Saturday, March 29, 2025
Saturday, March 22, 2025
Coworker Appreciation Day
Saturday, March 15, 2025
Are You Kidney Me?
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Saturday, March 8, 2025
Emerging From Hibernation
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Saturday, March 1, 2025
My 10-Step Exercise Regimen
Having partaken of said exercises in the basement for several years, I've discovered a thing or two. First, I'm still overweight, so regular exercise has not helped there in recent years. (Yes, I know, I need to cut down on my portions, don't start.) Second, vigorous exercise is painful in a way that it didn't use to be. Joints creak and groan and fail to work properly.
1. Cheers
2. Sock it to 'Em
3. Reach for the Stars
4. Grocery Shopping
5. Cat Boxing
6. Hooking Up
7. Shake a Leg
8. Stair Climbing
9. Garbage Day Cha-Cha
10. Eye Rolls
Saturday, February 22, 2025
Celebrating the Quirky
Saturday, February 15, 2025
Eulogy Virtues
Saturday, February 8, 2025
The Perils of Apathy
Saturday, February 1, 2025
Flower, Rain
That's something else I picked up from Harry. Where else would a shiksa from Parma, Ohio learn Yiddish? Imagine our mutual delight when we realized we both loved Alan Sherman and Tom Lehrer. Fun fact: He could sing all the verses to "Vatican Rag."
There's so much I owed to Harry. My promotion to Copy Manager. The Achievement of Excellence Award he insisted on nominating me for (several years in a row), until he wore down the powers that be and I won. And, of course, Harry made me a better writer.
Not to mention, he let me be the trailblazer when the internet came along. (Granted, no one else wanted to deal with the new technology.) So there we were one Friday evening, hashing out how the pre-E-commerce site would function. Where you'd go when you clicked here, then there.
Of course, Harry really came into his own when Ilene came along. When the two of them got together, it was clearly meant to be. Mr. Ginley and I were honored to witness their nuptials, along with so many of their friends and family. It was a night for the ages.
All this week, I've been remembering things that make me smile and tear up at the same time. Like when he unknowingly walked through wet cement at the entrance to our office building. His pricey kicks were immortalized, if not forever, then for the next 15 years or so, in the decorative concrete.
But the one memory that really got me was Harry calling me into his office to perform some task and offhandedly remarking,"I need you," and me replying (from the song by America), "Like the flower needs the rain." From that day forward, he'd just point at himself, then me, and say, "flower, rain." And that was my cue.
And now there's only rain.
Rest well, my friend. We'll miss you.