Watching the Tour de France, I am thinking of Gino Bartali.  Born one hundered years ago, in 1914 in Florence, Bartali is one of the top five bicycle racers of all time.  He won the Giro d'Italia in 1936, 1937 and 1946.  And won the Tour de France in 1938 and then again after the war in 1948, his most famous victory.  It was the largest gap ever between victories at the Tour, ten years. He started to race as a boy with his brother, who died in a cylcing accident.   Bartali was a national hero

No pun intended...or maybe just a little :)   Tiger Woods made the cut yesterday in the British Open by making a birdie on the 18th hole. Without that he was a goner for the weekend. It's his first major and only second time playing competitive golf since his back surgery.  

Nancy and I always say that, as to Gotham (our networking group), we have a "no plan plan", as we marvel at the incredible growth and reach of our Gotham community and power of our "It's better to give than receive, but what goes around comes around" philosophy. Greater minds than ours might be able to explain it, but until then it has come to me that the secret to our Tribe's magnetism has something to do with Gotham providing a concrete form to the human longing for togetherness, coupled wiith unfettered opportunity for individual expression.

 

We'll grow old, we'll take care of each other I'll be your sister, your mother, your lover We'll be friends during changes of weather Let's be together on our own Let's be together alone We're believers, we've been hurt by believing Needing people, we know looking's not seeing

I discovered music in high school. It started with Barry Manilow (yes, I did just admit that) and Bill Joel, but soon Bruce Springsteen took center stage. I have vivid memories of long summer nights with friends hanging out outside of our houses and singing Bruce’s latest hits at the top of our lungs. Not sure the neigh

While I was contemplating posting the lyrics to "Monday, Monday,"  I thought the following would be more fun.  The first concert I went to was BTO when I was in tenth grade. And while I thought these lyrics were fun then, they mean something entirely different to me thirty-five years later:

Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is our whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of