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Doug McIntyre: Doug McIntyre, acclaimed radio host and veteran TV writer, has added an exciting new chapter to his multifaceted career...

I will be filling in for John Kobylt on The Official KFI AM 640 tomorrow, Friday, from 1-4pm.
10/03/2024

I will be filling in for John Kobylt on The Official KFI AM 640 tomorrow, Friday, from 1-4pm.

That nice Mr. Bezos has put the hardcover edition of Frank's Shadow ON SALE for only $14.99. Get 'em while they're hot!
09/18/2024

That nice Mr. Bezos has put the hardcover edition of Frank's Shadow ON SALE for only $14.99. Get 'em while they're hot!

Frank's Shadow

For those of you who have a Kindle, Frank's Shadow is available. Also in audio format.
08/30/2024

For those of you who have a Kindle, Frank's Shadow is available. Also in audio format.

Frank's Shadow

Went to Art's Deli in Studio City today. I love Art's "Where every sandwich is a work of art." However, the artist must ...
08/15/2024

Went to Art's Deli in Studio City today. I love Art's "Where every sandwich is a work of art." However, the artist must be Picasso, because look at these prices for a hot dog. (A screen shot of the on-line menu. The in-store hot dog price is actually three dollars higher, clocking in at $21. For a hot dog. When did we become the Weimar Republic?

Les Siegel was the heart and soul of KABC radio. He cared, passionately about radio. It was a joy working with him for s...
07/25/2024

Les Siegel was the heart and soul of KABC radio. He cared, passionately about radio. It was a joy working with him for so many years and a privilege to call him a friend. How lucky we were to have this quirky, wonderful man in our lives for so many years. Rest in Peace, Les. Irreplaceable.

Today, July 18th, is the one-year anniversary of the publication of my novel, Frank's Shadow. Thank you to everyone who ...
07/18/2024

Today, July 18th, is the one-year anniversary of the publication of my novel, Frank's Shadow. Thank you to everyone who has purchased and read it. If you would like to get a copy, click the link below for hardcover, Kindle or audio edition. Signed copies available at www.DougMcIntyre.com or, for a price, I will sit in the car while you drive to work and read it to you. https://www.amazon.com/Franks-Shadow-Doug-McIntyre/dp/B0BZNR7KKS

DOES THE CASHLESS ECONOMY MAKE (DOLLARS) AND SENSE?By Doug McIntyreWhen did people turn on money? I thought everyone lov...
06/09/2024

DOES THE CASHLESS ECONOMY MAKE (DOLLARS) AND SENSE?
By Doug McIntyre

When did people turn on money? I thought everyone loves money? You can spend it, save it, fold it, lend it, borrow it, bury it, toss it away, blow it, hoard it, covet it, worship it, put in the bank, or stuff it in a mattress. You could even send it to me if you don’t know what else to do with it. And it’s accepted everywhere, right?

Not anymore.

Increasingly, retail stores are shunning cash for digital only transactions despite “This note is legal tender for all debts public and private” being printed on every bill.

Of course I use credit cards. I’m an American, am I not? Still, cash remains king at my house. The Wife and I have been known to elbow each other as we battle for a stray quarter rattling around in the dryer. Who hasn’t experienced the rapturous joy of finding a forgotten twenty tucked in a jacket pocket you haven’t worn since Christmas? And when you were a kid, that birthday check from Aunt Helen was nice, but nothing compared to that crisp fiver Uncle Harry snapped tight before pressing it into your greedy mitts. Today, not so much. Especially younger people who don’t even want to swipe or insert their debit or credit cards; tapping, Apple Pay, and Crypto is where it’s at, and stores love it! No cash to be robbed at gunpoint or pilfered by that sticky-fingered kid who works on Sundays. No coins to roll and haul to the bank on Friday. Cash had a good run, and remains popular with cheating husbands and the paranoid who don’t trust on-line commerce to keep their accounts secure. In fact, 16-percent of all payments in 2023 were still made with cash according to the Federal Reserve. But cash has probably had its day.

