Tuesday night we were at a favorite restaurant with a favorite couple and I did one of my favorite things.  Near the end of the feast (see pic), I excused myself from the table, allegedly to go to the Men's Room, and paid the check.  I did this because the other couple has been very good to us and also frequently picks up the check. 

I remember the painstaking skill of folding the New York Times so as not to disturb fellow passengers on the train while commuting to the City.A concise folding that allowed me to read an article and get to the continuation of the story several pages in without sharing the large paper with my neighbor and spilling my coffee.I find a certain pleasure in reading “the Paper”. We still have two newspapers delivered every day. Yet, I also find myself getting a lot - if not, most - of the news off my phone.

I spoke to a friend today. A really competitive individual in everything he does. He recently got a concerning health diagonosis. He told me he was treating it like a competition. As if he was running a race and had to beat the other runners. What a great perspective to take. I was really encouraged to hear that attitude. Sometimes attitude is better than the medications. Im chearing for him to win the race!

That feeling of checking something off your list is satisfying.   To check something off your list, however, means having one.I am a list fan.  Lots of list – shopping lists, reminders, and yes – even an old fashioned “to do”.Every Sunday night, I head to my One Note and start a new tab for an upcoming new week.  Up on top, I map out each day and then right underneath start my lists – long term lists, short term lists, personal lists, and on and on.When I am done, I always feel productive – as if, now, I can start my week.

I am not a morning person. During the workweek I try to have a very set morning routine. It is the only way, for me, to get out of the house on time. 

Friday’s blogger already shared his take on the Paul Simon concert at Forest Hills Stadium last Wednesday; I generally concur (and the title is appropriately a Simon tune).  I found interesting that the assembled crowd overwhelmingly, if not unanimously, joyfully responded to the performances despite the current vocal range Simon offered.  His vocals did not generally come close to his past appearances with former partner Art Garfunkel (still in good voice when I saw him perform wit

Truth is so often misrepresented without anyone telling an obvious lie. In the news, facts can be selected, framed, or left out to push a certain narrative. What people hear may be technically true, but still incomplete or misleading.Marketing sometimes works the same way. Brands we all know and love use careful wording, vague claims, and selective details to create a better impression than the full reality supports. A message can sound honest while still guiding people toward the wrong conclusion.

On Wednesday night I enjoyed Paul Simon perform in concert at the iconic Forest Hills tennis venue, along with fellow Gothamites Robert Intelisano and Corey Bearak.   The venue, situated in Forest Hills Gardens, provided the stellar backbone for the night.  As background, it is a venerable horseshoe shaped, 14,000 seat, former tennis stadium which was constructed over a 100 years ago and is still functional as a music venue, residing in the historic Forest Hills Gardens residential Tudor enclave.  All of which was a feast for my eyes!