Amongst my friends I admit that my husband I take frequent selfies. Amongst my friends I also admit that they are mostly pretty awful. My kids run the other way when the camera comes out because apparently we are embarrassing.  

  I thought I would follow Don’s lead and write about a topic which concerns my head.    

The Times carried an article recently about the possibilities of performing a head transplant.  No, this was not an editorial about the Republican debate.  There is an Italian doctor who says that by 2017 he will be able to perform this procedure. He even has a volunteer patient.  

Anybody see the Pope? Pope Francis is the 266th and current Pope of the Catholic Church, a title he holds ex officio as Bishop of Rome, and Sovereign of the Vatican City has come to town. A seemingly very kind man he heads up the largest business in the world. It has more than 1.25 billion members worldwide.  

This is a follow up to last week's Friday With Fred blog wherein I heralded last Friday night's Mets-Yanks Mania and anticipated a great night communing in our "special" center field bleacher seats with 124 other Gothamites.

I first felt it about a week ago. An evening breeze and the question of whether I should have taken a light sweater with me. A few days later, it was there in the morning. The crispness that was the bellwether of things to come. The acorns from the oak trees up the block. Plummeting cars like hail forcing neighbors to move their cars from their parking spots.

From the HuffPost: "An Oklahoma mother alleges that a teacher at her 4-year-old son's school was told to stop writing with his left hand because that's the hand Satan uses.

  I asked my daughter this afternoon what time she had to “be in laden”.