Dear Dean Magazine Issue 4

DEAR DEAN 

M A G A Z I N E 

J U S T I C E 

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JACKSON 

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JUSTICE KETANJI BROWN 

JACKSON, CONFIRMED! 

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DEAR DEAN FEATURED BLOG 

"Moving Out" by Myron J. Clifton 

GUEST SPOTLIGHT 

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HELLO FROM MYRON 

Supreme Court Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson has a nice ring to it. A nice equality ring. An overdue ring 

that finally sounded, echoing from centuries past, reverberating through reconstruction, segregation, 

Dred Scot, Brown vs. Board, Civil Rights, and every Constitutional Amendment. 

Though her swearing in will not come until June or July, history was made on April 7th, 2022. It was a 

long time coming, and it was right on time. President Biden promised to nominate a Black woman to 

the Supreme Court, and he delivered. 

The war “against” the Ukrainian people rages on as the Russian Military carries out war crimes and 

terrorism on a scale folk imagined but maybe didn’t want to believe would actually happen. Read an 

essay from a Eugene L., a Russian-American. 

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should listen to their podcast. Hear from various members of The Joyful Warrior Podcast Network – 

JWPN – and learn why the group is looking to set the podcast world on fire with their unique approach 

to podcasting. 

It may be 2022, but Period Piece viewing is again all the rage with Bridgerton S2 bringing back the heat, 

The Gilded Age pushing boundaries, and a little-known fan favorite, Austenland, still generating laughs 

and surprises. 

Check out What I Am Streaming. Superheroes with mental health issues? Yes, and yes. As long as how it 

is talked about and handled is done with appropriate seriousness and is not exploitative. Check out our 

review of Moon Night. 

Privileged wealthy people starting crappy businesses that destroy lives is an entire genre now and 

we’ve got a look at some of the best “worst” businesspeople who should be locked up and scorned. 

Finally, check out the Blog of the Month in which I share my experiences working in the Senior Living 

industry. Happy Spring!

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TOTM 

Watching white senators lob inappropriate and 

insulting questions at Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson 

during her confirmation hearings. 

Never forget that when white men wanted wet nurses, 

Nannie’s, free labor, sex, rape, housekeepers, children 

to work the fields, confidantes, mistresses, and 

therapists since 1619 they used Black women. 

Ever since Black woman got free, they’ve targeted 

Black woman more than anyone else for revenge. We 

too often focus on white men vs Black men as a study 

in all things American. 

But I’ve always believed America’s issues are in the 

diametrically opposed Black women and white men. 

Race, gender, class, and the obvious- colorism that has 

its roots in white men raping Black women 

The fight against supremacy, racism, enslavement, is 

best told through the lens of freeing an entire race’s 

gender from bondage and the subsequent codification 

of what the partially freed were allowed to do. 

The “Ain’t I a woman” age which, truth be told, Black 

women still reside as they fight for recognition of their 

humanity. 

The violence against Black men, while comprehensive, 

is, one may argue, not as extensive as that perpetrated 

against Black women. 

BW birthed two nations Black & mixed & raised a 

third -white. And for that, we don’t even honor them 

as, what a few of my book’s call - Founding Mothers 



TOTM 

We can’t even get one Black woman on a coin or as 

Governor. None currently in Senate. 

And though we have a Black woman as Vice President 

and though she beloved globally and by *most of her 

party, she is absolutely hated by near everyone else. 

The same folk who hated Michelle and now hate 

Ketanji. There’s a theme. 

I have written that America will not advance until white 

men accept Black women as equals. Not Black men, 

Black women. 

Seeing republicans loudly proclaiming Kentanji Brown 

Jackson qualified but refusing to vote for her is a 

continuation of enslavement thinking she’s good 

enough to raise my children, tend my wife and be my 

“sexual” equal, but she’s not human or worthy of 

citizenship or any iota of respect. 

It’s obvious, isn’t it? 

The “threat” imagined is the threat of equality and 

equity by the very race and gender they’ve spent 400 

years convincing themselves and the world are 

neither. 

In 2022 we’ve barely started speaking the most 

fundamental requests: listen to Black women, protect 

Black women, and more than anyone, white men are 

apoplectic at that. 

But let’s be clear- so are white women and so are, 

surprising not a single Black woman, Black men. As has 

been said.… “Cis Black men are the white people of 

Black people”.. we are most of the problem in our 

community. Not our lgbqti+ family, not Black women, 

not mixed Black folk. 

It is straight Black males who too often just want to 

take the place of white men in subjugation of Black 

women. 



TOTM 

White men will feed that and use it to deny us all 

agency and true freedom but too many cis Black men 

do not care as long as ascendancy is promised. So 

whether Oprah is blamed for Oz or Phil, or Jada for 

will, or Ciara for choosing a loving man, or even if Kim 

is blamed for Kanye or your Black woman co-worker is 

blamed for not being a “team player” for going 

drinking with all white teammates; when we need a 

Crown Act so Black women can comfortably exist, 

sorta, in white spaces, when we know we pay Black 

women (and Latino women) significantly less than 

white men, then America will keep on keeping on. 

Ketanji Brown Jackson will be the Supreme Court. Vice 

President Kamala Devi Harris will continue doing 

outstanding work, and that Black woman, mother, 

single, regular old round the way Black girl will continue 

being the foundation of a nation too afraid to see and 

acknowledge what is holding it up. 




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As Director of Marketing at a high end senior living 

community, I helped many seniors and their families 

navigate the detailed and complex requirements 

demanded by industry and state regulators. 

The labyrinth of forms, medical requirements, calls, 

emails, text messages, tours, lunches, re-tours, and 

many phone calls at all hours of the day, night, and 

holidays from desperate family members looking for 

a nurturing and caring guide to help them place their 

parent or loved one in a safe, friendly, warm 

environment were never ending but always 

welcomed. 

