The Dean's List

My Mayor, My Lovely I apologize for the length of this blog. I had so much to say… We are truly living in some tumultuous times. Local, state, national and world citizens are under siege – some more than others.  No need for me to detail the events in Rochester over the last 10 days. National media has covered it extensively! Instead of writing about the cold-blooded murder of Daniel Prude in Rochester, we all know the story, I want to share my story, my professional and personal relationship with My Mayor, My Lovely…. I was going to list some of her accomplishments like: Public Market enhancements,  Apartment projects the Stadium Estates, Charlotte Square, Winton Gardens and the Southeast and EL Towers,  Inner Loop completion and groundbreaking the La Marketa project.  Created and/or Supported the Commission on Racial and Structural Equity, Police Body Worn Cameras, ROC Holiday Village, Free Tax Filing, ended the Red-Light Camera program If I compiled a complete list of everything May

The Jackson Legacy Continues Since moving to Phoenix, I still try to keep up with news and events back home. Unfortunately, I do not keep up with everything.   I was checking out some Rochester news stations and newspapers the other day and saw clips and stats from the Bishop Kearney HS basketball phenom, Taylor Norris. When I tell you, this young lady can ball……Wow!! But there was something about her that felt familiar…… Trenton Jackson Several years ago, I worked on a committee to dedicate the new sports complex at Ben Franklin High School. It was being named after a beloved coach, the late Trenton Jackson. Not only was he a coach and teacher, he had a phenomenally successful career in various sports. He played basketball and baseball in college, he also participated in the Olympics in track and played professional football. I had the opportunity to meet his entire family while I was working on the event. I learned that all his children played sports in high

Those who know me know that my biggest fear is dying alone. Many people are doing just that during the Coronavirus/COVID19 pandemic. My friend Donald died last week...at home...alone. Thousands of people are dying every day, without their family by their sides due to this virus! Some of the stories I’ve heard are heartbreaking! It’s been a rough couple of weeks for our country, our world. I received word yesterday morning that another friend died of the virus!   As hard as I try to stay away from the news, I find myself sneaking behind my own back to get the latest (I know!). My emotions are all over the place! Scared, depressed, anxious, angry, mad! And I must admit, I have bouts of conspiracy theories running through my head as well! I keep hearing people say this is our “New Normal!” This can’t be! Right? I’ve shed many tears lately, but last night I think I let a month’s worth go while watching TV! This is a clip from the television show Chicago Fire which features a ma

I've shared my experience when I met Chuck D of Public Enemy several times in a blog. I always liked him as an artist, but came to respect him as a man. Read about it here:   https://thedeanslist1.blogspot.com/2018/08/happy-birthday-chuck-d-of-public-enemy.html In the blog, I wrote: " Everyone had eaten except for Flavor Flav (a whole other story)" Whenever there is a concert, people responsible for providing services are given a rider. It lists transportation, air and ground info, sound and light requirements, and food/drink requirements. That's where I came in. I provided continental breakfast, lunch and dinner for the roadies and union guys. I also had to set up the dressing rooms with snacks, fruit, deli trays, beverages, etc... I always received excellent reviews on my food and service. Dinner was served between 5 - 7. Around 7:15 I started breaking stuff down. I extinguished the sterno burners to cool stuff off.  By 8:00, I had pretty much cleaned up everyt

I started my day cleaning house and preparing my food to get ready to watch the Grammy Awards. I never finished cleaning or cooking. Yesterday was such a sad day! My friend Cheryl called me to tell me there was a rumor that Kobe Bryant was killed in a helicopter accident. I immediately hung up and began to search reputable news sources. Contrary to popular belief, even though their methods are suspect, TMZ usually gets it right. It didn't take long in my search to learn it was true! Kobe's death falls into the same category as "where were you when" ......  when the planes hit the towers on 9/11, when JFK died, when MLK died, when Whitney Houston died (ironically right before the Grammy's), when Michael Jackson died, when Prince died.... When I verified Kobe was gone, I sat in my recliner across from a mop bucket with tears in my eyes. For the next several hours, that's where I remained with a remote control in hand. As more details became available and w

For the last week I've been in a bit of a fog.  I've been somewhat nostalgic and a little weepy.....All of which isn't surprising for me. I've been overly sensitive my entire life. I've been going through old pictures and files trying to decrease clutter and occupy time (can you tell I'm bored?).  That's when I found the picture of my father's headstone.... My father died 50 years ago today! He fell ill while he was cooking in his restaurant on Hudson Ave, on the corner of Wadsworth St. in Rochester, NY.  He drove himself to Genesee Hospital where they determined he had a heart attack. Being 6 years-old, I really didn't understand everything that was going on. In the 70's, children weren't allowed to visit patients in the hospital, so the only thing I knew was daddy wasn't home.  This isn't a new topic for my blogs, but as I get older, it gets a little more emotional for me. One night, my mother and grandmother took me t