After stuffing myself with fried turkey, brisket, potato latkes, stuffing and brussel slaw, I wondered how many other people enjoy the same. So...I went on a Thanksgiving fact finding tour and found the following morsels for you to digest.  

On this second day of the Thanksgiving weekend I would like to give thanks to all things Gotham. In the true spirit of our "It's better to give than receive, but what goes around comes around" mantra, our Tribe has enjoyed a bountiful year.In this our "Sweet 16" year we have grown geometrically to over 50 groups (stretching from Boston to South Florida) with more than 900 members.

Since I blog on Thursdays, I have the pleasure of using this space once a year to wish the entire Gotham family a very Happy Thanksgiving.   May you enjoy the day and share thanks with those near and dear to your heart. And may you find much to be thankful for in all that surrounds you.   Happy Thanksgiving.

It is my impression that Gothamites are positively changing our world every day.  Whether we are supporting charities, helping one another, or helping those we do not even know.  We raise our families and we contribute to our communities.  Sometimes we can even change the world a bit.  

An eighth Princeton University student was diagnosed this past Friday with meningitis. To me, this is terrifying. With a daughter getting ready to head off to college next year, this outbreak has my attention, as I expect it has many parents’ attention with college age children.

Ben’s recent blog about Yiddish got me thinking about one particular Yiddish word, “beshert.” My Mom used to call my Dad her beshert because, until the day she died, they were one of the happiest married couples I have ever seen. “Beshert” essentially means “inevitable” or “preordained.”

I am not a fan of reality or contest TV shows, but this year I am hooked on The Voice.  And it is all because of a 17 year old girl from New Jersey.  Here is why.  

This morning the Salvation Army is sending over a truck to pick up some office furniture that's in my garage. That's the technical description of what's happening. The real story is the desk I sat at for over 20 years, the flat files I used for artwork that was lovingly made for clients and the files cabinets that housed the history of the Tobol Group are being given away. I'm sad because this represents many years of my life.