Laffel Family

Wellcoin Coming Soon

November 1st, 2011 | No Comments | Source: Commentary

Dear Pizaazz Readers-Thanks for stopping by!

wellcoin 2 300x264 Wellcoin Coming SoonI haven’t had time post much lately because I’m head-down launching a startup called Wellcoin. It’s in the consumer health space, and it’s based on a tremendous concept. At least I think so!

For updates on Wellcoin, please check out wellcoin.com or follow us on Twitter. As for Pizaazz, I’ll be back at it one of these days!

Thanks, Glenn

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Father of the Bride Speech: #LaffelKaufman11

August 15th, 2011 | 1 Comment | Source: Commentary

Ladies and gents, I’m Glenn Laffel, the father of the bride. On behalf of my wife Lori and Mindy and Roy Kaufman, I welcome you to our celebration of Nikki & Ben’s wedding. Many of you have come a long way to join us. We’re honored and thankful that you came.

NikBen4 300x225 Father of the Bride Speech: #LaffelKaufman11Off the bat, I want to say how proud I am to have accompanied Nikki today.

Nikki, I have never seen you more beautiful then you are right now. I am amazed at what you have achieved already. You were a 2-time state champion swimmer in high school. You got into Princeton when you were 16 years old. And you’ve managed a dozen different projects in a dozen different factories—on the ground, in China—to get the world’s coolest products to market, on time.

I look at your remarkable productivity, and what I see is your mother, who has had her share of success over the years, as well. I am proud that you take after her in areas that matter to me.

Every dad hopes his daughter will find a reliable, sensible, considerate partner and although you try not to interfere in their decisions, you do hope your children will make the right choices in life. Nikki chose Ben.

Nikki, in Ben you have found a perfect partner. He does the driving. He takes you shopping. He sets up your Wi-Fi and your iPhone. He even folds laundry, though he does put it on the couch where he just napped, buck naked!

Beginning today, Ben is the most important person in your life, Nikki. Mommy and I, your sisters, grammy and grampy, we are always here for you, but Ben is the last person you see before you close your eyes for sleep every night. So before you do that every night, Nik, look at this man. Remind yourself that he is Ben Kaufman, your husband and the most important person in your world. Now and forever.

And Ben, you are as amazing as your bride, and I admire you. You were named one of the nations’ top entrepreneurs under the age of 30, when you were barely 20! You sold a company to Carmelo Anthony. You were invited to the White House because of your success as an entrepreneur. You have lectured at Stanford, MIT and RISD, and there’s more where that came from.

NikBen21 300x225 Father of the Bride Speech: #LaffelKaufman11So just one quick story. I said that Ben does all the driving with Nikki. So he and I have this little thing in which, whenever he and Nik go for a drive, and when it’s safe for him to do, Ben texts me to say that Nikki has fallen asleep in the car. It never takes Nikki more than 3 minutes to pass out when Ben is driving! I love getting this text from Ben because – first of all – Lori falls asleep like that in my car too, but more importantly, it comforts me to get that text from Ben. That’s because what he’s really saying is, he’s taking care of my daughter. Ben will always do that, I know. That’s a big reason why I’m so happy tonight.

OK so that’s it from me! Just please let me propose a toast to the new couple. Ben, Nikki, I wish you a lifetime of happiness together. May you fulfill all the hopes and dreams you have for yourselves and each other. And may your bond as a married couple gain strength, each and every day.

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31 Years On

May 24th, 2011 | 2 Comments | Source: Commentary

Happy Anniversary Lori!

Remember the sunset at Mont Saint-Michel? How about the hail storm at Lake Solitude, the drive through Stonehenge with Gigi, the squalls over Cornwall and the July 4 snowstorm on the Grimsel Pass?

Sure I believe you got 28 inches of snow on April Fool’s Day.”

mtstmichel 31 Years OnEze. St. Paul de Vence. Portofino. The ferry from Dubrovnik to Hvar.

Come. You shall return,” to Angiers, Chinon, Chambord, Chenonceau, Usse and more. Etivaz. Grindelwald. Santorini. Paleokastritsa. Pylos. San Gimignano. Bellagio. Ravello. Amalfi. The Ryoan-ji Temple. The Moss Temple. The Bucaco Forest.

 “Look buddy. It says ‘Diesel’ on the gas cap!”

