
There's so many great "Marisha stories," it's hard to know which one to start with, but certainly there many that handily sum up how capable and hardworking she is. I think of the time she averted disaster by entertaining the visting mayor of Akron, Ohio with her incredible knowledge of Chrissie Hynde and DEVO trivia, while I was on my way back the office to meet him after being held up in traffic on the way back from the airport -- by the time I finally got there, he was so buoyant that all he wanted to talk about some band called "the Black Keys"! Or the time I left my wallet at home in Wihinapa, and she drove all the way there on her moped, in the rain, to get it because I had a budget meeting with Mayor Underdahl. Or when she caught a mistake that someone had made on some proposed signage, saving us from an expensive and useless "Wlecome to the Kendall Park-Stanton Avenue Arts Corridor!" marquee. Or how she regularly has time to put in 20+ hour a week here, finish her master's degree in journalism and women's studies at the University, do great freelance design work for rock bands and small businesses on the side, teach yoga at the Hanley Community Center, volunteer with the Armitage Heights Urban Gardening Co-op and the Armitage Heights Center for Contemporary Art, and still have a busy and active social life is an amazing testament to her talents, energy and abilities.
Marisha, you rock!
If you'd care to, you can feel free to post your own "Marisha stories" in the comments section below! Just keep it nice!
4 comments:
Well, thanks Sherman, and thanks for the cake, too. I'm touched you remembered to get a vegan one, too.
But people really don't need to leave comments. That's really unneccesary.
Oh my goodness, I won't hear anything of it. I want to see as many comments as possible! It's YOUR day!
ZOMG!! its secretery day again already! whhoohoo marisha. i knew you had it in u
did u know a vegan cake has baking poweder and vingear in it just like the volcano in third grade?
tracey!
(Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapors)
Seriously, I don't understand why Armitage Heights has to pay this girl's salary. I saw her drunk at Evarts Avenue Tavern, and that is enough for me! I am not paying my personal property taxes this month to pay for some wannabe rock critic's bar tab. I've had enough of you, Mr. Larson, trying to appeal to young people by going out to rock clubs. Enough already!
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