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I want it to be as a quail.

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As an art dealer I am often asked for my expertise in determining the value of a work of art or antique passed on to them by Aunt Minnie or Grandpa Frank; the interrogator of the moment appears to hope that by meeting me that they have stumbled into their own Road Show host who is about to make them rich for a month or two.

Of course a competent appraiser is competent not because of on-the-spot knowledge but by competency as a researcher. To carry that much stuff around in ones’s head, even as a specialist in one small area would drive most people mad. Add to that the fact that such knowledge is amended every second of every hour and we have light-years of information to edit.

And that’s how it is with life in general for all of us. In our professional lives we learn how to research and maybe we pick up a few tidbits of stable factoids which help to enhance our aura of concern in our supposed area of expertise. And in our personal lives we solve the most difficult research problems by adopting the views of whatever groups seem to influence us the most.

And on it goes.

If I return for another crack at life I want it to be as a quail.

No particular reason; I just like and respect quails.

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There’s a quail in this picture somewhere.

 

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I AM / I DO

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I AM / I DO

One person affirms:  “Affirmations don’t work for me”.

Another person avers that any thought, which occupies a person’s mind more than once is an affirmation.

Thus affirmed, this thought is destined to become an idea to be developed.

This idea will become a value, a bias, a prejudice.

This idea may become a work of art, a grand design, another life.

This idea will have by this time, helped to define a personality.

This idea will change the world.

HELPING OTHERS

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“If you seek to aid everyone that suffers in the galaxy, you will only weaken yourself… and weaken them. It is the internal struggles, when fought and won on their own, that yield the strongest rewards. You stole that struggle from them, cheapened it. If you care for others, then dispense with pity and sacrifice and recognize the value in letting them fight their own battles. And when they triumph, they will be even stronger for the victory.” 

Darth Traya (Kreia)

 

A real conversation that took place in May, 1994:

Alfred: What will you do when you lose this store? 

Lee:  I’ll sleep in my station wagon, swim at the Biltmore and eat at AJ’s.

Alfred: What’ll ya do for money?

Lee: I’ll have fifty thousand dollars stuffed in my pillow.

 

 

 

THEN AND NOW

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“In 1967 I packed my family into two black automobiles, with no air-conditioning, the larger of the two pulling a U-Haul trailer. When we left Oklahoma City it was spring, the flowers were blooming, the elms were at their greenest. We took one last look at that carefully trimmed front yard and were soon on Interstate 40 which was still being constructed. Two days later we found ourselves by the side of the road. It was summer at its worst.

The brakes on the newly rebuilt Corvair were falling apart. (The car had spent three months in the Automotive class at Northeast High School in OKC.) As I began my self-taught lesson in brake reconstruction, the Ford overheated. How is that possible? The engine wasn’t even running. And apparently springtime in the Valley of the Sun was observed at an earlier time than those of us living in The Great Plains.

By sundown I had resolved the Corvair brake mystery and the Ford was cooled off enough to add antifreeze and water from one of the containers brought along for drinking.

We lived in a mobile home the first few days in Phoenix and quickly found a nice roomy apartment near Encanto Park

The first Phoenix decade includes divorce, marriage, divorce again, collecting some additional hours on campus, establishing Valley Staging Company, Inc., and beginning a succession of retail stores, all of which bore the name Lee Broom this or that. The second two decades focused on marriage again, divorce again, re-establishing my retail presence which was abruptly interrupted by divorce, co-founding with the cooperation of a female business colleague, what would become a well-known, highly successful Children’s Theater in Scottsdale, AZ and subsequent ouster by what turned out to be another irritable female. I wrote a musical, promoted the musical, scrapped the musical. I built a radio broadcasting presence which continues today. I was and am a popular volunteer radio host for SunSounds of Arizona, a not-for-profit public service for the blind, and I was a still yet more popular radio host for a couple of for-profit radio stations which failed to make any profits whatever and so are a part of a history remembered by few.

In late 2008 the stock market stumbled, tumbled and began to crumble. Like the fall of the Berlin wall the rubble of failed business scattered the streets. Unlike the poor metaphor however, freedom was not the reward except for those few miserable self-defeating souls who suddenly had reason to shout with self-righteous anger “It isn’t fair.” (I’m certain to post about this eventually.)

