Inasmuch as Monday was Martin Luther King day, I harked back to 1968, the year of Dr. King’s assassination.   I was a young impressionable man then and I recall it being Anubis horribus! A significant number of horrible events come to mind, as pictured.   Is there a lesson to be learned from enduring 1968? Yes and No. Subsequent history teaches us that worse events were ahead, but the Human survival mechanism is still at play.    

A few weeks ago, my sister gave me an old little picture viewer - the souvenir photo that you hold to the light (Catskill hotels, vintage a long time ago). It was a picture of me, my brother and father on a pool deck with the ocean behind us. It was in the fifties. I must have been about eight.

The American Masters documentary, available to stream on  PBS, “Groucho and Cavett”, is a heartwarming look at two American originals.   What did a NYC Jew, born in 1890, and a Baptist Iowan, born in 1934, have in common?  It was the love of a great joke.   Groucho Marx was the hilarious star of Broadway and movies with his brothers, Harpo and Chico.  He became a television star in the 1960’s with the off the wall game show, “You Bet Your Life”.  

I like the exercise of goal setting at the beginning of each year.  I am far from a stickler for grand goal details and tracking, but I always find that just the process helps me focus.  I don’t really like the idea of “resolutions”.  I think goals are different.  

      Today is the day we celebrate the Reverend Martin Luther King’s birthday. As you all probably know Dr. King was assassinated in 1968.  During his lifetime, Dr.

We were clearing a wall unit in Marisa’s (former) room when I found my original glove (baseball mitt) and subject of a blog or two; it has been missing for sometime; I’d been using a newer glove that Marisa decided to use when she played. I thought that glove got lost several years ago.

Walking into a coffee shop in the Garden District in New Orleans yesterday, there was what looked like a manikan, colorfully dressed, sitting on a shoe shine chair. The manikin looked awfully real to me. I watched (him) carefully and saw that his chest was moving up and down.

What was the very best Holiday present you received last year? No question, mine was from granddaughter Maggie Klein.  It was Storyworth.  To learn more visit www.storyworth.com.   The concept is that every Monday I receive a question, eg, What was your first job?