06-20-2020, 01:23 AM
Shari Cantor Viner and I went to high school together, and worked on the “North Star” — our high school newspaper together. I was the editor-in-chief and she was the features page editor. We lost touch after high school, but got back in touch through Facebook, met for dinner with a bunch of the old newspaper gang and saw each other at our 30th HS reunion. She was sweet, kind, had a terrific sense of humor, and was just one of those people that other people liked being around. there for anyone who needed her. She died due to Covid-19 today. I spent an hour on the phone tonight talking to a mutual friend for whom it seemed this was the straw that was going to break his camel’s back: I found out he just lost his mother a few weeks back, he lost his job at the beginning of the pandemic, and is now working a graveyard shift part-time job...
Dr. Bob Graves taught me the history of theatre, and how to manage the drama behind the drama; the politics of being a fine arts student at the U of I. I last saw him at an alumni fundraiser in L.A. about 12 years ago. Far from being disappointed that I’d left the pursuit of a career on the stage or screen, he was delighted to hear I’d done well and said he was happy to see me happy and successful. He was a good man whom everyone respected. I learned a lot about how to be an effective teacher from him. I got a message on Facebook from another U of I classmate that he had passed on, and she is going to hold an online wake for Dr. Bob on Sunday evening. I was happy to see how many of my fellow classmates are planning to attend: it will be good to see them again and share those memories.
A friend from elementary school and junior high who I recently got back in touch with (there are good things about the FB) lost his father yesterday. And of course Greg’s in Boston for Aunt Eileen’s funeral. I loved her, too. She was very kind to me.
Today was a really, really long day. And I still can’t sleep.
Dr. Bob Graves taught me the history of theatre, and how to manage the drama behind the drama; the politics of being a fine arts student at the U of I. I last saw him at an alumni fundraiser in L.A. about 12 years ago. Far from being disappointed that I’d left the pursuit of a career on the stage or screen, he was delighted to hear I’d done well and said he was happy to see me happy and successful. He was a good man whom everyone respected. I learned a lot about how to be an effective teacher from him. I got a message on Facebook from another U of I classmate that he had passed on, and she is going to hold an online wake for Dr. Bob on Sunday evening. I was happy to see how many of my fellow classmates are planning to attend: it will be good to see them again and share those memories.
A friend from elementary school and junior high who I recently got back in touch with (there are good things about the FB) lost his father yesterday. And of course Greg’s in Boston for Aunt Eileen’s funeral. I loved her, too. She was very kind to me.
Today was a really, really long day. And I still can’t sleep.
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