Supermarkets are often hurried places with the routine of shoppers, carts moving, and register lines that seem to never move quickly enough.  It is usually a place where people come to quickly purchase their essentials and leave. But sometimes, in the most unexpected places, we stumble upon moments of pure joy.  

Generally, we take in a Broadway musical in October.  Yesterday we ventured in the afternoon to the Neil Simon Theatre to take in MJ.  This Michael Jackson musical focused on the music and how Michael evolved and grew as an artist.  It took up some issue and alluded to others.   I found the music and choreography superb.  It covered much of the Jackson 5, The Jacksons and Michael Jackson song catalogues.  Early in the show you learn of the influence on Michael of the Jackie Wilson, James Brown and the Isley Brothers.

Dogs are wonderful creatures. They are fantastic pets (for the most part). And their "number two" needs to be picked up and bagged. I'm really glad my neighbors pick it up, however, they drop that lovely bag in my garbage can...and it's stinky, even when bagged. It's not my dog, why should I have to put up with that?  

Two good Yankee fans who are also friends are Paul Napolitano and Jason Greenberg.  In fact, we share a text chain where we gossip about sports and other important issues of the day.  

 As we approach this weekend, we follow weather forecasts and wonder “rain or shine?”   Will this be the seventh weekend in a row that is “rained out”?   Perhaps rendered numb by the past weekends, (or are we wiser and lea

I have been a member of a study group for several years. Recently,  we decided to engage in a year-long project focused on how we listen and hear others.   

How many of you still pay your child’s cell phone bill?   I know this is a regular conversation amongst my friends.  Mind you, we are not talking about teenagers around this table but rather grown adults.  

To me, there are two types of people in the world, those who like to clean and those who do not. I fall into the latter category; I am not a cleaner. My mother was a world class cleaner. My siblings, my father, and I used to joke that she would follow each of us around the house holding a sponge so she could clean as we were physically making the mess.