I started this
blog thinking that it would be a way for me to preserve memories, both current
and those residing deep in my parent's past. Far short of bestowing upon them immortality,
but as close as I can come using a free online blog. I even made out an extensive list of possible topics,
"Jerry writes well, this is a wonderful idea." I was going to post
their tales of school-yard games, soda-shops and proms, progressing to stories
about their first date, first apartment, having children, a complete catalog of
precious memories. I figured and plotted how to "Tag" and
then search by name, by date, even create a timeline, and then merge that with generic
listing of historical events. Yes, I thought out all the details, well except one,
the fact that my mom and dad had no interest in investing the time needed to
write all their stories down.
I must admit I
was hopeful at first, then slightly confused why they had not eagerly jumped at
the opportunity to spend several hundred hours providing content for the Lubell
Family Blog. I tried to help them get
some old stories and photos posted, autobiographical morphing into biographical.
Some Old Pictures and Memories,
Something I
wrote about my mom's 67 Camaro, but
even I began to tire of pushing square pegs into round holes; so this became a
vehicle for recording events in real-time. Since Heidi was fine with me, her
brother, posting whatever I pleased, but also not really that interested in sending
in stories, the blog has become dominated with me promoting something about
Lane's latest accomplishment.
Yes,
I am fully aware that the amount of time I've invested in this blog in completely
out of proportion to its value. Perhaps I'm just smart enough to recognize that
I could make better use of my time, but not so clever as to actually give-up,
then reallocate my energy elsewhere. I guess I justify this activity with the
fact that I write these posts while eating my lunch at my desk, and so maybe
it's no more worthless than surfing the web or playing a video game. The reason
I created this blog never came together, the reasons I continue stem from a
force-of-habit and the fear I'll regret a decision to stop.
Larry Lubell
Larry Lubell
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Now onto some actual content...
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Now onto some actual content...
I can't express how proud
I am of the way Ilene and Steven are working together to keep Mayer Alloys,
the company Ed founded, not just alive, but moving forward. They are helped by
the solid team Ed built and his legacy of integrity that continues to open
doors.
The business, brings Ilene
to Detroit rather frequently, while I miss her while she's away, I'm glad she
is taking advantage of the opportunity to spend time with Steven, other family
and friends.
I think the picture came out pretty well
considering, I hate the way I look in ALL photos.
and there were a few tech glitches with
Steppenwolf's equipment.
Ilene and I arrived, uncharacteristically, a
few minute early to see Marie Antoinette. While in the lobby I spotted a small area
with a backdrop for photos. It was a pretty clever idea on the part of
Steppenwolf theater, they figured non-celebrities would jump at the chance to
take their picture under any condition that creates the impression of being on
the "Red carpet;" so people will post the picture on social media,
which will promote their play. Wait, even more brilliant, one must enter your
email address so they can send the pictures, thereby building a database for
marketing. See they had a sort of photo machine set up
and pointing towards the backdrop. . Really it was an inexpensive DSLR camera hooked up to
an iPad all mounted in this display case. You would touch the screen where it says
"Start", and it would click 4 pictures 5 seconds apart, then let you
enter your email address. Great idea,
the problem was who ever set this up must have been no taller than 5 feet, so
even when I placed us as far back as possible, my head was cut off. This
required that you bend, twist, or sit on the floor, those are NOT the Red-Carpet
look poses that a photographer is after.
The woman before us, I'm taking a guess that
she did not work for a Tech company, pushed "Start" so hard the iPad nearly
twisted out of the case, and then stood so close to the camera, that she ended
up with 4 shots of her stomach. A friend of hers entered her email; so someone
now has probably posted an out of focus shot of her mid-session- Isn't Facebook
wonderful?
