to the Roanoke Times, but that ended after new out-of-state owners closed its New River Valley Bureau, ending regular coverage of the City of Radford (where I live), Blacksburg (other than Virginia Tech sports), and neighboring counties. There was nothing much left in the paper that interested me, and its website ads made the online version too annoying to browse. So Roanoke fell off my map.

Most everything that interests me is south and west of Roanoke, a region that gets some publicity as “The Crooked Road: Virginia’s Heritage Music Trail,” including events and attractions in the counties and cities that border West Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee and North Carolina. Some of those states’ capitals are closer than Richmond, which I’ve visited a total of once since moving to Virginia — and that was to see a guy who had some interesting instruments for sale. I detoured up to Richmond on my way home from a visit to Chapel Hill. I think the instrument seller has moved to Florida.

I’ve explored a little due-west and northwest of Roanoke on the way to summer and fall weeks at the Augusta Heritage Workshops in Elkins and Cass, W.V… and I’m temped to explore the Roanoke area’s Shenandoah National Park sometime, but there are plenty of parks and forests farther south and west, with less I-81 truck traffic between me and them.

If The Blue Ridge Parkway ever gets its Roanoke area repairs completed, I may drive up to Shenandoah that way, but I’m actually more tempted to head south to explore Parkway features in North Carolina. So far, I’ve hardly gotten past the Blue Ridge Music Center in Galax.

Here’s a piece of the Crooked Road map to give out-of-state friends a visual reference. The state lines are very lightly marked, but Tennessee and North Carolina are at the bottom, Kentucky and West Virginia are off to the left and up I-77, and Richmond is somewhere to the right, out of mind and out of sight. The place names on the right side of the map remind me of an old song. It announces, “It’s a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,” the route of an ill-fated mail train that wrecked on its way to Spencer, N.C., on September 27, 1903. I’ve thought of re-tracing that route sometime — or the part of it sufficiently south to not feel like it’s “east of Roanoke.”



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Free Journalism

Thinking aloud here… As mentioned in the article below, free tuition at journalism schools would be a good thing, especially if journalism schools have a way to teach students how to make a living at journalism today, not just how we lucky folks born in the first half of the 20th century made a living at it.

I wrote the first draft of this posting on Facebook to share the New York Times op edit below, but also after speaking to a journalism class at the university where I quit teaching 11 years ago. I was talking about my quirky Jheroes.com media history research.

When the professor and I asked the students for questions, instead of anything about my research and presentation, I was faced with the inevitable: “How do I get a job in journalism today?” I was already annoyed that nobody in the room seemed to want to write about anything but sports, so I didn’t do a great job answering the question. 

In this longer essay, I’ve expanded that Facebook post of mine into the answer I tried to give the students, but now I have spent more time expressing my ignorance. Maybe someone who knows more than I do about successful paths into making money in today’s online publishing world will add comments here. But will it be journalism, and what is journalism anyway?

Back before the turn of the 21st century, I think the functional definition of journalism was, “Everything that newspapers have been doing for the past hundred years.”

That included sensational crime stories, light romance, celebrity scandals, “human interest” defined to include cute animals and funny looking vegetables, crossword puzzles, comic strips, advice to the lovelorn, recipes, obituaries, birth announcements, wedding announcements, fashion pages, and lots of political speeches. Today, with the internet, you should be able to get all of those things directly — from the web pages of creative artists, merchants, funeral directors, preachers, politicians, and public relations folks… without really needing a journalist in the middle.

I think that is the real reason most of the journalism industry from the 20th century is now in the hands of vulture capitalists selling off its presses, retiring its investigative reporters, scrapping its community memory libraries of local history, and removing the locally owned press as a respected institution.

Today, I’ll define journalism as what is left, and is worth paying for: “Informing people about things that affect their lives or hearts, especially things involving public affairs and civic life.”

To do that kind of journalism well, reporters should be able to write clearly and powerfully, and they should generally understand “how things work,” especially the functional, beneficial and corrupt parts of government, science and worldwide economics. There is room in there for emotion, human drama, tears and laughter. But reporters must know how to find the facts they need to tell strong stories, which are also the facts readers need to make decisions.

And these days they have to know how to make a living at it without a supportive Newsroom full of old pros, a newspaper morgue down the hall full of clippings and other local knowledge, and an institution that has the respect of the people of their town. Daily newspapers used to be big buildings on Main Street, sponsors of little league teams, summer camps for kids, including the newspaper carriers who had an exemption from child labor laws, and Christmas sing-alongs.. I’ve heard they even gave away free ice in the summertime back in the days before air conditioning.

