With a touch of cold still in the air, it isn’t quite spring yet. It’s close, but not exactly. But this past weekend, I decided I didn’t care. It was close enough.

  With a touch of cold still in the air, it isn’t quite spring yet. It’s close, but not exactly. But this past weekend, I decided I didn’t care. It was close enough.

  As a blogger during these difficult times, I have been trying to keep my blogs upbeat. I felt that we have enough difficult news around us and, perhaps, our blogs could be a small distraction. But I am sad and angry today and I want to share those feelings. Maybe some of you also need to share your grief and anger.      

So my thoughts focus on when we can get together again.   You might ask why but I suspect most know.  

The new look for our times...   Venturing outside is a cross between enjoying the outdoors, avoiding people and wondering if anything you touch could infect you.   Stay strong, safe and healthy!

Monday was another birthday.  I was born 2,461,622,400 seconds ago in a raging, flash, New York City snow storm at Women’s Hospital. I came in an innocent at the weight of 9 pounds 8 ounces.  Little did I know! My life’s dark corner stones: Pearl Harbor, “JFK Shot!”, 9/11 and now this presently incurable Pandemic!

Washing my hands will never be the same.Finding paper towels on the supermarket shelf and throwing them into the shopping cart will never be the same.And hugging my family and friends will never be the same.

This past Friday, Gotham hosted a happy hour, via Zoom.  It was fun! "When life gave them Quarantine, Gothamites made Quarantinis."