In March, I posted a few entries about my appreciation for the trainers at the Apple Store on the upper westside of Manhattan, and if you'd like, you may refer to those posts by clicking here and here. Since that time a few trainers have left that store, including Tim Larsen, whose doing so was addressed in a comment, made by someone who read a blog posting that I had made this past November.
(You may view post and his comment by clicking here.) When Tim Larsen first left Apple, I wrote a letter to corporate on his behalf and a copy of it is posted below:
All of my Apple correspondence took place before I ever discovered Ms. Fabio's blogs referred to in Part One of this special half-year posting, as well as in one of a prior blog entries, which you may read by clicking here. One of the things as I have stated that I liked about Fabio's blogs was that she followed up on topics that she discussed. Another thing that I liked was that she took an action to help someone in need. In this case the someone in need was Benny the goat, pictured at the top of this blog entry (for image credit click here).
However, the point of my follow up today is not Benny (you can read about that story if you like by clicking here), but my point is about Fabio's response. Allegedly when Fabio heard about Benny, she said to herself, "I have to do more than tweet about this", and she did; by creating a Facebook Page for Benny's cause, and also by writing a letter to a court official, that her readers could cut and paste into an email and send it to the official as well (which yours truly was pleased to do).
So what's a goat in danger of being ousted from the digs it has lived in since it was quite young, and Fabio's response, have to do with Tim Larsen leaving Apple and to my writing a letter on his behalf? Like Fabio, (though I had not heard of her or her blogs at the time), I wanted to take an action that might help Tim, or at the very least raise awareness at Apple. However, thus far, I do not tweet about anything, nor do I have a Facebook Profile, so I did some research to see how to reach the "powers that be" at Apple, and I made the necessary phone calls to confirm my findings; then I wrote the letter on behalf of Tim. The old "if you see something say something" method. Therefore, when I discovered Fabio's blogs and noticed she had done things on the behalf of others I felt a kinship.
Writing a letter is no big deal, I realize, but not writing on someone's behalf, when you are able to so, is a big deal, in my humblest opinion. Having said this, it is a pleasure to let you know dear reader, that since Tim Larsen's leaving Apple this past spring, he has not only landed a great job, but he was also cast in a lead role in the play, Panic.
He played John Housemann. This took place in Leonia, New Jersey at The Players's Guild of Leonia's playhouse. I saw the production, and Tim was fantastic; which should come as no surprise to anyone fortunate enough to have worked with Tim on anything. I happened to take a few pictures from the event which can be seen posted below.
My Actinida kolomikta and Actimida AKA Kiwi Vines (featured in my first garden movie, The Kiwi Vine Speaks Fifteen Minutes of Fame almost . . .), are now turning the corner on the rail of my rooftop garden, and heading west as seen in the photograph posted below.
The second thing that I wanted to follow-up on in terms of ideas discussed in April of 2011 is this, on April 17th, 2011, I introduced my readers to Maida pictured here (again) in the photograph posted below.
And, dear reader, you may recognize her unusually open and animated features while recalling that Maida is a resident at an ecumenical place where I have done volunteer work since November of 2003.
The place is often referred to as "the home", but, Maida has pointed out to me, the connotation of it being called "the home" is troublesome to her. "It is a residence, " she explains and goes on to say that by folks referring to it as a "home", there is an implication that she and her fellow residents do not have severe physical or mental capabilities, and often wonders aloud why folks just don't call where she lives a "residence."
Maida, like yours truly, is very sensitive to language and has an appreciation for literature — a fact that I referred to in my April 17th blog entry when I mentioned her love for T.S. Elliot.
Most recently Maida has been reciting poems from memory from her tattered book, The Galaxy of English, which she says was stolen from her room. I am always moved by the stories of the lives of the residents in the place I volunteer, and I mentioned in April my idea of adding a weekly or bi-weekly column to my blog, featuring different ones of them. It is an idea for which I am still working out the logistics, so please stay tuned.
For now I will say I am gathering photographs and stories and most likely will begin the series with interesting stories concerning Little Shirley and Doctor Marilyn, both very charming residents pictured below respectively.