Hey, North Shore Convention & Visitors Bureau – mind your own friggin’ business.

Look, residents of the Halifax area don’t come to the Windy City and tell you how to encourage visitors to your bullet-riddled, homeless encrusted hell-hole – and we would appreciate the same courtesy.

On Sunday, Gina Speckman, executive director of Chicago’s North Shore CVB, had the brass to take the Daytona Beach News-Journal to task for having the temerity to seek answers for why the Daytona Beach CVB handed over $200,000 – plus a $44,000 per month retainer – to an out-of-state ad agency for the asinine marketing tag, “Wide Open Fun.” 

According to Ms. Speckman’s blathering diatribe:

“As the media are being attacked as fake, I am sure you take umbrage as a professional journalist. Why are destination marketing professionals not afforded the same respect?

It is insulting that you picture us as clueless public money spenders.

The hotels remit hotel tax from visitors, and although it is public money it is levied in cooperation with the hotels to bring more overnight stays to the area. We know what we are doing and to be blithely second-guessed is to diminish our profession.

Want me to edit your articles?

Decide what stories you should publish?

If I gave you a butter knife, do you think you could fancy yourself a surgeon?

If your paper cares about Daytona Beach, you should reach out to the CVB with your “concerns” and help, not tear down.”

Listen up – you clueless, public money spending gasbag – we don’t need your two-cents.

Our newspaper of record was right to investigate the massive outcry over the patently stupid expenditure of public funds on a goofy three-word advertising label which is completely counter to rebuilding our areas soiled reputation as a no-holds-barred party town.

Rarely have I seen this level of sustained ass-covering by the various and redundant tax supported tourist and visitors bureaus in Volusia County – and now by something called the North Shore Convention & Visitors Bureau.

Frankly, I was ready to let the issue die – just accept it for what it is – and hope for the best.

I was even beginning to forget the fact that Lori Campbell-Baker, the executive director of the Daytona Beach CVB, trotted out unfortunate counter-allegations that the News-Journal’s reporting on the news of the day somehow hamstrings tourist marketing efforts by painting the Halifax area in a “negative” light.

Why won’t they let it go?

Why does the Daytona Beach CVB continue reinforcing the parapets and attacking the legitimate criticism of this tax-funded waste of time and money?

As I’ve previously stated, in my view, even suggesting that a local news organization ignore the myriad issues facing us here on the Fun Coast is the height of self-deception.

And it seriously insults our intelligence.

In my view, suggesting that our newspaper of record simply ignore – or worse, purposely conceal by omission – the challenges we face as a means of building a false narrative to lure potential visitors or sell real estate borders on fraud.

Then, I read Ms. Speakman’s colossally condescending letter to the editor – and learned on social media that our highly-paid South Carolina-based advertising agency hadn’t even bothered to secure the website domain names associated with “wide open fun.” 

I mean, $200,000 and we don’t even have a basic, semi-related online presence for this astronomically expensive campaign?

Are you shitting me? 

Perhaps its time the Daytona Beach Visitors and Convention Bureau – and its many supporters in the tourism marketing fraternity – get back to the business at hand.

The public may not be advertising experts – but we can smell a fresh turd when we step in it.

These whiners would do well to remember that when it comes to redundant, tax-supported “visitors bureaus” – sometimes its best to listen to the thoughts and concerns of those you serve – even when your arrogance won’t permit you to hear it.

And as far as Ms. Speckman is concerned – how about you concern yourself with marketing the attributes of Skokie in the winter and leave us the hell alone?

Join Barker’s View on GovStuff Live with Big John this afternoon beginning at 4:00pm.

We’ll be discussing this issue – and other fiasco’s which affect our lives and livelihoods here on the Fun Coast.

Listen live at 1380am – or on the web at GovStuff.org (Listen Live button).

Thanks!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi, kids!

It’s time once again to turn a jaundiced eye toward the newsmakers of the day – the winners and losers – who, in my cynical opinion, either contributed to our quality of life, or detracted from it, in some significant way.

Let’s look at who tried to screw us – and who tried to save us – during the week that was:

Asshole:          Consolidated-Tomoka Land Company

Looks like the “Good Ol’ Boys Investment Club” d/b/a Consolidated-Tomoka Land Company, has a problem in the expensive pine scrub off LPGA Boulevard.

Or do they?

For months, I’ve screamed like a scalded banshee about the ultimate environmental impact of building an 8,000-unit faux beach community on sensitive wetlands and recharge areas near tributaries of the Tomoka River – a watershed that is incredibly important to the life of the Halifax area.

If you haven’t noticed, those little fenced-in compounds you see along LPGA Boulevard just outside the main gate of Jimmy Buffett’s under-construction utopia are the City of Holly Hill’s potable water wells – and the City of Daytona Beach’s wellfields aren’t too far away.

These pumps tap into the Floridan Aquifer and represent our sole source of drinking water.

According to a report this week by the intrepid Dinah Voyles Pulver in the Daytona Beach News-Journal, our friends at Consolidated-Tomoka Land Company illegally dredged, filled and destroyed 163-acres of wetlands on land that is now being developed by Minto Communities as Latitudes at Margaritaville.   

 In turn, the United States Environmental Protection Agency fined Consolidated-Tomoka $187,500 – and ordered them to mitigate the ecological damage by restoring or “creating” some 132-acres of wetlands.

In keeping with the “we do as we want” arrogance that pervades the high perch of certain Volusia County elites – Consolidated-Tomoka began work on the EPA ordered palliation effort without the required permission of the St. John’s River Water Management District.

No problem.

Remember – the rules are different here.

Naturally – and despite the slimy controversies and unanswered ethical questions – Consolidated-Tomoka hired Orlando-based Bio-Tech Consulting to manage the mitigation project.  You may remember that Bio-Tech’s president, Long John Miklos, just happens to be the chairman of the St. John’s River Water Management District.

You know, the very government regulatory agency responsible for protecting our drinking water?

When the permitting snafu was discovered by the SJRWMD, the agency notified Minto Communities – who also uses Bio-Tech as its “environmental consultant.”

Apparently, on November 8, Consolidated-Tomoka applied for permission to complete the work as ordered by the EPA.

According to the News-Journal, “When Consolidated-Tomoka agreed to the EPA’s settlement, the federal agency also stated the company couldn’t get mitigation credit for restoring and creating the wetlands. However, the application to the water management district from Consolidated-Tomoka and Bio-Tech asks the district for state mitigation credit for the work. The application seeks 46.72 credits for the work, which Consolidated- Tomoka could use in exchange for wetland impacts to other properties.”

Again – no problem.

 The bureau chief of the SJRWMD’s regulatory program, Michelle Reiber, said the state doesn’t have the same restrictions as the federal government when claiming mitigation credit for the work.

Wait a minute? 

Consolidated-Tomoka is seeking approximately $6-million in credits for a $2-million-dollar mitigation project and $187,500 fine, after being specifically prohibited from receiving those credits by the federal government?

I guess that’s how environmental crimes are prosecuted here in the Sunshine State. . .

And since when does an asinine “help here, hurt there” state mitigation “credit” strategy trump federal environmental protection regulations and decrees?

Wanna hear the kicker?

Consolidated-Tomoka recently announced that it plans to get into the lucrative mitigation banking business!

Yep.

The environmental miscreant-turned-conservationist stated it plans to seek permits for a “mitigation bank” by placing 2,500 acres it owns adjacent to Tiger Bay State Forest into conservation through a mitigation bank.

According to reports, the current price for environmental mitigation credits in the region ranges between $100,000 and $150,000 per credit.

Per credit.

Wow.  You do the math. . .

Did I mention the rules are different here?

Because they are.

The Tomoka River has been designated an Outstanding Florida Water by the state’s Department of Environmental Protection as “worthy of special protection because of their natural attributes.” 

Studies have found that these waterways require special restrictions on development and other activities that may degrade water quality or disturb the waterway.

In a 1995 report by the University of Florida’s Center for Wetlands to the St. Johns River Water Management District regarding the importance of habitat protections zones on the Tomoka River and Spruce Creek, research indicated that further development of the area would be detrimental:

“Both the Tomoka and Spruce Creek rivers exhibit some undisturbed stretches along their water courses, intermingled with development. Yet, because of increasing urban growth pressures within the region, continued development, loss of habitat, and decline of aquatic resources may be expected.” 

 “Data collected by the Volusia-Flagler Sierra Club (1989a, 1989b) in support of Outstanding Florida Water designations for the Tomoka River and Spruce Creek, point to two rivers with fair to good water quality and relatively intact faunal populations.  Data developed in the course of this study show increasing development pressure, which can only mean further declines in habitat value and water quality.”

Yet, the Margaritaville development and others were approved anyway.

And don’t give me any bullshit about buffer zones and set asides.

