Friday, August 31, 2018

Guppy Swallows Whale Awash With TRICARE Bucks

...and it is one hell of a big whale Vern at almost $60 billion annually. Yes, the guppy was busy. Here's how it went down:

In the late 70's, concerns about the rising cost of health care cause the nations doc's to offer "Voluntary Cost Containment" out of fear Congress will come up with something worse. It doesn't work. Public and congressional attention is then drawn toward prepaid health plans AKA managed care organizations such as Kaiser Permanente. Managed care is based on the old adage that there is strength in numbers; that bargaining power to control costs becomes stronger when large numbers of consumers, the "population at risk," represent the chips in play. 
  1. One of nation's first Health Maintenance Organizations is formed shortly after the HMO Act of 1973 is passed. Dr. Jim Schubert, Sacramento Orthopedist, controversial in championing HMO's, is a founder of the Sacramento Medical Care Foundation, later forming the health plan; "Foundation Health lan." Foundation will be the first licensed health plan in California.
  2. 1984 - Foundation is so successful it goes public on as "Americare Health Care Corporation."
  3. 1986 - Merrill Lynch leads a leveraged buy out "Foundation Health Plan" reemerges.
  4. Early to mid 80's - Foundation, attempting to replicate Sacramento area formula for success, acquires struggling local health plans in Seattle and Portland.
  5. Mid 80's - Captain Bob Bunker, USAF, MSC, is helping launch the Air Force Medical Service' first Office of Innovation.  He decides to approach (via cold calls) managed care organizations to gauge interest in a form of managed care to supplement direct military health care. He catches the attention of Foundation executives who he and others later brief on an upcoming Department of Defense Office of Health Affairs initiative called the CHAMPUS Reform Initiative. "CRI" when launched is to be a demonstration project that, if successful will be adopted nationally and overseas. The Title would later be changed to Tricare. 
  6. Mid-80's - CRI pre-contract process begins.  Interest of nation's HMO's declines rapidly as significant financial risk becomes apparent.
  7. Foundation and DOD staff begin considering "risk-sharing corridor" where both share in potential profit and losses from contract operations.
  8. 1987 - Foundation begins experiencing financial difficulties as their ability to manage health plans in Washington, Oregon and New Jersey fails. To raise needed cash, Foundation considers selling their large health care claims building (a former Safeway) for approximately $1 million. However doing so will drop their Tangible Net Equity below the $5 million the State requires to maintain health plan licensure.
  9. Late 1988: Foundation, the sole bidder, is awarded the nation's first CRI contract and begins implementation activities. At that time, it is the largest health plan ever awarded.(No other health plans would bid because of ambiguities in the associated financial risk.) 
    • Schubert is the champion of the initiative and is continued as Chairman and Chief Medical Officer of the company.  
    • Commemorative copy -
      original contract award
      Subsequent Foundation hiring includes MSCs and officers from several service branches; first is recently retired AF Major Tom Campbell, an MSC who had been hired by Foundation earlier at the recommendation of Captain Bunker.  
    • Campbell assumes role as COO for Northern California operations serving nearly 400,000 beneficiaries. Campbell then recruits Paul Murrell, MSC Lt. Colonel and Chuck Upton, MSC Colonel who would assume Foundation corporate roles. For Northern California operations, Campbell also hires recent MSC retirees including Navy Commander Bob Legg, Army Lt. Colonel Mike Sexton, Army Colonel Jim Schlaak and Army Colonel Ed Bland as directors. Air Force Colonel and former pilot Ernie Givani also signs on as a director.    
    • The health plan also begins exploring the sale of their two out-of-state HMO's.
  1. 1988-'89: 
    • CRI begins. All operations are largely successful with the exception of claims processing. Foundation had contracted with an external party for a claims system known as "Eagle."  It didn't work. Schubert, in attempting to defend the system causes significant government concerns and is asked to resign.  
    • Foundation's CRI contract operations are favorably reviewed by external contractor, the Rand Corporation.
    • The continuing influx of government contract cash saves Foundation.
  2. 1989:  Foundation, unwilling or unable to manage its remote plans, sells Oregon and Washington HMOs to Dr. Malik Hassan, founder of a small successful Pueblo Colorado HMO; Qual-Med.
    CRI /TRICARE enrollee #2
    (Dr. Schubert was #1)
    Yes, they were still figuring out
    how to properly laminate things.
  3. 1989-1990 - RAND Corporation evaluates CRI - operations receive excellent ratings overall with exception of struggling claims system.
  4. 1993: Qual-Med merges with Health Net to form Health Systems International.
  5. 1997: Health Systems International merges with Foundation Health to form Health Net. The 'Guppy' that Foundation sold its struggling HMOs to a few years earlier swallows the 'Whale.'  Health Net CEO is Dr. Malik Hassan who originally formed the 7,000 member 'Guppy' HMO in Pueblo.
  6. 2016: Centene merges with Health Net.
  7. 2017: Centene signals intent to establish regional Headquarters in Sacramento...in full circle to where this story began. 
So there you have it.  At least you have my version of it. The old "Foundation Health" morphs to "Centene", largely on the backbone of TRICARE.

