Today is a big golf day for me. Big client, big course. My colleague, Meghan Shue, as seen on CNBC will be with us. Any words of wisdom? Wish me luck!

  It was quiet as a breeze last Tuesday. For over 10 years I have been writing a blog on Monday night and posting it for Tuesday’s publication. You know, I’m Tuesday’s Gotham blogger.

 

I started my day with Black Coffee. If you read last week’s blog (or viewed my last post to Gotham’s RockRap Music listserve), you already know why.   One word (or title or name).  Squeeze.  

The Amazon forest, which produces about 20% of earth's oxygen, and is often referred to as "the planet's lungs" is ablaze.  There's been an 80% increase in deforestation so far this year compared to last year.

Could it be that Summer is ebbing in these “dog days”?  If so, there’s absolutely nothing we can do about it.

We were in Falmouth for the 47th running of the prestigious Falmouth Road Race — a 7.1 mile run from the drawbridge in Woods Hole to the British Beer Company tavern in Falmouth Heights. Our Inn was right on the path of the race about a tenth of a mile from the finish. The porch gave us a perfect view. Watching the runners was inspirational and a bit nostalgic. Elite women and men and the mere mortals. Every one with a story, a purpose and a goal. There was even more inspiration from the wheelchair competitors.

It’s a thing. Really. We’re a biological mutation with the ability to sense change in temperature before any other human. It takes more medication to knock us out. We eat souls for breakfast and our witty demeanor can be unrelenting. The only weakness? The sun. Brothers and sisters to vampires, we can’t stand the bright fireball in the sky. It creates these spots called freckles, which can turn to blisters in a matter of minutes. Beware of the redheads with blue or green eyes, they are the most dangerous. If you see one on the street, do not make eye contact.