Even The Wife now eschews the checkbook for Zelle or some other form of financial alchemy I don’t understand. Our kids never carry cash, or even a wallet, with credit and debit cards tucked alongside their driver’s licenses in a pocket on the back of their iPhones. I am-- no surprise-- the family dinosaur who still writes checks and pays cash and even saves coins in glass milk bottles, my emergency stash for when hackers breach B of A and zero out everyone’s life savings. Let’s see who’s the dinosaur then!

Meanwhile, there are real reasons why the cashless economy is a senseless economy for many.

Despite the generational shift, millions still fall through the cracks of the global banking system. The unbanked, (an actual term for people without credit and debit cards) frequently find themselves shut out from local businesses who have gone cashless. To address this, the Los Angeles City Council recently passed an ordinance, still to be enacted, banning the practice as a matter of equity and inclusion. In Sacramento, SB-926 will make that ban state-wide, while Congress continues to work on national legislation restoring King Cash to its throne. But there is a lot of money riding on cashless.

RedyRef is a New Jersey based company that makes reverse ATM machines like the ones installed at money pits like Dodger Stadium. The cash dependent can stuff money into the machine and get a card they can use to buy hotdogs and little helmets full of soft serve. For a fee, of course. While the gas stations will give you a discount for using cash, the Dodgers (and others) are charging you for using United States currency, including local government agencies when folks try to pay traffic tickets or other fines with cash.

Plastic is obviously a great convenience but it comes at a huge cost. That $2.25 bottle of water we tap at the 7-11 quickly becomes $3.15 if we carry a balance on our Visa cards. Charging everything is inflationary.

And it’s seductive.

We don’t feel the true cost of things when we charge them like we do when we have to take cash out of our wallets. Casinos have known this forever. Chips make it easier to justify staying in with a game with a lousy hand than having actual money on the table. Weekly withholding taxes deducted from our paychecks prevent us peasants from grabbing our pitchforks and torches and storming the IRS. Can you imagine if we had to write a check for our entire tax tab every April 15th? Prices creep up easily in a cashless economy just the way a frog sits in a pot of water until it’s boiled alive. $22 for a movie ticket didn’t happen overnight.

Doug McIntyre’s column appears Sundays. His novel, Frank's Shadow is availabe at Amazon.com.

Only 20 bucks? Signed and shipped? What a deal! Grab 'em while you can!
06/07/2024

Only 20 bucks? Signed and shipped? What a deal! Grab 'em while you can!

Signed First Edition hardcover copy of Doug McIntyre's novel, Frank's Shadow.

06/06/2024

D-Day is now as far away from our time as the Civil War was from D-Day.

WE BUILT IT AND THEY DIDN’T COMEBy Doug McIntyreThere’s trouble in East Timor. I don’t know what kind of trouble because...
05/26/2024

WE BUILT IT AND THEY DIDN’T COME
By Doug McIntyre

There’s trouble in East Timor. I don’t know what kind of trouble because, truthfully, I don’t know anything about East Timor. I couldn’t even tell you where East Timor is if you spotted me North, South and West Timor. Still, occasionally I see a headline about “trouble” in East Timor.

There’s also trouble on Los Angeles County buses and trains, or so I hear. I never take the bus or ride the rail system in L.A., choosing instead to spend my life trapped in soul-robbing gridlock at $5.80 a gallon. (On a good day.) Metro is practically invisible to me, but I see the bad headlines. It’s the East Timor of public infrastructure.

Years ago, out of curiosity, I did take the Red Line from North Hollywood to Pershing Square. And once I even used Metro to get to a Lakers game, but after that experience, I got a ride home from a stranger which seemed like the safer choice. And this was long before Metro abandoned their shiny new system to “civilian ambassadors”, bowing to anti-police Leftist groups like the Bus Riders Union and the Alliance for Community Transit L.A. Is it any surprise the headlines are negative?