(All during this period, from the early 70's, there is background noise about a single-payer system. Although based on general population health and economic logic, each time it rises it is defeated by insurers...and money. In the past few years though, the idea, primarily tagged as "Medicare for all" has continued to gain ground among a few politicians and the general population. More on this HERE)

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Sedentarianism - The Fine Art of Poker

I have spent the better part of the past three weeks practicing the art of sedentarianism.  When the word first struck my feeble mind, the word "sedentarianism" that is, I thought I had made up a new one.  But then, I Googled it.  Damn.
Phil Ivey - Unblinking, unmoving
By God, I think I've got it!

Practicing the art is part of my master plan to excel at Texas Hold'em tournament poker by effectively demonstrating the astonishing capacity to sit for hours at a time while remaining expressionless and unmoving.  It is a fine art to be sure but someone must do it.

I will write no more on the subject.  I must return to...nothing.

Monday, August 27, 2018

The Good, The Bad, and The Beautiful

View from our room.
Hampton Inn, Green River, WY
Yeah, it mighta' been the last long road trip ever for Julieann and I...eleven days in all.  6+ days of driving. It was around 3,000 miles total, Sac-town to the Black Hills and back. Pretty fine adventure with tours through Yellowstone and the Tetons on the way and fastest return possible on the flip-flop.

We recently picked up a newer mid-size SUV that fits our current lifestyle pretty damn good and we (read "I") was anxious to test it's legs.  So we headed out with rear seats folded forward, bags and gear aplenty packed in back, small cooler for snacks and such, navigation instruments set and reservations made.

We would spent nights in some purely Western towns such as Jackpot, Jackson Hole and Cody. The route was familiar as I had made it a couple times before, accidentally on purpose collecting material for my book "Badass - The Harley Davidson Experience" and heading for the Mother of all Motorcycle Rallies - Sturgis.

So here's the rundown; the Good, the Bad and the Beautiful of our run:

