(Anywhere, Indiana)—When we fueled up in Terre Haute a few days ago, we paid ten cents more than we would have paid on June 30. That’s because Indiana increased its fuel tax by ten cents a gallon on July 1.
It’s nice to see that the people of Indiana, a state many of us would consider pretty conservative, have increased their gas tax for their transportation system. By a dime. That’s more than Missourians have considered for more than half of the lifetime of today’s youngest voters. Missouri has another committee that is going to talk about the issue. Again. It’s been only a few years since a special committee spent weeks talking about state transportation funding before failing to convince voters to support its idea. We talk. Indiana builds.
(Wakeeney, Kansas)—This shrinking Kansas farming community is four counties east of the Colorado border, a motel stop on Interstate 70 where the Motel 6 is a decent place for travelers headed home from Denver and its environs—or wanting to rest after the long miles from Missouri.
Your chronicler of the current scene had just finished his motel breakfast, was looking at the rack of promotional brochures for the deepest hand-dug well and the biggest ball of twine and other more impressive Kansas attractions (we LIKE Kansas, by the way) when we heard someone call our name.
Somebody knew us at the Motel 6 in Wakeeney, Kansas, for crying out loud!
It was Paul Woody, a young man who was a member of Governor Bob Holden’s staff and then was a policy and communications advisor for House Democrats. He’d left Jefferson City in 2005, gone to law school, run unsuccessfully for state rep a couple of times, and now is a lawyer in St. Charles. He and his family were headed home from a visit to the mountains.
(Somewhere, Indiana)—We bought a couple of lottery tickets in Indiana. Buying lottery tickets isn’t something we do every week. We only buy them when the jackpots coincide with our level of greed. We wonder how many folks think their luck will change if they change the place they buy their tickets.
Hasn’t worked for us, either.
But we figured a major change of location such as Indiana was worth the, uh, gamble. As we were boring out way across Illinois, the thought occurred that buying a winning ticket in Indiana would mean that we would pay a bunch of taxes there, not in Missouri. We’d help support Indiana institutions and services, not ours. We debated whether buying the ticket in Indiana was irresponsible, that as a Missourian we owed it to our home state to support ITS institutions and services. But Guilt had quit hitchhiking by the time we reached Effingham.
And the good news, we guess, is that we have learned we won’t be paying millions of dollars in taxes in Indiana anyway.
(Somewhere, northern Illinois)—A reminder that sports is the toy department of life, and not as serious as we want to make them sometimes, comes in the story of Steve Bartman.
The Chicago Cubs have given a World Series champion’s ring to Bartman, a lifelong Cubs fan. Not one of those things like the Cardinals are handing out to the first x-thousand fans coming through the gates now and then. This is the real thing, so big he might have to use his left hand to raise his right hand for shaking purposes in social settings.
Who is this Bartman guy? Just the one who might have cost the Cubs a National League pennant fourteen years ago, the then-young fellow who reached for a foul ball during the 2003 playoffs, leading to umpires ruling he had interfered with the right of a Cubs fielder to make a catch. The Cubs after that lost the lead and their chance to play in the World Series. Cubs fans—much as Cardinals fans still turn purple at the mention of Don Denkinger’s name—have never forgotten what he did. He got death threats. He became the object of long-term ridicule.
Now, the owners of the Cubs say it’s past time to forgive and forget. “While no gesture can fully lift the public burden he has endured for more than a decade, we felt it was important Steve knows he has been and continues to be fully embraced by this organization,” said a team statement.
Bartman released a statement in response saying he was “deeply moved and sincerely grateful” for the recognition. “I am relieved and hopeful that the saga of the 2003 foul ball incident surrounding my family and me is finally over,” he said.
And then he continued with thoughts that speak beyond the playing field: “I humbly receive the ring….as an important reminder for how we should treat each other in today’s society. My hope is that we all can learn from my experience to view sports as entertainment and prevent harsh scapegoating, and to challenge the media and opportunistic profiteers to conduct business ethically by respecting personal privacy rights and not exploit any individual to advance their own self-interest or economic gain.”
The Cubs have done something classy for Steve Bartman. Don Denkinger is 81 now, these thirty-two years after Cardinals fans started speaking his name in derision.
In both instances—Bartman and Denkinger—their actions are not what caused the Cubs or the Cardinals to lose. The Cubs failed to make the plays to win their game. The Cardinals disintegrated in the next game. The Cubs have said it’s time to quit whining about a fan who wanted to catch a foul ball. We wonder if the Cardinals and their reputedly best fans in baseball will ever do something to say it’s time to quit ridiculing Don Denkinger.