There is a “No Right Turn on Red” sign in my neighborhood that is, to say the least, annoying. There seems to be no justification for the prohibition on right turns on red at that spot. And, it is a long light. Oftentimes, I witness drivers stopping at the red light, looking around -- for cars and police -- and making the prohibited turn. Sometimes there's a police car lurking in the shadows.

The boys have worked so hard all year.  We were an expansion team, so we didn't have any returning players like all the rest of the league.  With the hopes of being the team to beat in the future, we drafted young so that we would be very good in the upcoming years.  We didn't expect to compete this season, but then we were able to pick-up the one elite player in the draft.  Even though he is only 13, he is close to 6'3" has a monstrous shot, had developed into a shut-down defenseman and is the leader of our team.  The young players worked very hard and we mana

About a week or so ago, a teenage prank in a small town in Kentucky led to headline news. The way the story goes, a teenager and his friends were passing by the local bingo hall and one dared the other to go inside and yell “Bingo”. With the line in the sand drawn, the dare was accepted and off he went inside the hall crowded with avid bingo players in mid game. “Bingo!!” he exclaimed apparentl

Thinking of golf, thank you Mitch, we have thought about taking it up this year.  In the past I have played only twice each season -- once at the Gotham outing, and the second time is with my sons and son in law at the Bernstein Annual Father's Day Golf Tournament.  You wouldn't know I only play twice a year with the way I crush my golf cart companion at the Gotham outing, but it is true.  That is not the point though.  

It's an exciting time of year, leaves will start to form on trees, flowers will grow and more importantly we get to play golf.   Golf season is here and, as I'm sure you know, the Annual Bob Formica Golf & Tennis Outing is right around the corner. But a more important story is emerging from the USTA.  

My wife Joanne was my high school girl friend and we have been married 46 years. Among the many many things she brings to our marriage is that of the great "Leveler". She has an inexhaustible capacity to cut through all the spin, puff and noise to bring me down and ground me. This is a not always pleasant for me, but I know it is a good thing as, for whatever the reason, many people seem to tell me what they think I want to hear.

Between Passover and Easter - a time to reflect on tradition and family. This year was the first year that our generation was the oldest generation at my brother and sister-in-law's seder table. But we were lucky to still have three generations around the table. I remember my son on my father's knee. Now it is my knee. The tradition goes on.