MOMA. The Tate Modern. La Galarie Maeght. L’Orangerie. Le Jeu de Paume. Le Centre Pompidou. The Picasso Museum. The Rodin Museum.

The Monterey Jazz Festival. The Newport Jazz Festival. The Montreaux Jazz Festival. The Stones at the Superdome. Wynton Marsalis in Bar Harbor.

Shelby Scott, Jack and Liz. Mike Wankum, Jeff and Karen. Tim Caputo! Mad Men. Masterpiece Theater (not). Vacation. There’s Something About Mary. Austin Powers. Ace Ventura, Pet Detective.

Two kids in diapers…twice! Our best sitter was an alcoholic. The terrorization of Lana. “Let’s buy a car for a sitter we don’t even know!”

The Park Entrance Oceanfront Motel, room A-5. Enya. 2-day old Corey visits JP Licks on the way home from the hospital. Soccer practice, soccer games. Softball practice, softball games. Swim practice, swim meets. Homework, homework, homework. “Who’s doggin’ it?”

A tree falls on the Foster’s driveway. Butterfly World. The batting cage. New Year’s at Grammy’s. Yankee gear in Fenway Park. The rear window on the Navigator, circa 2007.

The Cinnamon Club. Jean Bardet. Le Chevre d’Or. Johnny’s. Cabot’s. Guppy’s. The Carriage House. The Ferry House. Crepes at Les Baux. Picnics on the Loire. “Party of one?” at Marshall Majors.

The search for Paris’ best strawberry tart. The search for Prunotto vineyards.

delicatearch 31 Years OnFrom the Louvre to L’Arc du Triumphe via Jardin des Tuileries. Fiery Furnace. Delicate Arch. The Narrows. The Beehive (when Corey was 4 years old). Precipice.

Front row seats at women’s volleyball. Michael Johnson races for gold. US men’s hoops.

The Bagel. Houlihan’s. Cantina Abruzzi. Friendly’s. The Chinese place that fried hamburgers. Capuccino’s. Colorado Public Library. Armani Café. Putterham Deli. Miguel’s. Androuette’s.

I forgot my cummerbund. I spilled red wine on your gown at a Joslin gala. I rear-ended somebody on the Champs Elysees. I locked the brisket in the oven, and then I pressed ‘clean’. I ordered a ‘whore du vere‘ on our first date.

We got mooned on the way to our own wedding. We couldn’t punt in Cambridge. We actually ate at Brasserie Lippe. We flushed dinner down a toilet at a ryokan in Kyoto. We were attacked by no see-ums on Sanibel Island, black flies on Mt. Katahdin and wild turkeys on Hartman Road. We went to Crete, but it was closed. The sliding door fell off our minivan. Our basement bathroom flooded. Three times.

To the next 31 years!

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Happy Birthday Corey!

November 12th, 2010 | 1 Comment | Source: Commentary

(8am, EST)-Twenty-three years ago right now, it was snowing like crazy in Boston. There were 8 inches of the heavy, wet variety on the ground with no signs of a let-up, and that’s when my wife Lori decided to go into labor—2 weeks early—with our third child. Lori’s second labor was super-quick, so chances were this one would be, too!

P1000657 300x225 Happy Birthday Corey!Our plan was to have Joan, a long-time family friend, drive to our home and watch our 2 kids, Brett (age 3 at the time) and Nikki (not quite 2) when Lori went into labor.

I had to shovel our driveway before we could leave for the hospital, because it went straight downhill onto a heavily trafficked road. I’d be risking an accident if I tried to drive over that snow.

Where were my gloves? Where was the frickin’ snow shovel for chrissakes!

For her part, Joan thought she could plow her ancient, gigantic Oldsmobile 88–featuring no-wheel drive and bald tires–through the snow on her driveway. A maze of fishtailing skid marks and exhaust-blackened snowdrifts described how that went, but she did make it to our home and we did make it to the hospital…less than 2 hours before Corey Shaw Laffel was born.

The 12-inch snowfall on November 12, 1987 remains to this day the earliest, largest snowfall in Boston-area history, and that’s the day our third child came into this world.

But you know what? That day was the most difficult time we ever had with Corey. She has been a joy ever since. She has grown to become a beautiful and accomplished daughter, sister and friend. We’re proud of her, and we love her!

Happy Birthday Corey!

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