Meeting a family for the first time was a thrill and a 

new puzzle to unravel, a new kaleidoscope in which 

to find a pattern, a new equation to solve. There is a 

certain thrill in meeting a skeptical family for the first 

time and hearing them discuss their needs, and their 

parent’s needs—I had to listen for both because we 

are not only trying to satisfy seniors, but also their 

adult children who are incredibly demanding 

advocates for their loved one. 

As they should be. 

Diane wanted to move her dad from Washington to 

California. He and her mom had retired in Washington 

State following his career as a professional hockey 

player. After her mom’s death, Diane wanted her dad 

closer to her. His memory was failing, he was diagnosed 

with dementia and was all alone far away from her and 

the remainder of his family. 

add on dementia, airports, covid restrictions, and 

masking requirements, and you can imagine all the 

confusion and stress she and her dad experienced. 

But Diane did it, and we welcomed her dad, Dave, to the 

community one Saturday afternoon. We’d decorated his 

room with his favorite hockey memorabilia and family 

pictures, put his favorite treats and snacks on his counters, 

placed his wife’s favorite flowers at his table in the dining 

area, and played his favorite movie that night. All of the 

welcome amenities were a surprise to Diane—it is how we 

did things, because we are welcoming Diane in as much as 

we were welcoming in Dave. 

Dave was an easy resident to care for. He was a large, 

strapping man, but long past his hockey-playing days. His 

hockey career had taken a toll on his brain and his legs and 

knees, so that he could no longer stand or walk. He spent 

all day in a wheelchair, needed help transferring from bed 

to chair, toilet, shower chair, and needed help dressing and 

undressing. He only took a few medications, mostly for 

sleep assistance, and the caregivers liked spending time 

with him. He was only sixty-four but as an avid hockey 

player since childhood, his brain endured… a lot. I cannot 

say that his dementia was caused by repeated head blows 

for thirty years but I have strong suspicions. On most days 

the large quiet man with the soft voice would say hello to 

me. Though he didn’t know the names of most of the staff, 

he had remembered mine. 

We spent three months together working through the 

move-in process. Moving a senior is always hard, then 



The staff noticed that every day around four o’clock 

Dave would wheel himself to a wall and stop and 

stare. He would sit there for fifteen to thirty 

minutes, every day without fail. He wouldn’t talk or 

show much emotion. He would just sit and stare at 

the blank wall. One day as I walked the community 

and saw Dave in his usual late afternoon position in 

front of a blank wall, I walked over to him. I stood 

quiet a moment beside him but within his view to see 

if he would notice and say something. We were both 

still for a few more minutes before I quietly asked: 

“What do you see?” A moment passed before Dave’s 

soft voice replied, “My wife, Mary.” 

I stayed with him until he decided to turn and wheel 

away. 

Later that afternoon I called his daughter and told 

her the story. I could hear her voice shaking as she 

said, “My mom used to take the ferry to work and 

every day my dad would drive to the ferry and wait 

for her.” She had passed seven years earlier, and it 

had been maybe twenty since he had last picked her 

up from the ferry. 

Diane was comforted by the story, and I was 

reminded that diseases of the mind do not erase all 

the joy. 

How did I get here? 

I worked in the senior industry for seven years, after 

spending thirty-four years in corporate America. As a 

high-school dropout, to get my first job I lied about my 

age and was hired by a major communication company as 

a customer service agent in a call center. I was only 17 but 

fully ready to be an adult and pay my way at home with 

my mom. 

In 1984, I was twenty and my mom passed away, and I 

quit the job that was paying me $25,000. It was the first 

of many times I walked away from a job because I needed 

to care for my mental health. 

But twenty years later, my successful corporate career 

had me traveling 70,000 miles per quarter, attending 

meetings and sales conferences, visiting all my assigned 

territory locations, and going to company events all over 

the Americas. 

When my daughter was born in 2005, I took a year off. 

After, I resumed my hectic travel and work pace, until 

early one morning in 2009, as I tried to sneak out without 

waking my four-year-old, she woke up and said 

pleadingly: “Daddy, please don’t go.“ 

And in a child’s act of desperation, she untied my tie, 

thinking without my tie I would not leave. 

I was crushed, but I left. 

Two weeks later I quit the highest paying job I ever had so 

I could spend time with my daughter. 

After trying different jobs that allowed me time to be 

home and not travel, I discovered the senior care 

industry. It fit my needs and skills, and I fit what the 

industry wanted: Senior management experience, sales 



experience and, refreshingly, after being interviewed by 

very young managers in different industries, age, as I 

was now fifty. 

This is an industry that values older workers. When 

talking with the adult children of seniors, it helps to be 

able to identify with people who have aging parents, are 

selling homes, dealing with medical issues, insurance 

coverage, and other “grown-up” matters that younger 

people may not possess early in their careers. 

It’s an interesting industry demographically: Most of the 

residents are white women, because women live longer, 

and white women tend to have funds and resources 

from their deceased husbands and extended family. 

Most of the care workers are also women, with a 

significant portion being women of color. Most of the 

management is white. 

Price drives expectations 

The senior industry is a growing industry and, more 

specifically, the luxury private senior community 

industry is a growing industry. We have all read the 

stories about the tens of millions of boomers who are 

retiring and dying, facilitating the largest transfer of 

wealth in history. That transfer of wealth is what is 

driving the senior living industry as private companies 

vie for their portion of that wealth. 

see these things when they visit communities. Add in 

grand entrance ways, modern designs and furniture 

and appliances, physical and occupational therapy, 

and 24 hour concierge—senior communities aren’t 

the warehouse-style nursing homes from the past. 

