Hello again!

 

I could not wait and ate lox, tomatoes, and whipped cream cheese, all from the Giant this morning.

Served it on one of Helene's beautiful large plates.

Something like this.

I tried to call and tell her, but the receptionist said, Someone is on another call. 

So I wrote her a note saying It's impossible to reach you, please call me at ......

Love, Ruthie

The lox and bagels were from a Shiva party I had for Aunt Selma, sitting on my Ikea table.

Had a delightful romp when I went to catch the mailman, which, again, was Sean.

Was wearing warms clothes plus Nurse Harriet's lovely silky robe in which the wind whistles through.

MISEWELL WRITE ANOTHER POEM\

CATCHING UP WITH THE MAILMAN

Why, it's YOU, Sean, so glad you're still in your truck.

Unknown to him I couldn't find where I put the card for my friend Helene

and rushed all over the living room.

Aha!

Addressed it on the dry Ikea table in the kitchen

in black pen, a marvelous Bic, ever since I discovered it

while working at Cal/Ink in California.

Who is still alive? Arnold Haller? We had a contest and

named him the sexiest of men there.

Celine? who said she was drawn to jumping off roof tops

but never would. Alberta? The secretary of the big man,

the one I, for one, feared.

Walter Straus, my dear friend, born in 1918, are YOU

still alive?

Here's Walt when he lived at Regency Towers in Willow Grove, PA. 

RUTH PHOTO WITH MASK AT WALGREENS, SOUTH PHILLY - AUNT SELMA POEM REDUX

 Did I post this REMEMBERING AUNT SELMA POEM?

YELLOW TULIPS FOR AUNT SELMA

Nothing was better, Aunt Selma, than
visiting you and the whole gang on
Sundays. If we were lucky, you'd have a
beef brisket ready to eat, tender, mouth-watering,
bought no doubt from Heinen's where we too used to shop.

How I admired your jet-black hair. Was my aunt a movie star
like beauties in soap operas we would watch, As the World
Turns and Days of Our Lives?

Please, Almighty, don't remind me that those days are gone.
Gone like swaths of snow melting like cream puffs from
the roof tops and sidewalks.

Visitors, so many. Now gone to play among the stars and constellations.
Is Gramma Green there? Mom, with her smiley white sneakers?

Evelyn and Eddie Garber, their brilliant son, Donny, whose shiny
bald pate bounced with moonbeams in the night.

And that husband of yours, Aunt Selma, how we loved our Uncle Marv, a champion reader of both
Ogden Nash and Winston Churchill. Learned as Plato or Sophocles.

And your Linda, ah, Linda, with her quick wit and husband, Jack, who called you Selma, Dear.

How I'd marvel every time I came over, took off my shoes, while wondering what was for dessert.

Today is dessert. From all the people who love you. Who will never forget you.
Will Mark put you in a million-dollar portrait?

One hundred and four.
Does the Cleveland Jewish News have your photo
your crown of black hair, pink cheeks that Mama Eva
must have pinched when you were a little girl.

When the sun sets tonight
it will be the first time
that Aunt Selma is free of the woes
of the world and can claim her place
in Paradise as God welcomes you Home.

THE END

Was upstairs in bed, with ankle and twinkle toes on ice pack, when I heard the timer ring.

First of all, the ice pack makes your whole body ccccold.

Came downstairs to see how my crockpot dish was doing.

Eh? Loads of rice in there from my freezer. I wanted something soothing for my Pfizer vaccine, which is painful on my left arm. A small bandage is on there, I daren't pull it off.

...

Checked on Scott's maroon tulips in my Reading Room and stuck my proboscis in one of them. Ahhhhh, Marvelous!

There I found my new Atlantic and read quite a bit of it this morning. A review of a new bio of Tom Stoppard, the playwright.

Born in 1937, so he's 83 now.

Judy Diaz the late misses so much. Would have known all about his plays. 

Yes, we crave hot foods on these cold winter days. Today it will warm up, said the weatherman on one of the channels when I awoke.

Dan took a photo of me at Walgreen's in South Philly, per Sarah's request.

Hey, let's write a new poem, shall we?

READING WHILE SOAKING SPRAINED ANKLE ON SLAB OF ICE

Enough of Tom Stoppard, lemme tackle Jack Reacher by Lee Child and Virgil Flowers, a US Sheriff who must catch the bomber.

