Northwell Health, the largest health care provider in New York, ended its mask mandate the other day. This follows the lifting of mask mandates by most health care providers over the past few months and the end of mask requirements in general.Nevertheless, I put my mask in my back pocket this morning - as I have done for the past three years.
You know who you are, and we all have them.  At least, I wish for everyone to be blessed with those friends.  
Are you a delegator or a doer? Or a little bit of both?   We began discussing this last week at a committee meeting for a fundraiser for the Nassau County We Care Foundation. As expected, most people at the committee meeting said they’re doers.   I admit that I do not delegate work well. I always have to have my hands in everything. I find that the more I delegate the more I have to redo the work.  I guess that’s the “control freak” in me.
Is everyone a little Irish on St. Patrick’s Day?  
Yes...this is true.  At the World Baseball Classic, Italy’s dugout has an espresso machine.    Mike Piazza, a former Met, who plays for the Italian team said he was dissatisfied the coffee was being served in a paper cup and not a ceramic one.  
On Sunday morning I was awakened ultra early by a call from a friend alerting me that the water had been turned off in my neighborhood and advising I buy bottled water.   It got me thinking about water, our most taken for granted natural resource.  Pictured are some of the ways water benefits our body. Let's just say we can't live without it.   And because we can't live without it there was an immediate run on bottled water and soon the shelves were bare. 
To all of our friends in warmer climates:I’ve always suspected that the happiness of those in Florida is inversely proportional to the weather in New York.Is it true ?
One of the things that attracted me to moving to Florida was the fortunate ability to live off the water. My house backs up to a canal that is just off the Banana River in Merritt Island, Florida. I grew up in Brooklyn on an ocean block where every Sunday in the summer, my dad would take my brothers and I to Manhattan Beach. The water was just a half block from our house and we just walked a few blocks along the old esplanade (long gone now) to the beach. To us, it was normal.