Like Don, we have been having a Father's Day Golf Outing for over the past 15 years. It started out as Me, My Dad, Norm and Austin. As the years rolled on Jake started attending and it felt good to have my Dad and my son with me.   Although my Dad passed almost three years ago I miss him. He was a gentle soul even though life was difficult for him growing up. I admired him and was very lucky to have spent a lot of time with him.  

I had planned to write about Gotham's 13th annual Bob Formica Golf Outing, but Mother Nature intervened on Monday and we were compelled to postpone it until August 19th.   During the course of my reading I oft times coming across a memorable quote which I write down in my diary for future reference.  I call them "Just Sayings" and here is this year's crop to date:

We were sitting in a small cafe near the Javits Center on a weekend afternoon. About twelve tables. Free Wi-Fi.     Around us were at least three people on their computers and next to us was a young man working on his computer. A young woman came in and joined him at the small table.

I was wrong.  OK not completely wrong, but when Don last wrote about the Russian Punk protest band "Pussy Riot,"  I thought that they were just a bunch of screwed up kids looking to cause trouble.  After watching a special documentary about them on HBO, I was wrong.  

My blog today was supposed to be about how much fun we all had together at our 11th Annual Golf Outing. Instead, we were rained out and so I cannot write that blog.

I was back in Home Depot on Monday returning the grates for my grill.  I had bought the wrong size the day before.  After making the exchange I decided to go down the lumber aisles.  My grandfather and father owned a lumber company on West 18th Street and seeing and smelling the fresh wood reminded me of them and the days I spent there as a kid.  Of course, it wasn't just "wood".  The aisles were stocked with premium pine, common board, birch, marker board,

In the stadium where the San Francisco Giants baseball team plays, unusually large seagull invasions started earlier this year. Most times they appear after the seven inning stretch, scanning the park to see what tasty leftovers will be available. "Take me out to the ballgame" is their signal that dinner is being served.