Raindrops on Roses It is hard to miss. When it’s not sunny out here, it seems the options of what to do with one’s day are severely limited. One would think that spending a lifetime in an area where there are between 120 days (NYC) and 160 days (Ithaca) of annual precipitation, would make one accustomed to getting through a rainy day. Out here there are closer to 20 rain days in a year and…
New Year Resolutions Getting older has its advantages. I don’t just mean the older and wiser issue, though there is plenty of truth to that. What I really mean is that there is a degree of reality and truth that stems from a clarity that escapes us when we are younger. I’m sure there are people who cannot help but delude themselves in their dotage so as not to spend their waning moments wallowing in…
A Gap Year As we come up to the turn of the year, I find myself thinking about the new year and what it holds for us all. The year has a number of things in store that make it a potentially interesting year for us, but there is also an increasing sense I am getting that it may be one of those years that gets us from here to there without being a particularly…
The Royal Bot You may not have noticed it, but the world has changed. As you know, I teach an ethics course, so I think about the issue of what are the fundamental causes of ethical dilemmas. I started my list with the overwhelming cause of all ethical stuff, which is filthy lucre, money, do-re-me. You know that I’ve expanded the list well beyond just that, but let’s take a moment to consider money as…
Apocalyptic New Year Auld Lang Syne is one of those songs that we all know (sort of) and sing at the passing of things like the old to new year, but few of us have a clue as to what it means and what the song is really about. The song is about 250 years old and was a rewrite of an old Scottish folk song, done by the long-time national poet laureate of Scotland,…
Babylon Revisited After two days of raucous holiday festivities on the hilltop (22 in attendance on Christmas Eve and 14 in attendance on Christmas Day), by late afternoon we were ready to crash hard as the day wound down and the travelers hit the road for points known and unknown. We were left with Tom and Jenna and Kim and I with the added knowledge that Tom and Jenna would be leaving in the morning…
Leaving My Wingman As the sun comes up in the east and I can feel that graininess in my eyeballs that comes from insufficient sleep, I am comforted in knowing that at the other end of my house on the hilltop, my little baby boy (Thomas) is fast asleep with his fiancé, Jenna. How they got there only several hours ago is a story of holiday travel 2022 that I feel may be worth sharing.…
The Warmth of the Season Today it is 70 degrees warmer here on the hilltop than it is in frigid New York City. I got a Snapchat this morning from my daughter, who lives in Brooklyn that had her dog, Abe, running around their place with a knit Santa suit on. The video stated that it was 8 degrees, implying that Abe was lucky to be clad to stay warm. Meanwhile, back here on the…
Starry Starry Night Last night we had the pleasure of going to what is called the Rady Shell at Jacobs Park. To begin with, Ernest Rady is a self-made philanthropist who has given away billions of dollars mostly to help sick children, but also to enhance his adopted home of San Diego. The Rady Shell is a acoustical marvel and is a outdoor bandshell sitting on a spit of land adjacent to the San Diego…
Top of the Wall Everywhere I look these days, I am seeing articles about one of two issues: homelessness in America and the crisis and the U.S. border with Mexico. It is sometimes hard to reconcile the two issues. On the one hand people from all over the world, especially Central America are finding the conditions in their countries intolerable and abuse for risking life and limb to get to the U.S. border to seek…