Luxury and well-appointed apartments cost between 

$4k – $7k per month, with higher-end ones in 

exclusive cities going as high as $12k per month! 

When you add in the cost of care—some communities 

bundle the costs while others itemize—families can 

expect to pay an additional $500 to $6k per month. 

Most residents have retirement, long-term care 

insurance, the proceeds from the sale of a home, a 

savings account, and some receive assistance from 

their adult children. 

Pricing drives the expectations and the better 

communities deliver service commensurate with the 

prices. 

But many communities fall short, and the reason 

primarily is a shortage of staff. 

Senior communities offering large luxury apartments, 

fine dining, transportation to/from doctor’s 

appointments, guided outings, and even individual town 

car services are standard now. Many add in multiple 

highly skilled chefs, all-day dining, in-house cafes’, full 

sized gyms and yoga studios, swimming pools, 

gardening areas, pet care, full service salons, daily live 

entertainment, movie theaters, chapels and libraries, 

which are all popular. Some family members expect to 



Covid exacerbated the already difficult task of finding 

people to become dining and housekeeping employees. 

But nothing is worse post-covid than the daily struggle 

communities have to hire and retain caregivers. No 

matter what any community tells you during an open 

house or an interviewing process, the truth is they are 

all struggling now with caregiver staffing levels and the 

effect that has on morale, timely resident care, and 

overall stress levels of the entire community. 

Carol hated her large studio apartment and frequently 

complained that she wanted to move into a first floor 

1-bedroom apartment. She was fairly independent but 

she was frequently angry at everyone for everything, 

large and small. I encountered her one balmy Saturday 

afternoon when I passed her in the hall and she turned 

to me yelling “You! You are renting all the 1-bedroom 

apartments and I want the one that is empty!” 

I knew the apartment she spoke about and though it 

was unoccupied, it was not a 1-bedroom. She wouldn’t 

hear me though, and through a stream of profanity and 

yelling, insisted I show her the apartment right then so 

she could prove me wrong. 

Quietly answering, “Okay,” I walked with her to the 

apartment which was in a different hallway. For the 

entire walk, Carol screamed, cursed, and blamed me 

for ignoring her requests for years about moving to a 

larger apartment. 

At this point I had only known Carol for a few months. 

We reached the apartment, I unlocked the room and, as 

she pushed past me, I stood still as she walked into the 

room, her anger still covering her face and body. 

Standing in the living room and turning her head to me she 

yelled “Get in here!” with so much anger and expectation of 

immediate compliance. 

I quietly responded, “Please do not talk to me that way.” 

Carol’s face registered so much anger but instead of 

saying more to me, it was that moment that she 

recognized that she was in fact standing in another 

studio like the one she was living in, and not a 1- 

bedroom apartment like she had insisted the apartment 

was. 

I remained quiet, preferring to allow her to process the 

moment on her own instead of stating the obvious 

which surely were not needed in that moment. Carol 

looked to me again and stated, this time with a much 

softer yet defeated voice: “Put me on the list for a 

downstairs 1-bedroom apartment.” She then brushed 

past me and stormed off to her apartment where she 

opened then slammed the door so hard, I thought 

perhaps she had broken the door. 

It was a month after Carol had slammed the door when a 

1-bedroom apartment became available (this is how we 

soften the language to make what we do more palatable 

– someone died.) 

In the weeks since Carol had screamed and cursed out 

me, every time I saw her, I smiled and waved. It was 

authentic since I made a habit of saying hello to seniors, 

especially those who I had helped move in. At first Carol 

did not wave back or return my “Good morning” with 

her own. On this day I decided to look for Carol and 

show her the apartment. Hearing that she was in the 

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theatre playing in the Wii bowling tournament, I 

whispered for her attention. 

I let her know the apartment was available and though 

it needed work, I wanted to give her first chance to 

claim it before it went back on the market. 

Carol was quiet and then I noticed a tear. She 

whispered “Thank you. My husband won’t pay for it but 

I appreciate you telling me.” 

I told her I would always let her know first when there 

was an open apartment. 

She went back to playing Wii. 

Covid raised already high stress levels 

Families rightly expect to get the care and services 

they are paying for, and at times, they are unforgiving 

regarding the effect covid has had on caregiving staff. 

Most families understand, but there are those who 

refuse to accept that this industry isn’t immune from 

society’s issues, that it is licensed by the state, and that 

it is a for-profit business. 

Even as companies sent their workers home or set 

them up from home offices, caregivers at senior 

facilities were expected to continue providing care 

even while they were exposed to the deadly virus all 

day every day. Families of residents were working from 

home and forbidden from visiting family members 

during the worst of the pandemic, and it was terrible… 

but workers were expected to be at work. 

Despite all the “Heroes work here” signs plastered 

outside the communities, Americans didn’t actually 

treat caregivers as heroes. It feels like they treated my 

co-workers as a prop, a fad—sending a brief moment of 

thank you with small increases in pay that are supposed 

to mitigate the risk of sickness and death for hourly 

workers who made so much of the country function for 

middle and upper class people. 

The appreciation faded quickly, and the extra pay ended 

as states re-opened by ending mask mandates for most 

of society except senior living. Annual increases for 

hourly workers this year range from .15 – .25 per hour, 

not enough to make up for losing the pandemic pay that 

ended even though the pandemic hasn’t gone away and 

certainly the effects of the pandemic haven’t subsided. 

The demand to return to work was meaningless to 

people who never had the chance to work from home in 

the first place. 

The imbalance caused the expected stresses as family 

members were not required to wear masks in public, but 

still required to wear a mask inside our communities as 

we are licensed by the state and the states say masks 

are required. 

