Imagine if that were a real question in conversation rather than just an expected exchange of pleasantries.  We all say it, sort of like muscle memory. But are we really asking the other person to share how they truly are in that moment?  

What has happened to salt?    I know it’s not a healthy preference but I like salt in my food. My husband will laugh at me because he has caught me salting my food before I even tasted it.   I have noticed, however, that most restaurants no longer have salt on the table. You have to ask for it. And, it’s generally taken almost as a criticism of the chef that you need more salt than provided by the chef.  

I wore a special tee-shirt yesterday.  Reason best explained next week.  That said the saying seemed to align with current events.  I gave no thought to that alignment when I set aside that tee Friday eve. It only occurred to me yesterday afternoon at the second winery we visited yesterday. As I recall things, our friend Starr (who is a mom by the way) has cat motifs in her home in much th way mom populated her former homes with butterflies and my late stepmom “exhibited” turtles.

I was asked today (Friday) what I'm doing this weekend. I thought about it and said "Pulling weeds."   It may sound a bit odd but there's great satisfaction when you pull a weed out - root and all. Especially those f*&^%$n weed vines that seem to cover everything. You will notice them on some of the trees at the sides of our highways. If left unchecked, they will kill off trees, plants, and bushes.   Digging in the dirt is very grounding (No pun intended :)

Monday's annual Gotham Networking, Bob Formica Memorial Golf Outing (sponsored by Raj and Sharon Goel's Brainlink International), dawned clear and crisp and warmed to a perfect, sunny, 70 degree day.

It is increasingly rare that I see a restaurant check without a suggested gratuity amount.

Its 18 years running! (No one seems to really know the exact number)   For the first time in Gotham history there was a Hole In One on the 17th hole, 177 yard par 3, or was it 192?   This year the weather was perfect, the golf was great, the food and drink were plentiful.   Fred sang a song(back up singer), I played camera man.   An amazing crowd of amazing people who all had great relationships with each other.  

Yesterday we celebrated an annual Gotham tradition – our Golf Outing.