This weekend we saw temperatures reach the mid-eighties. People flocked to the water, enjoyed the beach and soaked up the hot rays of the sun. There were no reported incidents of crime, mayhem or rowdiness. The beach was safe . . . primarily because of a heavy police presence.
You may think that I'm talking about Milwaukee's lakefront but I'm referring to the seven miles of beach in Negril, Jamaica.
Over the weekend these two hot weather destinations had one thing in common: a noticeable police presence. Milwaukee had its County Sheriff's Deputies and Jamaica had its police force and many private security guards patrolling Negril's beach and hotel properties. So, when police are present criminals stay away.
What a coincidence.
My body is back in the states but my brain is still on the beach. On last night’s installment of the National Conversation radio show, I was caught off guard by a caller. His cynicism didn’t jive with my “irie” vibe. He forced me back into the game. Today’s cold rain helped close the gap.
I was told that Mr. Eugene Kane “dissed” me at the blog summit on Saturday, April 28th at Marquette Law School. I didn’t get the full details, can someone fill me in? Something about me carrying water for WTMJ?
I will withhold reaction until I get the full story. But between that, the rant from Commander Mike McGee, Sr. on his radio show a few weeks ago, and a recent e-mail I received from a black television talk show host (who specializes in, of all things, diversity) there seems to be a common theme. Apparently I have wandered off the liberal plantation and have pissed off the black consigliere in the three media. Hmmm. Oh well.
Like I said, I’m back.