Reacher and his lady love, Abby, are in big trouble, as they listen to what's going on downstairs.

Don't wanna get outa bed, says Reacher, as Abby looks with questioning brows at him.

The book's only two thirds done.

Virgil Flowers makes me laugh. John Sandford has a good sense of humor. I like this book and need to laugh.

I sit upright in bed. Paint and smile on my face and force myself to laugh.

Perhaps you heard me down the road?

 

Welcome to a portion of sister Lynn's GORGEOUS condo

 This is my sister Lynn's dining room, so tiny it looks like it's in a doll house. It's a tribute to our late legendary Now & Then Shop.

How can we enlarge it, Readers. You're smart, please lemme know. 

YELLOW TULIPS FOR AUNT SELMA

Nothing was better, Aunt Selma, than
visiting you and the whole gang on
Sundays. If we were lucky, you'd have a
beef brisket ready to eat, tender, mouth-watering,
bought no doubt from Heinen's where we too used to shop.

How I admired your jet-black hair. Was my aunt a movie star
like beauties in soap operas we would watch, As the World
Turns and Days of Our Lives?

Please, Almighty, don't remind me that those days are gone.
Gone like swaths of snow melting like cream puffs from
the roof tops and sidewalks.

Visitors, so many. Now gone to play among the stars and constellations.
Is Gramma Green there? Mom, with her smiley white sneakers?

Evelyn and Eddie Garber, their brilliant son, Donny, whose shiny
bald pate bounced with moonbeams in the night.

And that husband of yours, Aunt Selma, how we loved our Uncle Marv, a champion reader of both
Ogden Nash and Winston Churchill. Learned as Plato or Sophocles.

And your Linda, ah, Linda, with her quick wit and husband, Jack, who called you Selma, Dear.

How I'd marvel every time I came over, took off my shoes, while wondering what was for dessert.

Today is dessert. From all the people who love you. Who will never forget you.
Will Mark put you in a million-dollar portrait?

One hundred and two.
Does the Cleveland Jewish News have your photo
your crown of black hair, pink cheeks that Mama Eva
must have pinched when you were a little girl.

When the sun sets tonight
it will be the first time
that Aunt Selma is free of the woes
of the world and can claim her place
in Paradise as God welcomes you Home.

.........

Here is Lynn's wonderful remembrance:

Tonight I lit two candles in memory of our dear aunt Selma. 
The original brass candlesticks were from my mom/Bernice. 
She used them for many many decades to celebrate holidays and special occasions. 
Tonight they flickered with a warm flame and were lit just for you Aunt Selma. 
You are a treasure and will always shine on in our hearts. 
Rest in peace beautiful lady. 

Love, Lynn and Family

SHIVA TONIGHT FOR AUNT SELMA

 Worked for two hours on a poem I will read tonight about Aunt Selma. Sent it to Lynn and Rem. Read it aloud to Scott, who said, Very nice. 

Read so many books this morning, falling asleep after a while.

Many are from THE FREE LITTLE LIBRARY.

One of em, translated from Spanish, won the Mann Booker Prize. About the "Disappeared" on the streets of somewhere. Gruesome, as it must be.

I remember Carolyn Forche also wrote such a poem. 

Started a new John Sandford book as I'm not crazy about the one I am currently reading. Ya think I can handle two?

Me neither.

Oh, Lynn loved my AUNT SELMA poem.

She and I are both worried that we may not be able to get on Zoom. Too bad Miles isn't home, I said to her.

Scott will be here - But I never met your aunt - to help me get on Zoom.

Did I tell you I'm gonna get dressed up?

Not in my wedding finery which I wore to Dan n Nicole's wedding. Photo is on living room wall.

I may paint my nails a pretty pink.

Aunt Selma would like that.

Afterward I will eat Nova Lox and cream cheese. With those Chowder crackers from VT Country Store. 

Read the obit of Aunt Selma here. 

Yours in peace wellness and contemplation.

Ruth Z Deming

Fitness Routine

 Just completed this fitness routine. I did the best I could, as Chris said to us.

First, though, I rode my bike upstairs while finishing a library book.

Here's the fitness routine which I did in the comfort of my living room. 

