I was forcibly unplugged while in Europe last week.   My husband and I were in Lisbon. The converter we were using was clearly defective as my iPhone, my iPad and my husband’s iPad all blew. The iPad was even sparking when we tried to charge it.  Luckily, for us, my husband’s Android phone was running perfectly.  

Shelly likes to ride -- a bike that is.  My lovely wife started with one of this bikes you dissemble and assemble which make for easy transport.  I would take her to different parks while I did my work remotely.  Through our friend Brian, she recently upgrade to a regular bike.  It required putting the back seats down until I ordered a removable bike rack for our "Blue Car."  I Installed the rack Friday but left the bike in the car.  Yesterday's plan included a return to Little Bay Park across from Fort Totten.

As the gardner in my house, I've learned a few things.   Digging in the dirt is theraputic I love to trim trees and bushes but don't like cleaning up Weeds are the freeloaders of the garden world It's amazing how resilient plants are, especially weeds Gardening can be really tiring and tough on the back It feels like I'm contributing to a greener planet (pun intended)   Do you dig in the dirt? Give it a try, you might like it ;)  

When I was a boy, Mickey Mantle was my favorite baseball player.  Truth be told he was my boyhood Idol and he wore #7 (as a Rookie he wore #6, but that's a story for another blog).

A few weeks ago, at a joint meeting of the Bandit and Health and Longevity groups, I reported on upcoming events and June 4th cocktails at the TWA Hotel at Kennedy Airport.

Making the move from the City with its bright lights, noise, and crowds to a urban residential neighborhood where I can see the stars, hear the sounds of birds singing songs I’ve never heard before, was a wonderful opportunity for change.    

It seems fitting on Memorial Day when I am writing my blog to remember both my dad and my husband’s dad.  

When did canned fish, other than tuna fish, become chic?   As a kid I loved canned sardines. Not the ones canned in tomato sauce (ick), the basic sardines canned in olive oil.  But I never, ever, brought them to school for lunch. The most notable reason was, probably, the smell. But I also was afraid that the other kids would make fun of me for liking sardines. So, I ate them at home in private.