Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Remembering Ed


Ed Regelean was among the first people I met socially at HBE in 1998. Rick Schaefer had an extra ticket to a hockey game and he invited me (the new guy) to go to the Blues game. Ed met us downtown. I remember how Ed graciously credited HBE and its founder Fred S. Kummer for building hospitals in America where there might never have been such a facilities. I was still learning about the culture and legend of being part of the company and FSK. Fast forward a dozen years or so and I came to know Ed as part of a regular posse of golfers who annually travel to Florida and behave like fraternity brothers indulging in camaraderie, golf, Crown Royal and living together in close quarters for a week at a time.

On December 28, 2016, Ed Regelean, died after a long battle with cancer. His son Dan (who spent a bit of time in Human Resources in the Big House on Olive) reports that Ed always spoke highly of his friends at HBE. On behalf of the family he thanked us all for our friendship with his dad over the years. Services were held at Incarnate Word Parish in Chesterfield, MO on Monday, January 2, 2017 starting at 10 am followed by Mass at 11 am and a luncheon downstairs from the church. In lieu of flowers, the family asked that donations be made to the Catholic Renewal Center.

Funeral services are always cloaked in sadness but there is great irony in the happiness too: The faith that Ed is in a better place; The joy of a family coming together to celebrate the life and times of a human being however flawed; The simple pleasure of connecting and showing support for friends and colleagues. Ed’s son David choked up and was holding back tears in the sacristy but composed himself as did each of Ed’s children at different points in the services. Sweet empathy.    

Arguably, at times, FSK was evil incarnate and here we are at mass at a place called Incarnate Word. Colleagues are quick to point out that our benevolent leader was never all bad or all good. He is a shared reference point, but this is not about Fred, it is about Ed. Nevertheless a large chunk of the stories we shared with Ed, Charlie, George, Frank, Brad, Bob, Jack, Mitch, Wayne, Wes and assorted others were accounts that made us laugh out loud. Such stories cement a bond. Guys on a golf course are often inarticulate and stoic. After a warm day in the sun and 18 or 36 holes we are not fretting costly sand shots and poor reads of the greens. Instead, as often as not, we recall holding court with FSK enduring harsh reprimands, lectures about change orders, or navigating errors and omissions with a hospital administrators or the follies of travel via Spirit Airport.

Among those in attendance, in the arms of Ed’s youngest boy is a baby not six months old. It is in the eyes of adorable baby Mae we see the circle of life. Ed was good enough to leave many prayers behind. In spite of the invoice for $1.82* charged for the birth of baby Edward in 1942, his was a Wonderful Life and one of great value. Thanks Ed. You will be missed.    
 
*Ed’s brother Jim reported that Ed would say “Well I guess you get what you pay for…”




Friday, November 25, 2016

Soft Landings


The opportunities to get the band together are fewer and farther between. So when Rowdy proposed a round at the Landings at Spirit on Black Friday it seemed like just what the doctor ordered. Yesterday, Allison, my daughter-in-law hosted a spectacular Thanksgiving as she approaches a due-date just about a month away. That gathering included along with my incredible daughter-in-law, my son, my wife and her brother and mom in from Memphis. My daughter Lindsey surprised us with a visit to St. Louis with her newborn in tow last week. I’m feeling like I have much for which to be thankful.

Dave Cox has three remarkable girls, the oldest of which is a Creighton University Blue Jay who plans to study in Florence, Italy next year. Tom Shaughnessy’s daughter is a proud Notre Dame Lawyer and Rowdy Jones daughter is a recently married Dartmouth grad and her little brother is a soccer star at Wisconsin. But we are stoic golfers who only share those moments about family between tee shots.

Time marches on and we are still men of a certain age consumed by ourselves and measuring our self-worth in the context of competition – with ourselves and our comrades in arms. The beauty of golf partners you have had for almost two decades is that you can measure up in some twisted statistically significant way if you look at data over time, in real time or in your own augmented reality. It doesn’t really matter. You always win.

Rowdy shared slices of his own home-made cherry pie over a cold beer in the clubhouse. And the scorecard review reveals, not surprisingly, the shot of the day is a 40 foot putt for a birdie two on hole #5 by Shaughnessy. But we all leave the course with a memory of something that happened because we showed up. We are alive and well. We are blessed beyond all of our own expectations.

We did not gush about those things for which we are thankful, but we are all indeed most grateful for each and every one of our accounts of A Wonderful Life.    






