The (non-existent) Fates Again
Friday, November 12th, 2010The same (non-existent) fates which interrupted Wednesday’s post have struck again.
OK, it wasn’t really the fates. One problem with one-man-band web sites like this is that we all have personal obligations outweighing our professional duties from time to time.
Yesterday was one of those times.
To be candid (candor always having been one of the goals here), the fact that yesterday was a day (and perhaps one of the last of the year) in which sitting in front of the computer seemed almost a sacrilege played a role.
Because the topic of the planned post is delicate and complicated, more than usual care is required. So one more postponement. It will be here Monday, honest to Betsy (or to whomever one wishes to be honest).
For now, just a couple of updates on previously mentioned matters.
Earlier this week, Windsor Superior Court Judge Katherine Hayes ruled on the case mentioned twice before here (most recently this one) on whether Hartford police had to release records concerning the incident last May in which they pepper-sprayed and handcuffed a man in his own house.
It was what might be called a split decision. The judge ordered the town to turn over the records about what happened after police decided not to charge the man, Wayne Burwell, but not the records about what happened earlier (the pepper-spraying, the hand-cuffing).
There is insufficient legal expertise here to justify commenting on whether the judge ruled according to law. But no expertise is needed to wonder whether Vermont law, or its application or both are consistent with transparent government.
Another recent post (Vermont’s Fine Whine, October 15) noted that the state’s economy was in remarkably good shape, especially considering its rural make-up, and the fact that in today’s economy. “the advantages go to concentration and consolidation.”
Two new and possibly disturbing pieces of evidence to support that conclusion – the possible impending demise of the small-town post office and the small-town drug store.
According to a story in this week’s Chronicle in Orleans County (not available on its web site), a bill in Congress would allow the Postal Service to shut down small post offices that don’t pay their way.
No closures appear imminent, but according to the article, 30 small-town post offices in Vermont have not replaced postmasters or postmistresses who have retired, died, or quit. The post offices are not vacant, but are being run by an “officer in charge” without the postmaster title.
That’s not proof the Postal Service plans to shut down those facilities. But it is what it would do if shutting them down was the plan.
Meanwhile, the state’s independent pharmacists are circulating petitions urging support of two bills in Congress that would counter the practice by some insurance companies, big pharmacy chains, and pharmacy benefit managers to convince customers to buy their drugs only from the big chains or from on-line services.
The local druggists admit that there is a powerful incentive for consumers to forsake them and buy from the big guys – it’s cheaper. Sometimes a lot cheaper. Sometimes so much cheaper than the local druggists wonder whether some of the prices are so low that the chains are losing money on the drugs just to attract the customers and put the independent pharmacies out of business.
That’s entirely unproven, but it wouldn’t be unprecedented in the history of American business.
The price – and sometimes home delivery – make it quite sensible for people to buy their drugs from the chains and the on-line services. But sometimes a slew of reasonable individual decisions can have a social cost. A small town drug store is often also a coffee bar or café, a social center, a reason for people to come into town where they might visit other stores. Some of these stores could probably hang on without the pharmacy; others won’t, and where a town has neither a drug store nor a post office, how long will it remain a town at all, other than legally?
In a fast-moving world, trying to stay alive in the slow lane isn’t easy.






