Home delivery of newspapers is not a concept of the past in our home. We still get home delivery of three newspapers. I have often thought about this as unnecessary and recently spoke to my brother-in-law about it. He also gets three newspapers - a local paper, the Times and the WSJ. Perhaps it’s an effort to get balance, perhaps just holding on to tradition, or, perhaps, a lingering resistance (albeit, unsuccessful) to the onslaught of the alerts and notifications of cyber news.

“As you grow older, you’ll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don’t you forget it—whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash” ―

  I know you all won’t read this until Memorial Day has passed, but I wanted to take this opportunity to say “thank you for your service” to all of those in our Gotham family, and beyond, who have served our country. It is an act that is way too often taken for granted but critical to each of us every single day.  

  Today, as we honor our fallen heroes, we also mark the first weekend of the summer. To me, the summer is all about bar-b-que. And when you think about bar-b-que, most people think about hamburgers and hot dogs.    

Like a good friend, I can enjoy a good swim. Unlike that friend, my swim facility only recently became “available” to me. My second time I visited it with Shelly. She makes other use of it (and maintained her affiliation for several years before I recently selected it) but I still swam, and evidently we already plan two more successive visits.

Here's one to make you smile.  In Texas, an elementary student thanked the officers from the Fulsher Police Department for recently pulling his mom over. It was one of a bunch of letters they received during National Police Week, which honors police officers killed in the line of duty. This particular letter was from a young boy. Here's what it said...  

"Just do it" is the iconic Nike slogan and to me it is a very compelling and profound mantra. Every day I say it to myself (out loud) before I start my morning exercise regimen.

I am following up on last week’s blog; the apology is made, but is it accepted? The ball, as they say, is in the court of the person to whom the apology is made. (My legal training compels me to label this person the “apologee”.) It seems to me that the first threshold for the apologee is a judgment of whether the apology is sincere - and, therefore, should be accepted. This decision can create immediate problems for the fate of the apology.