I find it interesting that the Tomoka River – which naturally drains some 119 square miles from Port Orange to Ormond Beach over its nearly 20-mile flow – is also designated a federal manatee sanctuary, something Jimmy Buffett has worked hard to establish and support over his long musical career.

I guess when it comes down to it – Mr. Buffett is no different than any other speculative developer.

Screw the manatees – they don’t buy lots.

Angel:             City of Daytona Beach

 Kudos for the City of Daytona Beach’s efforts to build a fire under the architectural firm – and many others – who are responsible for planning and permitting efforts for the long-awaited First Step homeless shelter.

The city-hired architect’s timeline put the shelter’s opening off until late 2019.

Earlier this week, the News-Journal called for an end to the procrastination, impediments and bureaucratic stagnation that is jeopardizing sustainable funding and compromising citizen confidence in the process.

Now, it appears City Manager Jim Chisholm has put his sizable wingtip in the ass of those foot-draggers.

On Monday, a meeting was held at City Hall with city-hired architect John Hall and other officials responsible for ramrodding this important project.

According to Mr. Chisholm, “We made some headway on things.” 

 I’ll bet we did.

Let’s face it – Daytona Beach has become the very visible epicenter of the problem – but the municipality has also emerged as the recognized leader in pushing for shelter operations and workable homeless eradication strategies.

I would also like to commend Chief Craig Capri for his compassionate efforts to police the designated “safe zone” – a city-owned vacant lot off Clyde Morris Boulevard – where homeless people can congregate (but not camp) during overnight hours.

Now, Chief Capri has agreed to relax restrictions and allow the homeless to erect temporary shelters for protection from the elements.

In my view, that shows a true willingness to compromise – and a commitment to help those less fortunate.

We are truly fortunate to have caring professionals with the flexibility exhibited by Chief Capri – it is the very essence of community-based problem solving.

Asshole:          Volusia County Chairman Ed Kelley

 The not so subtle sales pitch for the proposed one-cent sales tax hike to fund transportation infrastructure has officially begun.

On Wednesday, our doddering fool of a county chair, Ed Kelley – who ran on a campaign promise of repairing Volusia County’s fractured relationship with the municipalities – approached the River-to-Sea Transportation Planning Organization to push for a massive increase in matching funds paid by the cities for TPO subsidized transportation upgrades.

In short, the TPO receives some $5-million from the federal government each year to assist Volusia County and its municipalities with community transportation needs, such as sidewalk improvements, roadway upgrades, trails, traffic lights, etc.

Volusia County’s TPO is one of only two in the state that requires matching funds – currently 10% of the project cost – from the local government seeking funding.

It’s not clear why this mysterious requirement exists.

When asked by the News-Journal why the River-to-Sea TPO makes matching funds a prerequisite when others do not, the board’s chairwoman – the scary smart County Councilwoman Deb Denys – all but mumbled, “Duhhhh, I dunno.  It’s always been that way?”

Now, Chairman Kelley wants the TPO to increase the match requirement to an incredibly prohibitive 25%.

In an interview with the Daytona Beach News-Journal, Old Ed jabbered, “I felt this would make better utilization of the funds that are available and it will make people really consider: ‘Is the project worthwhile?’” Kelley said. “If it’s not worth (a city) putting more money into it, why is it worth taking money from the (federal government) to do your project?”

Say what?

(I don’t make this shit up, folks – but I hope Ed repeats this statement to himself the next time a private corporation approaches the County Council for yet another multi-million-dollar government handout. . .) 

Now, its not clear exactly who Eddie was speaking for – himself, or the Volusia County Council – but the purpose of his visit to the TPO was immediately apparent to anyone paying attention.

While Mr. Kelley has no earthly idea what he’s talking about, County Manager Jim Dinneen understands the strategic importance of using veiled threats – such as pricing local transportation infrastructure assistance out of the reach of small cities – as a means of ramrodding the proposed one-cent sales tax increase.

Regrettably, our addlebrained County Chairman is a mere political sock puppet – a hapless dupe whose lips are deftly manipulated by Mr. Dinneen like some demented ventriloquist.

Look for more of the same going into 2018 as Little Jimmy and his handlers begin staging another production of their tired Kabuki – dramatically performed with equal parts apocalyptic prophecy and open threats against the municipalities – all designed to wring additional dollars from a tax-weary constituency.

Just. Vote. No.

Angel:             Joe Giddens

The Barker’s View Sports Page is proud to welcome Coach Joe Giddens back to Mainland High School in 2018!

In 1995, Coach Giddens played alongside the legendary Vince Carter to win the state 5-A Championship – now, he’s returning to the school after coaching the past 15-years at Spruce Creek.

What a wonderful homecoming for Coach Giddens – and a great opportunity for the Buccaneers basketball program!

Quote of the Week:

 “I didn’t take the statement by the architect as definitive, but more as tentative.”

 –L. Ron Durham, Daytona Beach community relations manager, candidate for the Volusia County Council and unfortunate “point person” for the languishing First Step homeless shelter, speaking in the News-Journal after the city-hired architect let it be known the shelter will not open until fall of 2019.

Unfortunately, there was nothing tentative about architect John Hall’s timeline, and members of the First Step board – and the community – were collectively shocked when they heard it.

Trust me.  Everyone from County Chair Ed Kelley to South Daytona Mayor Bill Hall took the schedule as definitive.

We all understand that there are a lot of moving parts at play – but a two-year delay is profoundly unacceptable as our increasingly visible “homeless problem” continues to fester.

My hope is that Rev. Durham will see the detrimental impact this growing debacle will ultimately have on his burgeoning political aspirations, stop attempting to explain these ludicrous delays, demonstrate strong leadership and get on with the business at hand.

We’ll see.

Well, dudes and dudettes – that’s it for me.

Hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas Season!

 

 

 

One of the first things I learned as a new law enforcement officer is that everyone – and I mean everyone – can do the job better, and with far more speed and professionalism than I ever could.

How do I know this?

They told me so.

If I stopped someone for speeding – I was immediately asked why I hadn’t pulled over the “other guy” he was pacing – or, if I had only been more vigilant, the thief wouldn’t have “broken in” to the unfortunate victim’s unlocked car.

In the aftermath of a traumatic and hyper-dynamic incident, everyone becomes an amateur tactician, “Why didn’t he just shoot him in the leg?” – “I would have used a Taser” – and it doesn’t help that most television dramas take high-profile homicide cases from crime scene to courtroom in a one-hour episode.

In law enforcement, mistakes are not permitted – and it remains one of the few professions that requires practitioners to remain stone-faced while being publicly ridiculed, assaulted, cussed and belittled.

But the police are not alone when it comes to being viciously second-guessed.

Last week, Daytona Beach News-Journal editor Pat Rice wrote an excellent piece regarding the role and responsibilities of reporting the news in a tourist-based economy.

When the newspaper’s editorial board met with representatives of Volusia County’s various and redundant convention and visitors bureaus to seek answers as to how a group of reasonably bright people could have paid $200,000+ for the three-word tag – “Wide Open Fun” – as a marketing slogan for a beach community trying desperately to shed its Beer Bong and Stripper Thong image – the paper was taken to task for, well, reporting the news.

According to Mr. Rice, during the meeting Convention and Visitors Bureau Executive Director Lori Campbell Baker suggested that the News-Journal isn’t exactly helping draw tourists to the area when reporting on “topics and activities that she perceives as negative.”

In response, I thought Publisher Bill Offill defined the News-Journal’s role rather well – “We’re not the chamber of commerce or the CVB; we’re the newspaper.  Our job is to cover news.”

I realize that no one is more critical of the News-Journal than I am.  But more often than not, they get it right, and I happen to believe their in-depth investigative reporting is second-to-none.

Regular readers of this forum know that I routinely admonish those who seek to soften the news as a means of creating an artificial atmosphere that is conducive to real estate sales and tourism marketing.

That said, I completely understand Ms. Campbell-Baker’s motivation – and she remains a great ambassador for our region.

I also understand that selling the “Daytona Beach Resort Area” is an increasingly hard dollar – but ignoring reality and encouraging organizational cowardice in our newspaper of record won’t help solve the problems.

Psychiatrists call it the Pollyanna Syndrome – a tendency for people in power to focus on pleasant items more accurately than unpleasant ones.  They take the worry out of serious problems – make them smoother and rounder – by simply refusing to admit they exist at all.

In my view, even suggesting that a news organization ignore the myriad issues facing us here on the Fun Coast is the height of self-deception.

And it disrespects our intelligence.

The fact is, many areas of Volusia County are quickly reaching rock bottom – and to simply ignore – or worse, purposely conceal by omission – the cancerous effects of blight, violent crime, homelessness, dilapidation and the resulting despair as a means of building a false narrative to lure potential visitor’s boarders on fraud.