All the videos we’ve seen of Americans losing their shit 

in Walmart and Target, at train stations and airports, in 

restaurants and at bars… also played out at senior 

communities with outbursts by family members tired of 

us requiring them to check in with proof of vaccination, 

a temperature check, and reminders to wear their 

masks. 



While most families complied without incident, there 

were far too many ugly instances of middle aged mostly 

white people yelling at younger mostly women of color 

who were doing the jobs required of them by their 

middle aged white bosses. 

To be a POC and caught in the middle of a class, control, 

and health war between white people is not a fun place 

to be. 

Our staff has spent an inordinate amount of time gently 

reminding visitors to wear a mask, stop to sign in to 

have their temperature taken, and to show proof of 

vaccination, only to be met with anger and derision 

snide remarks and ugly looks, before they determine 

their desire to see a loved one is more important than 

taking a useless stand. 

As the only member of the executive team not a woman, 

and as a taller and larger Black male, my role evolved to 

also provide a type of “security” and reinforcement to 

obey the rules or leave. Forty-one years of working my 

way up and now I’ve added security to my resume 

because Americans cannot be counted on to be decent 

people. 

Move outs and move ins 

uncertainty. Those people in my role who knew to 

empathize and understand what families were 

experiencing tended to be most successful. 

Finding seniors can be a challenge, even without 

covid. On average I received forty leads each month. 

They come from national placement agents from 

companies such as A Place for Mom and Caring.com, 

local placement agents, skilled nursing facilities, our 

own website, and neighbors who know who we are 

and where we are. I maintained four to five-hundred 

leads in my database and through phone calls, emails, 

and text messages, I hosted three to five tours/retours 

a week. By month’s end on average five families 

moved in. 

Seniors can be afraid to move and may have 

apprehensions based on how the older versions of 

the senior industry used to look. Warehousing 

seniors in large buildings, everyone in a chair or 

wheelchair, lined against a wall while a television 

blasts daytime reruns. Food worse than school food, 

and inattentive and overwhelmed helpers. 

As I’ve already pointed out, today’s senior 

communities are as far from those images as we are 

from horse and wagon. 

As a Director of Sales, I have sales goals imposed on me, 

Covid was devastating to the industry and to folk like 

and for most of my time in this industry I’ve been 

me. The national deaths hit the industry hard, and 

expected to move in three residents per month. 

whatever number you have read, it’s lower than 

Attrition is generally two residents per month, so 

reality. We have seen residents get covid, “recover” 

getting three assures growth, and increasing the census 

and then pass away a few days or weeks after. Those 

and revenue is the goal of any for-profit industry. 

deaths are not counted as covid-related though they 

should be. We have seen thriving healthy seniors 

I have averaged four move-ins per month, and this past 

contract covid, and after recovering they are never 

year averaged close to five. I don’t include those results 

the same and pass away quietly. And when they have 

to brag but to show that there was an environment of 

passed away, they have “moved out.” 

growth even with covid, lockdowns, and societal 



Over the past six months, fifty-three percent of the 

move-outs in my community were due to seniors dying. 

Most of the remaining move-outs were due to seniors 

needing a higher level of care than what we could 

provide. Six move-outs per month for a sustained 

period shocked the local employees. To uppermanagement 

it was only seen as our failure to move in 

enough people to account for the move outs. (“Moveouts” 

most often mean “death” but not saying so 

softens the emotional impact. It turns humans into 

numbers and euphemisms. Aside from death, reasons 

for resident attrition include the need for a higher level 

of care, moving home with family, and moving to a 

competitor community.) 

It was, basically, business as usual. With my experience I 

was not surprised, though I wanted acknowledgment of 

the difficulty of the environment and most of all, the 

emotional and mental stress of having witnessed so 

many deaths. 

Exposing glaring gaps 

But private companies have growth and revenue For an industry that promotes its humanity, the internal 

targets to hit and, covid be damned, they will drive response to overwhelming death has been sorely 

performance and hold employees accountable to those lacking. 

stretch goals all private for-profit companies push. 

To be staff or administrators at the ground level, work 

My local executive and I were called to meet with with families for months to get them to move in, get to 

executives to strategize about how to increase sales to know the senior for months and years only to see that 

counter the high number of move-outs. My role was to senior pass away, and then receive no recognition of the 

bring residents in; the executive director, chef, emotional toll we face, exposes a glaring gap in the 

concierge, nurse, facilities, activities, fitness, and industry. Staff are expected to go about their day and do 

staffing leaders are expected to provide the level of the job, suppress their grief at losing a senior who 

care and service the company promises so residents shared personal stories, who cried at being left alone 

don’t leave. The directive we were given when faced away from extended family, who expressed humor, 

with all of these “move-outs”? Sell more, bring in more anger, sadness, and grief to housekeepers, wait staff, 

residents, do more home visits, call more, text more, and other employees. 

tour more, get more revenue. 

The day they die we are told to move on, get the 

At the meeting, an executive, having recognized the apartment emptied and prepared for showing. Clean it, 

above facts seemingly for the first time, casually and in paint it, refresh it, and get a new resident in it. 

that unique American businessperson response, said: 

“Well, you just have to move in seven people per Feeling sad and depressed at losing that lovely greatgrandmother 

month then.” 

you’ve been caring for the past few years? 

Grieve on your own time, don’t be late from your break, 

Responding instinctively and from the heart I said and get back to your job. 

quietly: “I can’t outsell death.” 



Our community has a chapel that is used by local clergy 

for services, prayer, and visits with residents and their 

family. The chapel is open to all religious leaders. Our 

community receives daily visits from hospice company 

reps who find clients in our communities/industry. The 

visits are usually short with coffee, fruits, and gifts part 

of the tactic the reps use to gain favor with the 

community leaders so we will think of their hospice 

company when one of our seniors become candidates. 

