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Central Michigan University
where he earned a BA in Fine Arts. Graduated, he moved to Grand Ledge, and began
his art career. He was affectionately known as EZ, a nickname given by his
college classmates because of his reputation for being a soft touch. He most
enjoyed going to the family cottage on Lake Houghton, where he sailed, weather
permitting, his sloop affectionately named Esther II. Eric was the perennial
winner of the Grand Ledge Art's Festival and was the person neighbors turned to
for advice on decorating their homes. There will be no formal funeral services
but friends may gather for the cortege to the New Hope Cemetery, Wednesday at
one P.M. He is survived by wife Esther and daughter Rachelle

 
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    Rachelle closed her journal, “Forty-five years in the 'hammer' and you
get a couple inches on page 20 of the local newspaper.”
    She recalled Dylan Thomas's famous lines of poetry, “Do not go
gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
    She whispered, “Did you go gently, father, or did you rage … father … why?”
    She opened again her journal and read the translation of Ithaka her father had attached to the inside front cover of her first journal he had
given her on her sixteenth birthday. Over the years, when she started a new
volume, she had moved the poem to the new. She read:

 
    As you set out in search of Ithaka
    Pray that your journey be long,
    full of adventures, full of awakenings,
    Do not fear the monsters of old…
    You will not meet them in your travels
    if your thoughts are exalted and remain high,
    if authentic passions stir your mind, body and spirit.
    You will not encounter the fearful monsters
    if you do not carry them within your soul,
    if your soul does not set them up in front of you.
    Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
    Arriving there is what you are destined for.
    But don't hurry the journey.
    Better it lasts for years,
    So you are old by the time you reach the island, wealthy
    with all you've gained on the way, not expecting Ithaka to
    make you rich.
    Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
    And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
    Wise as you will have become, so full of experience, you
    will understand what these Ithakas have meant.
    —Greek poet C. P. Cavafy
    Love, Dad

 
    “Yes, and so there.” She stoked T.S. “I have no idea the where, why and
what this journey is all about, do you?”
    He yawned.
    “I see.”
    Drowsiness coming on, she put pen and journal on her night stand, checked
the time, 2:00 A.M., nudged T.S. over, and snapped the light off. The sound of
the ceiling fan blades swishing the darkness, her eyes open, thoughts went to
Com. 501: Thirteen students signed up, what do they expect, what will they
be like....
    Her thoughts drifted to the weave of a Persian Rug … then next
Saturday's monster at Ford Field half time.

 

 
 
    CHAPTER SIX

 
    The Forty-Niner—Lions' post game show wrapped up, Carl and Corky, on their
way to Chinatown and dinner, sat in the back seat of a Checker Cab. The night
lights of San Francisco's skyline like a slow moving virtual reality video,
Corky said, “Great job tonight Carl, really singular.”
    “You think?” Carl dragged on a Kool King.
    “Yep.”
    “Thanks.”
    “This might be a little premature but you know, we've been kicking an idea
around at WJJ, the brass, me, we're thinking about making a regular slot for
you.”
    “What a ya mean?”
    “A regular slot, year round, on WJJ, sports talk radio show, thinking
of calling it 'Playing for Keeps'.”
    “You're honking me.”
    “Not at all. It'll be a call-in show, 3-6 P.M., Monday through Friday,
be a killer.”
    “You really are honking me, aren't you?”
    “Nope.”
    “What about the Lions front office, what do they say?”
    “Already talked to them, no problem there, a natural.” Corky paused
then said, “What about Rachelle?”
    “What about her?”
    “Her Michigan State University job, East Lansing