I'm not a great singer, but I do like to vocalize and I was in the University Chorus one summer during college at Syracuse.  For instance, I always bellow our National Anthem (which I always end by exclaiming "Play Ball!").  I must admit, I admire and try to sing the Canadian National Anthem, Oh Canada, which is more inspirational and beautiful, but I don't know all the words. I also love singing Happy Birthday (on the phone or in person) to friends and family, punctuated by long drawn out, breath testing, bursts.  

There’s a server at one of our favorite and frequently-visited restaurants. She is in her early twenties and she is our preferred server.We started up conversation beyond the menu and specials, learning that she was studying nursing during the day. With Flo’s background in education, and my interest in healthcare, we took to following her studies — sharing the challenges of anatomy, labs and tests.“So how was last week’s test?”we would ask.

One of my neighbors has elaborate holiday decorations– lights, blow ups, etc.  His display for Halloween was epic.  Today it’s all about Christmas, skipping right over Thanksgiving.  I’m not quite ready for December. 

Tilly Norwood! Do you know her?  Have you seen her most recent film?A few weeks back, I read about Tilly as a fresh, new actress on the Hollywood scene.  More importantly, I saw a clip of her most recent work.  It was really pretty good. The catch here is that Tilly is not a real person but instead is an AI generated character. Creepy, and more than just a little scary.I still don’t think that AI generated characters can replace human emotion – but is more to come?Again, creepy and more than just a little scary. 

As we drove on the highway last week, I was admiring the beautiful colors of the leaves. I began to think about  how much I love the fall. As quickly as that thought came to mind, another popped in, that I also love the winter. And the spring and summer as well.  

 

On my way back to the office, I followed an electric bike flying down the road at nearly 30 mph. No helmet. No stopping at stop signs. Just a perfectly coordinated black outfit on a black bike, and zero regard for the rules.At this point, can we really call these things “bicycles”? E-bikes move as fast as small motorcycles, yet riders face none of the requirements: no license, no training, no protective gear, and apparently no obligation to stop at basic traffic signals.

Recently, I met with our new Village Mayor, Adam H. Koblenz, Esq., and during our discussion I mentioned a time capsule buried on the Vilage Hall grounds and he expressed interest. Consequently, I did some digging and came up with the following blog: