Why would I spend a day listening to Douglas County Sheriff’s Department employees talk about their jobs? Because understanding how they work and who they are helps me publish more accurate information. Why should you care? You pay law enforcement in an era where shrinking public budgets is supposed to create jobs and improve our lives. That idea is overcooked.
The Civil Division serves legal documents, performs
evictions and enforces court orders. Its Chief is Civil Deputy Kelly A
Soltwisch, who’s so well respected she’s been reappointed by the last three
Sheriffs. The division uses paper-less processing, a performance better than
eighty percent of Washington counties. When a County conviction was not posted
in other counties, her office confirmed the conviction as a third strike before
sentencing was completed in another county. Evidence carefully kept on file
since the 1990s helped local detectives validate the killer in 2012, bringing a
sense of peace to the victim’s family. Indiscriminate national and local budget
cuts threaten thorough law enforcement.
Chief Soltwisch serves court ordered immediate, night-time
eviction notices accompanied by bank and landlord representatives. Asked if such
evictions could put families with babies on the street, she left no doubt she’d
have the courage to tell those representatives they needed to a better way for
this family. Do we really believe we’d serve society better by unleashing banks
and landlords where their only restraint would be competition of similar
property owners?
Another espoused attitude I hear is government shouldn’t be
able to tell us what to do. It tells some sex-offenders they must register with
the local Sheriff’s department. Record-keepers told me how to identify four Level
II offenders living within one mile of my home and two nearby elementary
schools. Offenders must re-register and get re-fingerprinted in face-to-face
meetings with workers. The Division prides itself on pleasant, respectful treatment
for those offenders who are obeying the law because such service increases the
likelihood they will re-register.
The Sheriff’s responsibility to protect federal critical dam
infrastructure on the Columbia River has allowed the Sheriff to partially equip
marine patrols and a Special Response Team with funds from the Bureau of
Reclamation, US Army Corps of Engineers and Homeland Security. Marine patrol recently
rescued somebody’s son who attempted suicide from a bridge. The SRT responds
about four times a year for drug raids and domestic violence. They also have
plans to respond to every local school in the event of violence. If Congress
cuts those federal agencies, how would we maintain our local capacity to
protect us?
Another high decibel complaint I hear is government shouldn’t
intrude on what I can and cannot do with my body. Sheriff patrols tell people
they can’t drive after making DUI arrests. I don’t mind those intrusions since traffic
crime affects me more than any other crime. In 2008 Chelan-Douglas accidents cost
$80 million, mostly because of speeding and impaired driving. Sixty people per
month were arrested locally for DUI, and thirty two were arrested for speeding.
If we shrink sheriff patrols, how is the free market place going to make me
safer?
And if they take my cell phone after I crash, why do they
have to right to open it and get information about who I’m talking to?
Sheriff’s detective may open it, but first they have to fill out paperwork and
get approval to ask for a search warrant from their supervisor, prosecuting
attorney and a judge, a day-long process. Detectives better have a good cause. And
by the way, they need to take time away from investigating homicides like the
local Cowell case, where they’ve been involved with 100 interviews, each of
which has to be transcribed word for accurate word.
Before you rally around cutting taxes to limit government
and create jobs, we need to recognize what good government requires so we can
keep those jobs that are being performed well by proud public servants.
To
be clear, the size of the tax was not the issue, ten cents per $100 of personal
goods excluding groceries and prescription drugs. The tax would have added
twenty five cents to my wife’s and my shopping the last two weeks.
To
be even clearer, the tax fully bailed out investors holding defaulted debt for
an overly expensive regional Public Facilities District (PFD) Event Center in
the City of Wenatchee. Coincidentally the tax bailed out Wenatchee, whose
leaders guaranteed the debt and promised there would never be taxes on any
jurisdictions that joined the PFD. My County had unanimously joined without
voter approval, but two new commissioners have won election partly on their
opposition to County participation.
Amid
months of wrangling, local State Representatives attempted two rescue bills in
the House that failed in the Senate because local citizens and officials remained
divided about the feasibility of the bills. To the end, my County Commissioners
kept their pledge to prevent a county-wide vote, instead proposing a plan to
tax Wenatchee and my city, East Wenatchee.
State
Senator Linda Evans Parlette wouldn’t endorse either of the two bills and my commissioners
complained to her. She told me, “I told everyone I wouldn’t support any plan without
full local agreement and that did not pencil out. The legislature is sick of
this because the House voted twice on bills that did not pass.”
Finally
my Commissioners united with others to avoid legal expenses from default. They
signed a detailed agreement that included putting the tax measure on the County
ballot and addressed rural objections by requiring Wenatchee pay most of the
cost and pursue legal claims for damages that would reimburse taxpayer funds.
.
Parlette told me she inserted authority to propose the tax into existing Senate
Bill 5984, which also strengthened State Treasury oversight to avoid similar
financing disasters. She wrote provisions to terminate the taxes after debt was
paid and brought together the Senate Ways and Means attorney and the PFD
attorney to craft the bill according to the agreement.
The
three Commissioners expected a close vote based on fierce opposition from their
neighbors lying east of the great divide of the Columbia River. The one
surviving Commissioner, the southerner, lives the furthest south in East
Wenatchee. A second Commissioner, the central resident, lives in a precinct in
the middle of the rural plateau atop the county. The third Commissioner lives
in on the crown of the county in a city where he successfully led his citizens
to stay out of the PFD when he was mayor. Therefore, he didn’t even have a vote
and didn’t take a position. He told me neighbors outside his incorporated city
were angry to discover they had to vote, although they were glad they could vote
against it. We had a political thriller on our hands.
