Resources For Communicators

A little innocent, unconscious hypocrisy in the long-ago past?

Bob Cramer — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 21:55:59 +0000

A radio ad this morning clarified a web-site address: “Beers, yes, like my favorite drink,” or something like that is what I recall having heard.

Suddenly, I was back in the early 1960s. The national offices of the American Baptist Churches in the USA, where I worked, was in a dither over an article in a [...]

Impalas I have known

Bob Cramer — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 21:29:31 +0000

The other day I followed a Chevy Impala a couple of years old, regretting the loss of the graceful badge that model had sported for years — General Motors had decided to plaster the historic Chevrolet “bow tie” insignia on everything with the Chevy name, cutting out anything confusing about the auto’s parentage.

Every time I [...]

Malia keeps the President on his toes

Bob Cramer — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 02:34:37 +0000

Media made a fuss, that still hasn’t ended, over her question to Daddy Barack Obama: “Have you plugged that hole yet?”

That’s Malia.

Richard Wolffe, in his book, “Renegade,” tells how, between election and inauguration of her Dad, in a visit to the Lincoln Memorial, at dusk, to read the Gettysbury Address, Malia showed her stuff.

Lincoln’s focus [...]

Legal services under the radar need to be better known

Bob Cramer — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 04:45:58 +0000

The New York Times lauds law school clinics for providing challenge to “powerful interests” while public may be unaware of their value; likewise, public may not be aware of the powerful effect of ultra-conservative law schools providing pro-bono services to local authorities all over the U.S.

The New York Times on April 12 warned the U.S. [...]

With an ubiquitous news peg, maybe my reflections on “another” Copenhagen can be indulged

Bob Cramer — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:30:55 +0000

Copenhagen this, Copenhagen that: news stories don’t even need to add “Denmark” to their datelines. “Everyone” knows where Copenhagen is.

It’s where my sibs and I graduated from high school. It’s where our mail was sorted, dispatched and delivered. It’s how we identified ourselves, even though our farm was closer to Tylerville (our church, our grange, [...]