This morning the Salvation Army is sending over a truck to pick up some office furniture that's in my garage. That's the technical description of what's happening. The real story is the desk I sat at for over 20 years, the flat files I used for artwork that was lovingly made for clients and the files cabinets that housed the history of the Tobol Group are being given away. I'm sad because this represents many years of my life.
I was first asked to give a DNA sample several years ago. The request came from a cousin who had learned that a graduate student was doing research and compiling a database of Jews of Eastern European heritage. The purpose, or one of the purposes, was to possibly connect distant relatives whose parents and grandparents had been killed and/or displaced during the Holocaust.
I've seen a lot of embarassing things in my lifetime...but how would you like to be one of the wonderful citizens of the city of Toronto. Mayor Rob Ford continues to feed the evening news with wonderful sound bites that Saturday Night Live must struggle with to actually find something funnier than the real thing. Again, my guess is it's only funny for those looking in from the outside, not the Torontonians (?) themselves. How does their system of government not have some type of mechanism that allows them to throw him out?!?
It is clever. And it works, if by guilt alone.
My mail has at least one solicitation for a contribution each day, some days I get many. From hospitals, research groups, schools, care facilities, veterans groups, Jewish organizations, museums....you name it, they are looking for money. I give to whom I chose, but now they are making it difficult.
I know you're on the edge of our seat wondering what he will do after baseball. Well wonder no more...Derek Jeter is starting a book publishing imprint company called "Jeter Publishing" in partnership with Simon & Schuster. Apparently all his time on the disabled list last season had him thinking about life after sports.