My birthday was Tuesday.  Years are the mile markers of life! Thank you Erin McKenna (and Guy deBoer and Joanne) for allowing me to mark another year (pictured-Erin McKenna photo).   My goal is to, at least, reach Key Largo and who’s to say?

Thursday, April 1st. April Fool’s Day. Opening Day. The Mets and Yankees begin the baseball season — with fans in the stands for the first time since 2019. “Fool” and “opening”. “Opening” and “fool”. Two words, two concepts. Both associated with the same day.

Today, I honor our new friend and Founder of The Inspiration Project, Mrs. Barbara Mishkin. Barbara visted our joint Gotham meeting earlier this month and she inspires me, everyday. She's a natural Gothamite. Barbara shares:

  I’m not exactly sure why we’ve been going through old papers at my mom’s house lately. Maybe we are all missing my dad. It’s been just four years. I know I truly find comfort in memories.

I am sure it has happened to everyone. You are on your way somewhere and realize you forgot your cell phone. It happened to me last week. I was on my way to meet my children for dinner. Ten minutes away from the restaurant I realized I had left my cell phone on the charger in my home.  

A year ago I blogged about gathering virtually for Passover (and for others, on Easter). No one thought then we would still be dealing with COVID19, albeit with many of us “vaxxed” or on the way to be such. Nonetheless its a big deal that we were able to gather in our small but safe core.

I can tell more people are back in their offices because the roads are filled again. I had forgotten how it was Pre-COVID with more accidents, bad drivers and traffic jams. The time it now takes me to complete the drive to and from my office has grown.   I usually listen to the radio and in the past couple of days, all the reporters seem to want to talk about is the cargo ship stuck in the Suez canal.

I never think of myself as a snob, but then I got to thinking about biking.   I flat out love biking on my basic 1950s era “2 wheeler”.  The type on which I learned to bike ride way back when.   My problem is that where I am everyone bikes, but many pedal tricycles and the sight of a man wearing a helmet tooling along smoking a cigar on a tricycle rankles me.  Somehow a woman on a tricycle doesn’t bother me as much.   I’m Old School for sure and I suppose I’m just a snob!