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Well, autumn is upon us. I can tell because, down here in Florida, the heat of summer has given way to the chill of autumn. Now, I have re-defined “chill” since moving to Florida. My use of the word chill … Continue reading →

  I was initially going to entitle this entry FORTY-FIVE, but I thought too many of you would think it’s about Him. So I came up with something else. Today is Eileen and my forty-fifth anniversary, and I wanted to … Continue reading →

  I suppose the first memory that we share of September 11, 2001, was that it was an absolutely gorgeous day. I always felt that September, especially in New York, was the best month of the year weather-wise. Of course, … Continue reading →

Twenty-five years ago this month I took my children to see the Yankees play the Red Sox. We sat in Row X in the grandstands of the old Yankee Stadium. It was a Saturday afternoon September 21, 1996. Like most … Continue reading →

There are times in our lives when momentous things occur for which we rarely are prepared. It’s as if we are acting in a play, and we walk onto the stage only to find we are in a production, unlike … Continue reading →

I am only home a week after spending a beautiful three weeks in the Beautiful Bronx with my children and my gorgeous grandson. Traveling back to Florida went as well as traveling anywhere by air can go. Which is to … Continue reading →

  Back in 1971, Carly Simon refrained that “These are the good old days.” She wasn’t wrong. Instead of pining over a time long ago when life was so much better than it is now, we were reminded that today … Continue reading →

Here we are, another Summer Saturday in the Sunshine State. Either my blood has sufficiently thinned to the point that I no longer feel the eternal heat that is Florida’s summer, or it really hasn’t been that hot…for Florida. We … Continue reading →

On July 16th it will be forty years since the world lost Harry Chapin. For those too young to know who he was, simply search on iTunes and download an album or two. At a time when singer-songwriters monopolized the … Continue reading →

My Saturdays used to bring me to a park. I would either find myself amidst the park-goers of Central Park or among the Bleacher Creatures of Yankee Stadium. I have yet to discover my Florida park. Instead, my park-option has … Continue reading →