An incident reported to me: Standing at the corner of Seventh Avenue and 53rd Street waiting for the light. A man in front is standing off the curb -- in a bike lane. A tandem bike going north on the Avenue (the wrong way) screeches as it glances the pedestrian.

    The cure for anything is salt water sweat, tears, or the sea.

  Apparently, Walmart is testing a new service. Not only can your groceries be delivered to your front door, soon they will be able to be delivered directly to your refrigerator.    

There seems to be a new telemarketer scam out there that is disconcerting to me on so many levels. My office is in Garden City. Lately, at least once a day, I will receive a call on my cell phone in which my cell phone identifies as originating in Garden City. In addition, the first three digits of the caller’s phone number are the same first three numbers as my cell phone.  

Gatherings serve many purposes. Discussed one last week. There were two this weekend. One tested me a bit since the bat in the rear of my car failed to see the light of day in slightly more than a year. The other represented a test of connection and how things endure despite distance in time and place.

Yesterday at 4:02PM marked the arrival of the autumnal equinox. In my never ending quest for truth, I googled it and found some interesting facts. (Remember, everything on the internet is true:)     Myth: You can stand a raw egg straight up on the day of the equinox. Truth: If you have enough focus and patience, you can do this anytime of year.   Myth: There are equal hours of both day and night (12 hours).

I once blogged about "Summertime Summertime Sum Sum Summertime" (a great song by The Jamies).  Summertime is to be celebrated, enjoyed and endless.  Well, today is the first day of Fall or Autumn.  Both the words Fall and Autumn are not good and that's just how I feel.  How did September and the not so endless days of Summer slip by so very quickly?  I repeat, so very quickly.  A veritable flash!Gershwin had it right about "Summertime and the living is easy" and now it will be hard.

Last weekend, we were at a family wedding in Schroon Lake, New York in the Adirondack foothills. Many of the festivities were in the town of Lake George. Being there for a few days caused me to rethink my life-long voiced preference for beach over mountains. I love the beach. However, I have come to accept that looking out at a lake with mountains in the background beats looking out at the ocean fading into the horizon. And then there are the trees and the leaves. An ever-changing pallet. And when I close my eyes, the image is of the mountains.