Despite consistent visits from five or more hospice 

companies and multiple local clergy, there are no grief 

provisions provided to employees to help them 

process the grief many experience when they see the 

seniors they care for die. 

Care has become more difficult through covid; seniors 

rebelled against social distancing, lockdowns, and 

limited visits from families, and finding and keeping 

workers also became more difficult. These and other 

factors made meeting company growth goals more 

difficult as families kept seniors away from assisted 

living and memory care facilities believing they were 

safer at home. 

And the families of younger employees began asking 

them to stop working for senior communities for fear 

they would contract covid and bring it home to their 

own loved ones. 

Acknowledging losses 

In trying to recover growth and revenues from two 

years of covid, many communities raised rates, following 

the script of other industries. 

Higher rates pull along higher service expectations by 

families, so any issue, not matter how small, is reacted to 

with the type of complaining intensity usually reserved 

for only the most egregious issues. Families overly 

stressed by society’s covid response—whatever their 

beliefs- take it out on hourly workers who have no 

control over the rules, regulations, or local 

requirements. 

t took nine months for Alice to finally move in. She lived 

independently in a home in a gated community for 

seniors. She was a widow, having lost her husband, a 

former highway patrol officer, of forty years to suicide 

after he found out he had inoperable cancer. She found 

him in their bathroom. 

Both her adult children had passed as well. She and her 

husband had a business that she worked on selling 

before she sold her home and moved with us. She and I 

talked every couple of weeks before it was finally time 

for her to move. She was a self-described “mean old 

broad” and she really was. Originally from New York, 

she had zero patience and could still curse like a sailor, 

she would say. 

When it was time to move, she asked me to work with 

her moving company, and when they were late to her 

home, she asked that I come help. Something the almost 

all white executive team does not understand, is what a 

request like this means from the viewpoint of a Black 

person. I made it a point to not go to senior’s homes 

even though it was a requirement of my job to do so. I 

never felt safe to be in a senior’s home alone due to the 

opportunity to be accused, to scare, to have police called 

by nosey neighbors, and other reasons. 



But with Alice I felt safe because she and I had spoken 

for months but mostly because I knew the moving 

company would be there at the same time. 

I arrived and she immediately put me to work as a type 

of project manager overseeing the moving company. 

We got it done and she moved in to a large 2-bedroom 

apartment. 

After couple of weeks, I visited Alice to see how she 

was doing. I had gotten wind that she was “mean” to 

the staff. I knew she could be tough, so I wanted to see 

for myself how things were going. 

Entering her apartment, I could see plates of uneaten food 

litter her kitchen and seating areas. 

“I see you are enjoying the food.” I said hoping a little 

humor would soften what I knew would be a profanity 

filled response. 

Alice’s profanity lit of my ears and her apartment. After a 

while I asked, sarcastically: “Have you used up your 

monthly quota of curse words, old lady?” 

Alice laughed and I sat with her for an hour listening to her 

complain about everything and anything, but mostly the 

food and how it was always cold when delivered to her 

apartment which was, per her request, the furthest from 

the restaurant. 

“Why don’t you go to the restaurant, I am certain it will be 

hot when delivered to your table?” 

“Because I don’t want to sit with old people who sit in 

wheelchairs and who have oxygen tanks!” 

Mind you, Alice was in a wheelchair and used an oxygen 

tank. 

“Okay, look, am going to take you to lunch next 

Saturday, okay? I’ll come pick you up at noon so be 

ready.” 

“Well, okay, then, it’s a date. Don’t be late.” She laughed 

as I left her apartment. 

I knew Alice was lonely and hadn’t taken the time to 

leave her apartment since moving in. 

I showed up the following Saturday and Alice was ready to 

go. Her hair was done, she was dressed and I even saw that 

she had make-up on. 

“Come on, mean old broad, let’s go eat.” I said as I pushed 

her and her oxygen tank out of the apartment and into the 

first of three long hallways leading to the restaurant. 

I had prepared the restaurant staff for our visit so they 

greeted us upon arrival and sat us at the center table where I 

knew she would be able to see everything. 

Alice was the picture of manners, as seniors greeted her as 

they went to their seats, the wait staff fawned over her 

telling her they had been waiting to meet her. 

Watching and listening to Alice get to meet other seniors, 

pleasantly talk about. the food, the scenery, weather, and 

other small-talk, was wonderful. As we ate she talked of the 

meal that she was enjoying, the desserts – she had two, and 

how lovely everyone was to her. 



After lunch I took her back to her apartment and 

thanked her for letting me dine with her. She 

expressed her gratitude and asked if we could go 

“Once a month.” 

“Of course, I’ve love to, I replied truthfully.” 

When I returned to work the following Tuesday, I was 

told Alice had passed. She had started feeling bad 

Sunday, went to the hospital Monday morning, and by 

Monday evening, had passed. We didn’t know it at the 

time, but she had passed from Covid. 

A few days later her lone relative—her husband’s nephew 

from Mississippi—came to collect her things. I introduced 

myself and he replied “Myron. I am happy to meet you. My 

aunt talked about you and said “Myron is so nice.” 

We had a good laugh about his aunt, the “tough old broad” 

and before I left, he handed me a wooden chest that was 

the size of a large breadbox. He said his aunt had left a 

note to give it to me. He wasn’t certain where she had got 

the wooden chest or how long she had it, but he wanted to 

honor her wishes. 

I waited until I was alone to read the note. It was written in 

cursive of the type older people were taught in school, 

flowing curving dramatic lines that added meaning to 

whatever words they were conveying: 

To Myron — From a tough old broad 

That was all it said. I like to think she was laughing a 

devious laugh when she wrote it. 

