I need a favor Gotham. We are in very challenging times changing the way we greet other people. If you know me, I am most likely to engage in some form of touch to say hello. It might be a handshake, or admittedly, if I know you better a hug.

  Ever since I met my husband’s cousin, Jack, he always had a dog. First there was Bailey. And then recently, a few months after Bailey passed, he adopted Shelby from a local shelter.  

A week ago on a drive to dine out with friends, but not driving (Folks who know us both: Paul was driving!), I was scribbling a list of road songs and a few songs that fit that motif even if drive, road or highway was not in the title or lyrics.

The Greeks believed that inspiration or "enthusiasm" came from the muses, as well as the gods Apollo and Dionysus. Similarly, in the Ancient Norse religions, inspiration derives from the gods, such as Odin. Inspiration is also a divine matter in Hebrew poetics. Where does your inspiration come from...  

Cats run free and dogs are leashed?     Woman wear skirts and only Scotsmen do?   Men can go topless?   English drive on the Left side of road?   We continue with Day Light Savings time?   We write left to right?   There are Senior Citizen discounts?   Pickles are free?

Last Sunday, we took a flight back to New York from the happy island of Aruba (that’s the subject of another blog).

Do you remember when you were a wee lad or lass and it was time to pick teams for dodgeball, basketball or some gym team sport, or neighborhood front-lawn game?  It was an interesting study of the human condition, as children. The desire to be "picked for the team" and not be the last man or woman standing was gut-wrenching. Remember?

Great film. We went to the movies this weekend. It was an empty theatre and we sat right in the middle – but that was so close to the screen that it literally felt like we were in the movie.