Saturday, November 5, 2016

Mohau Modisakeng


Mohau Modisakeng was born in Soweto in 1986. He completed his undergraduate degree at the Michaelis School of Fine Art, Cape Town, in 2009.  He lives and works between Johannesburg and Cape Town. He was just 8 years old when Nelson Mandela became President of South Africa. “I am a visual artist,”  proclaims Mohau but he is very articulate about the context in which his work emerges. Large photographic prints and video are part of this show. 
  
We are in the Midwestern U.S. and he is speaking at the Adam Aronson Fine Arts Center on the first Saturday in November 2016. Temperatures are moderate and turnout for this gallery talk is modest. The exhibition of Mohau Modisakeng is supported by Adrienne D. Davis, Alison and John Ferring, Patricia Smith-Thurman and the Des Lee Collaborative Vision at the University of Missouri-St. Louis, with assistance from a gallery in Cape Town.

Marilu Knode, the museum executive director, kicks off the discussion and opens up to those in attendance. Mohau confesses that he is nervous. He is a soft-spoken young man, but in spite of less than optimal acoustics in this remarkable space, he shares a bit about his inspiration. “My mother was a dreamer. She was a healer in our culture,” he offers, “I  was able to travel to London and visit the Tate museum.”  He added that he was able to meet Johannesburg, South Africa born artist Jane Alexander. The artist helped convinced Mohau that artists must overcome obstacles and difficulties to be successful.

Afterwords, Mohau relaxed on a bench near Judith Shea’s Heartland Garden near the estate house at Laumeier Sculpture Park, chatting with a new friend (a contemporary woman of color) who wanted to know more about what it was like to study in an Eurocentric environment such as the university in Cape Town, Maybe she also wanted to know what the artist thought about living in a place in time in after Apartheid (that system of racial discrimination that was in place from 1948-1994 in South Africa).


This is a beautiful day to also view the installation of local artists Alison Ouellette-Kirby and Noah Kirby. The piece, Arena, made possible by Nancy and Ken Kranzberg, is on view adjacent to the South Lawn in the park.  

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Saturday, August 6, 2016

Operation Rob

As you face adversity it is still about us;
If you had half a brain you would be dangerous.
Sure, roll the dice. Put a hotel on Baltic Avenue;
Hopes and prayers are always with you.

Collect $200 as you pass GO;
You can’t expect to win. This you already know.
FREE Parking, take a rest;
CHANCE card says cash in. You are the best.

Those incredible dragons on the spot;
It doesn’t take a genius to see they love you a lot.
Tokens, play money, moving space to space;
The game is the thing. Find your place.

The edge water compound is a shared context;
We get older and wonder what will be next.
It has always been as clear as day;
We started.  We continue to play.

Upon reflection we can see;
Living, loving. finding joy, destiny.
The action in an instant --- in a blink
It happens so fast --- no time to think
 
Count the money. Count the things.
Count the Blessings that your family brings.
Who owns BOARDWALK and PARK PLACE?
No matter. Tomorrow maybe you win at Crazy Eights.

Alive and well as one can plainly see;
In the home of the brave and the land of the free
Who cares who gets to boast?
Isn’t it just the little things that matter most? 

P.S. Happy Birthday Rob - August 30

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

110%


My Brother Rob always gives 110%. We all agree the idea of giving even more than you have (by as much as 10%) is crazy. Nevertheless, we have known football coaches, notably at Saint Luke Grade School (where I was co-captain) and at Lakewood High School (where Rob was a co-captain). If you grow up in a large Catholic family, you believe in miracles. That makes 110% seem like a fair expectation coming from a football coach. If you participate in sports at any level, you are quick to embrace countless metaphors.       
Rob has a rare tumor  the size of a ping pong ball in lower part of his brain stem (lower medulla). Doctors could not be sure if the tumor is benign or malignant so surgery is scheduled for July 13, 2016. “A biopsy on the tumor would tell whether the tumor is benign or malignant. Initial results of the biopsy are available quickly, within 15 minutes. Depending on the results of the biopsy, they may continue the process to remove as much of the tumor as possible. They won't likely be able to remove it all.” Rob reports with his own brand of clinical precision.
So surgery is tomorrow on July 13, 2016 at UCSF Medical Center in San Francisco. Rob will be with wife of 34 years, Joy and their 3 amazing children: Megan (28), Tara (25) and Kevin (23). Our brother Greg is flying in as a show of support. Our brother Dan will arrive sometime after the surgery. (If you are counting – there are five brothers and one sister in our immediate generation ... plus kids and kids having kids too.)
Today, the day before the scheduled surgery, Rob and I exchanged a typical albeit a bit cryptic series of text messages:
Me: Godspeed
Rob: Prep/Clinic: all ready for tomorrow. It will all go well. I know it. (Message sent with picture above.)
Me: Game face on. Robo always gives 110%
Rob: As Mom always said you can’t give 110%. That’s stupid. But do your best. I plan to do just that.
Me: Mom never played football. Everyone expects 110% from you.
Rob: Okay, 110% it is.
That tells you a lot. I am certain Rob will give it all he's got. He'll have the love and support of family and friends. I, for one, believe in miracles. I have seen Rob play football. I was never very good at math - so 110% seems do-able enough to me. I will also be praying for divine intervention.   

