Melvin tumin biography

I’m returning to blogging after a few months off. I’ve been playing with Twitter, FB, writing, making our numbers, creating some initiatives that with any luck will change the world some for the better, or at least shake it up a bit.

That’s what we do, I reckon.

Mel was an American sociologist who specialized in race relations.

A friend and colleague of my dad’s once called this crew “creators and disturbers”. I’ll take it.

I signal my return to blogging, then, recognizing my dad on his 90th birthday. He died somewhere in the mid-90s – I know the date – March 3 – but not the year.

The day is easy – three days after my daughter’s birthday, one day after my son’s.

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Lord giveth, lord taketh away and such. At graveside, my son asked, “Is that grandpa in that box?” Which, indeed, it was. Lying under a lovely elm in Princeton Cemetery, in view of Princeton Hospital, and in the shade of John Tulane and Grover Cleveland, whom he neither admired nor knew much about bu