4 departures announced this week at Minneapolis Star Tribune

A day after Minneapolis Star Tribune Editor Nancy Barnes announced she’s leaving to become editor of the Houston Chronicle, three staffers also announced their departures.

Liala Helal, who works out of the paper’s Burnsville bureau, is leaving at the end of the month to become an online local news reporter for he Minnesota Public Radio.

Rose French and Brad Schrade, husband and wife, are leaving for jobs at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. Schrade — along with Jeremy Olson and Glenn Howatt — won a 2013 Pulitzer for their series of reports on the increase in infant deaths at daycare homes in Minnesota.

Managing Editor Rene Sanchez shared this memo with staffers Thursday:

I am sorry to report that after three years of strong reporting work in our newsroom, Rose French and Brad Schrade are soon bound for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.

For Brad, this is a homecoming of sorts. Atlanta is his hometown, and the AJC was where he began his rise as a reporter. He will be joining their investigative team. Meanwhile, Rose will be joining the AJC’s education team as an enterprise reporter. They start work there next month.
We owe them both thanks for the good spirit and the journalistic ambition they’ve shown in our newsroom over the past three years.

On the religion beat, Rose has found a range of illuminating stories around the metro area on that subject, one so important in the lives of many of our readers. Her reporting on the Catholic Church’s role in the state’s great debate over same-sex marriage also helped keep us ahead of the news.

Meanwhile, Brad’s relentless commitment to investigative reporting culminated this year in a Pulitzer Prize for Local Reporting along with Glenn Howatt and Jeremy Olson for their stellar series “The Day Care Threat” — powerful public-service journalism from start to finish.

Please join me in thanking them for their contributions to the cause of great journalism, and in wishing them well in the next chapter of their reporting careers in Atlanta.

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    How To Buy A Used Car
    © 2013 Alan Abel

    I am appalled by the number of people who innocently buy used cars. Some select the shiniest ones. Yet none of these buyers can tell a carburetor from a piston.

    The secret for buying a used car is to meet the previous owner. Ask to spend a night as their house guest. You’ll find out what he or she is like personally and soon know if
    you’re buying a lemon. For example, if you discover that the former owner wears
    raggedy underwear, such a person would ignore holes in the car’s radiator.

    Recently, I considered buying a 1980 Plymouth at the bargain price of $299. The dealer was willing to throw in a set of dishes and an orange juice squeezer. I insisted on meeting the former owner and he agreed.

    Mr. Fred Brower was a retired IRS agent and this is what I discovered after only twenty-four hours in his bungalow:
    1. He was thirty pounds overweight, had curvature of the spine, a pot belly and he walked bowlegged! His car was a perfect twin. The radiator bulged, wheels were out of line, and the tailpipe dragged noisily.
    2. Mr. Brower served me canned meatballs for dinner, so I knew he bought the cheapest
    gas. This explained why the motor had a knock and the universal joint screeched like a sperm whale in heat.
    3. One of his suspenders was ripped and patched with paper clips. The car’s fan belt
    was torn and held together by bobby pins. Mr. Brower had dirty fingernails. Sure enough the car’s spark plugs were caked with grime.
    4. I purposely dropped a cigar ash on my host’s living room rug. He rubbed it into the moth-eaten rug. Naturally, his car’s upholstery was covered with cigarette burns.
    5. Mr. Brower’s shoes were terribly run down. The car’s tires were worn to the tubes.
    He had glued fake rubber on them for the illusion of a recap job.
    6. When I learned he hadn’t had his eyes examined in over two years, I checked out the
    auto’s headlights. Both bulbs were too dim to see anything at night.
    7. Mr. Brower never wore socks. Nor were his brakes lined. In order to come to a dead stop, I had to use the emergency brake and shift quickly into reverse.
    8. All the clocks in his house were twenty minutes slow. After drinking cheap wine he
    admitted he had turned back the odometer 20,000 miles..
    9. His teeth hadn’t been cleaned in three years. The only time he ever washed his car
    was the day he drove to his mother’s funeral.
    When I confronted the used car dealer with all my evidence, he offered to sell me this jalopy for only $150. But without the dishes or orange juice squeezer. So the next time you see an ad that says, “Used car hardly ever driven by high fashion model,” I suggest you first spend a night with the owner. (abelalan2000@yahoo.com)