Not talking baseball even though the title channels the first Mets manager and perhaps the greatest Yankee one. The last time we discussed such a number it was 34. For several years before COVID disrupted plans pretty much for all of us, we’d celebrate our anniversary around a show on Broadway or a concert; the last two years the pandemic affected those plans; our most recent previous outings were Jersey Boys in 2019 and Rod Stewart in 2018. This year we take in Tina: The Turner Musical on Broadway.

I find it fascinating when you are with some people you feel totally drained afterwards but when you are with others, you feel energized.   What's that about? 

I recently had an interesting conversation with friends about tipping.  Before I relate the conversation , it is useful to explain that “tip” is an acronym for To Insure Promptitude and the custom originated in Europe and is traced back to 17th century England.  Whatever it’s origins, tipping has become an integral way of life and sustenance in our 21st century world.   When I was coming up my father taught me to tip 10%.  Then it became 15% and now 20% seems to be the norm. 

Two weeks ago, this blog was about not looking over at a women on line next to me playing Wordle. A glance and unfair advantage? Cheating?The other evening I was waiting patiently for the curtain to go up at a show we were seeing.

It is the 50th Anniversary of the release of the movie, “The Godfather.”  Sometimes, it all begins with a book.  A friend had met Mario Puzo, (the author of the book) at a health spa retreat. She said I have to read the book. And, as I did, it rose to number 1 on the best sellers list.  People were even reading it on the subway.  I read it and found Puzo’s depiction of the mob’s honor system, family dysfunction, violence, and romance spellbinding.   

  Two years ago this week, my firm went fully remote.  We had been back and forth frantically over the prior two weeks about how to be safe in our office, but by March 13, we were done.  We were ahead of the city by a few days.  

I came down with a cold last week. I knew immediately it was just a cold because my husband had one the week before. And he kindly gave it to me.   

Months ago I expected to draft a blog like this last month. But then that lockout imposed by a clueless commissioner happened. No doubt exists that the collective bargaining agreement reached last week could have been reached without the rancor. Nonetheless this correspondent exudes excitement about the prospect of baseball’s return.