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/02/17/well/move/exercise-heart-health.html?te=1&nl=well&emc=edit_hh_20210219

Spoke to cousin Linda Fogel about zooming for Selma's funeral. Everyone will be there but Selma.

I will be one of the speakers. 

Forgot to ask her if her brother Mark knows his mom died.

An artist, he lives in his own world.

Good Lord. Everyone has problems. Spoke to Judy L whose mom is in Abington Hospital where she is having rehab for a bad fall she had.

My heart was pounding during the 7 minutes of exercise, but now it's at rest. 

FOOD WILL ARRIVE FROM INSTA CART sometime Sunday.

Gonna make Marfa's Tomaterkraut. Wonderful !

Also ordered smoked Nova Salmon and whipped cream cheese.

It's amazing how THE CART remembers everything Scott and I ordered.

Bye for now.

FAREWELL AUNT SELMA

 

Aunt Selma, if I may, I am drinking a hot cup of Tetley in your memory.

I was gonna say "in your honor," but I must face the truth.

FAREWELL AUNT SELMA

Like my own mother, Bernice, we never thought you'd die. 

You were a fixture of our life, a wise woman, who knew everything

going on with our family.

Betty, she's a vegetable, you said

Once we were all tight, but years pulled us apart

like petals on a tulip

Sister Donna and I drove to see you in Cleveland

I slept over, in Gramma Green's old bedroom

Everything I examined to learn who I was then

and who I am now

That little porch that oddly ran off Mark's room

And your concrete basement where Marv did the wash

If there's a life after, you will see your beloved Marv.

Marvin Greenwold, from the Cleveland Press, a lover of politics

and reading great books. 

We knew the name Selma was Swedish,

You fit it so well with your love of parties and

jewelry and fancy dresses meant for a queen

Ascend then to Heaven, Aunt Selma, where

The Good Lord will await you with a hot

buttered English muffin, a cup of hot coffee,

and your mother, Eva Bernstein, sitting in the

lap of her Barney. 

In our eyes, you are alive and well.

Love always, Ruthie. 

Here is how Selma looked in recent days.

Thanks to Joyce Burke for sending it.

Farewell Aunt Selma

 Sadly, Aunt Selma died of Covid-19.

She was 104.

She died on February 16, 2021. 

I felt REALLY SAD.

Lay in bed this morning wondering how she was doing and then I got the email from my sister Ellen.

BTW, I just lost everything I had typed in here.

This morning is Trash Day. I schlepped out the very heavy bag I'd been storing on the back porch and went out and dumped it.

IT WAS VERY COLD OUTSIDE, probly low 20s.

Scott came inside and showed me how to post on my blogpost. Way above it says, BLOGGER, THE BELLE OF COWBELL.

Selma was taken care of by daughter Linda and Linda's husband Jack, Jack Fogel, who called her Selma, dear.

She is the last historian in the family.

Her husband Uncle Marvin is waiting for her. 

Where? On the corner of Cedar and Lee so they can go to the movies?

In her day, she was a real party-goer. 

Should I send them a condolence card?

Yes, in a few days I will.

Now, I will feel sad and let my mind roam free. 

Former house on Silsby Road, Cleveland Heights, Ohio. 

Could not find a great photo of Uncle Marvin from when he was in the US Army stationed in Belgium, 

I did however find the cigarettes he smoked at an art show at Brooke Glen.

Yes, I will miss you Selma, Dear.

Love Ruthie

UPS DELIVERS BOOKS FOR OUR FREE LIBRARY

 Watched an excellent Barnaby Jones about a woman being stalked. It was called Terror on a Sunday afternoon. 

Okay,  was just upstairs riding my bike as I was reading

Forgot to mention how delicious every book smelled. 

I will be reading them all right now on the living room floor. Why not?

BETWIXT AND BETWEEN by Jenny Bouilly - unusual, experimental and wonderful !!!

First Avenue Classics THE STORY OF DOCTOR DOLITTLE by Hugh Lofting. If you wish, you can picture Rex Harrison as the doctor. Push me, Pull me, s'ils vous plait.

ABC's by Katie Wilson. Touch and Learn Features inside.

SHAPES by Katie Wilson. Touch and Learn Features inside.

THE REMAINDER by Alia Trabucco Zeran, winner of the 2019 Mann Booker International Prize.

