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Geoff Newton

I first met Geoff Newton back in my Whidbey News-Times days in the early ’90s.

I was a young Sports Editor with no college to my credit, making it up as I went along.

He was the larger-than-life photographer who took me under his wing, tried to teach me the ropes, and frequently shot me in the head with rubber bands when I wasn’t listening.

After we left the WNT, Geoff went full-bore into the medical field, and these days he’s a flight paramedic.

The following is his first-hand account from the frontlines of the coronavirus pandemic, which he allowed me to share with you.

 

I just finished up two weeks transporting patients in New Mexico and Arizona.

More than half of my flights were COVID patients.

We transported suspected, probable and confirmed cases.

Some of these people were critically ill and ventilator dependent, others on their way. Others just sick.

We treated everyone as if they were exposed or potential.

As I went through my hitch, it was hard not to start thinking about it.

All. The. Time.

So here are some thoughts as I try to decompress. Disclaimer: I have opinions too.

This virus doesn’t act like it’s supposed to act.

The average exposure to symptoms period is five days.

The sick patients are really sick. Wide-spread and diffuse pneumonia. They are profoundly hypoxic and refractory to high-flow oxygen.

We would make little steps upward on their saturations just to watch them slip back down.

BiPAP does not do anything except spray droplets. These patients need high PEEP and pressure support.

Their lab work is not what you would expect.

This thing is a scary beast. And the more I learn about it, the scarier it becomes.

Stop blaming the media for the frenzy.

This perspective will not be a surprise for those of you who know my background.

In one respect, the media is a reflection of the craziness of our society.

I mean, no one I am around admits to hoarding supplies, but someone is.

The big 24-hour networks wouldn’t exist if someone wasn’t watching.

But the media outlets sounded the alarm long before it reached our shores. The media, I believe, in part was responding to the slow reaction from our politicians who thought they knew better than the experts.

I know who the real heroes are (no, it’s not me).

It’s not the politicians. Or the CEO’s of big corporations.

Having worked on government contracts a time or two, I know a money grab when I see it.

The My Pillow guy is not a hero for finding a market and waving his bible.

No, it’s anyone in health care and emergency services.

I walked through an ICU last night filled to capacity with every patient on a ventilator.

IV lines running under the doors so that they didn’t have to don a hazmat suit just to adjust drip rate.

It’s a sobering sight.

Doctors, nurses, CNA’s, MA’s, RT’s, medics, EMT’s, firefighters — ouch, that hurt 🙂 — and even cops.

The front line is all around us. It’s hard to fight something you cannot see.

Every time I get a COVID transport I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Is my mask on tight enough?

Is this sweat-producing garbage bag I am wearing going to protect me?

What should I disinfect? Everything?

Every time you sneeze, cough, feel hot or cold, are not hungry when you should be, get a backache or headache you think, “Is this how it starts?”

I am allergic to sage, it turns out, so I have had a runny nose for more than a year. It is hard not to become paranoid.

And I can’t even imagine going home after my shift, wondering if I am bringing it home to those I love.

At least I have the luxury of washing EVERYTHING before I come home.

It is possible we are only seeing the beginning, or maybe not.

It is worth noting that it appears to be declining in the places hit first.

We just don’t know.

Health care is just trying to keep its collective head above water. Most hospitals look like war-time camps with little white tents, road blocks and plastic sheeting on the walls.

Some places are reacting more than others and some are slower to react.

The small hospitals are going to get, or are getting hit hard. Most are way out of their element.

And in the odd occurrence category: I had a guy in a pickup truck yell “thank you” to me as he passed by the other day.

I have no idea how he knew what I did since we look like janitors in our flight suits. But it was really nice.

So stay home if you can, have a drink and complain a bit.

But the next time you see a paramedic, EMT, cop, nurse, or ANYONE in scrubs, give them a hug … from a distance, of course.

You have no idea what is on their uniforms.

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I may use a different style than the reporters and editors at these publications, but I stand with them.

If you look at the ads here on Coupeville Sports, you may have a slight surprise.

Go take a look – on a computer they run down the right side of the page, while on a phone they’re camped out below the five stories on my main page.

The first three ads are for me personally – a PayPal donation button, a “buy my book” appeal, and a connection to my Twitter feed.

