On my way back to the office, I followed an electric bike flying down the road at nearly 30 mph. No helmet. No stopping at stop signs. Just a perfectly coordinated black outfit on a black bike, and zero regard for the rules.At this point, can we really call these things “bicycles”? E-bikes move as fast as small motorcycles, yet riders face none of the requirements: no license, no training, no protective gear, and apparently no obligation to stop at basic traffic signals.

Recently, I met with our new Village Mayor, Adam H. Koblenz, Esq., and during our discussion I mentioned a time capsule buried on the Vilage Hall grounds and he expressed interest. Consequently, I did some digging and came up with the following blog: 

I’m happy the election is behind us. Maybe there will be a break in the incessant texts and emails.Although I don’t live - or vote - in New York City, I received hundreds of text messages and emails from the several mayoral candidates urging me to vote in the weeks running up to the election.And candidates from outside of New York, recognizing that I couldn’t vote for them, sought contributions for the cause.Perhaps the fact that the election is over will put a stop to these texts and emails —- because nothing else would.

Traveling, whether by car, bus, train or air always has risks.  However, today we know that with the shut down, it comes with what most think are additional risks.  I had my own concerns as I was traveling home (being Amarillo, TX) this past week for the memorial service of a very close pseudo family member.  If any of you have heard, I personally have the worse travel luck in history.  So I am always on guard.  Never surprised when issues come up.

As I look for ways to help my own "kids" find their own path, I search for small phrases to encourage them.Here are a few I found on a website from Jim Burns...Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.  -Mother TeresaA candle loses nothing by lighting another candle. James KellerPeople will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. Maya Angelou (this is my favorite).

It happens twice a year – we either gain or lose an hour in time.  When the clocks “Fell Back” this past weekend, I was excited to gain an hour’s sleep.  In reality, it didn’t feel that way because we woke up early to vote.  The real challenge with this change is that by 6 pm it is fully dark. The change in time actually shifts the whole day.  The dark sky says the day is coming to a close – even though I may not be quite ready. I suppose I will be looking forward to Springing Forward. 

There’s always that one food you just can’t stand, no matter how it’s prepared. For me, it’s beets—something about the texture alone makes me lose my appetite. Even when people insist they’re “so much better roasted,” I still don’t want them anywhere near my plate. Some foods just aren’t meant to be part of your story, and that’s perfectly fine.   What food should never be on your plate?

Years past I closed up outside later this month. Not this year. A variety of reasons contributed. Celebrating a milestone in Vegas played into my “calculations.” Weather also influenced; needing to secure umbrellas, electronics and furniture, I decided — out of an abundance of caution— to protectively break down my setup.