Within a year, six blocks of Scottsdale art galleries had failed. Those properties are now filled with a variety of eateries. Having already left the Scottsdale Art District, working from home as an Art Dealer specializing in second market, hand-pulled lithographs and an eclectic variety of other valuables I did not suffer the loss of millions as did many of my colleagues. The art market has not improved. In fact very little improvement in the financial ills of America has emerged at all. America’s capitol has simply changed pockets. Apple has given the world the power to rebel and has amassed unbelievable rewards because of it. And I have revived a skill they I developed during my retail years, during which time I wrote dozens upon dozens of successful press releases for my businesses and I am blogging daily and writing a series of books with a shared title and individual subtitles.

So, that’s it for today. I apologize for not remembering the ending to my previous post and who knows what tomorrow will bring. I can tell you this much; there will be change and lots of it.

PS: Three years ago a business acquaintance of mine captured my name as a dot.com. Months later my internet presence was replaced as leebroom.com. My work history and reputation as a designer of interiors, original furniture designs and picture framing techniques, now belonged to a different Lee Broom in London England. My friends kid me about the possibility of an unknown tryst; this young man looks very much like me at age thirty. These are the friends who did not know the story of my adoption. Perhaps it was coincidence. Perhaps a business blunder was involved; perhaps something worse. But as a man with decades of business experience, I know how to start a new career and succeed, even in times like these.

BROTHER HOGAN’S HEROS.

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Photography Olivia Newton John

 

Brother Lawrence Hogan was a  man of great influence and a man of even greater kindness. In the rooms he was just Larry. To those who knew him he was the kind of guy that Robert Ludlum modeled his lead characters after. But unlike the dashing,  Ludlumesque heroes, Larry’s stories were true.

Without Brother Lawrence’s powers of political persuasion for example, the Franciscan Renewal Center would still be a getaway for those with something to hide. It would still be a resort owned by underworld figures.

And because of Larry I learned to mingle with the Rich and Famous. And because of Larry I now have stories to tell and ideas to sell.
And because of Larry and others like him I can do what I do without a drink in my hand.

But perhaps the most important thing that my friend ever taught me was how to be a man.

When he was in his early seventies it was decided by Church Superiors that he was no longer useful and that it was time to enter a nursing home.

I helped him to dispose of what few material goods he still had; in his late forties he had already given his millions to The Church, resigned his post with the United States Diplomatic Corps and entered into service as a Franciscan Friar. His Windsor knot was replaced by a Brotherly Bolo tie, his Washington  D. C. black striped  suit by a large brown bag and a rope around his middle.

Larry planned every detail of his transition from being needed to not;  when I finally delivered him curbside to the Catholic Institution that was to become responsible for his care he was greeted with the pomp and propriety one would expect for a Bishop or better.

Life as he knew it ended for Brother Lawrence the moment he passed through the portal of his new home.

Within days Brother Lawrence Hogan lost his mind.

Within days Brother Lawrence Hogan lost his life.

As one of Brother Hogan’s Heroes  what did I learn from his last lesson?

When those around me start regarding me as a service committment perhaps it is time to re-evaluate.

Am I serving others or myself?

Am I at peace with myself?

Age discrimination, bias, choices, ethics, ideas, love

 

I want it to be as a quail.

Lee_Broom

As an art dealer I am often asked for my expertise in determining the value of a work of art or antique passed on to them by Aunt Minnie or Grandpa Frank; the interrogator of the moment appears to hope that by meeting me that they have stumbled into their own Road Show host who is about to make them rich for a month or two.

Of course a competent appraiser is competent not because of on-the-spot knowledge but by competency as a researcher. To carry that much stuff around in ones’s head, even as a specialist in one small area would drive most people mad. Add to that the fact that such knowledge is amended every second of every hour and we have light-years of information to edit.

And that’s how it is with life in general for all of us. In our professional lives we learn how to research and maybe we pick up a few tidbits of stable factoids which help to enhance our aura of concern in our supposed area of expertise. And in our personal lives we solve the most difficult research problems by adopting the views of whatever groups which seem to influence us the most.

And on it goes.

If I return for another crack at life I want it to be as a quail.

No particular reason.

I like and respect quails.

That’s all.