We are on Martha's Vineyard for few days and today seems to be our second day of rain.  

In 2012, the USDA estimated that Americans ate an average of 52.3 pounds of beef, 57.4 pounds of chicken, and 43.5 pounds of pork, per person. Vegetarians, about 5% of the US population, do not eat meat (including poultry and seafood).

Last week Thomas Berger, most famous for his novel  "Little Big Man", died at the age of 89.  While reading his obituary I was intrigued by another oh his books entitled "Changing The Past" (1989) In which a man gets to go back in time to the forks in his road and take the other path.Wow, what a concept!What would you do? I must admit that I am at wits end to think of anything I would've done differently.

I may have to stop second-guessing my GPS. I recently was instructed by my GPS to take what seemed to me to be a roundabout way to get on a nearby highway. Ignoring the GPS suggestion, I took my more-direct route and was shocked into humble reality when I saw that my “more-direct” route was snarled in stop and go traffic. As I wound my way through side streets to get to the highway, the friendly voice kept making suggestions as the GPS repeatedly recalculated my route.

The information highway has thrust upon us an onslaught of propoganda.  It used to be that the propoganda was contained by the radio, TV, newspapers or billboards and focused on politics and selling soft drinks.  Now with the advent of social media, we are awash with outrage 24/7.  We are constantly being manipulated to formulate an opinion on everything...and not just a soft malleable position.  It must be a boastful and intractable position.

If you are on Long Island and read the story, it happened Sunday afternoon at the pool at Syosset-Woodbury Park. 44 years old and in his prime, leaving his wife and two children. A tragic ending to the life of a colleague and friend. A smart, generous person who knew how to connect with people; not to mention, a really good lawyer.

With all the unhappy events that are in the news recently, I wanted to take a moment to write a short blog about a fun topic. And, of course, one that’s summer appropriate. So, here’s the question:

I am at the age when my adult children complain about me the way I used to complain about my parents.  We have some of the same types of discussions and even disagreements my parents and I had thirty years ago.