When we came home last night we turned on the TV and watched a movie I haven't seen since it was in the theatres twenty-four years ago. Thelma and Louise. A classic. It got me thinking about my favorite movies over the years.
Here is part of my list:
I'm in Chicago for my niece's wedding tonight. Should be a great time. But that's not what this blog is about.
Chicago is a great city. Really clean, lots of good restaurants and places of interest. We checked into the Hyatt Place, a beautiful hotel, in the middle of the city and found our room. I didn't notice it then but when I got ready for bed, there on the nightstand was a pair of ear plugs. That's a first...ear plugs.
Following up on last Friday's Three Stages of Life blog, I was pleased to learn that, by one standard of measurement, all my hard work seems to have paid off. I was reading last week's Science Times and there was an article about Senior Olympians who had been tested for their "fitness age". The article referenced a web site: worldfitnesslevel.org. (Try it you might like it. :))
I was walking up the aisle from my front row seat at intermission of “Shows for Days” at the Newhouse Theater at Lincoln Center; “Ben, your shirt is open.” (Actually, I was wearing a T shirt under an open shirt.) I looked around and when I focused on Gothamite Richard Fromewick seated several rows up the aisle, I replied that I was thankful that I had a T shirt on at all.
Today, Wed. July 15, is my 61st birthday.
A decade older than Roger Maris when he left this mortal coil.
Friday night we attended a free concert in our town park with friends -- a Bee Gees tribute band. They were great and I sang out loud. (No comments please on my choice of music. I had my fill of that from my children all weekend long.)
I have been riding alone so far this summer, until I caught up with a fellow while riding on Route 22 yesterday by the Kensico Dam. As I started to pass him he asked me where I was headed. That started a conversation that lasted another fifteen miles as we rode in tandem until we split off.
