Our week on Martha’s Vineyard began with an amazing spiritual journey in Karma. We joined Flo’s brother’s family who had arrived on the island earlier. And the karma began …. First it was our nephew who was behind someone who dropped a hundred dollar bill.

One of the richest genres of film is the musical biopic.  As I researched the topic, I was struck by the volume of writings and lists of the best in this category.  Some of the critics chose Funny Girl, the Fanny Brice story, starring Barbra Streisand as number 1.  Others chose Ray, starring Jamie Foxx as Ray Charles.  Even the classical music “star” Mozart had his biopic, Amadeus, get a vote as the best.  

  Did anyone else up here in the Northeast have this experience with me over the weekend? On relatively short notice, a hurricane was heading our way. I am a pretty cautious person and so started preparing. (Truth be told, I had the easy job – it was all about food).

I’m a snoozer. I habitually set the alarm clock (actually set Alexa) for ten minutes before I really have to get up. Then when the alarm goes off, I happily set it to snooze for ten minutes. And I turn over and sleep for another ten minutes.  

There was supposed to be a show tonight but weather concerns put it off to later this week. If not for that, I could state music consumes this weekend. Nonetheless, I saw some really solid performances Friday and Saturday. Dead and Company performed Friday eve at Citi Field. The Tunnel to Towers Foundation's Never Forget Concert Saturday at Jones Beach featured a number of acts; John Fogerty’s inclusion on the bill remained a major reason we selected this show.

I recently attended an outdoor networking event and had the experience of meeting someone in person I've only met on Zoom. It was quite strange. Being in their physical presence is a totally different kind of energy. You're meeting the entire person, not just a Hollywood Square on your computer screen.

I pledge allegiance to our Flag.  Yes, our Flag!   Every day I see Old Glory displayed ostentatiously and prominently in countless places and it makes me feel so proud and grateful to have been born in the USA!   I refuse to see it as other than a strikingly vivid symbol of our democracy. Nothing more!  Nothing less!

On our way for a week on Martha’s Vineyard. It’s been two years since our last visit.There’s a lovely French patisserie in Falmouth, Massachusetts, the town where we’ll spend a night before taking the ferry to MV.