I am one of the few Gothamites qualified to opine on the virtues of age. Yes, it creeps up on you and suddenly you are "Mr. Klein" and your hair is silver (not gray). You learn to accept a new consciousness and state of mind (which still harbors youthful thoughts, desires and aspirations).
We had struggled with it for years. My wife was more inclined to being open to the concept, where I was resistant. I had seen and heard about it being overdiagnosed for years. I felt ADD was something that often was a crutch for parents who would rather rely upon medication than instilling discipline, that teachers often relied upon rather than working to manage behavior. While I wasn't completely wrong, I was for the most part...wrong.
My regular every-other-Sunday manicure ritual this week included some interesting conversation with Fran. Fran and I both had a bit of a wait. As we sat together on the bench, she turned to show me a letter she was holding from the Jewish War Veterans organization.
I have a confession to make. While I have a Linkedin profile I am not, at all, comfortable with using Linkedin. And, while I know that statement alone will probably generate a lot of castigatory comments that is not the focus of this blog.
Last Tuesday night we, the Tribal Council, were commenting on when was the last time you turned your technology off. Not surprisingly, none of us turn it off.
In fact, Fred and I get in trouble because our heads are bowed down immersed in email. Those that are with us get very upset because it appears we are not paying attention. We are...albeit only partially.
Last Friday I sat with Gotham Executive Director Debbie Lindner at a lunch honoring our Annamarie Bondi-Stoddard. The luncheon was hosted by The United Cerebral Palsy Association of Nassau County. Any time I am with Annamarie and Debbie (plus a goodly number of other Gothamites) it is guaranteed to be a very nice time, but this time was even more special.