The latest output from the family is by David Vecsey, who normally spends days and nights editing others but occasionally exercises the writing part of the brain.
David made a journalistic foray into the heart of darkness known as sports fantasy gambling. He emerged with his shirt still on his back, plus a story describing mood swings based on the doings of athletes, some previously unknown until he drafted them. His article on Gothamist:
Then there is my wife’s cousin, Paul Grundy, MD and MPH, IBM's Global Director of Healthcare Transformation. He and two colleagues have written an entry-level primer on the mysteries of health care including trends toward industrial-size health complexes, concierge doctors and the vanishing of the actual family doctor. (You noticed.)
The book is: Lost and Found: A Consumer’s Guide to Healthcare by Peter B. Anderson, Paul H. Grundy, MD, and Bud Ramey (contributor).
Next is Laura Vecsey, former sports columnist and political columnist, currently covering the U.S. women’s soccer team, World Cup champs, on their victory tour of America, for Fox. Her latest article on Carli Lloyd’s candidacy for player-of-the-year:
The family legal wing is in Pennsylvania, where Corinna V. Wilson is the energy behind the consulting firm Wilson500.
Corinna helped write the Pennsylvania right-to-know act of 2008, and she flexes her writing skills when that important law is threatened by nervous politicians:
Finally, my book that has done the most good for others has been revived.
I helped Bob Welch write “Five O’Clock Comes Early: A Young Man’s Battle With Alcoholism,” first published in 1982 soon after Bob’s return from a rehab center, to be a star pitcher for more than a decade.
My friend Bob passed in 2014 – a lot of us are still reeling from it – but his book, updated, is a handbook for anybody, particularly the young who cannot believe they are powerless over addiction.
I’ve heard from people who say Bob's book helped save a life. The new e-book version is from Open Road Media:
Fortunately, some of us also have visual talents. Marianne Vecsey is a painter (above) and Anjali takes photos with her smartphone (below)
12/1/2015 10:59:36 am
Words fail me--happily not true for the Vecseys and friends. Family sounds like a bunch of immigrants to me, (a few years back.)
12/1/2015 01:09:07 pm
Thor A. Larsen
12/2/2015 11:15:41 am
As far as the arts shown, I love Marianne's colors and Anjali's imaginative photos. George, all your writings are a joy to absorb, AND your reading interests I generally share and causes me to acquire even more books !! God bless your family and all their talents, Very best wishes, Thor
12/3/2015 02:27:54 am
All In the family. Nice to see. No family musicians?
12/3/2015 04:15:08 pm
Thank you all for the nice notes. Maybe that seems like family overkill, too much information, but I started with Dave's well-reported piece on Fantasy Sports Lower Depths, and it went on from there.
12/3/2015 04:55:04 pm
Laura covering Michael Jackson, creates intrigue and wonder. See if you get her to reproduce on You Tube. Could be viral "chick singer."
12/4/2015 09:06:38 am
She has declined to do a repeat performance. I suspect you had to be there. None of the salarymen made a recording, apparently. Was there a youtube in 1998? How's this, you and I discussing youtubes and Michael Jackson covers. GV
Edwin W. Martin, Jr
12/4/2015 10:50:10 pm
Well, I am shy, but if Laura does backgrounds while we talk, maybe.
12/5/2015 05:30:15 pm
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From the great Maureen Dowd:
As I write this, I’m in a deserted newsroom in The Times’s D.C. office. After working at home for two years during Covid, I was elated to get back, so I could wander around and pick up the latest scoop.
But in the last year, there has been only a smattering of people whenever I’m here, with row upon row of empty desks. Sometimes a larger group gets lured in for a meeting with a platter of bagels."
--- Dowd writes about the lost world of journalists clustered in newsrooms at all hours, smoking, drinking, gossipping, making phone calls, typing, editing.
"Putting out the paper," we called it.
Much more than nostalgia.