Finding the Warmth Today it was overcast to start what will likely be a fine day. An overcast day always makes me want to jump in the hot tub in the morning. I have my spa app set up to have my spa warmed and ready from 7am to 9am. I would guess I go in three or four days a week during those hours. Other days I go in later and just manually turn…
The Time of Monsters This expression sings so very true today as our cities are under siege and the army, in the form of the mobilization of the National Guard, is being brought to bear first in the heartland of Minneapolis. “This is the time of monsters” is attributed to a a little-know Italian founder of the Communist Party there and it dates to that turbulent era of the post World War I to 1930’s…
Home Ownership They say that pride of ownership means everything and I sometimes understand that and at other times ponder its wisdom. It has always appealed to me to think that this life is all about dust to dust and that in the long run, none of us own anything other than the love we give and the love we take with us. Everything else is flotsam and jetsam. I know that some families like…
What Goes Around In November 1985, I was sitting in my corner office on the third floor of 280 Park Avenue. I used to call that the “cafe” office because it was close enough to the street to feel a part of the hub-bub out on Park Avenue and yet it was above it all. To be clear, I was thirty-one years old at the time, which is almost hard for me to imagine in…
The Pain of the Number Last summer, when I knew I would be moving out to San Diego, I reached out to several schools in the area that had graduate business programs to see if there was any interest in my credentials as a ten-year-member of the faculty at Cornell’s business school and a forty-five year Wall Street business manager. The folks at the University of San Diego showed interest and I went at the…
Anti-Social Media Yesterday, after a turbulent weekend of social media “interaction” on Next Door, I opted to disconnect. I have not formally taken myself off of the system since I may want to still know if there is a rattlesnake on the loose or a lost kitty wandering about. But I have signed-off of the text exchange that got far too bitter and entrenched for my delicate sensibilities. I know what you’re all thinking, but…
What Are We Fighting For In August, 1969 I was fifteen and living in Rome, Italy getting ready to enter my junior year at Notre Dame International Prep. As we all know, junior year is the critical transcript year for a kid wanting to go to college. For a kid living overseas and wanting to finally go back to the states to do what he had always expected to do, it was not lost on…
Cactus Flowers Many years ago (almost thirty) I was a banker with an office on Park Avenue. In fact, I had a corner office facing in the preferred Southeastern direction so that I had a lovely view down towards the Beaux-Arts Helmsley Building (what used to called the New York Central Building) that frames the visual end of midtown as Park Avenue traffic goes through regal archways in the building’s base to circumnavigate the old…
The Mystery of San Pasqual This morning I got sucked into a debate that I would rationally generally avoid. I have joined Next Door, which is an app for local communities allowing people in the same neighborhood who might not know each other to share important information and, presumably, operate more like a real community. I mostly ignore or only lightly notice the neighborhood postings on Next Door since they are mostly about lost dogs…
Getting Educated Allow me to begin by declaring that I am as imperfectly formed as any other human being on the face of the earth. I like to think of myself as enlightened and evolved, but let’s face it, we are all riddled with flaws including the flaw of self-professing our “not worthy” outlooks exactly like this very sentence. How’s that for calling it in on my own position? But one of the things we…