Those times sure have changed. Now, the Future of Journalism may be in the hands of nonprofit newspapers that are good at finding grant-funding, and pay-per-view operations like Medium and Substack, personal subscription email newsletters, podcasts and blogs, or TikTok and YouTube “influencer” accounts with lots of product-seller sponsorships, which I find a risky way to support your freedom of speech.

To be a well-rounded journalist in any of those media, free journalism school might not be enough. I’d recommend a double major, adding economics, ecology, government, science, civil engineering, computer network and communication technologies, literature, philosophy, ethics, sociology, or history.

Come to think of it, while we are at it, it would probably be good to make medical schools free, especially if that would inspire doctors to see their profession as a public trust, not something they should surrender to the bottom line of stockholders, board members and executives in medical corporations.

And it would be great news for democracy to make civic-minded anti-greed, anti-corruption courses free.

There would also be wonderful irony in making courses on economic capitalism free. But, sure, let’s start with journalism school…

“One Way to Help a Journalism Industry in Crisis: Make J-School Free,” by Graciela Mochkofsky, dean at CUNY’s Craig Newmark Graduate School of Journalism.

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Facebook outage on March 5 at 10:30 a.m.

This is why I have accounts on WordPress, Mastodon, and the X formerly known as Twitter. And trust newspapers on the “open web” and Google searches to find answers.

I’d fallen asleep to a replay of a Meredith Axelrod and Craig Ventresco livestream concert from the night before, started it playing again on my phone at the breakfast table, then after a while got a never-before-seen Facebook message informing me that I had been logged out. It may have said something like “session expired,” at about 10:30 a.m., and since I normally don’t watch Facebook replays of livestreams, I wondered if that was the cause…

Grabbed the laptop to remind myself of my Facebook password, tried it and couldn’t log in on either the phone or the laptop. So, off to Twitter and Mastodon.

Discovered there are websites called https://downdetector.com and https://MetaStatus.com that keeps track of such things. Also pleasantly surprised to see that as early as 10:41 a.m. The Hartford Courant (“The nation’s oldest newspaper in continuous publication”), where I spent the 1970s, had a story by 11 a.m. When I got around to looking at it, The New York Times had a few more details.

On DownDetector, reports were coming in from New York to Nepal saying that Facebook, Instagram and Facebook Messenger were unavailable.

At 11:11 a.m. I was relaxing in the assurance that the world is still spinning, that my phone had not been hacked (I received, and ignored, a “warning possible spam” call from an unidentified Virginia number just before 10:30) and that my WordPress account could still spread the word. Now I’m going out for a walk.

———————————— PAUSE ———————————-

Well, instead of going for a walk, I kept poking around Mastodon, saw a reference to someone not being able to log into YouTube, so went over there — where I had been working on a mandolin tutorial the previous day. It was fine, so I strummed along for an hour instead of going for that walk.

At 12:45 p.m., went to close some browser windows and saw that Mastodon had a post saying, “Why can’t Facebook ever stay down?” So I checked Facebook and Messenger, and they appear to be back. Now I’m really going out for that walk.

=================== — Update — =========================

More than a week later, I went back to see what Google could find about the cause of the March 5 Facebook outage. The first substantial article that came up in a search was this one at Forbes:
Facebook and Instagram Down – Here’s Why. The Forbes technology reporters also linked to a more technical site for further information, ThousandEyes.com, which I’ll be bookmarking for the next mysterious outage. Here’s the March 5 analysis: meta-outage-analysis-march-5-2024 and, if you want lots more information, you apparently can register for a March 12 “webinar” on coincidental March 5 meta-comcast-linkedin-outages.

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The February March

That’s the title of a song by Lou and Peter Berryman that you can find on their website or YouTube, a prequel to their even more profound song “April May.” But I’m just stealing it as a heading for my latest collection of “photos I posted last month on Facebook that I’d like more people to be able to see.”

I was in the woods at the Rocky Knob picnic ground on the Blue Ridge Parkway when the sun went down, so I finished a quick and chilly 1 mi walk as the temperature ducked beneath 40, and swung up onto the Saddle Overlook for a just-after-sunset photo silhouette of Buffalo Mountain against the fiery sunset, plus one of Rocky Knob’s distinctive rocks… with an old tree sitting and resting.

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Nando Anniversary

My writing & Web career, by the cupful

What started as a reply to a former colleague’s reminder of a 1994 Web journalism anniversary turned into this verbose reminiscence, trying to explain how I wound up spending my weekend mornings 1994-98 helping destroy the newspaper industry by setting the precedent for giving away all the news that was fit to upload. And that meant pretty much all the news there was.

