Writings
While I remain a great fan of athletics, it has been years since I looked up to athletes….at least in the sense of idolizing them, worshiping them, or falling for the fallacy that they can do no wrong. Still, when the athletes are basketball players, I have little choice but to look up to them, given that their heads are so much higher off the ground than mine.
Before computerization in the publishing business, records were kept in hard copy, in file folders, placed in file cabinets, kept in file drawers. At both the offices of the News and the Free Press, before the joint operating agreement, there was a room called the Living Obituary File. In that room were file drawers with clippings and information on the rich and the famous in the greater Detroit area.
It seems about once a week, someone will say to me: “Who do we call to schedule an appointment with you?” Like I have people who do that for me. Which I could, I suppose. But if you want an appointment with me, you call me. Or you take your chances and drop in on me. Which carries no assurance. But you never know.
Your First Church trustees….ever relentless in their efforts to look out for you and this building in which you gather….have turned their attention to doors. More to the point, they have returned their attention to doors, given that I remember holding….then tabling….this same discussion five years ago. For the doors in this building are old and worn. They neither look good nor work good. Few of them can hold a finish on….or keep intruders out.