TROPIC OF ORANGE by Karen Tei Yamashita w an introduction by Sesshu Foster.

THE CAT

ARA

CTS

by Raymond McDaniel - The Cataracts, 2019.

Oh  dear I think I erased loads of messages. BUT I AM SO HAPPY THAT I LOVE TO READ BOOKS.

Do you, my little Chickadees?

Future looks good for Aunt Selma

 Just got a long email from my sister Donna saying that Selma is doing well and they may release her in a day or two.

FAN TAS TIC !!!

She is from a long lived family. Her mother, Eva, lived until 98. 

I remember visiting them when they lived in a duplex in Cleveland Heights, Ohio.

Our electricity went off for four hours.

They left messages on my phone and Scott's phone.

No lights worked in the house so I went in my bright READING ROOM and finished reading the Times Chronicle which is always excellent.

HELLO, I heard someone call from downstairs.

Twas Scott and I collected my things, wore my warm fluffy hat which I'm wearing now, brought Jack Reacher and Wonder of Wonders over, and read.

Hold on, while I refill my Meghan and Harry coffee cup, and yes, we are so happy they are expecting another child.

The secret ingredient in my Earl Grey Breakfast Tea is....

Celery juice.

While there, the electricity went back on, with a big BUT.

Scott never turns off his TV. He knows if he does, he can't get it to turn on again.

So his TV no longer works, tho he had an extra one, which he brought in.

Where might he buy a new television?

I am asking that to friends.

The tulips Scott bought me at Giant are GORGEOUS.

I woke up very early and can't believe it's only ten minutes to 2 - or 1:50. I must keep practicing this to keep my mind working.

Oh no! We hope Aunt Selma will get through this!

 Aunt Selma, 104, from Cleveland, has Covid and is in the hospital.

My friend Rem tells me that prayer works.

Dear Lord, please let my Aunt Selma live. She loves life.

Amen!

Here she is at 92.

...

My latest panic.

Tried to get on my upstairs computer, the one with the huge screen. ACER.

Nuffin happened.

Called Scott and went back to bed to read Jack Reacher, who did a beautiful job of knocking together the heads of two very bad men.

Spent about 45 minutes with reps of McAfee, both of whom were INCOMPETENT.

Then I called Staples, where I'd orig ordered the antivirus and spoke to Josh.

INCOMPETENT. 

You're of no help at all, I said, matter of factly and hung up the phone.

Conclusion: Only write emails from downstairs laptop - hello hello - but my memoirs and short stories are safe upstairs.

WHEW !!!

One man from India - Cyril - thought he was helpful.

Wrong!

I'm at the same place I started.

Thanks, Scott, for the Valentine's tulips from Giant.

Here comes a guy trotting down Cowbell with his dog. Very bundled up. The man has very long hair. Once I talked to him thinking he was a woman.

Quickly I corrected myself. 

The Michelin Man. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Am waiting for lunch.

The remainder of my 16 bean soup was too liquidy, so I added brown rice.

Hold on, while I see how it is doing.

DELICIOUS !!!

I added some mild Tabasco sauce, as well.

I injected 12. Photo from Net. When I eat crackers I use CHOWDER Crackers from VT Country Store, the only thing I have ever ordered from them which I do not like.

AUNT SELMA

I knew you first on Silsby Road in Cleveland Heights

when Dad and I would come and visit.

I'd mow the lawn in the front and the back

Muscle power!

Your husband Marv worked at the Cleveland Press

an advertising man who took early retirement.

Marv, like Dad, had strange sleeping hours.

Marv went down the basement and did the wash,

drip dry, no need to iron,

while Selma slept. Like all the Greenwolds

or Greenwold kin, she is a reader. And when

her eyes gave out from macular degeneration

daughter Linda brought home audio books.

I read them, too, in her honor, eat English muffins

with melted butter and sometimes plum jam

as I cast a glance westward toward Ohio

and bid her strength, perseverance and love. 

Happy Birthday Ethan Iverson

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ETHAN IVERSON

His kin hailed from across the ocean
Brave seafaring men and women
Their ships heaved along the rough waters
The North Star, their guide

Wisconsin was where he first made his home
Cara and Sherman bought him a piano
which sailed the high seas
Proud they'd be when he found his lady love
brown eyed Sarah with the musical voice

The pianist has gone everywhere
performing, composing, writing, reviewing
catapulting from The Bad Plus risking everything
to be on his own.

