Tomorrow is Father's Day and I will be thinking about my Dad. Although I think about him everyday, I'm sure I'll be a bit more reflective.     I recently found this picture of him three weeks ago and spent some time staring at it wondering what he was thinking. He was a brilliant man, a true gentleman and I miss him.  

Preface: This story is written from the perspective of our dog Charcoal who was visited upon for a week by Lucy, our son’s vacationing family’s fellow Schnoodle:I’m Charcoal in color and fellow female Lucy is White .

  Some of my favorite people in the world are natural born connectors. Who comes to mind? Fred Klein, Mitch Tobol, Josh Zinder, Liz Saldana, Victoria Drogin, Paul Napolitano, Shelly Simpson, Dan Hochler, Nancy Schess, Tom Gallin, Susan Zinder, Ben, Paul, Raj, Kelly…The list goes on.  

  When summertime rolls around, I dream about just sitting in my backyard on a beautiful afternoon with a glass of wine and a good book. Thanks to David Abeshouse and Paul Napolitano, I’m on my way to expanding my taste in wine. I have even been known recently to affirmatively choose a Pinot Noir over a Moscato. Some would say progress . . .

 

 

Last week, I lamented the lack of free (and low cost) shows this summer. This, by no means, indicate a lack of quality shows to attend; it just means parting with many, many pennies to access them. My intended lineup of summer shows remains in flux. But, a schedule of sorts appears to show some promise.