Saturday, October 13, 2007

For Sheldon Roodman's Farewell Party, 2007

Shel Roodman was our Director at Legal Assistance Foundation of Chicago in the '70s. 
A really good guy and while he was not without his controversies, I appreciated what he did for this organization.    I worked at LAF from 1973 through 1995 when we moved to Washington, D.C., I couldn't miss this occasion and sang this at the big farewell party.

There are several tunes in it, but the are all well known.  
Jim Trainor was the head of Illinois Department of Public Aid, an agency that was a frequent defendant in our actions, the union references refer to the efforts of some LAF lawyers to unionize, and Reagan and Gingrich were among the Republicans who were making life a lot harder for our clients. 


For Sheldon Roodman, June 8, 2007

[Tune: Oh Susannah]

Oh, he took the helm of LAF in 1977,
And he thought his home on Dearborn Street,
Was just one step from Heaven.
The clients smiled, while lawyers filed
Their motions and their briefs.
And he never once imagined that there could be any beefs!
      But now he’s older, wiser, he’s learned a thing or two –
     So just for fun, I’d like to run, some history by you!

Well he took on Mr. Trainor, and all of Public Aid,
Then he fixed his sights on landlords, who did not make the grade.

Fa-mi-lies and children came to know his helping hand,
As did prisoners and workers, and new folks in this land.
      But Reagan, and Gingrich, and others went “chop-chop”
     And there were other problems too that never seemed to            stop!


[Segue to "Union Label" ]

Because – they soon wore, the union label,
When they were trying a federal case.
There’s no disguising, that organizing,
Could wipe the smile off, the most benign director’s face –
But somehow, we all lived through it,
And now by golly, we all get along!
And just remember, if you are able,
The union still has the very best of songs!


Spoken: But all the while, in some evil quarters – 
some mean people were saying: 

["Give me Some Men"]

Give us restrictions, some iron-clad restrictions,
To pin LAF to the wall!
Lobbying must go, and some people we know,
Should not have legal counsel at all!
Oh, scuttle class actions, we want satisfaction,
That only the status quo brings,

Who’s this Sheldon Roodman guy? 
We’re going to clip his wings!
Who’s this Sheldon Roodman guy? 
We’re going to clip his wings!


[Spoken]: But Shel Roodman wasn’t stopped! 
And he led us on and on, higher and higher, 
Always dreaming of the day, 
When we would reach the very summit, 
Where nine ladies and gentlemen, 
Nicely dressed in basic black, 
Would tell those evil people ...

[Stop in the Name of Love]

Stop, in the name of Law! 
Before you break his heart!
Think it over!

[Spoken]  And so, in summation, I would respectfully submit, 
and may it please the crowd, that --- 

[Battle Hymn of the Republic]

All the headaches and restrictions 
And a budget much too small,
Didn’t stop him for one moment,
Sheldon still kept standing tall!
So let’s drink to him today, 
And raise our glasses one and all –
Thank you Shel for all you’ve done!

[motion everyone to join in on "we thank you"]
For your thirty years, we thank you!
For your diligence, we thank you!
For your leadership, we thank you!


Now get out and have some fun!

###

Sunday, May 20, 2007

For the Staff at Warren Barr December 2007

With Heartfelt Thanks!

You do so much for Mom each day,
And others in your care!
We also appreciate your help,
We're so glad to you are there!

This festive time gives us a chance,
To show in some small way,
The difference that your care has made,
More than words can say!

This comes with every heartfelt wish,
For your holiday cheer,
And also for good health and joy,
Throughout the coming year!

From the Family of Esther Davis in Room 601

December, 2007




(Printed on nice holiday stationery to accompany holiday gifts for the staff)

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Happy Golden Anniversary Alice and Don!

For Alice and Don Goldsmith's 50th Anniversary June 28, 2006

I printed this with a picture of me age 5 in a cowgirl getup!

Tune:  Home on the Range

Now Home on the Range may sound a bit strange,
But I'm a cowgirl from the start,
So this is my song, as I gallop along,
And it says what is close to my heart:

     Mazel Tov Alice and Don!

     May the strength of your love bring you cheer!
     You're a sight to behold, and may this day of gold,
     Bring you happiness year after year!