I’m not proud to say this. I practically lived on trains and subways growing up in New York where everyone, rich and poor, all races and demographics imaginable, rides mass transit all the time. So, why not here?

On four separate occasions voters in L.A. approved sales tax hikes to fund the construction of light rail and buses in the City and County, yet very few of our 10-plus million residents are willing to ride the system they paid for, including pro-mass transit guys like me.

“This is not a system to be proud of.” Said L.A. County Supervisor and Metro Board Member Kathyrn Barger to KNBC-TV’s Conan Nolan in response to an epidemic of horrific crimes against Metro passengers and employees, including shootings, stabbings, beatings and more stabbings. When a member of the governing body of a major civic institution is not proud of the system she helps run, why should anyone else be on board?

And the public is not on board. Metro ridership continues to plunge year after year because, as awful as driving might be, it’s still better than the public transit system we have allowed to degenerate into a rolling outhouse/homeless encampment/insane asylum/crack house. Or so I hear.

Recently, L.A. Mayor Karen Bass posted about her video chat with Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg pitching more Federal dollars for Metro in advance of the Olympics. X user, , commented, “First you have to take care of the stabbing problem.”

Duh.

This is not exclusive to L.A. Covid kept thousands of commuters at home working remotely, many of whom continue the practice today. Ride share apps weren’t a thing when Metro began building light rail and that has cut into fares. And then there is the consequence-free crime wave courtesy of post-George Floyd murder DAs like George Gascon who have set transit riders fleeing by the thousands. The MTA in New York has also hemorrhaged customers, as has BART in the Bay Area and nearly every metropolitan public transit agency, except one, Richmond, Virginia, which has seen a 14-percent increase over the pre-covid days

So, what did Richmond do right? They Invited the public to ride for free and folks in Virginia happily accepted.

FREE? Could that work here?

Of Metro’s enormous $9-billion budget, only 13-percent comes from fare-paying riders. 13-percent is still $1.17-billion a year, not exactly pocket change. But consider the long-term benefits of free transit travel in L.A. County. Just maybe we could chip away at the automobile-only DNA of the most traffic snarled city in America, creating new generations who grow up using mass transit as a matter of course like most major city dwellers here and around the world. The boon to local businesses from increased foot traffic, increase in productivity and disposable income would likely more than make up for the additional expense to Metro. Plus, a good transit system helps communities in a less tangible but hugely important way.

Mass transit systems remain one of the great unifying institutions in any city. Next time you visit New York, take a train to or from Wall Street and you’ll find millionaire stock brokers riding elbow-to-elbow with the janitors who clean the Exchange floor. That never happens in L.A. Here the classes do not mix. Crowded trains and buses are also safer trains and buses. Passengers help protect each other and the equipment from miscreants and vandals who they greatly outnumber. L.A.’s working poor and the mass transit dependent have been left to fend for themselves by City and County leaders cowed by activists who insist on their no police concept of social justice no matter how many people get killed.

Los Angeles desperately needs functional, state-of-the-art mass transit-- not just for the Olympics-- but for the day-to-day life of its citizens. We taxed ourselves to build a system, but unlike the “Field of Dreams”, they did not come. Or if they did, they have not come back.

Doug McIntyre’s column appears Sundays. Reach him at: [email protected]. His novel, “Frank’s Shadow” is available at Amazon.com.

