I am happy that the Red Sox won the World Series and I'm happy that they won the final game in Fenway Park.

I heard Chuck Schumer on the radio today.  This is not going to be a partisan attack on him (or an attack on him of any kind), as I believe that regardless of your political ideology, many could relate to his feelings on an emotional level.  He made a statement pertaining to the (paraphrased) immorality of the premium increases for flood insurance that have occurred as a result of last year's (and perhaps the previous year's) storms.

As a younger man, ailments were nothing more than ailments, something to see a doctor about and treated without much fanfare.   Closing in on 60 however seems to have created a more gloomy perspective.  

Sometimes sleep comes easy and sometimes not. This night I'm up writing this blog and it's in the wee hours of the AM. My mind keep running...clients...projects...relationships...  

The Gotham Film Festival featured some short films that featured some great short films that told some great stories. I get to see Fred Klein ooze some joy as the Film Festival becomes an Annual Gotham cultural event.  

Seventy years ago, George Horner was a prisoner in Theresienstadt, a concentration camp outside of Prague. He was a musician and played the music of Karel Svenk, another prisoner. They played cabaret pieces, the Theresienstadt March, and “How Come the Black Man Sits in the Back of the Car?” for other prisoners. By some historical accounts, music, and more specifically, the creation of music, kept them alive.