Cameras are ubiquitous and the pictures and videos taken by them are playing an ever-increasing part in our lives. I recently heard a legal analyst refer to videos as the new DNA of criminal prosecutions.

If you've ever served on a board, a co-op board or an association board or a not-for-profit board you know it's not easy to get things done. Things just seem to go around in circles and never get anywhere. Well, there's one place where that's not true, one place where they hear you, listen to you and you can write your own ticket with other like-minded people. Yesterday I had a great fortune to meet with four other Gothamites and start planning the fifth annual Gotham Film Festival. This is just one of many of the great events in Gotham that have been born this way.

  I met a lovely young law student today who told me that she knew she wanted to be a lawyer from the time she was in third grade. She is clearly a very focused person with her eye on her desired end game.

When Passover ends, my thoughts every year turn to the same two items, pizza and bagels. I love a thick slice of pizza loaded with extra cheese and as many vegetables as will fit on the slice. Similarly, I am not a plain bagel person. I cannot resist an everything bagel, bursting with seeds.

Finally, a day that feels like Spring. That means a day on the bike, the first ride of the season. It also means a day of a neck ache, saddle sores, and tired legs. And that means a good nap is also coming. All in all it is nothing to complain about. Being out of breath climbing out of the saddle on a steep hill with green legs means I can breathe. Thank you, Mitch for your blog yesterday to remind us to take it all in. Hope you are getting better every day. See you on the golf course.

You have about an hour to live. Never thought I here someone say that to me. That type of line was only for TV shows and movies. But here I was in the emergency room with severe abdominal pain and a surgeon I did not know telling me this.   I'm happy to say after two surgeries I'm on the "road to recovery." The details of the whole ordeal are very technical. It appears that it stems from a bone marrow disorder. I'm getting further tests, of course, to find out.  

Do you remember the classic 1939 Judy Garland movie where they were off to see the Wizard on the yellow brick road and when they eventually found him he was a very ordinary little old man behind the screen?  Very disappointing to say the least. Are you a Wizard of Oz?

There was an eerie sense as I opened my eyes the other morning. Something wasn't right. As my eyes focused, I realized that none of the usual lights were on. No digital numbers on the clock radio, no telltale glows from the chargers plugged into the wall and no ambient light from the street. No power. I went to the window and confirmed the troubling suspicion. No power.