Thursday, August 29, 1991

Trademarks-As-Jargon Not Proper English Use

Words.

"I'm sending you an Xerox copy of that story you wanted to see," Chuck said to me.

"Whoa," I responded. "You can't send me a Xerox copy!"

"Why not?"

"Well," I explained, "Xerox is a brand name. It's not the correct phrase. If you had that in print, Xerox might sue you for using its name without permission. What you really want to do is send me a photographic reproduction of the story, perhaps using a Xerox machine."

We both laughed over that little exchange, which took place a few weeks ago. Chuck thought I was being a little technical. "It's the same thing," he said.

I disagree, and I told him as much. Maybe it was technical. Maybe it comes down to context. But making a photostatic copy and making a Xerox copy are not the same thing. You can't use the trademark in this way.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that making Xerox copies might not even be the most misused trademark or brand name.

Nor is Kleenex.

Or Q-Tip.

No, as far as this writer is concerned, that honor goes to the trademark name Styrofoam, which is a brand of plastic foam. Rarely do you hear someone at the supermarket ask, "Where are the plastic foam cups?"

But that's OK. The market stockers are far too busy stocking the aisles with Jell-O, Kool-Aid, Band-Aids, Vaseline, Magic Markers and Coke (which can be drunk from those plastic foam cups).

Words.

The use and misuse of trade and brand names goes deep. Suppose you need a new window for your house, but don't want to put in glass. If you decide to replace the pane with plexiglass, you're doing fine. But if you choose Plexiglas, you're messing with a trademark.

And that new movie you wanted to see? You know, Teenage Ninja Rambos Have a Total Recall and Die Harder With a Lethal Weapon XVI? I understand it was filmed in Technicolor, which is also a trademark.

When the media referred to President Ronald Reagan's inability to grasp reality, they termed him the Teflon Man. Whoops, there's another trademark. Better, he should broadcast an All-Star Game played on AstroTurf (yep, there's another one).

All of these names come to mind because of a political rip session being waged on the television airwaves recently.

The hate campaign which brought the use of language to mind is being waged in Illinois. The issue, of course, is taxes. And one word, in one ad, could cause an uproar.

I noticed on WGN-TV last week that a political advertisement from the campaign of Jim Edgar, a Republican candidate for governor of Illinois, lashes back at his Democratic mud-slinging mate, Neil Hartigan, on the tax issue.

In an ad several weeks ago, Hartigan ripped Edgar for supporting higher taxes. In Edgar's reply, he points out that Hartigan and his "cronies" in the Illinois legislature supported th ehighest tax increase in state history.

My eyebrows raised at the word "cronies," which - to me - has that subtle implication of seediness, rather than friendship. In fact, in college I learned that "cronyism" was one of those so-called "red-flag" words which could lead to, among other things, a slander or libel suit.

Of course, how one perceives the word will decide whether "cronyism" is an attack on character or just making light of connections. As a reporter from The Chicago Tribune told me, the word crony "is a common term in Illinois politics."

Is Hartigan surrounded by corruptness, or just by a bunch of good ol' boys who back him up time and time again in the Illinois legislature?

Words.

If there were a slander suit, it would not involve WGN, or any other television or radio station. Broadcast outfits are covered by Section 315 of the Communications Act of 1934, which says stations may not alter the script in political advertisements. This was for two reasons: (a) to prevent station owners and executives from changing the words of candidates they might not find attractive, and (b) to prevent the stations from being sued if the possibility of slander existed.

Words. At least Edgar didn't try to Xerox anything.

This article originally appeared in the Ogemaw County Herald.

Thursday, August 1, 1991

Serious Changes Needed In Downtown, Hill Area

The voice came from the heavens, sounding like a divine mixture of Jack Nicholson and Darth Vader. Scratchy, yet powerful.

"If you write it, they will understand."

I looked up, trying to comprehend the words. And a vision appeared before my eyes. Well, not really a vision. An angel.

"Hi there," the hovering angel said. "I'm Bruce. Bruce the Angel."

I stared at this image, this mirage dressed in pseudo-Victorian clothes. Then I rubbed my eyes. Man, this is one bad dream. Maybe it's Heritage Days II. Maybe I was being zoned into by Sam as part of a Quantum Leap episode.

