Thursday, August 15, 2019

Letha Bean 1945-2019

The first time I spoke with Letha, which was in 1997, the first words out her mouth were those of instruction to me, and she changed my life.  While working long hours in Burbank, I often took weekend trips by myself to Lake Tahoe and Monterey, among other places.  And during one of those trips a year earlier, which was in 1996, I had stopped on a Friday night at a hotel in Buttonwillow.  I was awoken the next morning by some determined house-keeper trying to break into my hotel room.  She used her master key and opened the door only to be stopped by that slider latch that you can swing over the door jam. 

Uncle Roger


My uncle Roger passed away in New York this past July, 2019.  I have fond memories of him.   He was a slender man, very unassuming.  And by that, I mean, a little bit meek in his stance, thinning dark hair, and kindness in his voice.  He wore thick glasses and was not athletic looking, and if standing, spoke to you with his fingers pressed together, as if in a semi-praying manner. 

However, he was a surprise in so many ways.  He had the quickest wit of anyone I’ve known, and he could infuse humor and insight into the same sentences in a way that would make one reframe their experiences of the world.  And he loved tennis and played regularly. And he was truly a lovely man.