Sixty-five
percent of voters overwhelmed thirty-five percent of the voters, a margin within
two percentage points of two-to-one. Official results showed voters approved it
in each of the Commissioner Districts, including sixty-six percent in the
northerner’s district. How did that happen?
Event
Center ticket buyers supported it. After a tip from a reader, I asked the
Center for data on ticket buyers by zip code for 2011 performances, excluding the
popular hockey team. People in the zip code for East Wenatchee’s urban area
purchased 7,136 tickets. While I couldn’t precisely match zip codes to
precincts, I estimated 82 percent of county voters were from that area and they
voted heavily in favor.
People
in the remaining zip codes purchased 610 tickets. Voters in those zip codes
voted against the bailout, but represented only 18 percent of the vote. They
were buried in a landslide.
Then
why did all three commissioner districts support the tax increase? Because of
Washington’s rules for fairness in forming districts. Washington law assumes
fairness may be achieved by meeting these three legal criteria: commissioner districts
shall be as nearly equal in population as possible, as compact as possible and all
precincts geographically contiguous. The only way to make our County Districts equal
is to slice East Wenatchee precincts into all three districts and trade off
compactness versus contiguous. The County approved the new Districts after the
vote, but they are similar to those existing during the vote.
The
tradeoffs for fairness make strange districts. The southerner’s district is a
small contiguous area almost exclusively in East Wenatchee’s zip code. The
central Commissioner’s district is centered on the plateau, but swings east and
south to county lines and encompasses the southern area of urban ticket buyers.
The northerner’s district encompasses adjacent precincts north to the Columbia
River and then swings west and south along the shoreline past the middle
district and inward to the urban area east of East Wenatchee, looking like a
giant, backwards apostrophe. The heavily populated wealthy districts of Fancer
Heights and Broadview on the slopes of the plateau overlooking the Wenatchee Valley
are voting constituents with the remote, rural northerners who opposed
participation from the beginning. The urban areas voters represented 81 percent
of the northerner’s district. His opposition reflected his rural neighbor’s
opposition.
We
should not be surprised when the tyranny of an urban majority triumphs again.
We should be pleased the Commissioners from rural areas represented residents well
by extracting concessions before the issue went to ballot. After all, they’re
neighbors, and being good neighbors is the saving grace of democracy’s tyranny.
Why
is it so hard for retirees to live with computers? The answer is computers don’t
think like most of us and our experts are usually unavailable.
Most
retirees depend on their personal experts instead of translating instructions on
telephone calls to someone somewhere in the world. Retirees have personal
experts such as any niece or nephew, child, or in my case, my wife Karen. We
have to wait until they are available on their terms.
Karen
has the extraordinary ability to create personal relationships with each
computer. She was a network administrator who installed and maintained massive
Sun Microsystem computers for geeks drawing engineering diagrams of Freightliner
truck engines. When she’d ask geeks why their computers would suddenly have problems,
she got the same answer: “I don’t know. Suddenly it stopped working and I
didn’t do anything to it.” I’ve given her that answer and seen her eyes
instantly freeze.
She
prefers speaking out loud to my unresponsive computer, somewhat disrespectfully,
but persistently, patiently. “Why did you do that?” “I already did that.”
“Where is the file I just saved?” I have asked those questions, but somehow she
gets answers. Maybe I ask the wrong questions.
You
might think Karen is frequently available to me, but she is not. A personal
relationship with my computer feels like work, the most disagreeable part of
work she left behind eleven years ago. She’s replaced those relationships with
people on tennis courts, community theaters, bridge tables and most serenely her
loom and computer software for weaving. To fix my system she has to take time
from her weaving.
It’s
wiser to cajole my computer into working. Mysteriously her computer printed
with the most recent version of Adobe software, mine did not. I’d click on print
and the printer would burp, but not print. The computer wouldn’t say, ‘It’s not
printing,’ or ‘There’s a problem with printing.’ Nothing. It doesn’t think like we do. I told Karen, and
at least she said, “I can print from my computer. Goodbye, see you at lunch.”
Left
to my own inadequacies, the mystery deepened. I searched the Adobe website for printing
problems and found a page that said, “Printing bugs identified at release time.
Was that helpful?”
“Not
really,” I said. “I want solutions.” I clicked ‘No.’ The website wouldn’t
respond. Subserviently, I clicked ‘Yes.’ Nothing happened. I asked, “Am I
supposed to search about problems with getting Adobe’s website to explain how
to fix problems with printing?” No answer.
I
asked the whole Internet. It was full of answers since the problem had existed
since 2011. “Why is Adobe’s most recent 2012 version still having the problem?”
No answer. I followed the instructions, which told me to download the most
recent version again and then download another program that fixed it. “Why
couldn’t Adobe fix its own software before I downloaded it?” No answer. I may
offend my computer. I confess I’ve yelled questions so loudly my condo neighbor
could have heard them.
Anyway,
after I downloaded the version and update, the most mysterious question arose.
Adobe directed me to restart my computer. The first message after restart was,
this is true: “There’s an update available. Do you want to download it now?” Of course, why not? It updated by Flash Player, which I don’t
use. I clicked on print, the printer burped, and printed.
Karen
set up this computer a month ago. I have some improvements and other setbacks.
My old system was so slow I’d clean up my desk while it loaded. Now it’s ready
too soon. My desk is a mess.
I’m
beset by mysteries. Why do I suddenly have a graph page in my word documents? I
didn’t do anything. Why do I have multiple Contact folders in my email system?
Why did the contact I just added disappear? Why don’t I have one Contacts file liked
I used to have that was faithful, accurate and reliable?
When
is Karen going to be home and not weaving?