I saw a news report that I thought was interesting.
Sometimes songs just pop into my head, coming out of nowhere. "What's New Pussycat" is one of those. Here is another, a good happy song. Do you know it?
A man who tried to sell a backpack of dirty socks as marijuana has been sentenced to at least one year in a Michigan prison.
Michael Suarez was sentenced Thursday for committing fraud through false pretenses.
Police say Suarez was pursuing a marijuana deal in July when he showed up at a home in Lenawee County's Raisin Township. But instead of carrying pot, he had a backpack stuffed with dirty socks.
So although he didn't have the illegal substance he was sentenced for committing fraud ?!?
I was on such a roll: not having had a cold for over 2 years and then I came down with a dreaded Summer cold in mid July. At this writing it has settled in my chest and I have lost my voice. The mistake I made, according to Joanne, was that I didn't dial it back and give Nature a chance to cure me. Rather, I continued to push my every day swimming streak, played crucial softball Playoff games every other day, frequented Gotham lunches and events, slavishly continuied with my trainer and went on and on with my grinding and denial.
A few days before leaving for our annual visit to Martha’s Vineyard last week, I received a voice message from Steve and Kim.
September is upon us. It seems to come quicker every year. I'm told that's a function of getting older, feeling like time is moving more rapidly. The onset of fall seems to be a big time for change.
My Facebook feed is full of pictures of children starting school, most are absolutely adorable.
My friend, Jeanette bought her first apartment and my friend Elise, who lived here in NYC for a couple of years, then moved to Louisville, now has gone to Canada for Grad school.
Even Google has changed its logo.