I recently received an email from a client that stopped me in my tracks.They wrote:“I just wanted to share the tremendous impact you are having, not only on me but on the entire team. Each week, the knowledge, accountability, structure, guidance, and mentorship you bring make a meaningful difference and contribute greatly to our experience and success.I wanted you to know how much it is appreciated. You are a superb partner.”I read it more than once.

Pictured is Welles Remy Crowther, hero on 9/11. The Man in the Red Bandana!Veteran Gothamites have a direct connection to Welles, as his dad, Jefferson, was a long time Gotham member who would poignantly tell the fabled story, always in tears and before modern day recognition.  It is a story of self sacrifice and extraordinary altruism which inspired Gotham to commence, in 2012, recognition of similar, yet far short, self sacrifice by members, in the form of our highest honor, the Red Bandana Award.  The Honor Roll of recipients is as follows:

There are so many things to get rid of. Clothing that no longer works (for reasons untold), books, and other “stuff”.But how?Our concerns complicate our efforts by keeping us from simply putting everything in the trash to end up in a landfill somewhere. We want to be environmentally responsible and, if possible, help a charitable cause or two. Books pose the greatest challenge because we simply cannot just throw out books (for so many reasons).

On Long Island there is a long history of private clubs that were built in the late 1800s and early 1900s. In todays world these clubs are very prestigous, very expensive and imposible to be a member at. The Gotham golf outing being at Cold SPring CC is one of these clubs, a very beutiful place. But on Long Island there are many clubs, and one is better than the next, all with a long history and very large properties carved into the landscape. I have been to many of these clubs but this week I played in an outing that seemed to be the nicest of them all, until the next one. MBH. 

We’ve been going through the bittersweet task of organizing my parents’ photo albums. They’re not just filled with pictures, they’re full of memories. Literally, memories -- letters, notes, and cards neatly taped alongside the photos.As we worked our way back to the very beginning, I found myself looking at my own baby pictures in a new way. There were so many, year by year. At first, I wasn’t even sure I recognized myself. 

Labor Day is supposed to be a day to celebrate the American worker, which I try to do.  But I must also admit that I am also celebrating the fact that I don’t have to work. It’s the unofficial end of summer, which means one last barbecue, one last excuse to wear white, including a handbag that I love and will put away tomorrow in its dustbag for its winter hibernation 

While attending an intimate concert — certainly in comparison to venues such as Radio City, Jones Beach or the Garden among other wonderful places to take in shows, last Thursday eve (September 3, 2026) I mused might this gig wind up near the very top of shows covered in my year-end Top Ten Concerts of 2026 commentary.  My daughter, Marisa, and I very much enjoyed Justin Hayward of The Moody Blues at The City Winery.  Justin played most of my fave songs he wrote and sang with the Moodies including Question (one of my all-time fave s

Most of us don’t like being bad at things.When you’re young, being a beginner is normal. We fall off the bike, miss the ball, play the wrong note, and try again. Nobody expects us to know what we’re doing.Unfortunately, that changes when we're adults. We get comfortable being capable. We know our jobs, and generally avoid situations that might make us look foolish. Although I seem to do that a lot:)I know the feeling. When I try something new, part of me wants to skip the awkward stage and be good at it right away. Unfortunately, learning doesn’t work that way.