After that, starting today, are ads for the Whidbey News-Times and South Whidbey Record, which most people would tend to think of as my “rivals.”

Which, for those who have followed my sometimes-rocky relationship with the papers, the bigger of which I worked at as a freelance writer, mail room/press room roustabout, and, eventually, Sports Editor, may seem a bit odd.

Which is why I want to be very clear about a few things here.

First, they aren’t paid ads. I chose to put them up there, and, when you click on the ads, it’ll kick you to each paper’s web site.

I get nothing from this, financially or quid pro quo in terms of advertising.

I approached them, not the other way around.

Secondly, I’ve (mostly) mellowed over the years, and see little reason these days to view Whidbey’s papers as rivals.

Two of my biggest mentors, News-Times Sports Editor Jim Waller and Publisher Keven R. Graves, continue to fight the good fight, day after day, and I have nothing but respect for what they do and how they do it.

Crime reporter Jessie Stensland, who has been at the paper since almost before Deception Pass Bridge was built, is a righteous heir to Mary Kay Doody, the late bulldog reporter who carved out a legend relentlessly chasing the truth, slamming her phone against the wall which (barely) separated our desks when I was fresh out of high school.

With this blog, which is about to hit seven years in August, I sort of run parallel to the path set by the News-Times and Record.

With a lot of jerky-jerky moves along the way.

I’m more biased (call it being pro-Coupeville), I’m more prone to hyperbole (and a lot of exclamation points, at least back in the day) and my stories often are a mix of news and personal opinion.

But I don’t hide any of that from my readers, and I try and stay fairly close to the journalistic ideals I was taught by Fred Obee, Lionel Barona, Kasia Pierzga, Geoff Newton, Ellen Slater, and others.

If you come to Coupeville Sports, there is no question who is producing this, why they are producing this, and just where you can find me if you want to praise me, bribe me with cookies, or throw a royal snit fit about something I’ve written.

And the reporters, editors, and publisher of the News-Times and Record are just as open, just as transparent.

Whidbey’s newspapers are owned by Sound Publishing, which is a subsidiary of Black Press, and it takes no time at all for anyone to know that.

Yes, Canada ultimately pays the bills, but these journalists live here, in the communities where they report.

Which is a long way of getting around to why I chose to offer those ads to the News-Times and Record, and why now.

Because I want my readers to know without a doubt I stand with the journalists at those papers.

We may come at it from slightly different directions, we may have differing opinions on things such as pay walls, but I respect what they do, and I respect that they do it without hiding their identities or agenda.

Unlike, it would seem, Whidbey Buzz.

If you spend any time on Facebook, you’ve likely seen their broadcasts over the past two months.

A honey-voiced anchor, operating in front of a digital screen, wearing an assortment of well-tailored suits, offering a slightly off-key assortment of “stories” over the course of four to five minutes.

No reporters, little actual footage shot on the Island, just the soothing tones of Steve Schorr, your play-by-play man offering up what amounts to a series of re-hashed press releases.

It looks slick. It sounds slick. It feels slick.

And, even if you wonder why the southern end of our very-large Island doesn’t seem to exist in their world, why Coupeville is mentioned less often than Camano or Skagit County, and why he keeps saying “in Whidbey” instead of “on Whidbey,” it goes down fairly easy.

Mainly because 99.2% of people won’t do any follow-up after watching the broadcasts.

Which Whidbey Buzz may appreciate, because, if you pull up the curtain even an inch, you start to have serious questions.

There’s a web site which has no info, and has covered up even who owns the domain.

Other than links to their broadcasts, there’s a small paragraph at the bottom of the site which says “learn how you can become a community sponsor and support the Whidbey Buzz.”CONTACT US TODAY!

However, they have yet to respond to my email about just how I can join the favored few. And I had $5 burning a hole in the pocket of my shorts.

Check out the Whidbey Buzz Facebook page or Facebook group and you find little beyond links to the broadcasts.

There’s an out-of-state phone number (which goes to Vegas), and a “team member” listed — Rick Manning, who owns Rigel Studios, a TV production company in Vegas.

After a little light needling, that company’s Facebook account responded to me, then declined to speak about Whidbey Buzz, citing an NDA.

