A need for secrecy absolutely barred this subject for blogging last week. A day before my daughter would travel home, Marisa shared an email with her mom and dad, brother and a cousin. She admonished us not to post on Facebook about her impending plans or presence upon arrival. Marisa kept secret her plans to attend a bridal shower on the date o …
Those who know me most know the thing I HATE (emphasis added) most probably involves asking others for money, to donate, to contribute, to take a journal ad. When I first started out, Tony Menna, who I met in Mario Cuomo's campaign for Mayor, who induced me to joined my first and second political clubs and later became my local political leader, s …
We – or at least many in our tribe – tout Gotham as a “social business network.” I like nothing more when after a Gotham meeting concludes, group members, circuit riders and guests hang out, exchange cards, get to know each other better and explore business synergies. That happened after the February 18 Gotham Green meeting. It just seemed ever …
Marisa came home from L.A. to attend her cousin Tara's wedding. Tara was the flower girl when Shelly and I married. When Marisa took flight to CA, she left her softball equipment home. She pitched, caught, played every infield position. Initially I played her where I lacked someone to do the job. When the girls began to pitch, we found my da …
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