On Monday before hell literally broke loose in Boston, I was reading a post on Facebook.  Obviously there are millions of them these days, but this one caught my attention and I ended up reading the whole piece and most of the comments.  It was written by a woman who had lost her young daughter, nearly three, to cancer.  She spoke with a subtle bitterness about how so many things that people say to her hurt.  Even seemingly kind-hearted comments such as "she was a warrior", or "she is an angel now" were perceived as being uncaring

There was only one topic that I could write about tonight.

The internet is buzzing with reaction to last Thursday’s Glee episode. As some of you may have read, the episode involves a student bringing a gun to school and the terrified reaction of the student’s classmates. I have not yet seen the episode although I have read a lot about it.

Here I am trying to think of what I should cover on this wonderful Sunday….blog. Filling in for Donald I could talk about: how Gotham is great; I could write about how Fred saved me this past week when I misplaced my tickets to the Friars roast; I could write about the roast and what a wonderfully great networking experience and how completely offensive (in a laughing so hard falling out of chair kind of way); Or I could write about green, sustainability, architecture, running a business, or many of my trials and tribulations.

At best it's a tournament that is extremely difficult to win. Each shot needs to be carefully played and when it's windy it's at it's worst.

I'm pretty sure that if I had my life to live over I would not be a lawyer.When I was growing up my sole interest was baseball and my goal was to replace my Idol Mickey Mantle in center field for the Yankees. As such, I was not much of a student and only the rude intrusion  of the Viet Nam era draft caused me to alter my plans. Suddenly, a law school draft exemption was something else to strive for.

Last Sunday, I attended the annual commemoration of the Holocaust at Temple Emanu-el in New York City. It made me sad -- indeed sadder than I can remember ever being after attending the somber event in the past few years.