Have Cara and Sherman guided him all this time?
Or the many vistas that changed him for good
Ask about any jazz great - Bud Powell, Dewey Redman,
Art Tatum - and he'll play you their tunes

All this and more from the Birthday Boy from
Menomonie, forty-eight years old.

...

I emailed this to EAI and SLD, but am also sending them a hard copy. 

Shhhh. With some tea.

One of them is a teetotaler.

I ate nearly an entire box of Cheddar Common Crackers. Crunch crunch crunch. Crumbs all over the carpet.

Robert Crumb, where are you when we want you?

Wiki knows all. wiki knows all

And you, Mr Crumb are 77 yrs old.

Doesn't that sound old, said the 75 yr old who can barely walk a straight line as her balance is so bad.

Wanna do a little reading in My Reading Room. Am leafing thru the Times Chronicle. Last week I published my masterpiece, she said modestly, BURDICK'S NEWS STAND.

Gee, I hope Carl Hollis and wife Sandy read it.

Long ago, I wrote an article for Art Matters about Vladimir Shatalov. 

My then-BF Chris Ray was visiting at the apartments and said, "It's a masterpiece." 

...

Mailed in my taxes thother day.

Scott and I marveled at what they pay for:

UM Real estate

Library

Debt

Fire protection

Trash

Montco Real Estate

Comm. Clg

...

ONE OF JUDI DENCH'S TREES

Born December 9, 1934, per Wiki. 

I love the sound of airplanes

 

What on earth?

It's a car getting a new catalytic converter, a popular item that is stolen from cars in the days of the pandemic.

Photo from the Internet.

Just ate a snack out on the front porch, sitting on the cold stone step in my PJ bottoms and warm brown Clarke's shoes.

All from Giant: Rotisserie chicken, the remaining American cheese, and a huge Compari tomato. 

Was so exhausted this morning I stayed in bed a long time.

"Hello?" called a man.

"Up here, Scott," I said.

My ankle was on a bag of ice from the freezer and I was reading BLUE MOON by Lee Child. Very very good, with plenty of action.

You know what that means, don't you?

Mobsters are from Albania and Ukraine.

While reading I needed to look up a word - concertina. My 3 piece dictionary was out of reach as I had made my bed - and slept in it - so I reached up and said,

Okay, Mom, gonna look up concertina in your dictionary, 1976. An accordion style musical instrument.

Am also reading Bill Bryson's Concise History of the Universe

So damn good!

Spoke to my friend Carly Brown this morning. What a gal!!! We chatted quite a while. She and hubby Charlie are doing well.

Do you believe I'm hungry again?

Will grab something now and will then write a poem.

Whipped cream cheese and VT Common Crackers. Ordered from VT Country Store. Not what I expected. Crunch crunch crunch. 

I LOVE THE SOUND OF AIRPLANES

Even from my bedroom in the front of my house

I hear them. Put down my book and listen.

Who is on the plane?

Where are they going?

Who is using the john?

Shall we imagine a woman named Suzanne

flying to meet her soul-mate from a dating site

A beautiful woman, wearing red, like Judy Woodruff

often does, her eyes glow and she knows this is the

most important day of her life so far.

No one is there.

....

From the NY Times. Mobile, Alabama. 

When will this stop?

My first order from GIANT DIRECT plus new short story LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW - new poem

 TONYA delivered my order while I was chatting with my friend Marcy from California. 

Earlier today, walked down Cowbell Road for about 7 minutes and then thought, Get thee home, it's getting colder and windier.

I tasted every single thing. 

Ordered LIVERWURST, which I learned to eat when I was going with Simon B. Has a rind, which you can't chew. 

Note to Simon: Miss you very much. He was great friends with my Mom, who died last April.

American cheese, hard to stop eating. But since I am eating a salad now before I go to Scott's, I can taste PRESERVATIVES in it.

Darn!!!

Scott is making Lentil Pasta at 5 pm, so I wanna get there HUNGRY.

Whipped Cream Cheese, which I would order often when I shopped there myself.

Impossible to open, so I'll carry it there when it's chow time!!!

