Today was a long day. It was my first day of class and it reminded me of how much work teaching is and how much work I will have to do to prepare for each class.
Class was dismissed early because I had to drive down to Livingston, NJ for my friend Paul’s Memorial Service. I dismissed class at 11:45 and made it to Livingston, NJ at 1:58. The service started at 2:00.
I was the fourth person to speak. It was hard for me to make it through. The sense of loss caught in my throat though I did not break down but it was all that I could do not to.
That was true of almost everyone who spoke. The last speaker was his mother, now 105.
His grandson Daniel was riven by grief, hard to see, hard to bear. When I arrived, his daughter hugged me and said, “You had fun, you two.” And we did.
As I drove down, I listened to the radio, always attempting to find a station to listen to that could be picked up. It was hard. I heard about the stock market plunge and there was naught that I could do about it driving down New York 87. The market dive seems to be driven by the fall of oil prices. One commentator said that the markets weren’t factoring in the good that might come of lower oil prices.
With sanctions being lifted on Iran, it is about to start selling its oil which will further depress prices. It is going to be a wicked winter, I fear.
I had thought to drive from Livingston, NJ into the city and spend the night but had decided against it as there is a storm brewing which could make driving tough as early as Friday. So I came home and will train in tomorrow morning for some meetings and a dinner with an old friend, Jerry May.
He and I have known each other for thirty-two years, having met when we were young, in advertising. I was at his 30th birthday party, having helped planned the surprise party that night.
He lived in San Francisco then and was my client when I was at A&E. Now he lives in Seattle, at a new agency. His now wife, Gail, lured me to Seattle on the pretext she was throwing a big birthday party for Jerry.
They punked us. They threw a surprise wedding for themselves. I was so pleased that across the years Jerry would want me at his wedding. We had seen each other little but had remained in contact through LinkedIn and I looked him up when I passed through Seattle on one of my train journeys.
People make the fabric of our lives. Riches come and go. But it is the people we touch that really, really, really matter.
For Paul’s Memorial Card, his daughter Karen chose a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson. I pass it on tonight to you.
“To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better whether by healthy child, a garden patch, or a reformed social condition, to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”
Paul’s grandson concluded his speech with saying his grandfather had succeeded. He had made Daniel’s life breathe easier. He made many peoples live breathe easier, mine included.
May we all succeed.


Letter From New York 02 22 2016 Silent stars and a good day…
February 23, 2016Outside, the world is dark, though the moon is full and bright and big overhead. It has been a clear, sunny day with temps in the mid-40’s, pretty perfect for the 22nd of February.
Yesterday, I went to church and then to Albany and by the time I got home, the stuffing had been knocked out of me and I tumbled into bed about five and ended up falling asleep somewhere around nine. Going to a party up there exhausted me. Carrying a crockpot up a small hill was nearly impossible. I felt old and fragile and I was not happy.
Today, I woke up early and it has been the most active day I’ve had since I was out of the hospital. I was doing just fine and then, about twenty minutes ago, the wall was hit and I sank back into bed.
My sister, the nurse, has been telling me to listen to my body and I have been. When it says rest, I do. I stretched too far yesterday.
So here I am, propped up in bed in my sweats, jazz playing and my laptop in my lap.
It was a good day. Good class. Isaac Phillips, a young entrepreneur, Skyped in from Mexico City where he is working on an app for the Latin American market. This sounds promising. Ads delivered to your phone in exchange for your data bill being paid.
Isaac is a really good young man. And he is not much older [and younger than some] of my students. He spoke about following your passion also meant suffering for your passion. It was a great dose of reality about what it takes to make it in the high tech world.
I also showed a short film about the history of media which featured a poster of “The Jazz Singer,” the first talkie. A lifetime ago I had lunch with May McAvoy, who was the female lead in “The Jazz Singer.” She and three other stars of the era talked of the ’20’s as if they were yesterday and were a window into a world that was gone.
One of the other stars that was there that day was Leatrice Joy, who was divorced by John Gilbert so he could marry Greta Garbo, who left him at the altar. She was one of my mother’s favorites.
Esther Ralston was another, top billed over Gary Cooper in her day, who talked about having to beat off her husband with her umbrella when he tried to push her into the Grand Canyon after the stock market crash so he could collect the insurance.
These were women who had lived and were still seizing life when I met them.
On Twitter, I posted an article about the controversy between Apple and the Feds over unlocking a phone used by the terrorist couple in Riverside who killed fourteen and wounded many more. Apple is not wanting to do it; the Feds are demanding it and everyone is thinking about it. I have made no decision about it and was a bit surprised when my post brought forth strong comments on both sides of the issue.
And then I realized it was really important and how we decide this is going to be important going forward. How does a free society remain free in a time of terror? I don’t have the answers but appreciate the questions being asked.
Meanwhile, Ted Cruz has fired his spokesman for a tweet, inaccurate, about Rubio. Cruz is getting a slimy reputation and he is trying to shake it. He’s not shady but he hires people who are… Excuse me?
Jeb Bush spent $130,000,000 running for President and has now bowed out of the race. I actually thought he would be the candidate; it seemed logical. My friend, Jeff Cole, picked Rubio. I think Jeff is smarter than I am.
In Kalamazoo, Michigan an Uber driver shot eight people, killing six and picking up rides between the killings. Officials are describing it as “unexplainable” and it is but then so much is “unexplainable.”
Russia and the US have agreed to help implement a ceasefire in Syria, which is great if it works though it doesn’t include the Nursa Front or IS so who knows what actually will happen. Hopefully, some relief for the tortured souls living there…
Also tortured, but not as viscerally as Syria, is Yahoo, a tech giant who has lost its way. In 1999, it was the Google of its day. Now it’s not and there is lots of talk about dismembering the company, selling it off in pieces. Marissa Meyers may well be its last CEO.
And that’s the last I can do for today. I am worn out. Need to quit now and allow myself to fall asleep watching something good, start tomorrow all over, hopefully as fresh as I felt today.
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