Update - Benign. He gave 110%. Prayers answered. He was home in 48 hours. Superman. Special thanks to Uncle Uber Greg and the amazing Dragons. Go Team!

Saturday, July 2, 2016

AMA GOLF 2016


Creve Coeur Golf Course hosts American Marketing Association Championship 2016

Once again the American Marketing Association launched an Independence Day weekend with its annual golf outing at Creve Coeur Golf Course. The venue has hosted our annual golf event for the bulk of our events in the last twenty years.  No-one has taken better care of us. This year 30 golfers competed for the coveted Traveling Trophy. Tim Nenninger of MAR graphics is our low net champion with a score of 40. Creve Coeur City Councilman Ted Ruzicka earned closest to the pin prize on #9. Brad Wahlgren was closest to the pin on #2.

Bob Mastis, incoming President of the American Marketing Association, St. Louis Chapter fielded a team. His firm Digital Intersection’s team included Justin Payne who was winner of the the longest drive contest on #8. (He crushed it!) Justin, if not for struggles on the challenging hole number six, might have earned the title. Ted Ruzicka, Brad Wahlgren and John Probst were in the hunt as well.

Sneller Creative contributed a double wall acrylic GULP tumbler to all golfers who participated. In addition, Sandbox Creative contributed pre-chilled designer water for all players. Golfers also got a goody bag that included a sleeve of balls, tees, a chip clip (from AMA), a glow stick (from Morgan Studio/East) and commemorative coins (from Clayco).

Sandbox Creative once again served with all art direction, graphics and social media promotion prior to the event. Dave Cox, Randy Niederer, Troy Libbra and “Photo Matt” suggested "Delta" feedback for next year: Work on attracting more female players and also enhance the on-course beverage service. (Fair enough)

Thanks to all who came out to celebrate the first day of our chapter year. Contact Bob Mastis or Wes Morgan about joining the St. Louis Chapter of the American Marketing Association. We hope to see you at event luncheons, networking gatherings, collegiate functions, and other gatherings during the
year. www.ama-stl.org for details.


Above top: the Infamous traveling trophy won this year by Tim Nenninger --- Foursome: Marco Tocco of Rock Solid Branding, Matt from Contegix, Rowdy Jones of Compear and Tom Shaughnessy of Group 360. ---- Creve Coeur City CouncilmanTed Ruzicka. ---- Dave Cox, Steve Allen, Justin Payne and Randy Niederer toast with GULP double wall acrylic attendance prize from Sneller Creative 
        




Thursday, June 23, 2016

Digital Dan 2016 Birthday Poem


Digital Dan

Let me tell you about digital Dan.
Dayton Flyer, photographer, the man with a plan;
Sometimes, self righteous and quick to attack.
Spikey white hair wearing all black.

Single lens focus, an eye for composition;
Shrewd, at times crude, when it comes to competition.
Brother he’s known for his sensitivity;
A crybaby, quitter and a bit of a sissy;

But notice --- it is he who boldly hits the road;
The truth belongs to the teller or so I am told.
A well framed layout and a flash;
All other options in the trash.

Set aside what you thought was true;
As we salute the Red the White and the Blue.
A portrait, a journal, a tabletop, on fire or on ice;
A picture speaks louder than words. Isn’t that nice!

In an instant an image is captured and treasured in time;
Cherished, preserved, recorded --- history is kind.
Better than an interpretation --- the ideal is fine.
Parallax displacement, out of focus, or out of line;

Brush the imperfections and photo-shop away;
Digital Dan saves the day. 

Happy Birthday Rex.