Frank's Shadow continues to do well in Book Festival competitions: a runner-up in General Fiction at the London Book Fes...
05/22/2024

Frank's Shadow continues to do well in Book Festival competitions: a runner-up in General Fiction at the London Book Festival. Have you got your copy on either side of the pond? https://www.amazon.com/Franks-Shadow-Doug-McIntyre/dp/B0BZNR7KKS

GENERAL FICTION:

WINNER: Wylde Oates - Dell Brand

RUNNERS-UP:
• Against All Enemies - Thomas M. Wing
• The Secret - Eve M. Riley
• Fireweed - Richard Vaughan Davies
• Frank's Shadow - Doug McIntyre
• All Grown Up - Catherine Evans

THE URGE TO PURGEBy Doug McIntyreShould you get a surprise letter from my attorney notifying you that I have bequeathed ...
05/19/2024

THE URGE TO PURGE
By Doug McIntyre

Should you get a surprise letter from my attorney notifying you that I have bequeathed something to you in my will, do not take this as a compliment.

Let me explain.

Having reached an age when doctors ask if I have filled out an “advance directive,” there isn’t much the First World offers on TV, the web, radio or even this newspaper that piques my interest other than Ronnie’s Grab Bars. In fact, The Wife and I frequently dream of tossing everything rather than acquiring anything. We actually go to Costco for a cheap chicken and come home with only a cheap chicken. We have so much stuff we crossed the Rubicon of avarice by renting a storage unit in an industrial park (the witness relocation program of consumerism) to stash stuff so inconsequential to our lives we don’t even want it in our garage. A storage unit is the ultimate materialist cry for help. So, the time has come to surrender to the urge to purge at Chateau McIntyre.

But this has presented more of a challenge than expected.

At my age, I can’t even give stuff away. Everyone I know already has everything they need or want. Do you know anyone who needs an ironing board? Of course not. We stopped ironing when Poppa Bush was still in the White House. At this point burglars would be doing us a favor. Secondly, my esoteric collections of presidential biographies, obscure histories and stacks of Frank Sinatra CDs are not exactly on anyone’s Hot 100 list in 2024. One man’s treasure is truly another man’s trash, especially when that man is tasked with hauling all this junk away.

Which brings me back to that letter you may be receiving from my attorney.

While wrenching my back hu***ng boxes of out of the storage unit and up the attic stairs it occurred to me at some point this poor decaying shell of a body will finally give up the ghost and somebody will have to lug the flotsam and jetsam of my life elsewhere; a job I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

Or would I?

All the micro-treasures that I associate with various chapters of my life will be as meaningless to the rest of the world, including our kids and grandkids, as Charles Foster Kane’s sled. Given California EPA rules, tossing my belongings onto a funeral pyre will likely result in a First Stage Smog Alert and a hefty fine, so bonfire is out.
Simply throwing it away is an emotional line I am incapable of crossing so calling the 800-GotJunk people to cart my earthly treasures to the dump is also out which brings me back to the genius solution I have arrived at: I’m leaving everything to my enemies.

Let the people who hate me (you know who you are) come over and haul away that three volume life of Benjamin Harrison along with the last remaining complete set of Encyclopedia Britanicas that tip the scales at 225-lbs. What a surprise is in store for that reader in Irvine who has hated every column I’ve ever written! Imagine his excitement as he slogs up the 5-freeway thinking I have left him a precious antique or valuable piece of jewelry only to discover I don’t own a precious anything, antique or otherwise. Instead, the executor of my estate will present him with a box of Bobby Darin CDs and binders of old TV sitcom scripts I wrote on an IBM Selectric II. Problem solved. My house is emptied, gratis, and a measure of posthumous score-settling has been administered.

This might strike you as extreme but take a look at the stuff you live with. Who do you know who actually wants it? Grandma’s silver tea service? As we head to the mid-21st century? Why not great grandma’s butter churn? At some point our stuff becomes a museum of the obsolete, once cherished, vital possessions that have long out lived their usefulness. I found four, FOUR!, computer towers that only take floppy discs. Now I have four herniated discs from schlepping them to the electronic recycling center. There’s a time to say goodbye to stuff, just as the world will eventually say goodbye to us.

Doug McIntyre’s column appears Sundays. His novel, “Frank’s Shadow” is available at Amazon.com. Reach him at: [email protected].

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