Thinking of golf, thank you Mitch, we have thought about taking it up this year.  In the past I have played only twice each season -- once at the Gotham outing, and the second time is with my sons and son in law at the Bernstein Annual Father's Day Golf Tournament.  You wouldn't know I only play twice a year with the way I crush my golf cart companion at the Gotham outing, but it is true.  That is not the point though.  

It's an exciting time of year, leaves will start to form on trees, flowers will grow and more importantly we get to play golf.   Golf season is here and, as I'm sure you know, the Annual Bob Formica Golf & Tennis Outing is right around the corner. But a more important story is emerging from the USTA.  

My wife Joanne was my high school girl friend and we have been married 46 years. Among the many many things she brings to our marriage is that of the great "Leveler". She has an inexhaustible capacity to cut through all the spin, puff and noise to bring me down and ground me. This is a not always pleasant for me, but I know it is a good thing as, for whatever the reason, many people seem to tell me what they think I want to hear.

Between Passover and Easter - a time to reflect on tradition and family. This year was the first year that our generation was the oldest generation at my brother and sister-in-law's seder table. But we were lucky to still have three generations around the table. I remember my son on my father's knee. Now it is my knee. The tradition goes on.

My wife's father has been extremely sick for a while now.  Two days ago, his wife, my wife's stepmother went in for brain surgery to remove a tumor.  She has additional lung surgery scheduled to follow in a couple of weeks to remove more cancer.  Yesterday, her sister passed away who had been battling cancer for only a short while.  My father-in-law had been the sickest of the three until very recently.  They all live in Florida and now my father-in-law must decide whether or not, or when I guess more likely, to tell his wife that

Over dinner Sunday night, my parents were in the mood to tell stories. They repeated for us, with my children at the table, tales of their parents and their parents’ parents – stories I know I have heard before but which somehow sounded new.

Fred’s blog about control a few weeks ago inspired me to think about a related subject, delegating. I was never good at delegating work. I always felt that I could probably do it better and faster myself. I’ve come to realize that my inability to delegate work was tied into my inability to relinquish control over the work.

    There was big news this week, if you get excitied about the origin of the cosmos.  It even came with a picture on the front page of the New York Times, what the universe looked like when it was a baby, only a few hunderd thousand years old.