These have been bumpy days for me recently. My "second mother" growing up, passed away. She frightened me when I first met her because she was "no nonsense" and I was all nonsense. As I matured she became a valuable asset and friend in my life. Known her about 50 years.

  With Father’s Day just having passed, I think about the type of wisdom and advice that passes from father to child.  

  I always thought I was a procrastinator. In fact I would say that I had procrastination down to a science. I have come to realize that I am not a procrastinator. In fact, I am actually the opposite; I get my tasks completed early.    

Happy Father’s Day!   I already enjoyed a stellar card from Marisa – she always finds a card with the right sentiments and message --earlier this past week and mom’s on Friday.

The day before Father's Day and I'm reflecting on my Dad as I do from time to time. I miss him.   I often read blogs written by people remembering someone who has passed. It usually is something glowing about how perfect this person was or how wonderful they were.  

Last week I finally got to play with my son David and my grandson Jackson, all together in a row, on the Gotham Batmen softball team (see photo).

There’s a “Corner Bakery” on the corner of North Capital and E Street in Washington, D.C. On most mornings, a homeless gentleman stands on the corner and wishes a “Good Morning” to passersby. I saw him last Saturday and Sunday. As I left the bakery with my coffees on Sunday morning, I gave the gentleman a dollar as I wished him a good day. As I walked away, I heard a voice behind me. “Can I buy you breakfast this morning?” the woman’s voice asked.

I think a society reveals itself in its culture. Thats why so many have a problem with Facebook, you can really see who people are and they may not even realize it. My Facebook feed is a constant source of joy and creativity, but I am a good gardener. I have deepened existing relationships and grown new ones via FB. I digress.