The Good:
Another good: Breakfast
with the Presidents
at Rushmore
(It's not about the food.) 
  • Traveling with wife and pal of 50+ years was fun! We hollered at dumb drivers (including ourselves once each) and shared a few laughs every day.
  • Julieann's family - good folks from Rapid City I am proud to know. A never-ending curiosity to me why we are so far apart politically from most of them, why common ground seems so elusive.
  • The Black Hills - a Spring of steady rain has filled the creeks and lakes.  It is greener than we recall seeing it...ever.
  • Sturgis/Deadwood - Looking and feeling good there, always. (Especially during the Motorcycle rally.)
  • The hotels - Yes there are good ones out there folks and we found a few. A lot of people in this service industry trying to give folks a decent night's rest and are doing a good job of it.  Recommended: Hampton Inn in Green River, Wyoming and Gold Country Best Western in Winnemucca, Nevada.
  • The hay. Yes that's right; the hay.  Impressive seeing the crops of large round bales and rectangular big and small bales in the fields. Amber shapes lying in green fields. I wondered about the price in today's market and looked it up as some sort of economy barometer? Currently, the price of a bale of hay depends on grass or alfalfa - generally a large round bale of Alfalfa (weighs around a ton) a little over $161.  (Yeah, yeah I know...I have too much time on my hands.)
  • The Hippies - Yes folks they are still out there, roaming the country looking for Nirvana. The long hair, floor length skirts, sandals...the whole nine yards.  Except now the hair is gray, the bellies potted and the "look" seems pretty weird. (Funny, at times in the 70's I thought I wanted to be one, but these modern-day old folks have removed that desire. I do share that pot belly look though.)  
The Bad:
  • Between here and there you can't find decent food.  We looked.  We tried.  We failed. Road food is the pits folks. (Yes, we're spoiled.)
  • California forest fires. They blocked the sky and fouled the air all the way from Sacramento to the Tetons. (The year was 2018.)
  • Thoughtless drivers. Sitting in the hammer lane without passing, abrupt lane changes, following too close. (Where TF do these people come from?!)
  • Highway construction.  Sure we need it but that doesn't mean we like it.
  • The hours of driving.  Even when you have a ton of time it still seems to take too much.  Reckon they drag on more when you are older. (But they were very cool through the Tetons and Yellowstone.)
The Beautiful:
  • The Black Hills - so green and gorgeous with full lakes and streams. Like we have never seen them in 50 years of travel back and forth. (Okay, okay I kind of said this already but hey, some things bear repeating!)
  • The West - C'mon folks, America the Beautiful is alive and doing okay right?! (In spite of the fires, our new EPA and Department of Interior's efforts to F___ it all up.) 
  • My Wife and travel partner - she is always a step ahead of me in thoughtful actions and words. I see that capacity in my son and daughter too. (One of the most admirable traits a human can have eh?!)
  • Scott Jacobs art Gallery in Deadwood, South Dakota. (I have already paid homage to that master of photo realism here: http://tclifecycles.blogspot.com/2018/08/deadwood-sd-and-man-scott-jacobs.html)
Now many of you have asked (none actually) why that might be our last long road trip. Well, when you reach a certain age you seem to run out of gas a little quicker than the vehicle you are driving knowwhatimeanVern?

P.S.  For you Clint fans, I added "Beautiful" because there is no "Ugly" to this story.  (Wait.  There WAS that dinner at the Winnemucca Inn and Casino...)

Monday, August 20, 2018

Deadwood, SD and The Man, Scott Jacobs

It was the Black Hills famous 2018 Sturgis Rally,
Julieann and I had headed there to visit family
And tour some old familiar places

As part, I got to wander the main drag of Deadwood

Famous mining town
And site of the
Assassination of Wild Bill Hickok
By the villain "Crooked Nose" Jack McCall

There were a bunch of Harleys
Lining and cruising the drag
And all the shops were geared for
Serious tourist time
The best though
And one I had not seen before
Scott Jacobs and a fan.
Was the Scott Jacobs Art Gallery


I have been a fan of Scott's Harley
And related art for a long time
Scott is a great photo-realism artist
He has been the first official artist
For the Harley Davidson Motor Company
For many years

So I was happy to see his large establishment
Right there on Main Street
I got pretty busy
Admiring the works of Scott
And other artists he features
Including members of his family.

While there I thought I recognized him
I introduced myself
And thanked him for his work
He had a natural, friendly nature
And readily agreed to autograph
A book of his works on sale there
Thanks for the inscription!
He even asked if there were "others
I would like" to include
So I named off our gang
And he happily obliged


One of Scott's New Works



Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Testimony to Air Force Medic Leadership - Circa 1987

On the occasion of retirement from the Air Force Medical Service Corps (MSC)...

"Once an MSC, always
an MSC" - Charles W. Brown III,
Colonel, USAF, MSC, Retired
"Twenty years ago this Fall, Ben Buecker and I met while attending Air Force technical schools at Lowry Air Force Base. He was in Precision Maintenance Equipment Laboratory school and I was in Intelligence ("Air" or "Combat" plus Photogrammetry). We were both broke then, and searching for a future.

After Colorado, Ben had a tour in Africa then left the Air Force to attend Southwest Texas State University in San Marcos. He graduated Phi Beta Kappa with a degree in German.  From there, he studied law at UT Austin and then passed bar exams in Colorado and Texas. He was awarded a Fulbright Fellowship to study German/American comparative law for two years in Germany and has since been practicing law in San Antonio.

