So, when I visited my son (he lives in Downtown Manhattan), I just had to visit my old library haunts. One of them is the main library building in Manhattan- the one in Bryant Park. (This used to be the site of the prime reservoir for New York City; the water supply moved upstate and this site because the library.) The other was the library that used to be open 24-7, the Mid-Manhattan Library.
Continue reading The brains behind “Copper Top”
Today we recognize the abundance afforded us. Of course, many of us have still not recovered from the Great Recession (yeah, like the whole Middle Class). But, being the optimistic people we are, we are still bound and determined to celebrate Thanksgiving. Many of us are also bound and determined to wait on line for interminable duration just to score that one sale item.
Continue reading It’s not just for parades or sales- or football!
Way back when I was a kid (come on… I’m old- but not THAT old!) , there were companies that sold chemicals in a packet or box that we mixed up when we needed them. Two that come to mind were FR and Edlaw.
I have been wearing contacts for some 3 1/2 decades now. (OK. I just stopped. Somehow my eyes have become so much better that I no longer need correction for distance OR for reading. Who knew?) And, over that time, I have become distressed as to how the FDA “protected me” from the purported stupidity of others.
If you are like me and watch Person of Interest (CBS) or Covert Affairs (USA), then you’ve seen this concept in action. And, I bet you never once considered what that really means.
Continue reading A kiss is just a kiss?
My company was 5 years old. We were still involved in health care, but this was the heyday for water and water treatment. So, that portion of our business skyrocketed.
Continue reading III is the charm
I’ve written about my next mentor often. (Here’s but one example– with another great story about Cary.) He was but one half of the management team that took a chance to hire me. A 14 y old kid. And, let me basically take over their baby.
It was May when I got to meet (by reputation) one of the scariest teachers of my school. I had just about finished my 6th grade year with Ms. Kessler. One of the teachers who tried to push me just a little harder. She got me to write my first poem. (I had written an essay, but she showed me that it was written in perfect iambic pentameter.) And, a term paper about the USSR (83 pages written in very tiny letters)…And, now I was “requested” to appear in Miss Katzman’s office after lunch.
Continue reading Three Years to Make a Difference
Yesterday, I set the stage. For Thanksgiving- from me to my mentors, both alive and dead. Who shared their wisdom, their time, and their love to help me become who I am. But, not by making me a square box to fit a square hole. By helping me find the best (or at least pretty darned good) way to make my way.
Continue reading The first of many
I recently had the opportunity to spend a weekend with my (now grown) son. Although he is the youngest one of the bunch, he has clearly grown up.
Continue reading A week of thanks. Because it takes a village.