Rex isn’t much of a crime fighter. But the same can’t be said for East Nashville’s District 6 Councilman Mike Jameson and crack Tennessean reporter Brad Schrade.
Chaos erupted in recent weeks at the home of an octogenarian grandmother in Lockeland Springs. As the woman slept, a group of teenagers partied in the house, spreading the news of their bash to friends via text messages. Soon, the place was overflowing with rowdy high schoolers.
That’s when Schrade, a nearby resident, called Jameson to tell the lawmaker about the ruckus. As Metro Police responded to angry phone calls from disturbed neighbors, the troupe of teenagers hit the pavement running, breaking car windows and smashing mailboxes as they fled.
Schrade and Jameson got in their cars and coordinated with one another by cell phone, eventually tracking down the rabble-rousers.
The teens professed innocence, and there was no solid proof otherwise that the kids Schrade and Jameson had cornered were in fact the troublemakers. Police and the dynamic duo had no choice but to forgive the incident, though a nuisance complaint against the woman who resides at the home may be forthcoming.
Meanwhile, we leave it to you to decide which crime fighter is Batman and which is Robin.
The new Belle of the Meade
Congratulations are in order for former U.S. Sen. Bill Frist, who somehow made it through the rigorous admission process of the Belle Meade Country Club.
He has once again become a full-fledged member of the club that he’d formerly quit because of the absence of African-American members, a deal killer for someone running for high-level public office. (BMCC can claim only one black member, and he lives in Atlanta.)
Frist’s re-up coincides with the new membership of HCA’s treasurer and senior vice president of finance, David G. Anderson, who was sponsored by Nashville Area Chamber of Commerce chairman Ron Samuels.
Perhaps now would be a good time for Frist, who has publicly forsaken a future political career, to start an “exploratory committee” of another kind for old times’ sake.
Over the past year, club members have been asked to scout their closets for a mink coat that was apparently taken by mistake at one of the BMCC’s “caroling brunches” last December. It’s a dark brown Gus Mayer ankle-length coat.
Senator, if you find it, return it either to the club or to PETA, either of which would be happy to hear from you. On second thought, just give it to the club. PETA probably still remembers your cat-murdering ways.
Pass the fat please
Attendees of the Nashville Health Care Council’s recent event, ìHealth and Well-Being: Keys to Transformation,î had some trouble drinking the proverbial Kool-Aid during the catered lunch.
After listening to several speakers — including Healthways CEO Ben Leedle, Mayor Karl Dean, and authors Roy Spence and Dan Buettner — discuss ways to achieve a healthier city where people live longer lives by making better personal and community choices, they were served a meal in keeping with the spirit of the event.
No cheese-stuffed rubber chicken and chocolate cake here.
Each place setting displayed a turkey sandwich on brown bread, a side of bean and corn salad, and attendees’ choice of dessert from baskets of bananas, apples, pears and oranges. Instead of the usual double drink setting of water and tea, attendees had to crowd around a table at the side of the Hutton Hotel auditorium if they wanted anything other than H20.
But here’s the punch line: Not long before many of the attendees had finished gnawing through their sandwiches, the catering staff delivered to each table bowls of mayonnaise large enough to drown out any pesky healthy flavor.
No, relax: Adam “Pac-Man” Jones isn’t back in town, though his gaming namesake did make an appearance at a recent Vanderbilt football game.
In between halves of Vandy’s sacrificial showing against Georgia Tech, where the Commodores got shellacked 56-31, a bunch of students re-enacted the Pac-Man video game in a cavernous expanse of empty bleachers.
It was like a performance art display glorifying the 1980s-era video game sensation. Students dressed as Blinky, Pinky, Inky and Clyde chased around a classmate wearing full Pac-Man regalia while Coach Bobby Johnson tried to motivate his team in the locker room.
The creative reverie didn’t help send Vandy to a bowl this year, but cheer up, Bobby: You’re our favorite Vandy coach since George MacIntyre walked West End. You’re better off than the two guys who preceded you.
Woody Widenhofer has been named head coach of the United National Gridiron League’s Alabama Blackbirds, a minor league team that was scheduled to begin play this year but whose debut has been delayed until 2010.
And then there’s Gerry DiNardo, whose last gig was coaching the Birmingham Thunderbolts of Vince McMahon’s failed XFL.
Just remember: If you have to play in Alabama next year, get a return ticket.
Rex Noseworthy appears Mondays in The City Paper. He can be reached at email@example.com.