In Memory

Louis (Bubber) Adelstein

Attorney-at-law Louis Steven Adelstein, a.k.a. “Bubber,” dear brother of Joann Bigelson of Los Angeles, Calif., Stacey Perlick of New York, Deborah Adelstein-Bell, Dr. Teddy, Penny, and Carol Adelstein; beloved uncle of Phoebe and Gillian Bigelson, Samuel Bell, and Isaac Adelstein; loving son of the late Renee and Dr. Nelson Adelstein, died Thanksgiving weekend at age 58. Mr. Adelstein made an indelible impression on everyone whose life he touched. He grew up as the big brother of a boisterous brood of siblings, whom he loved and cherished. Mr. Adelstein was a Shaker Heights High graduate and well-known for his devilish antics and fun-loving personality. Known for his charm, charisma and wit, he started his professional career as an educator in the inner-city schools and went on to become a criminal defense specialist, well-respected and liked by fellow attorneys, judges and bailiffs. He represented hundreds of indigent defendants throughout his career.While never a traditional student, Mr. Adelstein distinguished himself at Cleveland Marshall College of Law by acquiring Lee Skeel and American Jurisprudence awards of honor. An erudite at heart, his reading and knowledge of any number of topics was vast. He will be missed and remembered. Contributions are suggested to the Southern Poverty Law Center, 400 Washington Ave., Montgomery, Ala. 36104. Arrangements by Berkowitz-Kumin-Bookatz Memorial Chapel.



 
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10/04/16 07:49 PM #1    

Levin Armwood

Buber may have been the class clown, but when I collided with Bill Fowler playing softball in gym, Bubber offered his shirt to keep the blood from a cut in my eyebrow from bleeding into my eye. It was my pleasure to relate the story to a cousin of his who I met years later.

 


02/04/17 12:35 PM #2    

Douglas W. Scher

Bubber was tough, fearless and irreverent. As a result people used to give him a wide berth. We went out drinking in the summer of 69 somewhere around 65th and Fleet. Ended up completely blotto and leaving a bar with two working girls who were actually attracted to  us- not as customers.  The girls had a "manager mister" who accosted us outside the bar. Bubber backed him down  and then peed on the sidewalk, and we went home with the girls. He sat and talked amiably to his; I didn't have that kind of selflessness or discipline.   Lost touch w him after moving to SF in 74. Doesn''t surprise me to read the obit and find he made a career championing the outcasts. If the class of '68 had a James Dean award, he gets it. RIP Bubber!


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