With the recent spate of deaths; Bowie, Rickman, Margulies, Frey, and now I've just heard of Bowie's drummer Griffin, founding member of Mott the Hoople,  passed away on Monday, I find myself getting melancholy. I know that as we get older, time moves faster and statistically more deaths occur. Also, as I become more and more present and conscious, I am more aware of mortality. Sandy Denny, talented British composer and folksinger, wrote a beautiful song that I find soothing: Who Knows Where the Time Goes?

  I am a big baby in two aspects of my life, my birthday (which I have already blogged about) and taking care of myself. As my husband who is a doctor will attest to, I very rarely go to the doctor (other than my annual check-ups) and, when I do, I complain incessantly. When I get sick, I revert to a whiney, whimpering ten year old girl.  

I was so fortunate to experience a beautiful expression of love and commitment last night...Paul and Victoria's wedding. They shared their vows with their children and special friends reading lyrics from Yes, The Cure, Peter Gabriel and Led Zeppelin. Each one of their children spoke eloquently either at the wedding, the cocktail reception and the party.  

My sister asked me if I could time travel in my present state would I like to go backward or forward.  She chose going forward and said if things were not good at that future time she would "off" herself. I would chose going back to the 1950s.  It's a classic case of if I knew then what I know now. I imagine Going to Yankee games as an adult as they won pennants in 8  years of the decade, the on set of Elvis and Rock n' Roll and all that good stuff that was going on while I was just becoming conscious.

Last weekend, Flo and I took our grandson, Jackson, to the Train Show at the New York Botanical Garden.

I am searching for a new home. No, not a new apartment, a new Gotham home. My former home, the lovely Commerce group, had to fade away. So now I'm on the search. I asked Fred what his favorite group was. You know what he said.

  This past Sunday was the annual No Pants Subway Ride. That’s right, no pants. Subway riders in more than 60 cities around the world (including New York) and spanning 25 countries simultaneously drop and remove their pants and ride their respective subways.