Once a year, weather permitting friends primarily from high school gather for a BBQ in a courtyard outside a co-op in Bell Park Manor Terrace in Queens Village. Last summer, a wash out and some other circumstances made for a missed year. The year the rain threatened our gathering. A cancellation notice went out yesterday morning. Midday I receive a message about a smaller gathering inside with a later start. I enjoy catching up with everyone.
Over 100 drivers heading to the Denver International Airport said they were diverted by Google Maps last Sunday due to a crash on major road.
These drivers were led down a dirt road that soon turned muddy due to recent rains and vehicles ended up stuck with about 100 cars lined up behind them.
Google responded stating "We encourage all drivers to follow local laws, stay attentive, and use their best judgment while driving."
Gotham held it’s annual Bob Formica Golf Outing this past Monday and I must say that besides the beautiful verdant rain enriched course the golf cart, not the golf, was the best part. Every year Paul Napolitano and spouse Victoria Drogin are in my foursome (we missed Hard Hitting Don Bernstein this year) and, lucky me, I'm paired with Victoria in a golf cart.
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
I look forward to our golf outing every year. Anyone who knows me for any length of time has just burst out in a big thunderous belly laugh. For me to say I look forward to anything even tangentially sports related is a feat.
For most of my adult life, I loved to sleep late on the weekends. Even when my children were young, when they would wake up earlier than me on weekends, I would pull them into my bed and let them watch television while I dozed.