Anyone who vacations on Martha's Vineyard when the President is there has a story to tell. Here's mine. Last Sunday, we were walking down Main Street in Edgartown and I saw a black shoulder bag on a bench in front of the liquor store. I poked my head inside the store to let the clerk know about the bag. He told me that he knew about it, but didn't want to touch it since President Obama was having dinner at the restaurant next door. The clerk was waiting for a policeman.
From opening through closing ceremonies, we love the Olympics. It is a world event intended to show the best of the world stage. Of course, it doesn’t always happen that way but the goal is always the same.
My husband and I did it again last night. In fact we do it quite often. We fantasized about what we would do if we won the lottery (what were you thinking I meant?).
This past Thursday I pretty much decided on my blog topic; even discussed it briefly with Nancy at the Gotham LI Legal/ LI/ LI Women Cocktail Party that eve.
Not being a frequent visitor to Citifield I did not know the parking situation. Fred had suggested I buy a parking pass for the Gotham Met/Yankee game last Monday. Little did I know that it was a magic pass.
I was recently sitting with a young man who is just starting out in the business world. Nearby were a bunch of DJs wearing colorful foot gear. In an attempt to be cool and with it, I called his attention to their "Kicks". I was amazed, if not deflated and put off, when he shot back "They are Jordans, Kicks is old fashioned".I let it go and chalked it up to my being old school and made a mental note not to venture where I don't belong.
As a kid, I grew up believing that, if you were a Mets fan, you really couldn't like (let alone be friends with) a Yankees fan. It was wonderful being with many, many fellow Gothamites at Citifield the other evening watching the Mets and the Yankees play. I put aside that I was sitting among Yankee fans -- arch enemies of a different era.