Jaclyn was gathering some family videos and photos for a project she is doing at school. In strolling down video memory lane, we stumbled across a snippet of Bill filming the kids dancing to Thriller. They were probably 10 and 6 years old at the time.

I am a big fan of “Shark Tank.”  I love seeing the different products and hearing the sharks’ reactions to them. But I think what I enjoy the most is hearing the advice the sharks give the entrepreneurs.  If you listen closely, sometimes it’s almost a master’s class in running a business.  

Tuesday, I expect to devote much of my day inducing others directly or indirectly to exercise their right to vote.  Advising a candidate who all expects to win overwhelmingly you might not think that  --  as we used direct mail, community newspaper ads, robo calls and canvas teams to encourage eligible folks to exercise this right I view as something sacred and a right all must cherish.  The data suggests otherwise.  Too many opt out.  

Yes it happened here....well in Florida anyway. Police arrested a 53-year-old woman and charged her with drunk driving. The funny thing is, she was riding a horse.   The police had received a few 911 calls about someone riding down the road on a horse. So they responded, located her and pulled her over. The officers peformed a sobriety test, found her well over the legal limit and she was charged with DUI.   No word if the horse was given a sobriety test though.

A nurse is defined as a person trained to care for the sick or infirm, especially in a hospital and although they have always been important, albeit underappreciated, they are becoming recognized as more and more important as our population ages and healthcare system totters. The following was written by my good friend (Tow Pro) Chuck Schmidt in recognition of the above:

As I watched the coverage of Tuesday’s terrorist attack and the reality set in, two recurring thoughts came to mind. I remembered our walks along that stretch of the path along West Street and I remembered an off-Broadway play that we saw many years ago. I don’t remember the name. The play, set in Israel, depicted scenes of everyday life — a visit with friends, dinner in a restaurant, coffee in a cafe. Each scene was abruptly interrupted by an explosion — a terrorist attack.

There is always a little more hope in the first of the month. A new beginning. A fresh start.

  I remember our first Halloween after moving into our house. It was 1998 and Jaclyn was not quite 3 years old. We had just moved in the previous summer after living in an apartment in Manhattan. Going door to door was a different experience.