I got a little more from the Buzz Facebook page, with an emphasis on little.

The unseen page admin was loathe to answer questions, though they did offer to send me a “VIP invite” to a meet-and-greet with Schorr they publicized, while nimbly sidestepping where, when, and if, said meeting would actually go down.

Leaving the spelling mistakes as they were posted by the admin, I was informed “most of the crew are long time residences of the island,” (they’re houses? – I kid, I kid…) but that they were “gathering bios will be on the web site.”

Cause that’s how news operations work, posting bios months after the web site goes live, said no news director ever.

And what crew, asks the man watching a man sitting in front of a digital projection, offering virtually nothing which proves anyone involved has come within two states of Whidbey Island.

To give them some small credit, there is this on the Facebook page, which comes complete with odd uses of capitol letters and the distinct feeling of listening to someone talk without ever really saying anything.

We Know here at The Whidbey Buzz, that many people are asking questions about who were are. As a non-profit News Operation we Pride ourselves in providing reliable, nonpartisan , deeply rooted thoughtful journalism. At our core is the truth and facts of stories. We look only to support the community, and as a non-profit newsroom we rely on donations and sponsorships to support our work. We don’t sell advertising but rather hope the community seeks to support what we are doing. We just thought you would like to know.

As a writer who survives in just that way – community support – my first, last and only follow-up question is, so how do you not have a donate button on Facebook, or your web site, or any place?

Oh, and there’s a Whidbey Buzz Instagram account, which only follows celebrities. As you do.

Now, I’m a sportswriter, not an investigative journalist, but a few more minutes on the internet reveals Schorr is deeply involved in his community … in Vegas.

He worked for Cox Communications there for many years, has an elementary school named in his honor, and is involved in about 2,000 active businesses.

LinkedIn lists Schorr as the President/CEO of Vegas Life TV, Chief Strategy Officer of LV.net, and Founder/President of Consulting Nevada, and that’s just the start for what seems like a very hard-working man.

Oh, and he also hosts Under the Vegas Sun.

There have been hundreds of episodes of that show, in which Schorr gets out and about, conducting interviews with movers and shakers and Vegas strip entertainers in one-on-one chats held at the house Liberace once owned.

I watched a couple of episodes on YouTube and it’s clear Schorr has a deep personal connection to what he’s doing … on that show.

On Whidbey Buzz, I’m not sure I feel the same love coming through.

Professional, slick copy-reading, yes.

But how many times can he refer to it as “in Whidbey, in Oak Harbor, and surrounding communities,” and wonder if he’s forgotten Whidbey is an Island, which means you’d be ON it, not IN it.

The show uses virtually the exact same opening graphics, intro, and style as another show Schorr helped anchor, Newsline America, produced by Rigel Studios.

There’s also The Now Report and the debris of several other shows still lingering out there in the corners of the internet, a veritable web of Vegas-produced shows which seemingly came and went.

Except for Under the Vegas Sun, which again, tip of the hat. That’s the one place I feel a genuine love for what’s being crafted.

But how does a bonafide Vegas dude end up anchoring a slick, yet sort of empty, broadcast focused on a mostly-obscure Island 1,150 miles away in Washington state?

Mr. Schorr, when I spoke to him (or his Facebook admin, cause who really knows for sure on Messenger) said, “I have friends and family that live there.

“Over years I have been there many times just wanted to be able to provide an independent voice for the community. It’s as simple as that. I have great contacts there have had for some time and feel I can provide important information to residents and it doesn’t matter where I hang my hat.”

When I asked him if maybe including that on his web site would be helpful, his response was “I will talk about that when I get up there within the next two weeks. Promise.”

Though he also studiously avoided my question about the when and where of such an in-person meet-up.

But, you know, I want to believe him.

I watch Under the Vegas Sun and I see a man with talent, a man good at his job, a man who could sell you just about anything.

So, maybe this doesn’t play out the way some have suggested.

Maybe the first, and only, sponsor Whidbey Buzz gets isn’t the backers of a proposed housing development here on Whidbey which has been denied numerous times and is in need of positive publicity.

Maybe, as the show shifts to include “rants,” as Mr. Schorr promised it would to a Whidbey Facebook community group which lives and dies for such activity, those rants won’t beat the drum for that development while bad-mouthing a different one on the other side of town.

You know, small-town people with their conspiracy theories…

But maybe I need to be more open and trusting, and buy into the dream that a bunch of shy Vegas residents just want to come promote our Island in their own way.

Like I said earlier, I stand with journalists who operate in the sunshine, who put their names and faces to their work, who offer their readers (or viewers) a chance to interact with them in a legitimate manner.

Maybe Whidbey Buzz will do that. You never know.

I’ll even give the Vegas brigade some incentive.

Embrace transparency, let us into your world, pull back the curtain and let the sun shine in, give us a reason to believe.

Do that, and I’ll give you a free ad the same as I did our local newspapers.

I have a larger readership than you may think, and just imagine all the positive … buzz.

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   Journalism, like this backboard and net, may be a bit worn, but it’s still hanging in there. (Amy King photo)

I write.

Of course, over the years, I’ve had a lot of jobs.

Fast food flunkie to dish washer, lawn care “specialist” to liquor slinger, carpet shampooer to the day care guy who got kids so wound up they didn’t take a nap for a week, my working days have been varied.

I’m still haunted by my stint harvesting mussels for a low-rent operation (so, NOT the guys currently working Penn Cove’s waters…), while my 13 years at Videoville was a true rarity — being paid to do something I would have done for free.

But, through it all, I have written.

Since moving to Whidbey midway through my senior year of high school, I have written thousands of stories in local newspapers.

Sports, a movie column which ran without missing an issue for 15 years, epic house fires which made page one, school board meetings which definitely did not, dead starfish stinkin’ up the beach.

A little bit of everything and a lot of it.

The past five years my words have lived here on the internet instead of in the pages of a newspaper.

It was, for me, the best decision I ever made with my writing.

I’m not here to trash newspapers.

They are where I started, and I still remember what it was like to see that first byline in the News-Times when I was 18, refusing to go to college and working in the press room at night and badgering Fred Obee for freelance assignments during the day.

The current group at the News-Times is a stellar collection of journalists, made up of good people who are in the job for the right reason.

The Sports Editor, Jim Waller, and the Publisher, Keven R. Graves, are two of the biggest reasons I got into journalism and have somehow managed to bounce around on the fringes of that world for almost three decades.

They, and their co-workers, are fighting the good fight, at a time when the very nature of newspapers seems to change on a daily basis.

I respect what they do, and why they do it.

Of late, I’m trying to be a little more open about my support, and a little less of a sarcastic pain in the keister.

But, I also realize, life inside a newspaper doesn’t work for me anymore, and hasn’t for a while.

When I started Coupeville Sports Aug. 12, 2012, I’m sure there were some who thought it would be a short-term affair. That I would eventually fall away like the loonies at Island Politics and similar short-term blogs.

Instead, here I am, publishing my 5,399th article, less than a month away from my five-year anniversary.

I still tick people off from time to time (simmer down, Klahowya…) but I’m less prone to poking for the sake of poking. Most days.

Coupeville Sports isn’t perfect, but it is perfect for me.

It means I can post at 2:30 AM, I can write 700 words about a JV game, I can have final say on anything and everything I write (with my readers as the final word on whether I made the right choice or not).

Do I abide by the Associated Press style book at all times? No. They’re not big fans of exclamation points, for one thing.

But while I have freedom in how I write, when I write and why I write, I still view myself as a brother in arms with my newspaper brethren.

I don’t publish smear pieces. I don’t make up stories. I fact check and use sources, and have from day one.

I may publish quicker and more prolifically than most newspapers, but I don’t shortcut to get there.

If you choose to lump me in with the patently fake “news stories” which mushroom all over social media, you do me a disservice.

While I use Facebook and Twitter to promote links to my work, the same as newspaper do, those links exist to send readers to where I actually publish — on my blog.

Journalism has had to adapt in an ever-changing world.

In 1989, there was one way to be a journalist. In 2017, there are many.

Some writers choose to stay within the framework of a conventional newspaper. Some don’t.

We are not enemies. We are on the same journey, just taking different routes.

