“Sunday dinner” means different things to different families. To my family, during the winter, it  generally means ordering in from our favorite Italian restaurant. During the summer, it means watching my husband cook our dinner on the bar-b-que. Given all of our busy schedules, it is one of the only days during the week that we sit down and eat dinner together.

I proudly display all sorts of objects on my desk that my kids made when they were little.  I have a ceramic pencil holder that Max made and a small little ceramic bowl that I use to hold paper clips.   From Hilary I have a great paperweight with my initials on it in squiggly wormy letters.  I have used it for many years.  

First off a get well wish to regular Saturday blogger, our friend Mitch Tobol, who some of us fondly call by his nom de pen, webmaster.  A bit under the weather, we wish him to get well.  I am honored to be called in to pinch-blog.  Here goes:

The following is from last year and it warrants repetition:   If you drive you play it   Salt and plows make it   Tires and suspensions hate it   How many more weeks to evade it?

As we settled into our seats at the theater, I opened the Playbill and read the insert asking that I shut off my cell phone. The request went beyond the usual reminder to “silence” the device. “PLEASE...turn off your cell phones...” the insert implored, followed by an explanation of how even silenced phones interfered with the theater’s sound system.

You know what they say about birthdays, right? Sure beats the alternative. It’s certainly a mixed blessing, especially once you’ve reached “a certain age.” One day nearer the end, but the end could be another 50 - 60 years away…

  We are all creatures of habit. I am about to divulge a fact about myself that few people know. When I am alone in the car I sing – loudly. And, I am partial to one particular song – Born in the USA.

I recently read an interesting article about facial recognition software.