Bruce Siceloff of the Raleigh News & Observer (N&O) was the editor who introduced me to NandO Net in December, 1994. And he was the one who tagged me in his post about the anniversary of the paper’s pioneering online news site.

I’m just pasting what I put on Facebook here.

Thank you for the tag, Bruce. And Happy Birthday! So many memories!

How I got there:

After 11 years at the Hartford Courant, an anthropology master’s, and four years as a software company tech (& PR) writer, I had written a “final essay” about hypertext for my Wesleyan MALS degree in 1988, and then (via USENET) watched, intrigued, as Tim Berners Lee’s ideas about a networked hypertext markup language (HTML) and HTTransferProtocol took off over the next few years.

By then, I was fulltime staff for a boating magazine, freelancing for computer mags, and setting up a BBS for boaters. I finally gave up on the BBS and freelance writing and applied to a PhD program at UNC in 1993. I’d seen hypertext projects computer science Professor John Smith was doing in 1987, and was encouraged by a visit with Jane Brown, a J-school prof. (“Where do they get these names?” I wondered.)

When I arrived in 1994, I met the head of UNC Sunsite, one of the first websites I had used via the BiX online service, and of course his name was Paul Jones. Since I had only a bare-minimum assistantship at the J-school ($8,000?), I asked him for a part-time job. He said to give him an HTML version of my resume, my first “web page,” but done without a server.

Paul had no openings for someone with my non-coding background, but I had a copy of the HTML resume on a floppy disk in my shirt pocket while helping Jane Brown with some problem on her computer. She introduced me (“new PhD student, into computers and journalism”) to a visiting friend from another department. She said her husband worked at the News & Observer and might like to meet me. I gave her the disk.

Bruce called me up the next day and said the disk was blank. (I think he was using a PC and it was a Macintosh format floppy, or vice versa.) I said I could just email him the HTML file, and he said something like, “You mean you can do that?”

He passed the resume over to Michael Carmean, I have forgotten everyone’s titles at this point, and he made a generous hourly pay offer, and my 4-year career with Nando began, trained by Joe Sterling and Sam Barnes on the N & O copy desk during Christmas break 1994, then filling in on school breaks and working solo weekend early morning “shovelware” shifts.

For the most part, I wrote fresh headlines and new ledes, with scripted automated HTML formatting, for overnight international-wire stories, updating huge headline-farm archive pages for stories like the death of Princess Diana.

I cut down commuting by using an antique SII-Coyote terminal in the Chapel Hill News (N&O Bureau) office and rarely set foot in Raleigh.

When I finished my PhD coursework, after the sale to McClatchy, and with Nando as a standalone under a new “management team,” I asked for a full-time job, got an offer lower than my part-time hourly rate, and quit to work on the UNC Grad School’s grantsmanship website instead.

I came back to Raleigh for my dissertation research, but not at Nando, where my previous paychecks and full-time-disappointment would not make for the best research ethics.

Instead, I set off interviewing the small creative team building wral-tv.com … then I tracked their design and redesign decisions remotely for several years while teaching in Boston, and finally presented the dissertation in 2003. By that time, what had started as a forward-looking “New Media” project was already history.

Apologies for the oldguy verbosity..
Like I said, so many memories!

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To be continued.. with internet archive links to actual Nando pages from 1996 to 1998, and maybe some links on names and references above, which weren’t possible in the original Facebook posting.

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Posted in biography, Digital Culture, Future of news, HTML, hyperlocal, hypertext, Internet Archive, Journalism, Media History, memories, Nando Times, Newspapers, Raleigh News & Observer, WebDesign, wesleyan

Student nostalgia and a book

A university president who blogs! I may have to buy Wesleyan University President Michael S. Roth’s latest book, which gets a gentle promotion in his latest blog entry, along with issues that came up at recent public events. The new book is about being a student, including the kind of “being a student” that takes a lifetime, which he makes a very good case for…

I’ve been there more than once…

I’ve never met President Roth, having arrived at Wesleyan as a grad student the year he graduated, 1978, and having started my last teaching job here in Virginia the year he became president of our shared alma mater in Connecticut, 2007. I feel the coincidences connect us.

I already had my UConn bachelor’s when I came to Wesleyan — but I stayed for most of a decade. Result, two master’s degrees in dissimilar subjects amid a couple of jagged moves in my career, both inspired, in a way by Wesleyan, but that is a longer story than I have time for right now.

A few years later I went to UNC Chapel Hill, hoping one more time in graduate school would pull my scattered interests together, and also help me feel more confident (and credentialed) in front of a classroom.

And when I retired from teaching, after 11 years and three tries, the first thing I did was sign up for a series of online courses back at Wesleyan and at a couple of European universities.