The Air Force has given me Ben and Cindy Buecker as friends and I am grateful they are here to join us tonight some 20 years later. I am proud of their friendship and very proud of my association with all of you here. I am still learning from you and I will miss that the most.

My time here, and Air Force career are complete and I want to pay tribute to some of those who have taught me so much through the years. As a way of doing this, I will say a little about what I have learned.

I remember a retirement parade in 1965, on the hot, hot ground at Cannon Air Force Base, New Mexico. My first boss, Technical Sergeant J.A. Clark was retiring. From one of the parade flights, and a position of attention, I glanced at him. There were tears in his eyes. For me, he epitomized NCO's who care about our country and it's people.

It's Lieutenant Colonel John P. Lench, USAF, MSC, Retired. "JP-4" he was called. For those of you who don't know, JP-4 is jet aircraft fuel and it described his fiery temperament to be sure. He was a Tactical Air Command hospital administrator.  I was a brand new MSC. He found fundamental disagreement with the TAC Surgeon General's office.  He wrote a flaming, JP-4-type letter to that effect and was cashiered for it. He taught me about strength of conviction.

It's Colonel Charles W. Brown III., USAF, MSC. Twice promoted below-the zone. A genius at moving paper and softening resistance to change. A master of delegation, he could "bend arrows" like no other and challenge to you to perform at your total potential. He taught me about leadership.

It's Colonel Paul McNally, USAF, MSC, Retired. I worked for him at Fairchild Air Force Base near Spokane, Washington. He was a fountain of enthusiasm and creativity. An expert, sincere listener. A thoughtful provocateur. In his relentless search for new ways, he inspired people to perform beyond their own expectations. He taught me to be bold.

It's Doctor Colonel Robert McDonald, USAF, MC Retired (RIP).  A former Army bugler and corporal.  He was the Malmstrom Hospital Commander and I was his Administrator. He was a down-to-earth, grass roots man. He frowned on pretense and met sincerity with a gleaming twinkle in his eye. He brought out the best in me. He brought out the best in everyone. He taught me to believe in myself.

It's Doctor Ben Buecker, Lieutenant Colonel Norm Paulsen and captain Don Palen. I believe all of you who know them will agree they are largely sustained in life with humor.  I believe there is great humility and concern in laughter at ones self... and the human condition. All three have reinforced this belief. They taught me about this and I aspire to be the same.

Finally, it's Lieutenant Colonel Paul Warren Murrell, USAF, MSC.  A paragon of integrity. A seeker of balance and a true expert in finding it. With us, as we together worked in MSC career development and assignments, it was point, counterpoint. The "agree to disagree" that most helped us help them. It was the perennial look at things from both points of view and, no less important, the grey area in between. He taught me about representing people's best interests while keeping the mission foremost. He taught me about matching diverse personalities in a complex organization. He taught me about winning, and losing with grace, the latter being most difficult. He taught me about using humor to diffuse friction.

How do you develop character and with it, concern for people? Perhaps you're born with something...it's certainly not character...more likely spirit. As you pass through life, you confront people and you decide upon value. You see traits in others and you model yourself after those you admire. In the final analysis, if you're lucky, you've met people with character. If you are truly fortunate, the best part of each confrontation rubs off.

Years ago at some turning point in my life, my greatest hero, and wife Julieann presented me with a plaque bearing a quote from Albert Einstein. It said; "Try not to be a man of success, but rather, a man of value." This is the foundation of character I will take with me. It was given to me by Julieann, by all the bosses whose performance reports I've written here and by all of you.

They all carry a message...
To first be sincere in caring about people...
To believe in yourself...
To be of value.

(Footnote...I recently discovered this in a small file of old retirement papers and wanted to perhaps better preserve it by making it a blog entry. I have the original, hand typed on paper now yellowed by the years. The four pages have a good old government-style 45 degree staple in the upper left hand corner and a crinkly, tactile feel that is pleasant to hold. I did some light editing with this transcription but all the main points remain as they were. Looking back on the thirty years that followed, I am happy to report that, while it wasn't always easy to retain those leadership lessons, I did okay and was able to pass some of them on to others.) 