In a 1974 address to the Dirks Newspaper Financial Forum, the legendary Washington Post editor Bill Bradlee explained:

“Unique among manufactured products, the newspaper is completely different every 24 hours and it can’t be recalled for mistakes of fact or judgment.  It is produced in an adversary environment where the goals of the reported inherently conflict with the goals of the reporter and its reader.  It is this daily conflict that gives concrete importance and meaning to the First Amendment, to freedom of the press.  Without that freedom, there is no conflict, and without that conflict there is no truth.” 

I congratulate Pat Rice and the Daytona Beach News-Journal for having the courage to stand in support of the highest traditions of journalism in refusing to bend to these ridiculous calls to moderate their reporting on the important issues and incidents of the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somethings in government transcend politics.

For instance, our first responders are often required to make split-second decisions that can mean the difference between life-and-death – and public works officials have the operational flexibility to adjust processes and make critical infrastructure repairs without waiting on a majority decision from the elected body.

In my view, good local governance starts with committed elected officials who understand their important role – setting sound public policy – then allowing the professional manager and various departments to deliver critical services.

Unfortunately, it rarely works that way.

When you add contractors, “public/private” partnerships, the outsized influence of political insiders, needy special interests, the mercurial change in constituent wants, jurisdictional competition, natural disasters, egos and personalities – all coupled with a thousand internal and external issues that change daily – government becomes an exercise in plate-spinning.

These variables are why we have come to accept the gross inefficiencies and glacial pace of government.

But sometimes a civic need is so critical to the community’s long-term viability that it requires public entities come together, work cooperatively, and put aside petty differences to find strategic solutions.

There are distinct differences in the mosaic of east Volusia municipalities.  For instance, Ponce Inlet is as different from Holly Hill as Edgewater is from Port Orange – yet, we still face common threats that require a united response and strong leadership from our county government.

None of these challenges is more pressing – or more visible – than the malignancy of chronic homelessness.

After years of bickering evolved into a chronic torpor that hampered any substantive progress on the issue, in 2016, the City of Daytona Beach was instrumental in forming the nonprofit First Step Shelter, Inc., a diverse consortium of government and community leaders, business people and social services, charged with developing and overseeing homelessness eradication efforts.

Following a series of fits and starts, the First Step Shelter board finally found its footing and hammered out a viable solution in the form of a come-as-you-are shelter on land owned by the City of Daytona Beach west of I-95.

That Herculean effort included dragging Volusia County officials away from their divisive, long-standing refusal to even consider funding shelter operations and a symbiotic, multi-jurisdictional solution was finally agreed upon.

It was historic – like peace in the Middle East – serious people took on a decades-old intractable problem and found equitable funding and a compassionate solution.

Almost simultaneous to the First Step efforts, community activist Forough Hosseini worked diligently with Volusia County officials to develop a residential program for homeless families and children.

In just six short months, Volusia County officials identified the former Hurst Elementary campus as a suitable location for a homeless assistance center.

In that time, the county purchased the property from the School Board (with structures valued at $1.3 million) for the bargain price of just $200,000, negotiated a land transfer and operations contract with Halifax Urban Ministries, allocated $3.5-million for renovations, side-stepped the recommendations of the Planning and Land Development Regulation Commission and unanimously voted to approve the project.

Six months.

Now – nothing.  Crickets.

For the first time in a longtime (ever?) business leaders, social service providers, municipal officials and county government have finally agreed on something beneficial – yet we’ve apparently come to a full-stop – chained to an arbitrary timeline developed by a city hired architect – which pushes the shelter’s opening back nearly two-years.

That’s unacceptable.

And things don’t appear to be moving any quicker at the Hope Place site on Derbyshire Road.

In my repetitive observations, it appears that construction is being done by two guys after work – and the general condition of the property leaves the unmistakable impression that the fears expressed by area homeowners are proving true – and the doors aren’t even open.

What gives?

Meanwhile, the long-suffering residents and businesses in the Halifax area are increasingly frustrated by the proliferation of homeless in public parks, loitering outside establishments, and begging at literally every intersection in the area.

Make no mistake – this is not an enforcement issue.

Daytona Beach Police Chief Craig Capri is right when he says that homelessness is not a crime – and it takes courage to say so.

All people have a legal right to peaceably assemble in public places, to congregate for lawful purposes and even beg for spare change at major intersections.

Despite the optics, under the law, homeless people have a right to “be.”

Chronic homelessness is not a law enforcement problem – it is an entrenched, multi-faceted social issue that transcends both the purpose, and capabilities, of government.

For many years, the overriding concern of public officials was not in solving the “homeless problem,” but rather eliminating the visibility of the issue in the community.

That took the form of everything from institutional humiliation to patently unconstitutional enforcement programs designed to geographically contain the problem – or starve it out by eliminating service providers.

Yet, the core problem remains.

Is the First Step Shelter a panacea for the crisis?  Not by a long shot.

But it does provide viable options for local government – and a compassionate shelter for those seeking refuge from the mean streets – and that’s an infinitely better situation than we have in the winter of 2017.

I agree with the Daytona Beach News-Journal – and the unified voices of serious heavy-hitters from County Council Chairman Ed Kelley, to South Daytona Mayor Bill Hall and Holly Hill City Manager Joe Forte – the foot-dragging on the First Step shelter must end.

Now.

It is time for our “powers that be” to demand that preparations and permitting for this long-needed shelter be expedited by the city’s contractor and project manager – and it’s time We, The People received an explanation for the stagnation at Hope Place.

If those who are currently being paid to move these projects forward are unwilling or unable to meet reasonable goals, perhaps it’s time to find someone who can.

 

 

Hi, kids!

It’s time once again to turn a jaundiced eye toward the newsmakers of the day – the winners and losers – who, in my cynical opinion, either contributed to our quality of life, or detracted from it, in some significant way.

Let’s look at who tried to screw us – and who tried to save us – during the week that was:

Angel:             Premier Resorts & Management

Normally, when I read another frontpage, above the fold, headline announcing the arrival of the next “game changing” resort hotel being subsidized with our tax dollars – and anointed with a traffic-free beach – I cringe.

But this week’s announcement delivered some good news for a change.

According to the Daytona Beach News-Journal, long-time Halifax area hotelier Premier Resorts & Management are preparing to do what others could not as they work to bring a 4-Star Marriott Renaissance Hotel to Daytona’s languishing beachside.

Regular readers of this forum know what a nay-saying asshole I can be when it comes to talk of yet another tax-supported panacea hotel – projects that always involve a hefty handout from the county council – and another off-beach parking lot to accommodate the removal of even more beach driving.

And I am of the very strong opinion that the Halifax area needs to get its priorities in line – but, let’s face it, legitimate redevelopment can’t wait on area politicians to get their collective shit together.

According to the very informative article by Eileen Zaffiro-Kean, “The project is estimated to cost $35 million to $45 million. Premier Resorts & Management isn’t asking for any government money, and it’s not asking for the beach driving behind its hotel to be removed.”

If that proves true, this extraordinary renovation deserves our support – and admiration.

In my view, the only way to foment positive change on our festering beachside is through legitimate private investment by entrepreneurs willing to adapt to our unique environment and traditions.

Speaking in the News-Journal, Cobb Cole attorney Rob Merrell said of the project, “It blew me away.  There’s nothing like it here.”

He’s right.

I have known Rob for many years – we grew up together when Ormond Beach was a much smaller place – and our mothers are old friends.

He is one of the kindest, most sincere gentlemen I know.

And, he’s a damn fine lawyer.

While Rob and I rarely agree on anything professionally, he remains an incredibly relevant voice on local development issues.  I believe in his enthusiasm for the Renaissance project and I trust his opinion on this one.

I hope you will too.

Look, no one understands better than I how years of bait-and-switch tactics by ethically and financially bankrupt speculative developers have dashed our hopes – time-and-time-and-time again.

The cumulative effect is a healthy cynicism regarding anything billed as “progress” in our core tourist area – and a natural skepticism of the motives of our elected officials and their uber-wealthy handlers who invariably back these dubious projects.

I also believe that fundamental change is not possible until our local officials stop feeding an artificial economy with infusions of public funds for private endeavors – a practice which skews the marketplace, exposes governmental bias and discourages private investment.

In my view, when a proven local developer is willing to use his own money to renovate compromised or outdated properties and transform them into something special – that represents the very essence of revitalization and renewal.

Asshole:          Volusia County Council

I wrote about this sham last weekend – but it bears repeating.

On the heels of raising daily beach access fees out of the financial reach of many Central Florida families, the Volusia County Council has once again acquiesced to the organizational greed fostered by County Manager Jim Dinneen and is set to increase fees for a variety of basic county services.

Where does it end?

Rather than work cooperatively with tourism officials to attract visitors to the languishing Boardwalk/Ocean Walk – or attend events at the Ocean Center – the County Council chooses to double parking fees for Ocean Center events.

