I won't give my age because that would be indiscreet, 46 (respects to the great Arthur Bach).  

Following a summertime tradition, last night after dinner Bill and I went for ice cream to our local Carvel. As we were sitting outside, all of a sudden I noticed that we were both quiet. Now, the two girls sitting on the bench next to us were not quiet at all but we were doing that thing – you know, admit it, you do it too.

One of the only rules for Gotham bloggers, that I am aware of, is that we are supposed to stay away from “political topics.” Understanding the reasons for it, I absolutely agree with this rule. But I find it so difficult to write today without acknowledging the tragedy of Malaysia Flight 17 and the conflict in Israel. Both incidents have made me profoundly sad.

Watching the Tour de France, I am thinking of Gino Bartali.  Born one hundered years ago, in 1914 in Florence, Bartali is one of the top five bicycle racers of all time.  He won the Giro d'Italia in 1936, 1937 and 1946.  And won the Tour de France in 1938 and then again after the war in 1948, his most famous victory.  It was the largest gap ever between victories at the Tour, ten years. He started to race as a boy with his brother, who died in a cylcing accident.   Bartali was a national hero

No pun intended...or maybe just a little :)   Tiger Woods made the cut yesterday in the British Open by making a birdie on the 18th hole. Without that he was a goner for the weekend. It's his first major and only second time playing competitive golf since his back surgery.  

Nancy and I always say that, as to Gotham (our networking group), we have a "no plan plan", as we marvel at the incredible growth and reach of our Gotham community and power of our "It's better to give than receive, but what goes around comes around" philosophy. Greater minds than ours might be able to explain it, but until then it has come to me that the secret to our Tribe's magnetism has something to do with Gotham providing a concrete form to the human longing for togetherness, coupled wiith unfettered opportunity for individual expression.

 

We'll grow old, we'll take care of each other I'll be your sister, your mother, your lover We'll be friends during changes of weather Let's be together on our own Let's be together alone We're believers, we've been hurt by believing Needing people, we know looking's not seeing