Last year this time I blogged about a Halloween bash. Also last week it occurred to me review my Halloween playlist that I (finally) created last year.

I encountered some new feelings the other day. They were fascinating and changed my perspective.    I was driving a loaner electric vehicle while my car was being serviced, and as I passed gas station after gas station, I couldn't help but feel differently about them as I smiled.   The car was extremely quiet yet took off like a rocket ship from a standstill. I could feel the "G's" as I was pushed back into the seat. What fun!  

One of my favorite motivational sayings is "Dare to be Great!", which is the catch phrase for my oft told advice to my children and grand children, ie, It's not enough to be the best you can be, you must Dare to be Great and if you fail 99 out of 100 times, you develop crucial resiliency and character by trying and that one time, you achieve Greatness!A most satisfying example of walking this walk occurred last week. My grandson Shawn Atom is a freshman at RPI and he called me to relate an exemplary experience.  

I’m a Mets fan and I’m disappointed that they are not playing the Yankees in the World Series.I’ll root for the Yankees against the Dodgers.Although I’m a Mets fan, somehow - I’m not sure how - I’ve collected a few Yankees hats.

For as long as I can remember, I have always been somewhat obsessive compulsive. Mix it with some superstition and it can make for some stress in my life and may be partially why I have high blood pressure. This is something I am keenly aware of yet, no matter how hard I try, I can’t quite stop it completely.

In the course of making a new business acquaintance, I was asked to describe my practice philosophy.    What a great question, I thought to myself.   

This past week, I have spent a lot of time with my grandchildren, Jordan age 3 and Taylor, 18 months.   Having grandchildren is like signing up for a circus you didn’t know you were hosting. They show up, turn your house totally upside down, eat one bite of what you offer them and then ask for something else, deciding for some reason that they no longer like the first food item you offered them even though you have seen them eat it hundreds of times.  

Building on the vibe in last week's commentary in this space, many I know root for a subway series.  The Bronx "tenants" did their part.  We'll know soon enough the outcome involving the Queens "tenants" I root for and who I brought my very appreciative daughter to a game also attended by my brother Jeff and Friday's blogger and sons and grandson last Thursday eve's game at Citi Field.