I keep the wooden chest next to my bookcase. 

Yes, it’s personal 

I lost my oldest brother last year in June. He died after 

being run over by a very large truck at a gas station. He 

was crushed and the driver drove away but was 

captured and charged with three felonies. I took the 

company benefit of three work days off to attend his 

funeral, be with family, and grieve. Then I was back at 

work. 

My oldest sibling had passed and I was concerned about 

the census in my community and achieving growth and 

revenue targets. My brother’s death was a reason our 

younger sister fell out of sobriety and dove headfirst 

back into all her addictions. My other brother and I 

navigated lawsuits, our sister’s addiction issues, and our 

own families as we tried to manage our brother’s affairs. 

I needed time to grieve, to process, to understand. 

But I worked in an industry where death creates 

opportunities for more outreach, more marketing, more 

leads, more phone calls, more tours, and more move-ins. 

The abundance of death brought the abundance of 

growth expectations, brought more energetic zoom 

meetings, more weekly reports and all the standard 

corporate actions and activities that are excruciatingly 

necessary toward keeping American business running; 

to fully re-opening society; getting kids back to school, 

and getting growth and revenue accelerating again. 



These are seen as noble and mostly noncontroversial 

endeavors accepted in the world’s leading capitalist 

society whose economy drives a significant percentage 

of the world’s economy, both directly and indirectly. 

The executives in charge of the place I work are 

wonderful leaders full of compassion, empathy, genuine 

concern for leadership staff, who try to make a 

difference in the lives of our residents and families. And 

as in many companies, there is a disconnect between 

the people on the ground working and those in the lofty 

offices where company decisions are made in 

consultation with financial backers beholden to Wall 

Street. 

Janet’s family was exhausted from caring for her, they 

said. After her husband passed she had moved in with 

her eldest daughter, Vivian, who, after a few weeks, 

realized she could not fully care for her mom. Janet was 

too much and needed more care than they could 

provide. Then, Janet had fallen and was now in skilled 

nursing due to be discharged in a few days. With covid 

running rampant, skilled nursing could not keep noncovid 

related patients for extended visits. Working with 

Vivian and skilled nursing, we worked furiously to 

expedite moving Janet to our community by the time 

she was due to be discharged. 

are their daughters, daughters-in-law, granddaughters, 

sisters, nieces, ex-wives, before they are their sons, 

grandsons, nephews. I tell friends and family to be kind 

to the women in their lives, because it will be one of 

them who will see to you as a senior and to the end of 

your life. 

I looked and saw that over the course of just a few days, 

Vivian and I had called one another forty-two times, 

texted eighteen, and traded thirty emails from the first 

time I called her to the text she sent saying she was on 

her way with her mom—she was following the 

ambulance. 

Janet arrived on stretcher and was taken to her apartment, 

Janet and few family members with her. I was in my office 

working with another family when they arrived. I could see 

them in the lobby. 

The next three days were a blur with each day being 

sixteen hours, numerous calls, visits by our nurse to 

skilled nursing, buying some furniture because they 

could not get a mover on short notice, moving other 

furniture we used in one of our models, and worked 

through all the paperwork. 

I looked forward to getting to know Janet. 

After an hour when I had finished with the family I was 

working with, I exited my office and saw Vivian and her 

family. She walked to me and hugged me, saying “Thank 

you” as she squeezed my back. 

The work was exhausting but necessary and Vivian 

worked hand-in-hand with me and my team. Vivian was 

emblematic of the many women like her who do almost 

all the work to move seniors into senior living 

communities. In my experience the person most likely 

to assist and help seniors move to a senior community 

“I am glad Janet made it.” I was relieved to have worked it 

out with the family. 

I saw tears roll down Vivian’s face as she quietly said, “Mom 

just passed.” 



I didn’t get a chance to meet Janet. 

And my company did not pay me commission on the 

move-in because she was…. “Only in the community for 

an hour.” 

Families often come to us later then is optimal, with 

there being a recent triggering event that caused 

concerned, alarm, fear, or all of the above. Many of the 

signs of declines families tell us they are noticing have 

been present for longer than most families will admit 

without prompting. It is perfectly normal and expected 

to want our loved ones to still be the person we knew 

them to be. It can be hard to accept their new reality. 

Time to say good bye 

I recently resigned from my position as Director of 

Marketing for a senior living industry company. 

The combination of so much death inside my 

community, my brother’s death, and my lack of time to 

grieve and process for my own mental health led me to 

making the decision to leave an industry that seems 

perfectly suited to my skills and abilities. 

But sometimes in our careers where we could be is not 

where we should be. And for me this is one of those 

times. 

Earnest had lived in his home for seventy years, the 

same home his parents had lived in all their adult lives. 

He missed his home but after his wife had passed, he 

was no longer able to be alone. 

After he moved in to our senior community, Earnest’s 

neighbors complained he was having “loud parties at all 

hours of the night.” But Earnest, 97, assured us he was 

not having parties in his apartment. “I am a retired 

preacher” he proudly proclaimed whenever asked 

about the loud parties. 

The complaints continued though so we decided to 

check on him in the middle of the night to see what was 

happening. From outside his apartment, we could hear 

the “party” Earnest’s neighbors had complained about. 

The sounds were not a “party” but Earnest’s chosen 

form of entertainment: Adult movies. 

We politely asked him to lower the volume and to use 

his hearing aids. He asked that we not tell his son 

because he didn’t want to let him down. 

The way the industry attends to the seniors in their 

charge is admirable, consistent in effort, if not in 

execution. The same cannot be said for the care the 

industry gives to their employees who manage the day 

to day operations, activities, care, restaurant, and 

housekeeping. 

