A somewhat meaningful number these days. While Fred was being honored last night, A-Rod smacked his 660th homer last night at Fenway park tying Willie Mays for fourth on the all time list. His laser shot snapped a 2-2 tie and proved to be the winning run. Now the controversy will smolder as the Yankee organization refuses to pay him a $6 million dollar bonus (which is in his contract) for reaching that milestone.  

Tonight I will be honored by the Russo family Theresa Foundation. In the run-up to the event I've  spent a lot of time thinking about what I'm going to say and am mindful of my son Alex's comments that my blogs and other utterances should have a serious impact and not be frivolous.

We've all been subjected to it. That stamp on the back of your hand that guarantees re-admission to an event. Once stamped, have you ever had the lingering question of what if the stamp fades? We were in Washington visiting Mea and went to a craft show. Paid our admission, entered and stamped.

She was walking to work and fell in a pothole. Corey, who do we go after for this? So now we're in the ER, waiting for X-ray results or maybe some pain meds. At least we're not in Nepal. Or Baltimore. Acts of injustice done between the setting and the rising sun in history lie like bones, each one. -W H Auden

Last week I was cranky (see last week's blog post). I am still cranky. Last last week, my son shared his flulike cold with me. Some things are not meant to be shared.

Last week I was cranky (See last week’s blog post). I am still cranky.  My son shared his flulike cold with me.  Some things are not meant to be shared.

As we finish unpacking in our new home, one of the last decision to be made is where to put our framed photographs.  We have limited space for pictures of us, vacations, our weddings, our parents, children, and now grandchildren.  Carefully we pick and chose which to display.  Those not chosen get packed in a box that is taped up and sent to the oblivion of the attic.