I was walking up the aisle from my front row seat at intermission of “Shows for Days” at the Newhouse Theater at Lincoln Center; “Ben, your shirt is open.” (Actually, I was wearing a T shirt under an open shirt.) I looked around and when I focused on Gothamite Richard Fromewick seated several rows up the aisle, I replied that I was thankful that I had a T shirt on at all.

Today, Wed. July 15, is my 61st birthday. A decade older than Roger Maris when he left this mortal coil.

  Friday night we attended a free concert in our town park with friends -- a Bee Gees tribute band. They were great and I sang out loud. (No comments please on my choice of music. I had my fill of that from my children all weekend long.)

I have been riding alone so far this summer, until I caught up with a fellow while riding on Route 22 yesterday by the Kensico Dam. As I started to pass him he asked me where I was headed. That started a conversation that lasted another fifteen miles as we rode in tandem until we split off.  

Did you know that humans and chimps share a genetic mutation that helps them break down alcohol? Scientists say that the benefits of such an expanded diet may have even led evolution to favor an attraction to alcohol.  

Over my many years I have learned that there are three stages in life: Youth, Middle Age and "You Look Good!"I'm not saying that I look good, but I have survived the first two stages and work hard every day living right to earn the third accolade. If anyone is interested in the details feel free to let me know. :)

In case you haven't seen this yet, someone tried to charge his cellphone on stage at a performance of “Hand to God” on Broadway. Details are unclear, but apparently a man in the audience jumped onto the stage to plug his cellphone into one of the electrical outlets on the set. The only problem was that the outlet was a prop in the scenery -- not a real outlet. Actually, that wasn't his only problem. Suffice it to say that I don't think he got to see the show.