Woke up this morning to Mr Rogers. Pure delight. A 6 yo boy, Nickie,  was playing a concertina. His fingers not only flew across the keys but they were well placed, as his teacher must have taught him.

Once I played the piano very well, but when they showed the notes, I couldn't remember a single one of them.

LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW was well received by my writing group. 

Ruth, that was funny. In the end, nothing happened, but a lot happened. You have a way of making life interesting. Ha, ha! Beatriz

But, The Anguish of Donald Trump was rejected by Fictional Cafe. I told the woman to remove me from all the mailings.

Later, I'll submit it somewhere else.

CHANGING THE SHEETS. That is one of the hardest things I do.

The purple sheets show everything. These sheets are a dull grey. Last night, I elevated my bad foot from where I missed a step and iced it.

Am also reading - and I do remember the name - WELL BEHAVED INDIAN WOMEN. A fellow in the book named Greg just died of dementia.

How I remember SECOND HOME, where I volunteered a couple of years ago. Nurse Kim was our boss. 

In a moment I will eat a salad which shouldn't interfere with dindin.

GORGEOUS WHITE SNOW

Mounds are amassed on our street

The whiteness blinds me 

I go out to greet it, wearing Harriet's Sweater

scattered with my white hairs

and a pair of herringbone blue pants

Every single day there is so much to love

even though the pandemic imprisons us

within.

Let's visit THE MICHENER MUSEUM - Syd Carpenter plus SARAH BROWN EYES

 

Syd Carpenter. 

• Syd Carpenter was born in Pittsburgh, PA in 1953 and earned an MFA from Tyler School of Art. Over the course of her career, she has been a guest artist at Anderson Ranch, Haystack Mountain School, Penland School, Chicago Art Institute, Hollins University, Dickinson College, Millersville University, Howard University, and the University of Delaware, among others.

Her photo for a Leeway Foundation Grant.

“It is important to express oneself… provided the feelings are real and are taken from your own experience…-  BERTE MARISOL 

SARAH BROWN EYES

She lived with me

only a while, this child

I bore at Bohne Hospital

in Texas where wildflowers

red, blue, and purple sprouted

along the legendary highways

of this oddly-shaped state.

She absorbed everything she could:

from me, her little brother Dan,

from Abington Friends,

from programs for smart kids

and we all remember her way

with food. She'd look in the fridge

and come up with a three-course meal.

Loved by all, her many cousins

nieces and nephews, former paramours,

we wondered: Who will she choose 

for the ball.

How do people meet one another?

Destiny? Match.com, Overbearing

parties with plenty of beer and

champagne?

He, too, has Brown Eyes

Each, independent and brilliant,

He plays the piano with ferocity

The fighter in her book Gravity

fights fierce and fair.

They married in their very own city

NYC and everything she gave her

family she gives to him: 

Ethan Andrew Iverson.  

They make music together

jazz, classical, rap

with a strong cuppa

Cappuccino. 

Darlings forever. 

Love prevails. 

 

California Here I Come

 

California makes strides in opening up again. Here a little girl from Vietnam practices giving a manicure to her teacher.

Bernie Samuels, now living at Paul's Run in Northeast Philadelphia, knows I like making soup. He recommended a 16-bean soup which Scott found this morning at Giant.

How great it feels to have a full larder again.

Was watching a very violent Netflix film called Tiny Lights. Finally had the presence of mind to turn it off.

My son Dan recommended something else, which I will watch shortly.

Oh, they finally censored that ridiculous Congresswoman who followed everything her boss Trump recommended.

Here's where she should land.

This is Hell according to an early manuscript. 

Can't wait to eat a green salad NOW as I watch a delightful flick. Thank you Dan !!!!

 WHY AM I OUT OF BREATH?

JUST DID THESE EXERCISES TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY.

Exercise with me here.

Hope the link worked.

So, you know I injured my left foot when I was coming downstairs and missed a step.

Contacted Dr Foxhall on this SNOWY SNOWY DAY/

He wanted me to take an extra strength Tylenol but he was okay with a MOTRIN that Scott brought me.

It's a bright orange pill that reminds me of Claribel's orange hair or our ex presidents orange hair.

Time for the PBS Evening News. 

Will watch upstairs and ride my bike.

Just discovered this guy's unusual music.

Click here. 

DAX PIERSON.

Apparently Dax is a common name.