Why?  Because they can.

No definitive evidence of need required.

As one smart resident pointed out in a cogent letter to the editor of the News-Journal, “If that garage isn’t a cash cow, there’s a problem.”

In addition, our elected officials are set to substantially increase fees on everything from ballfield rental, to special events permits and use of park facilities – such as charging residents $50 per hour to use the Gemini Springs Club House in Debary.

Fifty bucks?

Our doddering fool of a County Chair, Ed Kelley, even wanted to bill us for the simple family pleasure of having a bonfire on our beach.

In that weird dipshit doublespeak, he’s become famous for, Old Ed inadvertently revealed that this nonsensical fee proposal is both unwarranted – and unnecessary.

“I’ve had bonfires in Santa Rosa Beach and they charge you $150.” 

“We should leave it at zero or we should make it substantial and I don’t think I can get enough of you (council members) to come along with a $150 fee.”

Say what?

 (In typical fashion, Eddie’s either confused or just embellishing for effect.  Bonfire permits in that area are issued by the South Walton Fire District for a fee of $50.00.) 

Wait a minute?  We should leave it at zero or we should make it substantial? 

What in the hell is Old Ed yammering about?

I’ll just bet Little Jimmy wishes Mr. Kelley would shut-up and follow instructions.

Our Chairman’s addle-brained, out-of-touch gabbling consistently exposes the true loyalties of those we have elected to represent our interests.

Hey, Ed – we get it:  The “Machine” must eat.

Our grotesquely bloated bureaucracy in DeLand – which already commands one of the highest property tax rates in the state – has developed an insatiable appetite for cash, wringing more-and-more from over-strapped taxpayers.

Then, our elected official’s lavish millions of our hard-earned dollars on billionaire corporations and other uber-wealthy leeches with built-in access to the public trough.

Inexplicably, regardless of how much money our county government demands, there remains no visible improvement to service delivery, critical infrastructure – or our quality of life.

None.

And, God forbid, Volusia County consider cutting expenditures – or reducing the obscene salaries and lavish benefits packages currently bestowed upon those brazen greed-hogs in senior management.

Just more spending, more debt, more over-the-top giveaways and colossally expensive Taj Mahal-like projects designed for the convenience of government – not those it exists to serve.

Angel:             New Candidates for Volusia County Council

This week an intrepid, long-time resident stood tall, surrounded by family, on the front steps of the old Volusia County Courthouse and announced his bold candidacy for the District 1 council seat.

In my view, we desperately need good people like Jeff Brower on the dais of power in DeLand.

Jeff is a hometown guy who represents the values that were once respected traits in those standing for public office – and, he has a deep appreciation for our unique heritage and traditions.

He joins an impressive group which includes DeLand-area realtor Barbara Girtman, and retired United States Army Chief Warrant Officer and Stetson graduate student Eddie Molina, in the race for the District 1 seat.

I’ll stop short of “endorsing” anyone.

It’s too early for all that, and besides, who cares what I think.

In my view, it’s infinitely more important for the individual voter to take a hard look at the status quo, weigh the strengths of each candidate, and make an informed decision.

I encourage everyone to check out each candidate’s media pages, read everything you can about their unique backgrounds and positions.  Or, better yet, seek out each candidate and speak to them personally.

Tell them your concerns, explain what is important to you, and challenge their diverse opinions on the issues of the day.

I think you will find that there are quality candidates in each of the council races – good people who want to challenge what has become the norm and return a voice to the citizens of Volusia County.    

We desperately need committed residents like Jeff, Barbara and Eddie to step forward and participate in this important process – solid citizens who aren’t financially beholden to the special interests that have controlled our lives and livelihoods for far too long.

In my view, incumbent “Sleepy” Pat Patterson is an arrogant foul ball – a perennial politician who is so deeply ingrained in this bastardized oligarchy that the wants and needs of his constituents no longer remotely factor into the decision-making process.

Under Mr. Patterson’s “representation,” We, The People have become a piddling afterthought – a nuisance impediment between the power brokers and the public trough.

Let’s change that in 2018.

Here’s a huge Barker’s View “Thank You” to all those who have the courage stand up for the long-suffering residents of Volusia County.

Angel:             Stetson University

Recent news out of Tallahassee found that Volusia’s venerated Stetson University is the only local private school that wasn’t tapped for a public handout in Governor Rick Scott’s proposed budget.

Look, I get it.

Daytona State College is a publicly funded, community-based school that offers great technical training opportunities for local kids – and the evidence is increasingly clear that Bethune-Cookman University has been fleeced by a combination of greed and mismanagement, and they desperately need a cash infusion as they work hard to right the ship.

But why would the State of Florida throw $3-million taxpayer dollars at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University? 

Like everything else on the ERAU campus – from the Taj Mahal administration building to a two-hole privy – the recipient of public funds is named after some rich guy.

(Why is that?)

In this case, the “Gaetz Aerospace Institute” – a dual-enrollment STEM program for high school students – is named in “honor” of former Florida Senate President Don Gaetz, a retired Niceville Republican who co-founded hospice giant VITAS Healthcare Corp.

The fact is, with a published net worth topping $25-million, Mr. Gaetz could fund the entire program singlehandedly.

And since it bears his name, he damn well should.

What gives?   

Perhaps the powers that be at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University should take a lesson from Stetson – and other private institutions of higher learning who are committed to institutional self-sufficiency – and stop dragging on the public teat.

In my view, that requires strategic vision – and a willingness to embrace transparency and accountability – things that are sorely lacking in ERAU’s current leadership.

Asshole:          City of DeBary

Well, the long saga that became known far and wide as the “Debacle in DeBary” came to a rather unceremonious close this week when the 5^th District Court of Appeal found that citizens who stand for public office somehow relinquish their First Amendment rights.

It’s not the first ruling this court has made that I haven’t agreed with – but perhaps its time this sordid mess came to an end.

Citizens of Central Florida will not soon forget this ugly period in a small town’s history when a conspiracy of dunces cobbled together some dubious “charter violations” – held a Kangaroo Court wherein the elected officials served as judge, jury and executioner – then terminated the City’s duly elected mayor, Clint Johnson, simply because they didn’t like what he had to say.

Because he embarrassed them – and challenged their arrogance with his outspoken style.

My gut reaction to the news was to place a public records request for all invoices and expenses related to the city’s prosecution of Johnson, and the defense of their actions, by internal and external lawyers – but then I thought, “Why bother.”

The good citizens of DeBary should be able to estimate how much this godawful fiasco has ultimately cost them in public funds and time – and if they don’t seek accountability – then it’s their own damn fault.

I’ll just bet law firms all over old Winter Park are crying into their Boll & Branch pillowcases now that this perpetual cash cow has finally hit its knees.

In my view, the only “positive” to emerge from this tiny town shitstorm is that certain elected and appointed officials have been publicly exposed for the scumbags they truly are – and, ultimately, the 102-acres of sensitive wetlands that certain developers were salivating over are now protected from exploitation in perpetuity.

Those self-serving lumps at City Hall may have won their goofy battle with Clint Johnson – but at what cost?

At the end of the day, the city’s coffers have been looted – the citizens sacred vote means nothing – and the town’s civic reputation will remain irretrievably tarnished for the next hundred years.

Congratulations on the big win.

Now, if we could just get closure on what the News-Journal calls “unresolved allegations” of gross sexual harassment against City Manager Ron McLemore, the stench of which has lingered over his career like a dry turd since he slithered out of the City of Daytona Beach. . .

Good luck, DeBary.

Angel:             Coach Jason Beverlin, B-CU Athletics

 The Barker’s View Sports Department is sad to report that Coach Jason Beverlin has announced his departure after nearly six-years at the helm of Bethune-Cookman’s Wildcat Baseball.

During his successful tenure, Coach Beverlin led the Wildcat’s to four MEAC tournament titles – and he leaves as the only coach in school history to compete for an NCAA Regional Championship.

Perhaps more important, Coach Beverlin is a man of high character who once challenged his young players with the incredibly motivating question, “If today was your last day playing baseball, how would you want to remember it?” 

I would encourage everyone to think deeply about Coach Beverlin’s powerful question in terms of your own career and personal pursuits.

Kind of puts some extra pep in your step, eh?

According to reports, Mr. Beverlin has accepted a recruiting position with the MLB Toronto Blue Jays organization.

His leadership will be missed.

Quote of the Week:

 “I don’t care what the local people are saying. The people in Daytona Beach aren’t the ones buying hotel rooms.  What matters is that the public (in other parts of the state and country) likes it.”

 –Bob Davis, president and CEO of something called the Lodging & Hospitality Association of Volusia County, speaking in the Daytona Beach News-Journal regarding the Halifax Area Advertising Authority’s $200,000 “Wide Open Fun” debacle.