Now Alice my cuz is the best ever was,

And so is her Donald as well,
They' the awesomest pair; best you'll find anywhere,
And their love holds us all in its spell!

     Mazel Tov Alie and Don!

     May the strength of your love bring you cheer!
     You'r a sight to behold, and may this day of gold,
     Bring you happiness year after year!

With every good wish and much love, 
JL  June 28, 2006




Monday, May 13, 2002

For the Ladies of the University of Chicago Law School Class of 1972

In  May, 2002,  I had a party at my house for the women in the University Law School Class of 1972 who had come in for our 30th Reunion.  This references some famous cases we read in our first year.


To the fabulous women of the
University of Chicago
Law School Class of 1972
On the Occasion of our 30th Reunion!
May 5, 2002

Sumer’s a-cumin in, dearhearts,
With Sunshine as well as with Shade,
And everyone surely will thirst for,
Glasses of Cold Lemonade!

Beyond reasonable doubt I am certain,
That Baxendale told Hadley, “I confess,
Had you plied me with Cold Lemonade,
I’d have sent you that shaft by express!”

And then there was poor Mrs. Palsgraf,
She would have been fine had she stayed,
Safe inside that railroad station,
Drinking glasses of Cold Lemonade!

Last consider please, Dudley and Stevens,
And the fate of that young cabin boy,
Too bad that those sailors did not have,
Cold Lemonade to enjoy!

So make Lemonade every summer,
Drink plenty, because you just saw,
How Cold Lemonade in abundance,
Could have altered the course of the law!

With best wishes,


Joan Levin

Friday, October 20, 2000

Pantoums with Mark Strand and More

Pantoums with Mark Strand

pantoum
 noun
pan·​toum | \ pan‧ˈtüm\
plural -s

Definition of pantoum:


A series of quatrains rhyming abab in which the second rhyme of a quatrain recurs as the first in the succeeding quatrain, each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme (as bcbc, cdcd), and the initial rhyme of the series recurs as the second rhyme of the closing quatrain (xaxa)

Or read this article:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantoum
Correspondence with Mark Strand and Judy and Mike Spock, and my Pantoum (e-mails in reverse chronological order)   

----- Original Message -----
From: Mark Strand
To: Joan D. Levin
Sent: Tuesday, April 18, 2000 3:26 PM
Subject: Re: Lovely evening! 

Dear Joan, that pantoum fragment was terrific. Yours actually rhymes, 
making the job more difficult. I've been either on the road or teaching. 
I can't wait for this to be over--this teaching. Although I do love 
teaching Kafka. Nice evening the other daY, the Moroccan food, etc. 
Best, Mark

At 04:45 PM 3/29/00 -0600, you wrote:

  Judy, Mike, Mark -- It was good to see you all last night! This 
morning in my Basic Program class (which I hope will improve my mind 
although this hasn't happened yet) our instructor passed around "Eating 
Poetry." We had a lively discussion which wandered into the outfield 
with talk (because one classmate is a librarian) about public
perceptions of librarians versus books, reading & poetry. I always liked 
Eating Poetry and thank you Mark for writing it! 

It occurred to me then that I hadn't explained pantoums very well (at least as I understand them, which may have no resemblance to what they really are) -- but 
here's my concept about how they go and what came to mind during class this morning:

  Drinking Moroccan Wine -- 3/28/00

  Please pass that good red wine;
  We're dining au Moroc,
  And suppertime is fine,
  With friends from Antioch.

  We're dining au Moroc,
  With olives, bread and chatter.
  With friends from Antioch,
  The goblets hardly matter.

  With olives, bread and chatter,
  We sip the ruby red.
  The goblets hardly matter?
  The Prophet shakes his head!

  We sip the ruby red,
  The river straight to Hell?
  The Prophet shakes his head;
  We say: This drink is swell!

  The river straight to Hell?
  Please pass that good red wine!
  We say: This drink is swell --
  And suppertime is fine!

  That's all, Folks! Joan

                   ******

Here is another  Pantoum!  I wrote it for Andrea Monsees around 1996 - we had been talking about Pantoums and she gave me a poetry encyclopedia for Hanukkah in which "Pantoum" was one of the entries. 