Roth’s book,  “The Student: A Short History” does appear to have my number!

Meanwhile…

Part of the reason for this blog entry is having the note about President Roth updating his blog remind me that I have not dusted off this one in several months, not even to repost some of the scenic sunsets and weather pictures I’ve put on Facebook over the intervening months, which hardly adds up to the “other journalism” title of the page.

I will try to do better in 2024.

That’s about how much winter the city of Radford, Virginia, had in the first two months of the 2023-2024 winter season. It stayed cold for a week.. below freezing, that is. But there wasn’t a lot more snow. Of course I should knock on wood while writing this in early February.

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Another autumn on the Blue Ridge

Some photos friends on Facebook liked… text added weeks later, after original smartphone upload of photos… If the captions sound like “alt text” descriptions, that’s because I didn’t have time to do both.

Color-changing green forest with gold and brown highlights stretching toward rolling hills with green fields, more forests, and the hump-shaped Buffalo Mountain in Floyd, Va., with the setting sun filtering through clouds above and behind it.
Color-changing green forest seen from above, with gold and brown highlights stretching toward rolling hills with green fields, more forests, and the hump-shaped Buffalo Mountain in Floyd, Va., with the setting sun filtering through clouds above and behind it. Photo from the Saddle Overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway, by Bob Stepno, October 2023.

Zoomed Eastern/Southeastern view photographed from the Blue Ridge Parkway between the Rock Castle Gorge and Rocky Knob overlooks, October, 2023, by Bob Stepno.
Eastern view between the Rock Castle Gorge and Rocky Knob overlooks on the Blue Ridge Parkway, October, 2023, by Bob Stepno.
A strangely split boulder along the Rocky Knob Recreation Area picnic loop road, October 2023, by Bob Stepno.
Sunset glowing through some of the first trees to turn orange and gold in October 2023, alongside the Rocky Knob Recreation Area parking lot on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
One of my almost monthly photos of the deteriorating Trail (or Trails?) family cabin at the Smartview Recreation Area on the Blue Ridge Parkway. October, 2023, photo by Bob Stepno.
Some of the year’s last blossoms, through the chain link fence at the city of Radford community gardens along the city’s Riverway bike path, October 2023 photo by Bob Stepno.
Golden October trees on the Pulaski County side of the New River, from the Radford Riverway biking and walking path adjacent to Radford University athletic fields. Photo by Bob Stepno.

Posted in 2023, Appalachia, Blue Ridge Parkway, Floyd, photography, Radford

Movie night

YouTube just brought me a movie I’ve been wanting to watch again for years, but just haven’t gotten around to tracking down a copy. It is forever linked in my memory with another film, but I bought a DVD of that one a while ago. Maybe I will watch it tonight…

I think my mother was in the hospital for (or recuperating from) serious surgery when my father took me to the movies, the one time that it was just the two of us. I was 11. The movies were probably a way to get us both out of the house, and make it appropriate for him to just say “shh” and pass the popcorn when I asked too many questions. It was a double feature, “The Gene Krupa Story” and “Our Man in Havana.”

Both left me with questions, especially about sex (“Dad, why does that Cuban lady want that man to untie the front of her shirt?”). I don’t remember his answer to that one, but do remember that the main dangers of Gene Krupa’s marijuana smoking were that “it made his drum sticks slippery,” and that it was illegal, both of which could wreck a career.

Interesting, in retrospect, that both films had plenty of scenes in nightclubs, while both of my parents worked in one… although not as exotic as those in the movies. But how did I know?

My strongest memory from either movie was the “Our Man in Havana” checker game with miniature liquor bottles. I was learning chess at the time, and falsely remembered it as a chess game, but it would have been much too difficult to assign all those different chessmen to different brands of liquor. Very funny, in any case, and an effective caution against over-consumption of alcohol.

I hadn’t remembered, until “Our Man in Havana” appeared in my YouTube feed today, that Alec Guinness’s character’s daughter is named Millie, my mother’s name, and that she is his motivation, the center of the story.

He becomes a secret agent to raise money to send her out of the clutches of Ernie Kovacs, strangely cast as a Cuban officer. Strangely because I think he and Burl Ives were the only familiar faces in the movie. Maybe I didn’t recognize Burl without a guitar, but Ernie was firmly associated with cigars, even without his TV show’s Edie Adams commercials. Those were educational too. And Anita O’Day was in the Gene Krupa movie playing herself as a nightclub singer, like my mom.

I doubt that my father knew there would be a “Millie” in either movie; in any case, I don’t remember talking about it. I do like to think that he and I both laughed at the puns at the end, since playing with words was one of the things we had in common.