Like everyone else, seniors will be cranky, disagreeable, 

sick, mean, bullies, racists, misogynists, and irrational. If 

the senior exhibits those personality features prior to 

moving to a senior community, then they will continue 

them. The communities are not communities of Shanggri-la 

that will erase the history of who the person was 

and is, even those affected by dementia. 

If a senior doesn’t get along with their families, doesn’t 

like non-white people, and is disrespectful in their prior 

life, they will be the same in the senior community. And 

though they will pay thousands of dollars per month, the 

people who will be closest to them will be paid wages 

that are barely above minimum wage in most cases. The 

entry level hourly person will help with bathing, 

escorting, dressing, toileting—including cleaning 

incontinence accidents that occur in bed, on floors, and 

in clothing. 



The industry will continue to grow as Americans age 

and the wealthiest and their families seek comfort, care, 

and safe environments for their final years. 

I will miss the earnest leaders who want to make a 

difference in the lives of residents, and the, the 

caregivers and housekeeping staff who work harder 

than everyone to make certain seniors live quality lives. 

I won’t miss the young managers who only see the 

numbers we produce, only talk of the families who have 

issues with our staff, and who only see half-empty 

glasses and last week’s reports. Those managers who 

get excited for the next Zoom meeting, but not the next 

family discussion where families share their entire 

family history as they look for communal acceptance 

and warm embraces from the staff the get to meet and 

talk to every day. 

I will miss the attentive restaurant chef and staff who 

work hard to please seniors, their guests, and even the 

families who feel entitled to way too much. 

But mostly I will miss the quiet old guys who have tips 

on how to grow better tomatoes, how to grill, golf, or 

play an instrument, the mothers, grandmothers, and 

aunties who slip me candy, and those who boss me 

around as I am walking by. I’ll miss the seniors and all 

their stories, quirks and complaints, their desires for 

community or solitude. 

Originally published on Myron J. Clifton's 

blog, Dear Dean on April 5, 2022. 


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E U G E N E L E V I N S O N 

In my opinion, war is sometimes needed and justified. 

In this case, I don’t think either applies. What we see 

here has been a failure of the world to recognize and 

contain an individual with absolute power and 

ambition. You give him a finger; he will want the entire 

arm. Has he ever faced consequences for his previous 

improprieties? When allowed to go unchecked, you get 

what we have between Russia and Ukraine. Seems to 

me, Putin has no fear of any repercussions or 

consequences imposed by the western nations. and 

that makes him unpredictable. With such unlimited 

power concentrated with one person, justification and 

reason do not exist and approval is not needed. 

In fact, disapproval or challenge is eliminated in the 

truest sense of the word – murder. I think the world 

has very limited options, mostly hurting the Russian 

people and not the elite that they intend to stop. In this 

quagmire, the world is walking a tight rope between 

what is right and the possibility of challenging someone 

that has proven to eliminate anyone standing in his 

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reports of big concessions already being made, and 

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Russian government is inevitable. Despite the bravery 

of the Ukrainian people and their president, the 

Russian army is too powerful and experienced in 

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MYRON'S 

HIT OR MISS 

list 

You will either LOVE or HATE being on 

this list. It's time to call out the good, 

bad and the ugly as it happened on 

Twitter. We saw it live with our own 

eyes, and now it's time to review the 

best and the worst... saddle up! 

HIT 

Baseball season started, and Major League Baseball again 

honored Jackie Robinson by allowing all players to wear 

Robinson’s # 42 jersey, this year in white or blue. Seeing his 

number and all the tributes at the start of each season makes the 

opening to the season the best of all major sports. 


MISS 

Baseball season is 162 games long. In 2022, 

nobody wants that many sportsball games. Cut it in 

half and get on with it. 

HIT 

Duchess Megan Markle sparkles at opening to 

Invictus Games with her doting husband Harry. 

Duchess Megan, resplendent in white, with perfect 

hem, cut, color, and style, was the diamond of the 

event in every way. Oh yea, they also visited the 

queen while overseas. 

MISS 

Literally miss, the British tabloids missed that 

Duchess Megan and husband Harry were in town 

to visit the queen for the first time in two years. 

Lol. There were mad-mad but they can stay mad as 

The Duchess once again outplayed, outwitted, and 

outlasted the British tabloids. 

HIT 

Three of the world’s religions celebrated holy 

days around the same time of year for the first 

time in a long time. 

MISS 

Three of the world’s religions perpetrated violence 

around the world during their holy days. 

HIT 

Real Maple Syrup. 

MISS 

All the restaurants serving “flavored” maple syrup 

that’s nothing more than disgusting corn syrup. 

HIT 

A Florida judge put in place by Trump and who was 

deemed “Unqualified” by the ABA decided that the 

Federal Mask mandate should be thrown out. The 

ruling means that airlines and train companies no 

longer will require masks but make them optional 

for travelers… just in time for summer travel and 

with various covid variants on the rise. 

HIT 

Will Smith slapped Chris Rock. 

MISS 

The Academy Awards banned Will Smith from 

attending the ceremony for 10 years. 

