I’m not exactly sure why we’ve been going through old papers at my mom’s house lately. Maybe we are all missing my dad. It’s been just four years. I know I truly find comfort in memories.

I am sure it has happened to everyone. You are on your way somewhere and realize you forgot your cell phone. It happened to me last week. I was on my way to meet my children for dinner. Ten minutes away from the restaurant I realized I had left my cell phone on the charger in my home.  

A year ago I blogged about gathering virtually for Passover (and for others, on Easter). No one thought then we would still be dealing with COVID19, albeit with many of us “vaxxed” or on the way to be such. Nonetheless its a big deal that we were able to gather in our small but safe core.

I can tell more people are back in their offices because the roads are filled again. I had forgotten how it was Pre-COVID with more accidents, bad drivers and traffic jams. The time it now takes me to complete the drive to and from my office has grown.   I usually listen to the radio and in the past couple of days, all the reporters seem to want to talk about is the cargo ship stuck in the Suez canal.

I never think of myself as a snob, but then I got to thinking about biking.   I flat out love biking on my basic 1950s era “2 wheeler”.  The type on which I learned to bike ride way back when.   My problem is that where I am everyone bikes, but many pedal tricycles and the sight of a man wearing a helmet tooling along smoking a cigar on a tricycle rankles me.  Somehow a woman on a tricycle doesn’t bother me as much.   I’m Old School for sure and I suppose I’m just a snob!

We were in Washington D.C. last weekend, visiting our children and grandchildren in the District and Alexandria. Two of the immediate benefits of being vaccinated was being able to hug my daughter, who I hadn’t seen in over a year,  and hold my two-month-old granddaughter for the first time.

Today feels complicated. Close your eyes and think about 10 years ago. What do you see? Who bubbles up for you? Anything special that surfaces? Even 5 years ago seemed so much simpler. A cuppa frothy cappuccino from Small World in Princeton, sitting outside, taking in the morning air, whilst people bustled about. It won’t be long now before I see my friend Dana, drifting about Nassau Street. She was always deep in thought, contemplating the meaning and purpose of life.

  I recently presented at a program for lawyers all about Networking (thank you Carol Greenwald for the invitation).