I want to thank Mitch for his blog this past Saturday.  His words helped me to decide to publish the foregoing.  

Back in the days of cassette tapes I created a special tape of love songs. I played it on my first date with Shelly. With Valentines Day approaching and many groups holding “Sweethearts Dances” this weekend or next, why not share some (most) of my fave “Songs of Love” and invite your suggestions.  

It was an 8AM breakfast last Thursday that lead me to this. Maybe it was the effort it took to make the meeting or maybe it was the snowstorm that raged outside or maybe it was merely the fact we had nothing else to do...no pressure to leave.  

As I approach the 3/4 pole I must admit that I am now a/the Patriarch.  A fancy word for "Old Fart".  It snuck up on me as I kept on keeping on and my hair silvered.  "Mr. Klein" was my dad and then, suddenly, it was me.  All of a sudden, seats are offered to me on the subway.  Don't get me wrong, I welcome Senior Citizen discounts and I do enjoy being proofed.   I'm told I look good, but I am well aware that there are three stages in life: Youth, Middle Age and "You Look Good!"  

Walking through offices, I've noticed them more and more. Two computer screens, where only one once stood, are adorning desks.

My entire blog is dedicated to letting you know that we need your fabulous Gotham photos for the Gala montage. Videos too. Please send me your BEST digitized photos for use in the montage.

  Wow! What a game!     It is shocking that I find myself writing a blog about the Super Bowl. But, how could even a non-football lover miss the excitement of Sunday night’s game?

There is a large political movement underway on the internet. Surprisingly, it has nothing to do with any of President Trump’s executive orders. Rather it is an effort to declare today, the day after the Super Bowl, a national holiday; Smunday.   And, of course, as a national holiday salaried employees would have a paid day off.