Of course he doesn’t.

In my view, Mr. Davis very succinctly summed up the collective feelings of our self-absorbed elected and appointed officials in DeLand:  None of them give a tinker’s damn what We, The People think.

The thoughts and opinions of those who make a life on the Fun Coast never cross their minds, and our input is neither solicited, nor wanted.

The HAAA, and every other redundant tourist and visitor’s bureau in Volusia County who feed greedily on bed taxes, had one job.

Now they have one job and an expensive fiasco.

And it’s their own damn fault.

Pissing away bed tax revenues like it’s found money – as evidenced by the HAAA green-lighting a ridiculous three-word tag from an out-of-state ad agency commanding $200,000+ for the effort on top of a retainer of over $44,000 a month – is patently wrong.

And colossally stupid.

Independent social media surveys, newspaper editorials, letters to the editor and the word-on-the-street unanimously agree that – regardless of what a small sampling of people in Orlando, Miami and Atlanta might think – “Wide Open Fun” is an asinine catchphrase for a beach community, especially given the clear innuendo to a time in our history many potential visitors can’t seem to forget.

Yet, in typical fashion, rather than admit that this building debacle could have been handled differently – the various visitors bureaus circle the wagons and hold firm to the belief that when it comes to marketing Volusia County – the concerns of area residents don’t matter.

Well, that’s it for me.

Believe it or not, the Christmas Season is here!

If you want to experience a pure slice of Americana and kickstart this most wonderful time of the year, may I suggest tonight’s City of Holly Hill Tree Lighting Ceremony beginning at 6:00pm.

Held annually on the front steps of historic Holly Hill City Hall, this year’s festivities include a very special appearance by Miss Florida Teen USA 2017 Victoria DiSorbo!

Victoria will be available for autographs, and her new children’s book, “Julie’s Adventure with Cystic Fibrosis” will be available for purchase.  All proceeds go to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.

I have it on very good authority that Santa Claus will make his grand entrance as well!

I hope you’ll join me for an evening of Christmas carols and true hometown entertainment.

It’s a great holiday tradition.

Then, on Saturday, the 58^th Annual Holly Hill Christmas Parade rolls along the traditional Ridgewood Avenue route (15^th Street south to 10^th Street) beginning at 10:00am!

Hope to see you there!

 

 

Recent news out of Tallahassee found that Volusia’s venerated Stetson University is the only local private institution that wasn’t tapped for a public handout in Governor Rick Scott’s proposed budget.

Look, I get it.

Daytona State College is a publicly funded, community-based school that offers a lot of opportunities for local kids.

In my view, we need more regional state colleges and technical schools that provide the advanced training and trade skills that Florida’s service-based economy desperately needs.

And the evidence is increasingly clear that Bethune-Cookman University has been financially fleeced by a combination of greed and mismanagement – and they desperately need a cash infusion as they struggle to right the ship.

But why would the State of Florida throw $3-million taxpayer dollars at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University? 

Like everything else at ERAU – from the Taj Mahal administration building to a two-hole privy – the recipient of public funds is named after some rich guy.

In this case, the “Gaetz Aerospace Institute” – a concurrent-enrollment program for high school students – is named in honor of political hack and former Florida Senator Don Gaetz, a Niceville Republican who co-founded VITAS Healthcare Corp.

The fact is, with a published net worth topping $25-million, Mr. Gaetz could fund the program single-handedly.

And since it bears his name, he damn well should.

I’m almost positive that’s the way it’s supposed to work.  Otherwise, we would call it the “Tax Weary Floridian’s Aerospace Institute.”  

Right?

But in typical fashion, the university relies on the tax-strapped citizens of Florida to pony-up $3-million.

What gives? 

In my view, rather than do the heavy-lifting of building an endowment and partnering with aerospace industry leaders for research and programmatic funding – ERAU continues to follow the popular modus operandi of its esteemed leader – Mortenza “Mori” Hosseini – the uber-wealthy president of mega-developer ICI Homes and undisputed High Panjandrum of Political Power – to repeatedly demand public funds to support the operations and infrastructure of a private enterprise.

When you factor in the millions in tax dollars ERAU has wrung from federal, state and local coffers for the “Micaplex” and other internal projects – not to mention Volusia County’s sale of public land to the private university for half its appraised value – and you get the idea that the Board of Trustees are far more interested in using Mr. Hosseini’s considerable clout to loot the public treasury, rather than encourage lasting private investment in our Harvard of the Sky.

Perhaps the powers that be at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University should take a lesson from Stetson University – and other private institutions of higher learning who are committed to institutional self-sufficiency.

In my view, that requires strategic vision – and a willingness to embrace transparency and accountability – virtues that are sorely lacking in ERAU’s current leadership.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where does it go? 

On the heels of raising daily beach access fees out of the financial reach of many Central Florida families, the Volusia County Council has once again acquiesced to the wants of County Manager Jim Dinneen and his administration by raising fees for a variety of county services.

Perhaps the real question is, “Where does it end?” 

In a recent editorial, the Daytona Beach News-Journal pointed out the painfully obvious by stating that raising rates and fees during a period of transition is in direct opposition to important – and expensive – local efforts to stimulate revitalization of our core tourist areas.

Rather than work cooperatively with tourism officials to attract people to the languishing Boardwalk/Ocean Walk – or encourage attendance at events hosted by the Ocean Center (which has become little more than a venue for various gymnastics competitions) – the County Council opts to double parking fees for Ocean Center events.

What gives?

In addition, our elected officials are set to substantially increase fees on everything from ball field rental, to special events permits and use of park facilities – such as charging residents $50 per hour to use the Gemini Springs Club House in Debary.

(If you have the time, I encourage everyone to take a drive and see for yourself the physical condition of some of these amenities we’re being charged for.  Let’s just say facilities maintenance isn’t our highly-paid County Manager’s strong suit. . .)    

Our doddering fool of a County Chair, Ed Kelley, even wanted to bill us for the simple pleasure of having a bonfire on our beach.

In that weird “dipshit doublespeak” he’s famous for, Old Ed inadvertently revealed that this nonsensical fee proposal is both unwarranted – and unnecessary.

“I’ve had bonfires in Santa Rosa Beach and they charge you $150.” 

“We should leave it at zero or we should make it substantial and I don’t think I can get enough of you (council members) to come along with a $150 fee.”

Say what?  We should leave it at zero or we should make it substantial?

(Sorry.  Sometimes his goofy riddles stump me completely.)

I’ll just bet Little Jimmy wishes Old Ed would shut-up and follow instructions.

Our Chairman’s addle-brained mumbling – his incessant, out-of-touch gabbling – consistently exposes the true loyalties of those we have elected to represent our interests.

First and foremost, the “Machine” must eat, and our grotesquely bloated bureaucracy in DeLand – which already commands one of the highest property tax rates in the state – has developed an insatiable appetite for cash, wringing more-and-more from over-strapped taxpayers.

Then, they giveaway multi-millions of our hard-earned dollars to billionaire corporations and other uber-wealthy leeches who enjoy built-in access to the public trough.

Inexplicably, regardless of how much money our county government demands, there remains no visible improvement to service delivery, infrastructure – or our quality of life.

None.

And, God forbid, our elected officials consider cutting expenditures – or reducing the obscene salary and lavish benefits packages currently bestowed upon those brazen greed-hogs in senior management.

Hell no.

Just more spending, more debt, more over-the-top giveaways and colossally expensive Taj Mahal projects for the convenience of government – not those it exists to serve.

With some 17% of their constituents living in abject poverty – and thousands more eking by paycheck-to-paycheck – these elected and appointed cheapjack fee-grabbers have proven, once again, that they are incapable of shame.

Disgusting.

If anyone votes for these shitheel incumbents – or any candidate subsidized by one of Daytona’s self-serving oligarchs – you deserve what you get.

 

 

 

 

 

I recently had an enlightening conversation with an old friend of mine, someone “in the know” around the Halifax area, who has more than passing access to some of the “Rich & Powerful” I take to the woodshed from time-to-time.

My friend remarked how disliked Barker’s View has become in our local Halls of Power.

Following our discussion, a mutual friend recalled how one of our local V.I.Ps recently suggested he remove a silly Barker’s View bumper sticker from his car – least he be openly associated with my twaddle.

I’m told the hint to strip the decal was accompanied by an oh so disapproving shake of the head. . .

Whatever.

The Big Shots complain that my opinions are inaccurate and mean-spirited (especially when their individual Ox is the one being gored).

Apparently, a retired nobody sitting around in his boxer shorts tapping out a blog can cause certain High Panjandrums of Political Power to sulk-about with long-faces, caterwauling about how the “negativity” of my goofy editorials somehow “brings down” Volusia County in the eyes of potential visitors and entrepreneurs.

Really?

Look, I’m merely pointing out the obvious.

