I just can’t go to sleep with a sink full of dishes. Even if the rest of the kitchen is clean, those plates, pots and pans, silverware, etc. feel unfinished—and somehow disruptive, even chaotic. To me, they disturb the order of the world.  Taking ten minutes to load the dishwasher, wipe the counters, and reset the room makes the whole house – and me -- feel calmer.

I am definitely a procrastinator. I decided, however, that procrastination is not a bad thing, it really just my brain’s way of asking for more time to think.  In a courtroom if I am asked a question that I am uncertain of the answer, I will generally ask the judge to repeat the question, pretending I have not heard it. That gives me a few seconds to think.  

Today’s commentary appears one week later than intended.  Blame a proud-parent moment; some talk during last week indicated this blog might get pushed back again; stay tuned in that regard.  The lead singer of The Who really rocked out as summer turned to fall.  Roger Daltrey brought his “A Great Night Out” tour to the Capitol Theatre in Portchester on September 22.  While not The Who, this band did feature a Townsend — Simon — on guitar and vocals.  Roger was in great form and I enjoyed his vocals, showmanship a

My last blog was “The shortest blog in the world...more soon.” So here’s more because I try very hard to keep my word.Isn't it funny how much time we spend making things longer than they need to be?An email becomes a novel. A quick meeting somehow takes an hour. A presentation has 30 slides because 10 wouldn’t look like enough work. And somewhere in all of that, there might even be a point.I work in marketing, so I know how easy it is to keep adding words. I fight to keep things short and to the point.

We all experience bodily aches and pains, as part of the Human condition, and they do not improve as we age. Let's just say that at my age I am experiencing my share, if not more! You learn to live with it, as if you have a choice. But then the weather deals an unanticipated  curve ball which throws your practiced tolerance into a "cocked hat" (completely defeat or ruin something)!

The other morning I looked at a photograph on the window sill near my bed. It’s a photograph of me and my father that was taking many years ago. About four by six inches in a nice wooden frame. An old-fashioned desk-top photo.I usually glance at the photo every morning but that morning I looked at it. More than a glance. While studying it, I considered memories. Some internalized and some recorded. The photographs on the window sills, shelves and walls. So many replaced and housed on our phones, computers and various websites and social media platforms.

I am not one to often post solely personal content, but this one hit hard, and so I am looking for the good vibes from the Gotham Tribe to help ease my mind.

Rushashuna and Yom Kippur. Every Sept/October are the high holidays. Over the years the jewish population has migrated to different parts of the country, leaving New York/New Jersey mostly south for better weather and lower expenses. It has become very noticable. Synagogue 25 years ago they had multiple services going on at the same time to accomadate the crowds as well as childrens services. The holidays a few weeks after 9/11 are burned into my mind. 10 years ago it was noticably a smaller crowd. This years it was so noticable it was depresing.