I’ve mentioned our nephew Andrew Kishman before. He is the pastor of the Miller Avenue United Church of Christ in Akron, in a neighborhood that has fallen on very tough times. Helping the people — of all faiths — who live in that decayed, dangerous place is a tough challenge, but it is a challenge that Andrew is willing to tackle. Our whole family is proud of him.
This morning Andrew wrote a wonderful piece about his thoughts on the decision of LeBron James to return to his roots. It’s an interesting take that you’ve probably not seen elsewhere, because it is written from the perspective of someone who struggles every day to give hope to kids whose situations seem hopeless. Andrew thinks that this famous athlete’s recognition of the pull of the community from whence he came, and his interest in giving back to that community in the way that only athletes can, might just provide that hope.
I think it’s nice of Andrew to thank LeBron — but I also think it would be nice for LeBron, and others, to thank people like Andrew.
The Columbus Commons is all decked out for the summer, with a king-size, on-the-ground chess set available for the scholarly gamers, a carrousel ready for the young and young at heart, and cool grass, good food truck options, and flowers for the rest of us. It’s a cool location, and getting cooler every day as more people move into the new apartment units that border the Commons and two other large developments are under construction just across the street in two directions.
Getting rid of the old enclosed City Center mall and replacing it with green space that can also serve as an entertainment venue during the summer months is one of the best things that has happened to downtown Columbus.
Yesterday I was driving in downtown Columbus, in line behind one of those generic, ubiquitous, slow-moving SUVs. I looked at the colossal rear end of the vehicle and saw that it was called the Buick Enclave.
The Enclave? Now there’s a car name.
The Enclave is both evocative and designed to appeal to a very specific segment of the population. Evocative, because the enormous car actually looked like a big, boxy, rolling chunk of metal capable of sheltering a healthy segment of the population from the ravages of the outside world. Of limited and specific appeal, because no one who buys an Enclave is looking for anything sporty or daring. Nope, they want safety, and comfortable seats, and lots of cupholders where they can store the drinks they’re sipping in happy security as ugly, dangerous reality slides by outside their windows.
Car manufacturers do a pretty good job with names that define the vehicle itself, like the Mustang, or the Challenger, or the Nissan Cube. The Buick Enclave, I think, has to have a place in the Pantheon of great car names. But should it concern us that there apparently is a healthy market of American car buyers who are looking for a rolling enclave?