Let’s face it, parts of east Volusia County have taken on the appearance of a squalid Third World shithole with an overpowering sense of hopelessness and despair – real visual and pervasive gloom that continues to destroy our “tourist-based” economy – and is actively ruining the reputation of a once vibrant vacation destination.

But all of that is conveniently lost on those who are well-paid to care.

Rather than face the very graphic facts, and use their power and influence for positive change, they bitch that my silly blog has become the turd in the punch bowl at this weird “feel-good soiree” that our elected officials use as a perennial distraction from all that troubles us.

I’m the problem?

My ass.

Look, I never claimed this forum was politically correct – it is one disturbed little man’s opinions on the news and newsmakers of the day – and, perhaps more important, it remains the only alternative opinion in the region.

Most often, this space helps expose the absurdities of a closed system that continues to serve the influential few at the expense of those who pay the bills and struggle mightily to make a life here.

But don’t take my word for it.

After all, a well-formed opinion requires an examination of all sides of the issue at hand.

I read the Daytona Beach News-Journal with a jaundiced eye – alternately screaming at the top of my lungs and decrying the latest yammering from some real estate marketing hack telling us all how great we have it on the pages of the Business section – or shooting my morning Café Bustelo and bourbon through my nose and reeling in utter shock at the latest vicious bullshit coming out of the Volusia County Council chambers.

Say what you want – it’s never dull.

For instance, this morning the headline – front page above the fold – announced the excellent reportage of Jim Abbot in a piece entitled, “Daytona’s tourist slogan: ‘Wide Open Fun’ – Tourism officials banking on new phrase to lure more vacationers to city.   

Well, Mr. Abbot was partially right – someone’s hauling it to the bank.

In the most ludicrous public policy decision since – I dunno – the county council voted to raise beach access fees for out-of-town visitors (you know, “tourists”) to $25 and effectively price a day at the beach out of the financial reach of many Central Florida families – this week our “tourism leaders” agreed to pay a South Carolina-based advertising firm $200,000 (which includes a $44,375 monthly retainer) for the contrived marketing slogan, “Wide Open Fun.”

WOF.  WTF?

But wait, there’s more.

In addition, the Daytona Beach Convention and Visitors Bureau engaged Evelyn Fine of Mid-Florida Marketing, the same person who has been telling our “tourist leaders” what they want to hear for decades – in consideration of $54,000 annually – to conduct focus groups to rate the effectiveness of our new catchphrase in Miami, Orlando and Atlanta.

(Orlando?)

You may recall that earlier this year, Ms. Fine blathered that in her professional opinion, “There’s a big disconnect between people who come here and are very satisfied, and are comfortable with cars on the beach because they’ve learned to accommodate it and learned to live with it, versus those people that have no vision of how their children and cars can coexist on a beach.”

Bullshit.

According to Fine, it’s beach driving – coupled with some weird theory of a “lingering stigma” from Spring Break past (an event that’s been dead and buried for decades) – as to why people no longer flock to the “World’s Most Famous Beach” – but I’m still confused as to how a grossly expensive three-word tag is going to change all that?

Wait!  The World’s Most Famous Beach!

Now there’s a tried and true motto that folks in the Heartland can get their heads around!

In fact, it has become one of the most widely recognized marketing slogans in, well, the history of marketing slogans!

As I understand it, the phrase has been luring vacationers to our area since the early 1900’s.

Local legend has it that the late Daytona Beach city commissioner, Don Burgman, found a brochure in the family print shop dating from 1919 which contained the phrase “World’s Famous Ocean Beach.”

It’s kind of become, “Our Thing.”   Right?

Something residents and tourists alike identify with – like Ritter’s Frozen Custard and our heritage of beach driving

But when did that ever stop our local officials from snatching defeat from the jaws of success?

In a prescient 2014 piece extolling the virtues of our “Most Famous Beach” moniker, the News-Journal’s esteemed columnist Mark Lane wrote:

“Some laugh at an antique slogan like that but consider: Every alternative that’s been tried has fallen flat.  “South’s Summer Playground,” “The Fun Coast,” “Big Beach, Big Fun,” “It’s Cooler in Daytona Beach,” the more-a-warning-than-a-boast “Atlantic City of the South,” and that most recent, too-clever-by-half entry, “Seize The Daytona” – nothing else has come close.  Nothing has made the leap from advertising to postcards.  Nothing else looks as cool on a sign.  Nothing else has been embraced by people who actually live here.” 

In my view, why not stick with what works?

Why not embrace and build upon a proven brand that has become synonymous with the Daytona Beach Resort Area for nearly one hundred years?

And what the hell became of the $100,000 Danica Patrick ads? 

I guess it could be worse – the alternatives proposed by our new high-dollar marketing firm included:

“Vacation Outside the Lines” (?), and “Dare to Daytona Beach!” 

It beats, “Come to Daytona – I dare ya. . .”

But what the hell do I know.

 If you’ve ever wondered what goes on day-to-day in the corner offices of our “tourism leaders” and “economic development” experts – or have questioned the decision-making apparatus they employ when spending our cash – just reread today’s headline.

That’s how $200,000+ in public funds gets pissed down the drain.

Folks, as Mr. Lane so eloquently said – when it comes to marketing the Halifax area – every stratospherically expensive watchword has fallen flat.

For decades.

So, why does the Halifax Area Advertising Authority continue to return down the same costly rabbit hole – over-and-over again – all while expecting a different result from yet another out-of-state advertising firm?

My God.

And I’m part of the problem?

 Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.

I’ve led a charmed life.

By that I mean, at various times in my life special people have been placed in my path who created opportunities.

These weren’t always positive influences – and some of those folks made things so uncomfortable for me that I took a different direction in life – but, like a very wise friend likes to say, “there are no wrong turns.”

Whenever those chances presented themselves, it was up to me to trust my hunches, seize the moment, work hard and make the most of it.

When I was young – maybe 14 – I was fortunate to participate in the Ormond Beach Police Explorer program, one of the first community outreach efforts which brought officers together with area youth and provided training and ride-along opportunities to introduce law enforcement as a possible career choice.

In 1975, Officer Al “Tubby” Monroe responded to an armed robbery in progress at an Ormond Beach store.

He was shot and seriously wounded during a confrontation with the suspects.

That afternoon, members of the Police Explorer Post stood side-by-side with sworn officers and participated in a supervised grid search for physical evidence in a vacant field near the robbery scene.

From that moment, I was hooked.

I loved everything about it.

Those Explorer programs – in Ormond Beach, and later at the Volusia County Sheriff’s Office – gave me the opportunity to see law enforcement officers as friends and mentors, and provided invaluable basic training in forensics, patrol techniques, defensive tactics and the command and control of crime scenes and critical incidents that served me well throughout my career.

Despite the best advice of my father, who literally begged me to go to college before starting my career, I explained to my then wife that I was going to pursue my dream of becoming a police officer.

I borrowed the tuition from my grandmother – quit my job in the installment loan department of New Smyrna’s old Coronado Beach Bank – and entered the fall 1982 Basic Recruit Training class at Daytona Beach Community College, under the tutelage of Director Bruce Wragg and the incomparable Daytona Beach Police Lieutenant Noel Ouellette.

By then, I had graduated from the United States Army’s Military Police School at Ft. McClellan, Alabama, and was serving as a member of the 345^th MP Company, 1^st Platoon, an escort guard unit of the Army Reserve then housed at the Daytona Beach Yacht Basin.

I had been sponsored to “rookie school” by the Port Orange Police Department after a wonderful interview with one of my life-long heroes – then Lt. John Kirvan – when the POPD was housed in an old mobile home near the corner of US-1 and Dunlawton Avenue.

Upon graduation from recruit training in early 1983, I responded to an advertisement with the City of Holly Hill Police Department.

At that time, my father had a neighborhood insurance office in Holly Hill in a building just south of the old “Golden Arches” of McDonald’s.  His former office is a pawn shop now.

My dad told me how much he enjoyed working in the community – about how wonderful the people were – and encouraged me to interview for the position.

At the very least, he said, it would be good practice if I didn’t get the job.

On the appointed date, I got a haircut and dressed in a business suit borrowed from my dad (believe it or not, “dressing for success” was something job applicants used to do as a matter of routine), took the Civil Service test, then sat nervously for an interview with the always imposing figure of Chief John P. Finn.

I remember everything about that conversation with my future boss, mentor and friend.

He was (and remains) an externally gruff, always irascible, incredibly sharp and privately sweet man who did more for me, personally and professionally, than I can ever repay.

He told me in plain English things police officers should know, like, “A woman’s ass and a whiskey glass, make a man a horse’s ass,” meaning that the demise of many promising law enforcement careers – then and now – are the result of alcohol and bad decisions (regardless of gender or orientation.)