Thursday, October 21, 1999

Bonnie Terry's Birthday in Greece, 1999

This was writtten for my next-door-neighbor Bonnie Terry’s birthday on Hotel Sirene, Poros stationery.
On April 29, 1999 we were traveling in Greece together on a University of Chicago tour on Greek Classic Theatre led by U of C scholar Nicholas Rudall - an expert in ancient Greek drama and producer of theatre productions in this genre.  

****************

Roaming in an ancient land
Bonnie has things well in hand!
But questions do arise, you see,
On who is who in history!

Gods a’plenty on the loose,
Wise Athena, Lusty Zeus, 
While none grow older, some grow wiser, 
(And some eat kids for appetizers!)

Were the gods who fill these pages,
Products of creative sages?
Or do they now view earthly sights, 
From Old Olympus’ lofty heights?

These questions, and some more we think,
Will find response in book and drink!
Athena joins us in this toast: 
Happy Birthday, Bonnie, you’re the most!


Joan (with flower picture!) 

Tuesday, October 21, 1997

Elderhostel Kotzebue Sonnet

In June 1997 I took an Elderhostel trip to Kotzebue, Alaska, above the Arctic Circle.  We learned all sorts of skills from our host's  native Alaskan friends, including the great salmon catch, where we took the fish from the nets, cleaned them and hung them to dry on what looked like large old-fashioned clothes drying racks.    


________________________



A Kotzebue Sonnet

The salmon run and never seem to stop.
We pull them from the sea in giant nets.
As lead line sinks, the float line rides on top.
We fish below a sun that never sets.

We chop off heads and then dissect the spine.
Our ulus* dive and tear through bloody fish.
We hang them up and say “they sure look fine!”
And smack them down for dinner’s tasty dish.

The next day on the tundra we see fruit,
And salad plants that grow on permafrost.
We munch upon the Arctic’s tasty loot,
Which seems to be devoid of bloody cost.

Is veggie life what I am headed for --
Or will I always be a carnivore?

Written at Kotzebue, June 1997
(c) 1997, Joan D. Levin


* The ulu is a special knife, usually made from a saw blade.  The semi-circular blade is usually set in a bone handle.


Elderhostel Trail Ride Song, 1997

In the summer of 1997 I took an Elderhostel trip riding horseback through the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho under the supervision of Ricks College, a Mormon school in Rexburg, Idaho.  Elderhostel trips require that three things be taught, so these were history of the region, horse skills, and camping skills.  At our final "Banquet" everyone was asked to give a little talk and so I wrote this! And people sang along with the chorus!


Written for Last Night of Idaho Elderhostel, June 20, 1997
(Transcribed 12/13/08 from paper towels on which it was scribbled)

Tune: Boston Charlie

Now join me in this saga of Elderhostlers
Who went for a ride one day –
They started at Ricks College, to gain a bit of knowledge,
And this is the story of their stay!

Chorus: And did they ever return?
No they never returned!
After all the things they learned,
They will ride forever,
Through the streets of Rexburg,
Elderhostlers, who never returned!

Now Ruth taught them courses on caring for their horses,
And Dick spoke of history and plants –
And Larry taught them camp skills, from tent poles to canteen fills,
And never pitch your tent on hills of ants!

[Chorus]

They heard the sad story of the end of Nez Perce Glory,
Under mountain peaks, snowy and high,
And they loved a pooch named Blue, and they learned to sing straight through, 
Ghost Riders in the Sky!

[Chorus]

In camp they cooked their meals under Dick’s stern command,
And did the kitchen chores.
Then they heard Dick’s campfire lecture, lots of history, some conjecture,
Then retired to nurse their saddle sores!

[Chorus]

They rode horses in the mountains, through the canyons, cross the meadows,
And camped at Gilmore Ghost Town, grey and lone –
It was such a grand vacation, after due deliberation,
They decided not to go home!

[Chorus]

So when they got back to Rexburg, they staged a rebellion,
That would make Chief Joseph’s jaw go slack –
And each eager Elderhostler became a Larry-jostler,
And they said they would not give their horses back!

[Chorus]

Well, Larry said, “OK then, have it your own way then,
But in Rexburg you must remain!”
Now the Elderhostler riders have become Rexburg insiders,
And Ricks College will never be the same!

[Chorus]

Now John in yellow poncho, and Bob in straw sombrero,
Ride the Rexburg streets each day,
And June keeps making trouble, and for Lillian that goes double!
While Gloria and Nancy dance each night away!

