Summer dining. Eating outdoors. A phenomenon born of the pandemic that seems to have caught on.On streets and in parking lots. The views vary. The background noise drowns out the dinner conversation.Eating outdoors. The reasons vary. Safety. Romantic.
School’s out and the studios start rolling out the movies that they hope will grab our attention. But, with streaming so available, will people still head out to the theaters?  “Top Gun Maverick”, “Jurassic World Dominion”, “Lightyear”, and “Elvis” are battling for our attention and dollars.  So far, Tom Cruise has delivered big numbers and lots of attention. “Jurassic” and “Lightyear” have been disappointments. And, “Elvis” has just opened this past weekend.  
We have one and I have often cursed it.  That tree takes up a good part of our back yard.  Swing set?  No room.  A pool?  The whole neighborhood would have been disrupted.  In fact, I have always been convinced that our house, actually our entire neighborhood, was planned around that tree.
It was my father’s birthday last week. My father died several years ago but his birthday still causes me to take some time to pause and remember.    The first thing I always do on his birthday is to call my brother and sister. We find comfort in talking about my father with one another and exchanging stories and memories.   
On Father's Day I shared the concerts for last week.  Two shows at City Winery sandwiched a show at Jones Beach.  All featured exemplary musicianship, energy and great songs, many iconic.  The City Winery shows were each a family affair as our daughter, Marisa, joined her parents.  Marisa and I took in the show at Jones Beach.  Three amazing sets:
Yesterday was my Mom's 92nd birthday. Even though we are celebrating with my family today, I stopped by yesterday to say hi.    It's always a blanket of emotions visiting her. She lives in the "memory neighborhood" in an assisted living center where they take fantastic care of her. I'm grateful for the people that work there.    I have no idea what she feels or thinks since she hardly talks. I'm hoping that being with her family today light's her up and she experiences some joy.    Let's cross our fingers!
Last Sunday we pulled into a restaurant near closing time for a late supper and I noticed an extraordinary thing. The whole waitstaff, even after working a long weekend shift, was all smiling and eager to serve. 
I first noticed the bird’s nest about a week ago.