As I write this I am experiencing a sense of melancholy and I ask myself why? Clearly, it is because we will soon return "home" in the north.   "Home" Where is "Home"? If "Home" is in the north, why am I experiencing meloncholy?

We live in a world of acronyms and initialisms. Acronyms being the initials of words forming a grouping of letters that is pronounced as a word. Initialisms, on the other hand, are a grouping of initials that is pronounced as individual letters.

I was thinking about those “politics and religion-free” zones we create? They’re predicated on the notion that talking about politics or religion always leads to arguments, hurt feelings, and broken relationships. I have determined them to be of little value; in fact, I find them to be harmful.   

I’m curious if you have a story or a tip.    To some degree, most of us have responsibility for bringing in new business.  It is one reason we come to a networking group – to expand our business referral sources (of course, in Gotham along with the strong sense of community inside our family).

When I was young, my mother insisted that my brother, sister and I eat dinner together every weekday at 5:00. Actually, she never called it “dinner,” she called it “supper.” Supper at 5:00 was our routine throughout my childhood.   My father, on the other hand, had supper when he came home from work. My mother would sit with him while he ate. My brother, sister and I had to stay out of the kitchen while he ate so he “could relax.”  

The title might suggest I could be talking about yesterday's nice weather.  Indeed, I did go out under the deck to clear out the remaining leaves from the fall; after I sat on my patio chair near my grill and listened to some videos on YouTube of performance of "The Brothers" from their two 55th Anniversary  performances last week at Madison Square Garden.  Marisa and I attended the Tuesday evening show; the playing was just amazing Tuesday; I played videos of Blue Sky from Tuesday and Wednesday evening followed by the instrumental Jessica.

Ah, the Long Island Expressway—our famed LIE,Where "express" is ironic, yet we use it to flee.From Queens to Riverhead, it's a daily test,Of patience and playlists—and holding in stress. Like the Southern State Parkway, with some curves so tight,It demands your focus both day and night.It’s narrow, it’s wild, it’s got no shoulder—And somehow everyone drives ten miles over. 

I am involved with two separate groups, each of which buy weekly lottery tickets (thank you Rosalia and Mitch) and, to date, neither group has won, but winning doesn't seem to be the true benefit.   The fellowship of being part of a group, with a positive common goal, is the true benefit, as we make believe (dream) we are going to win and talk and think as to what we would do with our sudden riches. It's a lot of fun :) What would you do if you won the lottery?