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– The Kodak news continued to roll:

Kodak may emerge from bankruptcy with no ties to photography, speculate some analysts in MarketWatch:

If that happens, and Kodak emerges, consumers can kiss the remaining remnants of the company’s photographic business good bye.

“Forget about it. It’s not making money now,” said Mark Kaufman, analyst for Rafferty Capital Markets.


“It’s not a consumer business, its business-to-business,” Kaufman said. “That’s what you’re going to have.”

The Atlantic asks “What Killed Kodak?” The author describes a headquarters “cloistered in sleepy Rochester.”

The Wall Street Journal profiled several ex-Kodak workers to see how their lives are faring.

Kodak spokesman Gerard Meuchner resigned.

Moody’s has again downgraded Kodak.

The Washington Post talked to photographers mourning the great company.

– Rochester will host the Republican State Convention this year. I wonder what Main Street will look like? Maybe they can plant some grass at Midtown by then.

– I revisited my old stomping grounds, Richmond’s. It has reopened and undergone a beautiful remodeling. Former regulars will laugh at hearing there’s now a chef who sautees things on the grill. Don’t worry, you can still order the famous wings. I wish the new owners the best of luck.

– I was saddened to learn the city’s first homicide victim of the year was in my graduating class at John Marshall High School. I have not seen James McNair in many years, but was heartbroken to read he was a well-respected youth mentor and innocent victim. Rest in peace, James.

3 Responses to “Sleepy Rochester”

  1. I worked at Richmond’s 20 years ago and am definitely laughing at the idea of a chef in there. They really must have fixed it up. I guess I will have to pay a visit!

  2. Denial is a large part of the Rochester experience.

    I’m from the 10th Ward. You know, the Maplewood neighborhood after they tried to yuppieize it. Our family was surrounded by Kodakers. Some walked down Dewey and Lake with black lunch pail in hand and the D&C rolled under their arms to Kodak Park every morning. Others bussed down to HQ’s on Lake Ave. using the Dewey and Lake lines.

    The 10th was a Kodak bedroom community with a combination of reasonable 40′ lot homesteads and upscale revival colonials, victorians and stucco tudors like those found on Seneca and Maplewood Parkways.

    The 10th was saturated with Charlotte appliance trucks during Kodak bonus season in late winter. Piehler’s made out like a bandit at the corner of Lake and the Ridge.

    Life was good, if you worked for Kodak.

    Those who didn’t couldn’t help noticing their neighbors who did never seemed to be tired, never seemed to have broken a sweat while away at work. Truely, the term “grey collar” seemed to be coined at The Big Yellow.

    Kodakers also always seemed to have a lot of spare time, even on workdays. There was an aire of entitlement about their references to the employees rec/theater center next to the big red brick wall on The Ridge.

    It was that Kodak attitude that did just as much to do the company in as the changing market conditions for film. Those who had flipped into the electronics industry -wireless, digital imaging, PC’s, software were learning that it was an exhausting 24/7 job where you were relentlessly on call with your cell phone or pager.

    Rochestarians at the Big 3 were notorious for having difficulty adjusting to this outside world at any level of participation, especially outside of the Rochester job market.

    In the telephony industry, especially the wireless game, there were a class of oldies called Bell Heads ailing from the old AT&T and Baby Bells. They had the same problem when copper networks morhped to fiber and radio waves and switches into computers.

    NB: The Atlantic Monthly article states K called its first digital camera the “filmless photography.” Couldn’t see it any other way.

    And, Rowe buys Scott’s. Home theater, anyone?

  3. Last time I was at Richmonds, there were other Buffalo people there. Of all the Rochester bars, it was the one that seemed most like some of the bars here in Buffalo (NOT THAT I ACTUALLY “GO TO” BARS HERE IN BUFFALO, MOM, IN CASE YOU’RE READING).

    Speaking of mom, I’m suffering from Kodak nostalgia in the second degree. My mom worked there after she and pa moved to Ra Cha Cha, and once when I was a kid my dear sainted grandma hauled out an old Brownie to photograph a family reunion.

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