I respect those still in the trenches at newspapers. Their commitment to the cause is worthy of praise.

I hope the feeling is mutual.

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(Photo courtesy Jeff Stone)

   CHS hoops players are lifted up by the crowd after the 1969-1970 Wolves clinched a trip to state, the first in school history. (Photo courtesy Jeff Stone)

Our greatest generation of athletes are being shafted.

The further I dig into the history of Coupeville High School sports, it becomes increasingly obvious the 1970s were a golden age in Cow Town.

From Jeff Stone to Corey Cross to Bill Jarrell to Ray Cook and many, many more, the athletes of that decade carried teams to state, set records and won league titles.

But when you walk into the CHS gym, you would have no clue, because, when you look above the entrance way at the two rows of banners celebrating league titles and teams which placed at state, the first banner is from … 1990.

That’s right.

It’s as if no Wolf team in school history ever won anything until Ron Bagby’s football squad went undefeated in the fall of ’90.

That’s a lie, and a shameful one.

Why is it that way? There may be a thousand reasons, but we don’t have the time to debate who failed, or when they failed. Doesn’t matter.

Because, now, in 2016, we should be focused on something more positive.

We, the people, can fix this error. We can restore our forgotten legacy of sports excellence in the most public way possible.

It’s been 40+ years for those athletes of the ’70s, so they are now in their fifties or sixties.

The coaches of teams which won league titles in that decade, some of whom are still with us, are even older.

This is a situation which needs to be corrected NOW.

And it can be, if we work together.

Here is what I propose:

I ask the Whidbey News-Times to bend their rules slightly and allow me one day of access to their archives, which would offer the quickest and most concise way to determine what league titles Coupeville won in the ’70s.

This information is not on the internet, and pulling it together, piece by piece, as people unearth scrapbooks and moth-eaten score-books, will take forever.

I understand the refusal to let the general public go through the archives anymore, as the papers are old and, as they say, “they are our history.”

Emphasis on OUR history. Theirs, mine, yours. Ours, as a community.

I will wear the white gloves, if necessary. I will not bring food or drink in the room.

I wrote a whole bunch of articles which are in those archives. I understand the historical value (well, maybe not of my stories…) and will not act like an idiot.

If the News-Times overlooks my past poking of them and joins me in this COMMUNITY effort, once I know how many banners we would be talking about, I will sit down with school administrators and find out what the cost would be to have them made and hung.

At that point, I would propose that we, the people, come together and chip in whatever money is needed to do so.

Once we have a dollar amount, it would be as simple as setting up a GoFundMe page, and I feel secure that the members of Wolf Nation, near and far, would make it a done deal.

Later this year, probably right before graduation, CHS will be raising new title banners — boys’ tennis and girls’ basketball have won league championships in 2015-2016, and the school year is far from done.

When they do so, I would like to see them pay tribute to the past, as well, and raise banners to the teams of the past.

If we, as a community, work together, we can make it possible and make it so the school has little to do but say yes.

When next year’s freshmen walk into the gym for the first time and look up, they should see a long and lasting legacy of excellence reflected on those walls.

And when their grandfathers walk into that gym and look up, they should know their teenage glory days are not forgotten.

As Wolf fans, we owe them that much.

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.000000007% of the photos to run on Cpupeville Sports in the last three years.

.000000007% of the photos run on Coupeville Sports in the last three years.

This ref, however, is not.

“You’re a slacker, son, a slacker.”  (John Fisken photo)

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“Can’t hear you … too busy counting page views.” (Sarah Kirkconnell photo)

So, this is where I’m probably suppose to say something profound.

Today, Aug. 16, 2015, marks three years since Coupeville Sports hit the internet.

Over that time, I have produced 3,373 articles (slightly more than three a day) and at least four (or five) of them were truly worth reading.

Maybe slightly more. Maybe…

The internal clicker on Word Press shows I have accumulated 592,571 page views, which averages out to around 541 a day.

Some days a lot more, some days less.

Not as many as the big boys, but a lot more than I might have expected when my coverage area — small town sports — is pretty much the definition of a niche, and a very narrow one at that.

What have I learned in the last three years?

Run photos. A lot of them.

Like thousands of them.

Hey, if it’s worked so far, why change now?

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