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Crosswalk

I got this done after six months, and it took a woman’s life to make it happen. I hope her family knows that we care and want safe streets.

The paint is now fading and I don’t know if it will ever be repainted.

One day I told someone that we almost got hit on the new crosswalk and that it was a dark day, indeed. The next day some one stopped and I waved hello and thank you. The next day I saw him and said someone actually stopped for us! He said “I know, it was me.”

Today a police car stopped for us in “my” crosswalk. Thanks ma’am, for making our neighborhood a safer place to live. Supercalifragilisticexpedaladociously, Dee

Dogs and Privacy

http://www.jsonline.com/news/milwaukee/even-dogs-get-privacy-protection-from-overzealous-cops-b99239443z1-253824501.html

Well, Mr. Stingl had his say.

Right out of college I was awarded a political job with much burden in terms of substantial weight because what legislation I wrote would help or harm 34 million people, plus endless hours and weekends and trying to find free food anywhere we could because we made no money. Add that we were also covering for the attorneys that were supposed to assist us but were only there 1-2 days per week so I had to do his work as well.

After my first assistant job that lasted six months I moved to the library which got me familiar with Federal law. All of this was pre-computer so I sent clippings to each Legislative Associate. I got to learn the law and they got to know me. After the summer I was tasked with the largest one-person committee and did everything by hand. I was on good terms with the elevator operator (“bella ragazza”) Tony and knew when I smelled Aramis at 7 a.m. that my big-time Judiciary Committee lawyer (not the weeny one) was in so I could call early. Judiciary and Ways and Means had to weigh in if there was a criminal or monetary penalty in legislation and it wouldn’t pass unless they gave an OK.

Ironically, I was the jack of all trades and master of some. I was tasked with the Freedom of Information Act. Think JFK’s assassination and when those files may become available). Also the Sunshine Laws which make public meetings open to the public.

I was also charged with privacy. Open records and privacy. Years ago, as a young associate, it did not even occur to me that I was walking a tightrope between availability of public records and personal rights of privacy. One thing is no Catholic could vote for a privacy act without embracing the Supreme Court’s right to abortion.

I think this is going to be a two-part series. Ready for it? I wrote to the reporter who says that police redacting of names that are released to the press and public has hit critical mass because it gives no one information. This is because they fear lawsuits for defamation of character et al. Now they’ve started redacting dog names. If it’s an automatic computer program I may understand the redaction of the name Dexter or Chloe.

Two scenarios were given:

One, a blank couple has a dog named Chloe who has been wrongly accused of mauling a toddler, was housed in our city’s court case dog pound filled with dog fighters and was eviscerated immediately after being placed in custody but of course no-one knows that. Everyone who read the paper thought she was guilty but it was another dog in the neighborhood that is still on the loose.

Then there’s Zeb, a sweet Golden Retriever who was in the car when it got in an accident and his folks perished. Zeb survived and went to relatives.

Balancing privacy with freedom of information, I would print the names of Chloe’s parents hoping neighbors would know to steer clear. If Zebulon’s owners are gone and he’s safe, that’s fair game.

I know that the Supreme Court is going to have to rule on this forever, reporters hate it, and police departments are just covering to avoid lawsuits. In the end, I will go for openness and transparency in government. Who is paying your legal bills? We are. Redacting every name is ridiculous just to avoid a lawsuit. I’d rather you pave our streets so my car won’t fall down a sinkhole. Non-cheery, more to come about my struggles between FOIA and privacy. Dee

 

Almost Killed on Local Street

More later. Must take out the dog as it’s nearly seven in the morning and it may even happen again.

Remind me to tell you what I did.

Sorry to have to leave you but Zoe needed to go out. Saturday morning we were out a few minutes after seven, between two wheelchair ramps in the middle of the street. I messed up my ankle on these blasted sidewalks coming back from the grocery Thursday afternoon and was icing and trying to take it easy,

There were three cars coming one way, behind a red light a block away. No traffic the other way. Halfway across the street with Zoe, me limping, a 1960’s green or light blue car came screaming out from no-where, passed the three cars right in front of our place.

I couldn’t move any faster so when he went back into the lane right in front of me I stood with Zoe behind me in an X and yelled out “HEY”. He careened around me on to the wrong side of the road and luckily averted us.

Note to police. I did not call. Yes, I’m sorry I never got a license plate number but I was planning for Zoe and me to be dead in 1/2 second and didn’t think of helping you on that one.

There are two signs here, but no crosswalk. This man must have been going at least 50 mph on a road that’s called “Place” for a purpose. I’ve been trying to get the Mayor’s office to actually paint a crosswalk by the signs, and am certain people here would even pay for the paint. No answer.

Dee