Prom season is upon us. Dresses -- matching tuxedos – flowers – dates -- pre-party – limos -- after-party -- and the list continues

This past weekend began a very exciting period for my husband and me.  All four of our children are graduating this spring. My daughter and step daughter graduated college this past weekend. My other daughter and step son graduate high school in June.

Thursday was a beautiful day so I took the day off and Eve and I drove up to Amenia for a 21 mile bike ride.  The sun was blazing and the air was warm as we started along the Harlem Valley Rail trail past the farms and hills of Dutchess County.  

The Syrian Electronic Army (S.E.A.) successfully attacked the NY Times yesteday. This is the same "army" that hacked the Twitter account of the A.P. and drove the stock market down by Tweeting that there were explosions at the White House.   We have a cyber army and so does Russia, England, Israel, Iran, Pakistan and of course China. Just about every country has one...even Bangladesh.  

1) Nuts2) Oops3) Damn4) Hmm5) Crap6) Whew7) Yum8) Phew9) Rats10) Ugh11) Blech

I have had an occasional interest, but no great and burning desire, to visit Poland to see the cities where my parents lived before the war. I am not sure why. Perhaps the images in my mind from the stories I have been told and pictures that I have seen is sufficient. Perhaps I realize that with the exception of the re-enactment in the movie "Schindler's List" (for my father's Cracow) and the PBS documentary "The Lodz Ghetto" (my mother's city), I will never be able to see and experience the cities as my parents knew them.

I read a recent article about how the family of former Pirates pitcher Fritz Ostermuller was upset about how their father was depicted in the movie about Jackie Robinson, "42".  Historians now say that the movie represented more of a charicature, symbolic of all of the hatred and racism faced by Robinson, rather than an accurate portrayal.  In is not an unusual tactic for a writer and it probably is harmless to those who aren't in the Ostermuller family.  What I don't understand is why they didn't use a fictitious name instead.

I tend to write long cards on all of the various occasions, birthdays, anniversaries, and everything in between. So does my daughter.