[Chorus]

And Joan records this story, of Elderhostel Glory,
How they rode the mountains and the plains!
And how when it was all over, they were all in such clover,
That they never went home again!

[slightly different chorus here for the ending!]

And did they ever return?
No they never returned!
After all the things they learned,
They will ride forever,
Through the streets of Rexburg,
Elderhostlers, who never returned!

###

Tuesday, November 5, 1996

Owed to my Lawyer

Owed to my Lawyer

Now some stayed wide awake in class,
And some of us were dozing,
Whatever. What we didn’t learn,
Was how to do a closing.

Where papers fly and faint hearts die, 
The legal and numeric,
Can daunt the staunchest. (It’s a time,
When I become hysteric!).

Oh some may kvell for Dick ManDEL,
(Who’d have you call him MANdel),
But here’s a fact: to G. Petacque,
He cannot hold a candle!

Some find the rules of real estate,
Arcane, obtuse and borin’
But not Petacque, he’s got the knack,
From title search to Torrens!

You rate an A for closing day,
You made it seem like fun.
A virtuoso job, I’d say,
Like: Presto!  Change-o!  Done!

Well that’s what happens when you’re good,
They never see you sweat!
So many thanks for all your help,
For sure I won’t forget!

With best wishes, 
Signed: Joan Levin   11/5/96


Gerald (Gerry) Petacque handled the closing of my condo where I’d been renting for several years.     
(A few years later I  traded it for another condo in the building) 



Torrens is a system for title registration.  Not the one used for this transaction but it rhymes!

Sunday, October 13, 1996

Warren Buffett, 1996 -- a link that's easier to read

In May, 1996, I went to Omaha for a Berkshire Hathaway shareholders meeting, where among other things, Warren Buffett entertained by playing the ukulele --- which he truly played remarkably well!  A virtuoso, in fact.

And we had this correspondence.

This is a poem I wrote and cover letter I sent him after the meeting, and also his response, newest first!

https://documentcloud.adobe.com/link/track?uri=urn%3Aaaid%3Ascds%3AUS%3A726e7f4c-9616-4883-a32c-c36c5ca27405

Monday, May 13, 1996

Warren Buffet Correspondence, 1996

I attended the Berkshire-Hathaway Annual Meeting in May, 1996.
A highlight of this meeting was a film of Mr. Warren Buffett playing the ukulele, accompanying a classical soprano.  It was a virtuoso performance and I wrote to express my appreciation.

This link has the correspondence and it is also below.

https://documentcloud.adobe.com/link/track?uri=urn%3Aaaid%3Ascds%3AUS%3A726e7f4c-9616-4883-a32c-c36c5ca27405 

________________________






Saturday, October 21, 1995

My Olivetti Typewriter Attends Johns Hopkins



At Johns Hopkins School of Public Health in 1988-1989 I didn't have my own computer like everyone else.  I was writing all of my papers on an elderly Olivetti portable.   I got a paper back from a class with Dr. Fitzhugh Mullen, written either by Dr. Mullen or his assistant Dr. Mary Anderson.   It had a very nice grade but also a note that I should "euthanize my typewriter!" and this was my response!  
















Friday, October 20, 1995

For Ruthanne DeWolfe, 1995

January 6, 1995

Ruthanne had some foot surgery requiring time in bed. Keebler Elves refer to Keebler Cookies I brought her along with some cute running socks!  Ruthanne is an accomplished musician as well as a serious runner and an awesomely effective lawyer!!  
~~~~~~~~~~~~

What are fleet and sweet and neat?
We know the answer: Ruthanne's feet!
They got a nip and and tuck today,
To straighten up toes gone astray!

So, briefly, our Ruthanne's domain,
Will be the Land of Counterpaane,
With pillows at her feet and head,
And many books yet to be read.

And busy neighbors (who can cook).
And phones a'ringing off the hook,
The folks for whom she does so much,
Will have a chance to show their touch.

The "Keebler Elves" and Joanie too,
Hope these tunes will tickle you.
The socks are for another day,
To practice pleasant hours away.

No better tribute, goodness knows,
For ten courageous tippy toes!

With lots of love and good wishes for rapid healing!

Joan