MISS 

The academy Awards continue to celebrate and 

award abusers, racists, rapists, and violent men, 

while producing violent movies and television 

shows that they say do not cause harm or 

violence in society but somehow they were 

traumatized by a single slap. 


it or hate it 

MOVIE REVIEW 

Love 

BRIDGERTON 

Netflix Season 2 

The steamy period-piece returns to heat up viewers looking for more romance, unrequited love, and class and 

caste intrigue. Led by the stunning Golda Rosheuvel as Queen Charlotte – she who serves looks and owns every 

scene and who selected her “Diamond of the Season”, the youthful beauty, Charithra Chandran as Edwina 

Sharma, her older sister Kathani, played by Simone Ashley, and of course Nicola Coughlan as Penelope 

Featherington. Part of Shondaland production, the series is unafraid of telling stories from younger and older 

women’s points of view, showing love from many perspectives, and brashly showing regal Indian women equal to 

every other high society woman on the show. Ignore any naysayers complaining about HiStOrIcAl AcCuRaCy 

because they’re the same folk that can imagine every type of alien living with white people but cannot fathom 

imagining Black, Indian, Asian folk living with white folk even though they really did. Enjoy the show for what it is: 

smart dialogue, beautiful wardrobes, and various forms of heteronormality sexual situations. Here’s hoping 

season three extends the storylines to include love among members of the LGBTQI community. 

THE GILDED AGE 

HBO Max 

Come for Kristine Baranksi as Agnes van Rhijn 

and stay for Dennee Benton as Peggy Scott, 

Audra McDonald as Dorothy Scott, Carrie Coon 

as Bertha Russell, and Cynthia Nixon as Ada 

Brook, sister of Agnes. The women navigate 

New York City’s immensely wealthy family 

dynamics during the late 1880’s when money 

and wealth created multimillionaires with New 

York’s new-money families. Those families 

were initially scorned by the old-money crowd 

But money finds a way to make friends out of former foes and snobs. Rich dialogue, beautiful wardrobes and 

colors, and enough plots and intrigue, snappy remarks, and snobbish insults to keep you laughing and glued to 

your screen. 


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AUSTENLAND 

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Love it or hate it 

I don’t know if this little 2013 movie was released in theatres, but it is hilarious and work a few bucks to rent. 

Especially if you love period pieces and making fun and being in on the joke, this is the movie for you. Starring 

Keri Russell, Jennifer Coolidge, Ricky Whittle, Jane Seymour, and Georgia King, the movie can be watched 

multiple times and I guarantee you will find different absurdities that will have you in stitches. Russell plays Jane 

Hayes, a single thirty-something-year-old obsessed with Jane Austen and her characters, especially the famous 

Mr. Darcy. She visits Austenland, an immersive “Jane Austen experience” camp and things get way out of hand 

much to the viewer’s delight. Try it and let it envelope you in period clothing, strange plots, ad-libbed dialogue, 

and delightful nonsense. 

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MY FAVORITE THINGS 

STREAMING RIGHT NOW... 

Are we tired yet of movies and series about bad businesspeople who do bad things and then are 

glamorized? Yes, yes we are. Look, the stories “can” be interesting but let’s be honest, they are stories of 

privileged white people fooling and stealing from other privileged/wealthy white people. Watching to laugh 

“AT” I can understand – I do it too - because there’s really nothing to be learned from people who willingly 

give hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions of dollars to people who are clearly lying and who you and 

I would laugh out of our faces if they asked for money because we know better, dammit. 

THE INVENTOR: Out for Blood in Silicon Valley, 

HBOMax and The Dropout /Hulu 

Elizabeth Holmes found a way to convince investors to 

give her /her company billions of dollars for her 

company Theranos. Elizabeth said her company 

developed new blood-testing technology and it turns 

out everything was a lie. HBO/Max has interviews 

with her – be mindful of her weird voice which.. I don’t 

even know if it is real or? The Drop Out, staring 

Amanda Seyfried, and based on the podcast of the 

same names, gives background on Elizabeth as a teen 

and young woman who was always a liar but cute 

enough to fool dumb rich men. 

Bad Vegan. Netflix. Sarma Melngailis repeatedly 

conned investors to support her new age vegan 

restaurant in New York City. Lauded by the elite 

restaurant crowds, Hollywood stars, and wealthy 

investors – men – who wanted to stare at and try to 

impress the quirky, wealthy, skinny blond chef. They 

kept giving her money even after she absconded with 

millions with her criminal boyfriend, went on the run 

from the law, enjoyed crack, and finally was caught 

after being caught following ordering a very non-vegan 

Domino’s pizza. She’s back in the restaurant business 

and the wealthy dummies are still giving her grifting ass 

money. 


Trust No One: Hunt for the Crypto King – Netflix. 

One two weeks old, there’s already crypto 

documentaries! Lol. Maybe if you watch this, the 

crypto people will leave you alone. Or they’ll find out 

you watched and think you are “now” ready to learn 

about why crypto is the latest Ponzi, er, “investment” 

opportunity. Billionaire crypto guys disappears, dies, 

people lose money. Ho-hum. Dummies. 

The Vow. HBOMax - The so-called self-improvement 

group NXIVM was a nightmare of wealthy people 

following a wealthy nutcase, Keith Raniere who 

turned his cult into what all cults turn into: sex 

trafficking, worshiping the cult leader, brainwashing, 

and thievery. This one has the added titillation of 

having Hollywood actor Allison Mack as a recruiter 

for the cult, and actor Catherine Oxenberg trying to 

rescue her daughter from the cult. 

only then did all his abuses come to light in the British 

media. The special highlights how his friendships with 

the British royalty and other stars and famous people – 

many who knew about his abuses – covered and/or 

ignored them. After his death there were 450 

accusations, putting him as one of the most prolific 

abusers in entertainment history. 

WE WORK: Or The Making and Breaking of a $47 

Billion Unicorn 

Dumb people somehow always find a way and 

opportunity to get their money into rich folk’s grifting 

pockets. We Work’s CEO, Adam Neumann, found a 

way to monetize public workspaces. Lol. And people 

fell for it to the tune of billions of dollars. 

Jimmy Savile: A British Horror Story. Jimmy was a 

pedophile and sexual abuser who was the most 

popular TV personalities in England. When he died 


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