For months now, I’ve been getting a lot of phone calls from numbers I don’t recognize. I don’t answer and they always leave a voicemail about a personal loan that I never applied for.   

No, not that one.   Baby birds happily floating from the antennae on top of my roof to the long branch of a well rooted tree.  

I decided to do some spring (maybe now summer?) cleaning in my closet this week.   Cleaning out my closets was long overdue, and I finally tackled the chaos head-on. I found clothes I hadn’t worn in years, mystery cords, and more than a few forgotten memories. Letting go of clutter felt surprisingly liberating—like making space for a lighter, clearer version of myself. Now, every time I open the door, I feel a little spark of peace and accomplishment  

Gotham allows its members to post promotional messages to its Promo@GothamNetworking.com listserve on Tuesdays and Fridays.  I moderate that and the weekday more general Fredslist Gotham listserve and encourage members to use the "Promos" opportunity -- many more should -- as I did last Tuesday:  I shared about an interview I did the two weeks before to the day with recent Gotham Member Dr.

Last Saturday, I asked my 94-year-old mother what she had for breakfast. She paused and said with complete sincerity,"I forgot to remember." And honestly… I didn’t know whether to laugh, put it on a T-shirt, or adopt it as my personal life motto. At 94, she’s earned the right to forget a few things. Breakfast, lunch, or even a thought.It got me thinking...there’s a beautiful kind of freedom in forgetting to remember. Less stress, fewer worries, and a perfect built-in excuse for pretty much everything. 

When I was young I did not drink coffee.  As the years passed, I slowly developed an affinity for a cup of black coffee, which I nursed through the day at my desk .What's more, I loaded up on cups of black coffee (containing caffeine, a legal performance enhancing drug) before my marathons for an extra beneficial boost.  

We were just seated in a restaurant at 20th Street and Tenth Avenue.“Hi Flo, hi Ben …. Steve, what are you doing in my neighborhood?” as he moved on to a nearby table.A familiar face but no quick recognition.

You set a password every 60 to 90 days. Then you have to re-set it. For security reasons of course. Its not easy to think of a good password, something you like, something you can remember. Then you think of one you really like, then you have to change it. And you cant re-use the password again, its basically gone from your rotation. This is the best technology we can come up with?