It was in the personal section of yesterday's Wall Street Journal -- carrying two cell phones.
That's what Fred called it. Gotham has a number of talk lists where fellow Gothamites can chat about a variety of topics. There is something about talking sports that allows people to debate, speculate, opine and even hurl light barbs without others taking things too personally.
Baseball season started yesterday with the composition of the middle school team. This year, sixteen boys and one girl.
The girl on the team has been playing since she was little and really, really wanted to play on the boys team. She had to pass a physical test that the boys did not but she didn’t care. She wanted to play.
I have admitted in past blogs that I am not an athletic person. My idea of a work-out is to walk the treadmill as I watch a trashy television show that I have taped; usually an episode of The Real Housewives. As I have gotten older, however, I have recognized the increased importance of exercise for me.
Sitting on my office desk facing me is a Tiffany Lalique glass crystal sculpted eagle head.
Do you think it's possible? It sounded incredible to me. I remember, in the movie Back To The Future, the unit that powered Doc Brown's cool DeLorean car/time machine. It was called Mr. Fusion and was powered by organic junk.
Well hello McFly...a guy named Jim Mason is building gasification machines he calls the Power Pallet that turns garbage into power.
In the last two weeks I have had car trouble. First, I was rear ended in a four car chain reaction crunch precipitated by a Snapple truck (Snapple Crackle and Pop!) which caused extensive damage to both the front and rear of my car. Then last weekend, I took the substitute rental car and parked in a lot adjoining the restaurant where we were dining. When we returned the spot was empty. A vanished car (rental or otherwise) is a surreal shocking sight!
I reached across the desk for the stapler, carefully positioned the papers, and squeezed. Nothing. The stapler was empty.