So many lives lost. So much senseless killing. So much suffering.

Thank you to my friend Lorraine Brennan for inspiring this blog.

I shared a few blogs ago plans to see Al Kooper at BB Kings.   Concerts generally invigorate and Thursday night proved no exception.  

Yesterday Muhammad Ali was laid to rest and a parade of speakers, famous and not so famous, eulogized this man. From Senator Orin Hatch to Billy Crystal to President Bill Clinton they all had words that were meaningful, funny and sad. It was an amazing service.  

We were recently winding down our Memorial Day Weekend vacation and starting to experience that all too familiar gnawing feeling of return to the real world anxieties and problems.  Just then I spied the words "Harkuna Matata" written under a wooden bridge covering a pool lap lane.  I looked up the meaning of those words and what a perfectly timed antidote to our gnawing feelings: "No Worries"!Harkuna Matata!

Overheard at a bar in the west 40s...,Man: "You look great!"Woman: "Yea.

Reposting a blog from the past with a timeless message. Shake it off. Music heals. Sometimes life can be so simple. The other night after a very long day, I was headed home on the 14th St. crosstown bus.

Last week, a colleague called to ask me a question. It didn’t have anything to do with work. She had a need and was trying to figure out how to go about filling it. So she called me – and paid me the most extreme compliment. “I thought of you because you know everyone”, she said.