Posted in 1950s, film, memories, movies, popular culture, storytelling

Canadian smoke over Southern Appalachians?

June 10, 2023, Radford, Virginia, photos by Bob Stepno

Facebook friends have given 72 “likes” on the sunset telephoto from my upstairs window, so I’m putting it here for friends and family who don’t do Facebook.

By the way, the tree line in the foreground is here in Radford, a glimpse of some low-lying trees is down toward the New River, the city line; the first ridge is across the river in Pulaski County. The clock on the tallest Radford University dormitory is a little over a mile away, hidden by trees at the right edge of the zoomed out photograph.

The farthest ridge visible in the zoomed in photo, I’m guessing, is in Giles County, Va., possibly including the Appalachian Trail and the West Virginia state line, which both follow one or another of that county’s ridgetops.

But it could be there’s a taller ridge in the way in one county or the other. I’m still new here and would happily be corrected by any local mountaineer who recognizes specific contours in the photo. If they give me some information on Facebook, I will come back and add it here.

That was the week that New York had health warnings because of the wildfire smoke coming down from Canada. It didn’t get as bad here, but we did have odd low overcast cloudy days that, along with this sunset, I assume were our share of those Canadian forests.

Here is hoping that building a natural gas pipeline across those Virginia and West Virginia mountain ridges, coupled with global warming, does not turn into a wildfire disaster for these Southern Appalachian forests.

Photo note: Samsung S23 smartphone; no filters, no Photoshop.

Posted in 2023, Appalachia, blogging, environment, photography, Radford, Southwestern Va, Virginia

Newspapermen meet such interesting people

… especially other newspaper folks.

Oh, that Thompson! … I never thought I’d actually know someone who was a character in a “Peanuts” book alongside Charlie Brown and Snoopy! But Doug Thompson of Floyd, Virginia, tells that story, and several others from his (cherished) journalism and (somewhat regretted) political career, in today’s entry at his blog, “Blue Ridge Muse.” I recommend it to journalism students who are not yet convinced that reporting careers like his might still exist.

Doug’s lead photo reminds me that I, too, met and photographed Paul Newman during my (also cherished, but shorter and less traveled) journalism career. It’s an anecdote that has yet to make it into my blog because — as happened to Sherlock Holmes now and then — I was outdone by a nemesis named Moriarty.

My Mr. Moriarty (It took a Facebook friend from those days to remind me of his first name; see footnote) was senior photographer at the competing Willimantic Daily Chronicle, while I was in my first year at The Hartford Courant.

Moriarty not only got a picture of Paul Newman at a Willimantic political campaign stop on a weekend afternoon back in 1970, but he — true paparazzi style — stuck with the actor and his Congressional candidate friend’s entourage for hours. Moriarty eventually sold a photo-feature of the star of “The Hustler” shooting pool at a local Willimantic bar to, I think, Coronet Magazine. (As I recall, the establishment was called the Shell Chateau.)

In my defense, I had to get back to the Willimantic Bureau of The Courant and write my story for the next morning’s edition, as well as entrusting my roll of film to an intercity bus driver to get it to the photo department in Hartford, back in those days before digital uploads.

And then I probably had to edit a bunch of stories by surrounding-town correspondents, take an obituary over the phone from Mr. Potter, the local funeral director, and check for arrest and accident reports from the city and two State Police barracks. Moriarty didn’t even have to develop his film until the next morning, since The Chronicle was an afternoon newspaper with no Sunday edition.

Aha! I knew if I kept writing long enough I would remember the name of the Congressional candidate Newman was stumping for. It was anti-Vietnam War candidate Joseph Duffey.

He lost, alas. (In a three-way race, to a somewhat liberal Republican, when such people existed.) I cannot blame Moriarty for that. In fact, I don’t really blame him for anything. I was a fan of Mr. Moriarty, a professional and a gentleman, with a good sense of humor, who taught me some basic rules of photojournalism in that first year on the job…

For example, on my very first assignment with my new ($75, used) camera — protesters picketing on the Windham town green on horseback — he let me frame a shot and press the shutter button exactly once. Then he pointed out that I still had the cap on the lens.

Footnotes: A Facebook connection to Vin Crosbie (of The Chronicle’s publishing family) paid off, confirming my recollections of the late Mr. Moriarty’s skill and personality, and reminding me that his first name was Richard; Rest in peace, Richard T. Moriarty Sr. (1905-1981).
Another Facebook friend caught the reference in the title of this blog post, a song that I have known since the 1960s, although it goes back another decade or two as a Newspaper Guild anthem:

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