Tuesday, August 14, 2018

My PCP (Primary Care Physician) and Buckminster Fuller

I have good one. He is an Internist here and professor at UC Davis. I went to see him this morning to have my prescription for insanity, I mean rosacea, renewed. He chewed me out because he hasn’t seen me since January 2017. I was thinking; ‘What, are we dating?’ Early on he asked me; “How is your memory?” “Good!” Then later he asked me the same question again. I said; “Are you testing my memory? You already asked me that.”
Dr. Xin-Nong Li, FACP
Dear Physician

Anyway, blood pressure was good also (mine, not sure about his) and, heading for poker from his office, I recalled some early times when I gave blood in Denver for around $5 a pop. I was a lowly three-stripe airman going to AF Intelligence school (Leave that one alone okay Aught?) and was broke all the time. I was pretty exhausted too from a lot of late nights studying...Bar napkins mainly.

On my last donation there, the attending technician took my blood pressure and said it was too low. She told me to “walk around the block” and she would try again. So I did, and she did, and it was..."still too low."  She told me to "get some rest" and sent me packin'.

And then...and then...and then I stopped at a light and our new(er) ride shut down as my foot was on the brake. The automatic shut down feature is an interesting new technology designed to save fuel is what it is. It starts up again when you take your foot off the brake and move it to the accelerator. That event brought me out of my "PCP" reverie and my feeble brain slipped into another one.  

I thought of a quote I think from Buckminster Fuller that went something like this. "Imagine, the amount energy consumed by all vehicles in the world that are stopped at lights at any moment."  Food for thought eh?!  Imagine if all the vehicles on earth had this shut down feature - the reductions in energy consumption and air pollution alone!  I know, I know...take it a step further and imagine if all vehicles were electric.

R Buckminster Fuller
American architect, systems theorist,
author, designer, inventor and futurist




Note:  I Googled the real quote and I made a mistake.  But Fuller liked mistakes, a lot.  So here it is: 

"There are over 2 million cars standing in front of red lights with their engines going.  Then we have over 2 million times approximately 100 horsepower being generated as they are idling there, so that we have something like 200 million horses jumping up and down and going nowhere.  Now, we have to count that when we begin to get down to what is the efficiency of the economy."

...and he died in 1983 so you gotta' figure there are millions more out there with a hell of a lot more horsepower idling right now right?!  

Monday, August 13, 2018

P-P-P-Poker Face

The vast majority come to the tournament hold'em poker tables with inscrutable faces made of stone.  They bet then focus, unmoving and unblinking, at the center of the table...before and after the cards come.  They remain that way when the flop hits and, if they are still in the hand after, when the turn and river comes.  They can be mean looking when they go into freeze frame; Asian, Black, Latino and White...all of them.  Women and men, tattooed and bare, old and young.

Yet they have a common bond.  They all love to play, they understand there are rules to follow and all are generally considerate of one another.  Common actions; A gentle 'pat, pat' on the felt table to wish a fellow player good luck.  Veteran propensity to chop (split) the winnings, often when some have a considerable lead over others.  Most frequent phrases; "There is room here to move your chair if you want."  "Nice hand."  "Good luck," when opponents go all in with their remaining chips."  "There is room to share here," pointing to a side table that holds a player's refreshments.

And they all work on their poker faces.  For when a critical bet is made they don't want to give up a 'read' or 'tell' when an opponent is considering whether to call or fold.

Occasionally a player holding cards will freeze in 'staring at the middle' mode while the dealer and remaining players wait for them to bet or fold.  After a lengthy, pregnant pause, the player will say; "Oh, it's on me?" and everyone will laugh and think to themselves; 'Oh yeah, I have done that before.'

Between hands, it's sharing stories, most often of bad beats (when their strong hand is beaten by one stronger).  They laugh, joke, watch athletic events on televisions scattered throughout the poker room and greet pals old and new.

But when the cards hit the table......when the cards hit the table and a decision is made to play that hand it's time to have the poker face immediately available.  P-P-P-Poker face.  It's a fascinating nuance of the game.