A year ago I discussed two gatherings. This time just one. It represented almost that cross-pollination effect that Fridays blogger likes to note at meetings or other things Gotham. Most times I enjoy a morning full court “game.” This week no court experience but the 4th Annual Gotham Picnic and Softball game. Keeping with tradition, we used my ca …
Early this summer Shelly “declared” we would redo the “patio” and garden space below our deck next year in time for next summer. She meant a total redo to a space I did on my own probably at least 25 years. Some of the space, including a spot for the grill on Belgian blocks became an afterthought when we replaced the deck. At the July 17 meeting …
This past Friday during lunch in Princeton, my friend architect extraordinaire Josh Zinder asked each attendee to share a story. Since the next Friday (September 23) marks a special anniversary of sorts, I shared how I met Fred C. Klein or perhaps how Fred met me. A version of that story, perhaps the definitive one, appears in the March 2016 …
Almost three years ago (1084 days ago according to this website) I blogged about my glove and giving it up to Marisa in LA. I felt its "loss" last summer at the Gotham City Networking Inc.® Picnic and Softball game at Plainview-Old Bethpage Park. I played 2B in our intra-tribal softball game with a glove borrowed from Ben Geizhals; very kind of B …
So many topics to consider. One who probably knows best suggested I cover a fave topic – music – and the current president's taste. Driving to basketball (and after we played friends there thought I should blog on our 4 v 4 full court games) this morning Adam LaRoche dominated the sportstalk radio airwaves; and as well when we left the gym and I …
Marisa came home from L.A. to attend her cousin Tara's wedding. Tara was the flower girl when Shelly and I married. When Marisa took flight to CA, she left her softball equipment home. She pitched, caught, played every infield position. Initially I played her where I lacked someone to do the job. When the girls began to pitch, we found my da …
