A few nights ago, one might say Marisa returned the favor. She took her dad to see a show.
I recently learned that our infamous government agency, FEMA, had coined the term "Waffle House Index" to measure the effect of a natural disaster on an area. If a Waffle House shuts down or limits its menu after such hazards, federal officials conclude the community took a major hit.
I just said something exuberant to my wife Joanne and her response was “Sure, dream on, Fred”.
Flo often admonishes me to “Stop and smell the roses.” There’s a Chasidic saying, attributed to the 18th century, “Just as the hand, held before the eye, can hide the tallest mountain, so the routine of everyday life can keep us from seeing the vast radiance and the secret wonders that fill the world.” As Flo says “Stop and smell the roses.”
I didn’t see the whole exchange, but I have been fascinated by the story.
Serena was accused of cheating and reacted, loudly and strongly. She would never cheat to win she said. She would rather lose.
A year ago I discussed two gatherings. This time just one. It represented almost that cross-pollination effect that Fridays blogger likes to note at meetings or other things Gotham. Most times I enjoy a morning full court “game.” This week no court experience but the 4th Annual Gotham Picnic and Softball game.