The flight had open seating. As we settled into the seats we had chosen, we heard coughing nearby. It was the young man in the seat in front of us. The young man with the eye patch. As he continued to cough, one of his colleagues asked how he was feeling. “Not so great. The medicine hasn’t kicked in yet...and the doctor isn’t sure whether it’s bacterial or viral.” Then, between hacking coughs, he added. “The doctor said I’m contagious.” We’re getting pretty concerned and I offer Flo a chewable vitamin C tablet. Flo is not happy.

October 11th, 1975. A powerful day in our history.   1975 - Bruce Springsteen has his first pop hit, "Born to Run." 1975 - Saturday Night Live debuts

  Bill and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary in Puerto Rico. We stayed at a beautiful hotel in San Juan, ate well, visited quaint neighborhoods, and enjoyed meeting local people. We even climbed around a fort or two.

Recently, I wrote about a controversy in my home, toilet seats up or down. And I was grateful for all the responses. Apparently, there is another debate brewing in my home and it concerns ice, crushed or cubes?  

Yesterday involved a new milestone very important to me. I certainly welcomed it and gladly survived it. I write not about some annual date which always merits celebration reaching a level generally considered symbolic. Yesterday marked a return to court (and not the legal variety that a friend advised I strongly consider). A leg ailment and a summer primary combined to keep me from playing my regular twice a week basketball. Shelly “instructed” me to play only one game. There were three with last one running a bit longer (Good “D” or lousy shooting).

Ice CreamWhipped creamSword fish (blackened)Home Fries (crisp)Sushi/sashimi platterChipsChampagneCherry stone clamsSea food saladBroccoli rabeSpare ribsEgg rollsPizzaDark chocolate Black coffeeSalted almonds BaconBread and butter (which is only food on this list I deny myself)

I gazed at the half-full coffee mug on my desk as I stood up. I had to walk down the halls to another attorney's office to discuss a case. I thought about taking the mug with me. Nice to be able to sip the rest of my morning coffee. But something made me think twice. I took the mug anyway. As I was walking back to my office someone came rushing around a corner. What little coffee was left in the mug ended up on my shirt. I had meetings later that day. Something had to be done about the wet and stained shirt. A premonition. That little voice that made me think twice.

I wish for us all to be more conscious of people in trouble, and to reach out whenever we can. Now I will leave it to those more wise than I to speak: