50 Years of Beatles’ Memories

It was a Friday…I remember it well. My Dad, an eager, young architect couldn’t wait to see the new JFK Airport and I was excited by his enthusiasm.  We ventured into the weekend traffic to pick up my aunt at the airport and drove into history.  Hoards of screaming girls were everywhere.  Imagine if that were to happen today. They’d shut the airport down, thinking it was an army of invading terrorists.  How things have changed.

I knew The Beatles were coming to town.  We all did.  How could you not.  It was the first thing in just over two months to take our minds off the great national tragedy we had suffered with the Kennedy assassination.  As with any period of grief, it is different for everyone but when a nation shares such an overwhelming loss, the cloud of grief lingers because of the shared miasma.  When a ray of difference breaks through the cloud, there is no holding back the light that permeates everywhere.  The Beatles were the ray of light a nation in mourning needed.

Who knew what would happen next?  Come Sunday night my Dad asked, “So, are you going to watch The Beatles?”  Silly question, my family watched Ed Sullivan every night.  This would be no different.  Yeah, right.

Ed Sullivan smiles while standing with The Beatles on the set of his variety show on Feb. 9, 1964.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, The Beatles.”

That’s all it took.  We were hooked.  We were sucked into their world and they changed our world for the better.  My Mom and I laughed when the graphic under John’s picture read “Sorry, girls, he’s married.”  That’s OK, we still had three others to dream about.

Their music was inspiring and uplifting at a time when a nation needed something to drag it from the abyss.  Thank you John, Paul, George and Ringo for showing us the light. Thank you Mom and Dad for indulging my every Beatle whim for the rest of my life.

I went to Liverpool last year for my first Beatles’ journey, day trippin’ in Liverpool.  The BEST trip of my life and I can’t wait to go back.

A Time to Kill on Broadway

When my past as a college theater critic collides with my present as a litigator, a happy-stance happens on Broadway in “A Time to Kill,” Rupert Holmes’ dramatic adaptation of John Grisham’s first legal thriller.  I am leaving the multiple ethical issues presented to the play’s protagonist, attorney Jake Brigance, to my legal musings over at the NYS Bar Association blog for the Entertainment, Arts & Sports Law section.

Here, for Lady Litigator, I am merely a fan, a theater-goer who has not enjoyed a legit production in a long time and was quite happy to spend 2.5 hours with “A Time to Kill.”  For fans who did not read the 1989 book or see the 1996 film starring Matt McConaughey & Sandra Bullock, this staged production has some twists absent from both the book and the film and force the observer to perhaps think in a new way.

Sure racial bigotry still exists, especially in the deep south and this story takes place in race torn Mississippi, where a young black girl is viciously and brutally assaulted, raped and hung by two drugged out white men.  Her distraught father, Carl Lee Hailey, retaliates by gunning them down inside the courthouse and political and racial upheaval ensures.

The ensemble cast is brilliantly led by Sebastian Arcelus as Brigance and John Douglas Thompson as Carl Lee with veteran “legal” actor Fred Thompson (“Law & Order”) as the judge and Tom Skerritt as drunken, disbarred  attorney Lucien Wilbanks, a mentor to Brigance.

The story has a timeless quality thanks to the directing of Ethan McSweeney and the wonderful sets of James Noone.  The courtroom’s turntable stage is front and center but scenes change effortlessly as prison cells and living rooms are moved in and out with suspended walls.  However, this story takes place as much inside as outside the courtroom where the worlds of the KKK and the NAACP collide in protests in this small southern town.  The noise, the rancor, the visual imagery are all highlighted on multi-media screens suspended to the rear of the courtroom, out of view from the proceedings where justice is supposed to be blind.  But is it?

While those around Brigance try to make this case all about race, from Carl Lee’s plot and ponderings about a white jury to the politically ambitious prosecutor’s insistence that color does not play a role in HIS courtroom, the idealistic, young attorney focus on the humanity of the case.  He makes the predominantly white jury see the facts through the eyes of a father.  How would they react if this happened to their daughter, granddaughter, niece?  In the words of the defendant, “God had a son.  He didn’t have a daughter.”

Life After Death through Social Media

Yes, Virginia, there is social media after death.  Almost anything lingers forever in cyberspace, long after you’ve left this earthly plane.  Just check the online “wayback” machines for proof of this.  Yet, many of us don’t think about what happens to our social media connections when setting forth an estate plan but digital asset management is essential.

As we’ve discussed, you cannot leave your digital libraries to anyone per the terms of most online retailers.  So, what happens to your Facebook, MySpace, LinkedIn and assorted other social media accounts?  The short answer is they linger…forever…sort of like a cyber eternal flame of stupidity.

Image courtesy: Kromkrathog/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy: Kromkrathog/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Everyone needs an estate plan and everyone needs to share our top-secret passwords with someone, preferably our executor, before we go.  It sounds easy but during these days of heightened paranoia, with many of us ultra-vigilant about cyber-security (at least, I hope so), we change passwords frequently.  So, what’s a social butterfly to do?  Leave a “Letter of Instruction” with your attorney and/or executor, or place the letter in a safe place and TELL your executor where to locate it.  Let’s face it, we all should trust at least one other person, right?

More than a dozen states have already implemented digital estate management laws in varying degrees, allowing executors to access online accounts. Yahoo and Google have recently implemented an “after death” policy whereby an authorized party can provide a copy of your death certificate and Google will close your account and delete your Flickr photos.  They even added an “inactive account manager” to their sites so you can determine now, while you’re still breathing, what happens to your “cyber stuff” if there’s been no account activity for a pre-set period of time.  I think that’s the way to go.  Even if you’re still breathing, if there’s been no activity in your account for at least a year, I think the social media sites should delete you anyway.  Can you imagine the costs of server maintenance for all of these “dead accounts,” pun intended.  I expect many other social sites will start to think about the departed, or nearly departed, very soon.