And he made it clear that he wouldn’t abide a “thief or a liar” – but of the two, he’d rather have the thief.

When he issued the oath, Chief Finn looked me hard in the eye and told me plain that the one inviolate rule of our profession was to never tell a lie.

Later in life, I would make certain that anyone I hired as a police officer agreed to uphold that sacred tradition of our service.

At that time, many police departments didn’t have the formal field training and evaluation programs that we use today.  Early on, a great old sergeant showed me and the other new hires the city limits, where to find the locker room, and issued each of us a complement of used uniforms – 100% cotton dark brown shirt with pink tan pants – and our “brass” – collar devices, name plate and a traffic whistle on a silver chain.

The rest of your equipment – gun, leather, handcuffs, etc. – you bought and supplied yourself.

After being hired in the job description “Patrolman” I was, quite literally, thrown a set of car keys, located my assigned vehicle in the parking lot (with a single blue light on the roof and an ancient Motorola Mocom radio) and drove off into the night to patrol the streets and interpret the Constitution.

I will never forget the abject fear of making my first stop – a speeding violation on Center Street around 3 o’clock in the morning.

I had absolutely no idea where I was.

In fact, I was so confused that I let the offender go with a warning, because I was too embarrassed to tell the dispatcher that I was lost.

For the next 31-years, I enjoyed an incredibly blessed career in service to the best people in the world.

Everything I wanted happened for me in that small department – including acceptance to the United States Drug Enforcement Administration’s school – and, ultimately, as my agency’s first appointment to the prestigious FBI National Academy at Quantico, Virginia.

My career included all the triumphs and tragedies that one would expect in a role so critically important to the life of a small, close-knit community.

Perhaps most important, I had the opportunity to serve with some of the finest professionals in the business – and I took great pride in watching my agency grow from a somewhat backwards department into a respected agency with modern capabilities, equipment and progressive leadership.

In 2009, my great friend and incredibly talented former boss, Don Shinnamon, became Chief of Police in Port St. Lucie, Florida – and I was offered the job in Holly Hill.

I had no formal education or degrees in police management or leadership, but I had a Ph.D. in policing my beloved community.

I knew everyone in town, and I had literally swept the floors in City Hall.  To this day, like an old friend, I know every nook and idiosyncrasy of that beautiful building.

With the encouragement of my family and peers – I accepted the position and, for the next five-years, I enjoyed the most wonderful time of my career.

I honorably retired from active service in March 2014 – 31-years to the day from when I was sworn-in by Chief Finn.

To commemorate my career, and all that it has meant to me and my family – for the past three months I sat with the incredibly talented artist Jeff Henry at The Nine’s Parlor in Daytona Beach, and completed a tattoo.

It is a permanent tribute to the opportunities I was given, the great accomplishments of my professional life, and in honor of those with whom I was so incredibly privileged to have served with in local law enforcement.

In so many ways, my career was the only thing I ever “got right” in my life, and I never want to forget it.

Any of it.

The good.  The bad.  The painful.  The incredible joy and unimaginable grief – the blood, sweat and tears.  The utter boredom and the horrific moments of terror.

The great accomplishments and the terrible failures.  All of it.

On my left forearm Jeff placed a haunting quote from the Roman historian Tacitus – which is conspicuously inscribed in a place of honor at the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial in Washington, D.C.:

“In Valor There Is Hope”

 To those I served with – and those I had the privilege of serving – thank you.

For everything.

This permanent tribute – and my everlasting love and appreciation – belong to all of you.

All of you wonderful friends, family and colleagues on the Honor Roll of my life.

 

 

 

Hi, kids!

It’s time once again to turn a jaundiced eye toward the newsmakers of the day – the winners and losers – who, in my cynical opinion, either contributed to our quality of life, or detracted from it, in some significant way.

Let’s look at who tried to screw us – and who tried to save us – during the week that was:

Angel:             Minto Communities

I’m not a fan of contrived “lifestyle” communities, but I completely understand the draw.

Clearly, Minto Communities – the Canadian developer who partnered with Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville Holdings to create the Latitudes at Margaritaville development – has hit it out of the park.

Earlier this week, hundreds of Parrotheads camped in the scrub off LPGA Boulevard to be among the first to put a down payment on new lots – and they are selling like hotcakes.

Look, I’m no real estate marketing maven, but when you’ve got the 55-and-over set sleeping in queue under the stars just to hand over their cash, well, Jimmy’s about to make bank.

Again.

Speaking in the Daytona Beach News-Journal, Minto’s Vice President, the always overexuberant Wild Bill Bullock, said, “This first day of sales at Latitude Margaritaville Daytona Beach has been a record setting day for Minto in number of sales in one day.”

Hey, good on them, right?

Us locals might as well don our grass skirts and coconut bras and cheer them on from the cheap seats.

As regular readers of this forum know, I happen to believe that building an 8,000+ unit mixed-use development on top of sensitive wetlands, wildlife habitat and recharge areas is shortsighted – I also think infusing 40,000+ additional motorists on our current surface streets and roadways is the epitome of mismanaged growth.

That’s not Minto’s fault.  They are simply doing what developers do.

But trust me – you and I aren’t off the hook.

In coming weeks, we will begin to see the hand-wringing and horror stories coming out of County Manager Jim Dinneen’s office threatening Gridlock Armageddon if We, The People, fail to vote for a one-cent sales tax increase ostensibly earmarked for transportation infrastructure.

They put the cart before the horse.  Now, long-suffering taxpayers are forced to live with the results of their greed and gross ineptitude – and pay dearly to fund the solution.

The fact is, our local gas tax in Volusia County – you know, the cash burden we currently pay at the pump to fund countywide road projects – has been maxed out.

As I understand it, our powers-that-be borrowed against the fuel tax in 2004, now transportation impact fees on new development have been shifted to help repay those bonds – even as Latitudes at Margaritaville – and sprawling new developments from Flagler to Brevard put even more pressure on our already overburdened infrastructure.

With millions of our hard-earned tax dollars being pissed away – or simply handed over to billionaire insurance companies and speculative developers – in my view, a sales tax increase is going to be a hard sell to an already struggling constituency.

Our new neighbors out on Boomtown Boulevard are about to learn that Volusia County is so much more than sipping a Peach Blow Fizz in a cabana on a private beach paid for by your homeowners association fees.

These aging Parrotheads from throughout the United States will soon find out that they are uprooting and moving into one of the most wholly dysfunctional systems of governance ever perpetrated on a tax-strapped population.

They are entering an oligarchical quagmire, totally controlled by a cabal of wealthy political insiders – facilitated by an overpaid, bumbling asshole – and represented by hapless, hand-picked elected officials who are intentionally kept out of the loop by strategic design.

My hope is that this influx of new residents allows us to grow out of this weird system.

Eventually, the population will expand to the point where the right last names no longer have the leverage to control the nexus of public funds and private interests – and we will have a larger pool of potential candidates for public office who are no longer beholden to the few – or bound by our tradition of institutional mediocrity.

Hey, a guy can dream, right?

Fin’s Up!

Angel:             Beachside Redevelopment Committee

We’re getting down to the nitty-gritty.

Earlier this year the brightest minds of the Halifax area were brought together by the Volusia County Council with a mandate to develop workable solutions to the malignant blight and abject squalor that is our core tourist area.

The impressive members of this blue-ribbon panel represent the very best we have to offer – all the right last names and alliances are present – and the board even has a few intrepid souls who have spent years of their lives advocating for beach access and management issues.

This is a serious group.

And they have a lot of people depending upon them.

The sober fact is – if these incredibly smart people fail to deliver – the rest of us are doomed.

As regular readers of this forum know, I wasn’t a big fan of the concept when the redevelopment committee was hatched.  After all, the burnished oak credenzas and bookcases in the executive suites of every government agency in Volusia County are groaning with expensive “studies,” “master plans,” and bullshit “tourism and marketing” reports that continue to collect dust.

As our beachside brain trust works toward developing a comprehensive list of solutions – they have now begun the all-important discussion of how to pay for them.

Look, I’ve been out of the game for a few years – but I can tell you that state and federal grant funds are scarce as hen’s teeth – and should not be considered as part of a long-term solution.

In my experience, it is simply unrealistic – and disingenuous – to insinuate that highly competitive community development block grants and loan programs can be considered a viable funding source.

Frankly, the mere suggestion undermines the credibility of the committee – and the process.

Besides, even if grant funding was readily available, asking for more public dollars to encourage “economic development” and tourism – then allowing the same bumbling dullards in local government to manage the projects is simply begging for more of the same.

My sincere hope is that our “movers & shakers” can find innovative ways to get government out of the marketplace and encourage private investment and entrepreneurship on the beachside and elsewhere.

In my view, the committee should closely analyze the myriad roadblocks, mindless regulations and paralytic bureaucracy that actively obstructs new business starts and perpetuates stagnation in our “redevelopment” areas.