No such luck.

What do you want? Is my time up? Am I going ... well, wherever I'm supposed to go in the afterworld?

"No, no." Bruce smiled. "Nothing like that. I'm not that kind of angel."

Something about his smile made me trust him.

So tell me, Bruce. What's up?

"I'm here to advise you. To give you a message for West Branch merchants."

Come on, Bruce. I don't own a store. What makes you think business owners in West Branch will listen to me?

"I'm willing to give it a shot. Do you think they'll listen to me? Get real."

Great. A psycho angel.

"I'm not psycho ... can I have a seat? My wings are getting pretty tired up here."

Sure.

"How about a smoke?"

I stared at him. Sorry, no smoking allowed. Now tell me. What are you talking about?

"It's the strip, Paul. Businesses. Downtown. Victorian theme. The works. And the traffic problem, too. West Branch is at a turning point, and it's up to you to help them out."

Right. What do I look like, the messiah?

"I'm serious, you geek. Hear me out. You've go this new mall, the Tanger Center. Right? And now this amphitheater, this Palace of Auburn Hills ..."

Garden of Ogemaw Hills.

"Whatever. This summer concert thing, it's a go. The city is growing. The area is expanding. And now, West Branch is stuck in the middle. Caught in a vortex of changes and transformation."

Will you stop babbling! What do you mean? And can you take your feet off the coffee table?

"Oh. Sorry. What do I mean? West Branch wants to keep this small-town, Victorian-era theme. But it also wants to be one of the 'big boys.' Well, it can't work both ways. Not without some changes."

He leaned back. "First thing businesses here gotta learn is, get some reasonable hours."

I know what you mean, Bruce. I'm working when all the downtown stores are open. By the time I get off work, they're closed. And I can't go shopping.

"And you're not alone, Paul. If stores were open till, say, 9 p.m., you'd have the chance to do some shopping. If the stores would stay open later, they'd make a killing!"

OK. What else?

"Well, they're putting in a turn lane by the Tanger Center, but I doubt it will be enough. Even if they put in one traffic light, it wouldn't really help out the stores up there. Or the traffic problems. The only thing it would do is keep most cars from darting onto the business loop.

"But cars, trucks and the like will be backed up beyond I-75, maybe even worse than right now, because Cook Road traffic will have to stop for a while."

So, what's the answer?

"I think a service drive would solve all the problems. Set up two traffic lights - in front of Tanger's and out by Arby's - and have that one drive go behind all the businesses on the north side. Connect all the parking lots to that loop, and close the current drives onto the business loop. Voila! You've got less congestion and a safer situation."

I still can't believe no one saw all this coming down when Tanger was proposed in the first place, Bruce. It would have made life on the Hill a lot easier for everyone. There must have been someone at Tanger who knew there would be this huge traffic influx. After all, West Branch isn't the first complex they've built.

"True."

You'd think someone in charge - whether in the county's zoning department, or the Tanger architects, or MDOT or whomever - would have said, when this project was first conceived, "Hey - why don't we make a service drive part of the deal?"

"You'd think so."

Why don't you send a zoning angel down to talk to the county boys about planning? Maybe when Tanger expands, the officials will require them to handle the traffic problems before issuing a building permit.

"Sorry, Paul, the zoning angels are all busy with that Tiger Stadium project in Detroit."

So what you're saying is we're stuck with this traffic problem which is causing thousands of drivers havoc on the road.

"Now you're getting it ... it is your job to show business owners the light. Let them know how important it is to have a service drive down there."

We've been through this already, Bruce ... these business people ain't gonna listen to me - not when it means spending money.

"If you write it, they will understand. They are not going to let the bottom line be that they're willing to live with dangerous situations along Hamburger Hill."

You know, Bruce, you could be right. I'll write it ... they will understand. Thanks.

"Hey, no problem." He glanced at his watch. "I'm running late. Sorry, Paul. That's all I got time for now. Good luck with it."

Thanks, Bruce. Fly safely out there.

"No problem."

And he left, ascending into the heavens, that stupid smile still on his face.

I wonder if anyone will take his words seriously.

This article originally appeared in the Ogemaw County Herald.