I usually don't participate in "chain" letters but this text message that I received the other day from a physician is, in my view, worthy of sharing. It may save a life.

He took a few cups of love by Muhammad Ali

  There is something about old friends that well, just doesn’t get old. I had dinner tonight with a friend I haven’t seen in a long time. Nothing wrong, just busy times of life for both of us.  

  I love giving a good gift. Yesterday we attended my friend’s seventith  surprise party. For a month I have been racking my brain trying to figure out what to get him. As of last week, all I could think of was a  gift card.    

Language matters.  Words matter.   It frames how we view things, events, people, ideas and more. We see pundits, politicians, PR pros, advertisers, marketers and other all use it.  

Apparently in France people take their Nutella very seriously.     Parisian's emotional connections to Nutella were on display when a French supermarket chain drastically cut the price of a 2 lb jar of Nutella on Thursday. This resulted in never before seen outbursts of violence between customers fighting to get their hands on the product.  

The other morning my day did not start well.  As I was scrolling through the early morning emails I came upon my credit card bill and I was shocked to learn my balance due was double my norm.   My first fear was that I had been hacked, but that was not the case.  The problem was that my payment of the previous month's balance had arrived late.  The due date was Sunday 1/15 and there was no mail the next day due to the Martin Luther King holiday.  

The other day, I walked from my office on Broadway and 39th Street to “Ink48” (a wonderful boutique hotel with a great restaurant-“Print”) on 48th Street and Eleventh Avenue. As I walked north on Broadway, I left the old “garment district” which is gradually absorbing non-garment businesses with its people-friendly pedestrian mall on Broadway. I was soon walking through Times Square with its bright lights, billboards, street performers, tourists, barricades and police. With a left turn on 47th Street, I was in the Theatre District.