In recent days, I have heard horror stories from two Daytona Beach entrepreneurs at opposite ends of the spectrum.  One, a small start-up – the other a long-established local business that employs many people, pays substantial wages, and strongly contributes to the city’s tax base.

The small business owner was forced to endure an eight-month process – which included an ordinance change, multiple meetings with city officials, thousands of dollars in legal and permitting fees – essentially one nonsensical obstacle after another – just to do business in a strip center on Beville Road.

Eight months.

Somehow, this young man persevered.

Now he is building a vibrant enterprise, hiring employees, and working hard to expand his rented storefront to accommodate a rapidly growing customer base.

He is also actively paying taxes, became a member of the Chamber of Commerce, and serves as a wonderful ambassador for Daytona Beach.

My other friend purchased a large, long-neglected eyesore of a commercial property literally in the heart of Daytona Beach with the goal of expanding his already highly successful business.

He has now been waiting over one-year for municipal permits that will allow renovations and new construction to begin.

One-year.

These stories are not unique.

Throughout Volusia County we have highly paid “economic development” departments, all suckling at the public teat, and collectively beating their chests about all the wonderful new businesses and innovative jobs they are bringing to town.

But the word on the street is something completely different.

Perhaps the powerful members of the Beachside Redevelopment Committee should use their considerable influence to request the removal of these onerous hurdles – and clean out the dead-wood from tax-funded redevelopment offices – then foster progressive public policies that will return fairness and equal opportunities to the marketplace and encourage private investment in our beleaguered beachside and beyond.

In my view, if we want to revitalize the beachside, and other struggling areas of our community, it is high time we begin the process of building a legitimate economy and limit the artificial infusion of public funds in select private endeavors that continue to create an unfair advantage for some – while skewing the playing field for everyone.

But what do I know. . .

Angel:             Deltona City Commissioner Heidi Herzberg

 Let’s face it, the City of Deltona is struggling – and recent headlines announcing bizarre crimes, violent deaths, and the antics of a colossally dysfunctional city government do little to quell the fears of residents – or improve the reputation of the community.

Last week, a friend and I took a long drive through Deltona.

We spent time in the neighborhoods and checked out the city’s shopping, dining and commercial areas.

Unfortunately, our largest community is facing the same issues that much of Volusia County is experiencing – spreading blight and dilapidation, rundown properties in open disrepair bringing down once vibrant neighborhoods, an obvious lack of focused code enforcement, and an increasing number of residents and businesses who are struggling financially.

Trust me – it’s the same from Ormond-by-the-Sea to Oak Hill – and Seville to Osteen.

This week, Deltona Commissioner Heidi Herzberg hosted a town hall meeting with residents to discuss crime and blight.  Ms. Herzberg was joined by Sheriff Mike Chitwood and the deputy city manager.

Seeking public input and participation in finding workable solutions is important.

In my view, it is equally important that the Deltona City Commission begin working collaboratively to provide responsive governance and efficient municipal services to their long-suffering constituents.

That process should begin by replacing the current chief executive with someone who can bring organizational cohesion – and effective management – to a community in crisis before it’s too late.

Asshole:          St. John’s River Water Management District

 Clearly, Long John Miklos has a lot of friends.

On Tuesday, the St. John’s River Water Management District’s governing board returned Mr. Miklos to yet another one-year term as chairman of the powerful agency.

For those of you who have been living on the dark side of the moon, John Miklos is our reptilian Governor Rick Scott’s hand-selected appointee to the SJRWMD board – who just happens to own an Orlando-based environmental consultancy that actively lobbies on behalf of public and private clients before the very state regulatory agency he oversees.

You read that right.

For instance, last year, the Daytona Beach News-Journal’s Dinah Pulver discovered that Mr. Miklos’ Bio-Tech Consulting, Inc. had been hired by the City of DeBary in a despicable attempt to backdoor the development of some 102-acres of environmentally sensitive lands owned by the district near the SunRail station.

DeBary officials personally paid Long John $155 per hour for his “help.”

You read that right, too.

Once this sleazy deal was exposed, literally everyone recognized it for what it was – quid pro quo corruption by a tin pot state regulatory official – except, of course, the Florida Ethics Commission or the Attorney General.

In a wink-wink/nudge-nudge attempt to deodorize his slimy activities, Mr. Miklos routinely declares a “conflict” before board votes involving his clients.  As though We, The People should simply ignore the strong and continuing influence he commands over the district’s staff and management as chairman of the board.

Now, rather than rid itself of the stench of a continuing conflict of interest, the governing board has re-elected Chairman Miklos to an unprecedented fifth term.

What a sick joke.

But don’t look for anything to change.

The Florida Ethics Commission has proven, time and again, that they are a group of do-nothing political enablers who routinely ignore the findings of their own independent investigators and render some of the most idiotic findings ever written into a public record.

This worthless excuse for a public integrity apparatus is just one reason the State of Florida routinely ranks among the most corrupt in the nation.

From the randy romps of our skeezy elected representatives and their tawdry sex-for-votes schemes – to a regulatory agency that repeatedly elects an active lobbyist to regulate development on sensitive wetlands – the rules truly are different here.

Trust me.  We are just beginning to see the terrible distillate of our “ethics” commission’s gross complicity ooze into public view.

My God.

Remember this the next time Rick Scott asks for your vote.

Angel:             Steve & Ryan Ridder – The First Family of Daytona Beach Basketball

Let’s face it, college basketball hasn’t had a very good week.

High-profile petty thieves masquerading as student-athletes creating international incidents, burgeoning recruiting scandals, kickback conspiracies and bribery allegations that have tarnished the sport, sketchy moves that have brought discredit to once venerated programs and created an “anything goes” atmosphere on and off the court.

In my view, the only thing that can fundamentally change the course of college basketball – and organized athletics generally – is men and women of strong moral character who set a clear ethical example for young players and assistants who are the future of the sport.

Coaches at all levels have incredible influence over the lives of their players.  How they use that interpersonal and organizational power is critical to changing the culture and developing a solid moral foundation for their teams.

And that goes far beyond the tenets of good sportsmanship.

The Barker’s View Sports Department sends all best wishes to Coach Steve Ridder – who has elevated Embry-Riddle Basketball into the NCAA ranks – and his impressive son, Coach Ryan Ridder, who recently took the helm of the Bethune-Cookman Wildcats.

In my view, the Ridders represent all that is positive about college sports – and we are very fortunate to have them in Daytona Beach.

In a recent interview with B-CU’s extraordinary scribe, Dan Ryan, Steve said, “During the season, there are a lot of highs and a lot of lows, but it’s the greatest profession to be a part of, especially if you’re in it for the right reason”

“Ryan will build the right culture here at Bethune-Cookman. He will care about his players and they will play hard because they know he loves them and will hold them accountable to become better players and people.”

We need more coaches – and community leaders – like Steve and Ryan Ridder.

Quote of the Week:

 “That’s a little steep. I think it’s kind of high to spend $10 to come down to the beach anyway, so yeah, $20 would be tough, I might search out other beaches and look for other places to go.”

–Cathy Timm, a visitor to Central Florida from Denver, as quoted by WKMG, speaking on the Volusia County Council’s asinine vote to raise beach access fees to $20 per day.

Ms. Timm has hit the proverbial nail on the head – and her sentiments echo the thoughts of potential tourists everywhere.

The fact is, our elected representatives have discovered that pricing a day at the beach out of the financial reach of many Central Florida families has the same effect as driving bans – and without the pesky political exposure.

I encourage everyone reading this to take a few minutes and envision yourself as a tourist might, then drive SR A-1-A from Ormond Beach to Ponce Inlet.

Take-in the hand-painted signs on fleabag motels, the grime and blight, omnipresent homeless, vacant store fronts and abandoned strip centers.  Drive by the weed strewn, county-owned properties set aside for “off beach” parking, and experience the pervasive feeling of despair – then tell me your honest reaction.

If you suddenly landed in the Halifax area’s core tourist area with your family, would you stick around to drop a double-sawbuck to cruise the beach?

With a high-profile committee struggling mightily to come to grips with the future of our festering beachside – the natural economic engine of our region – please consider the long-term impact on tourism that raising the daily beach access fee to a prohibitive $20 will have.

Then ask yourself if those we have elected to represent our interests in DeLand are really working for us?

That’s it for me.

Tis’ the season for wonderful arts and crafts festivals throughout the region – none better than the DeLand Fall Festival of the Arts.

The show was recently voted “Best Florida Fine Art Festival” by Florida Trend magazine, and this year marks the festival’s 25^th Anniversary, with some 175 juried artists from throughout the country lining beautiful Woodland Boulevard.

It’s a great way to spend the day!

From Barker’s View to you – here’s wishing everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving!