Not being a frequent visitor to Citifield I did not know the parking situation. Fred had suggested I buy a parking pass for the Gotham Met/Yankee game last Monday. Little did I know that it was a magic pass.
I was recently sitting with a young man who is just starting out in the business world. Nearby were a bunch of DJs wearing colorful foot gear. In an attempt to be cool and with it, I called his attention to their "Kicks". I was amazed, if not deflated and put off, when he shot back "They are Jordans, Kicks is old fashioned".I let it go and chalked it up to my being old school and made a mental note not to venture where I don't belong.
As a kid, I grew up believing that, if you were a Mets fan, you really couldn't like (let alone be friends with) a Yankees fan. It was wonderful being with many, many fellow Gothamites at Citifield the other evening watching the Mets and the Yankees play. I put aside that I was sitting among Yankee fans -- arch enemies of a different era.
Today I am thinking about hang-overs. Probably because I have one. We spent Saturday night at my sister-in-law’s fiftieth birthday party at Dockers in Quogue. It was a fabulous time but, as I am writing this on Sunday morning, I am feeling the pain now. I have a very low tolerance for alcohol; one glass on an empty stomach and I am in pain the next day.
A good friend and wife celebrated 50 years as a “team” yesterday (Saturday, July 30, 2016); he blogged about it on Friday; as comments I posted links to YouTubes of songs by my fave artist, Richie Furay, “Forever With You” (from his 2006 Heartbeat Of Love” CD) and “Still Fine” (from his latest CD, “Hand In Hand”)
As a parent, there will always be a moment (or several) where your children will want a dog. You may or may not like dogs. You may even be allergic to them. What you do know is that having one is a lot of work.
One father created this ingenious and really funny contract for his kids to sign before they could get a dog. (BTW, the dad posted this on Reddit)