Monthly Archives: January 2015

    For some strange reason I was reminded tonight of what it would look like if you grafted  Irwin Suchoff onto Ken Ciuffreda.  And then, at a questionable distance from second-hand smoke, we laughed ourselves into oblivion inside a … Continue reading →

Thanks to my granddaughter, Atara, for these screen shots of social media reaction to The Blizzard of 2015.

There he was the night before last, with a shot similar to the one above – CBS-TV’s Lonnie Quinn in NY with his sleeves rolled up, top button unbuttoned, and tie loosened, issuing the clarion call to hunker down for … Continue reading →

Incredible that Carson Press will be 8 years old on Sunday!  Fun family party tonight at the King David Restaurant in Boynton Beach celebrating his birthday.  Some of our generation lament that kids have lost their imaginations, and can’t envision … Continue reading →

Loved our time in Orlando, made easier by a stay at Diamond Resorts Grand Beach.

Wow.  The things we take for granted until they go wrong.  I’m typing this now with extreme effort, mostly with my right hand, because the fingers of my left hand have lost their way.  Radial nerve palsy, they tell me, … Continue reading →

This morning began as a good day, turning into a great day with the potential for being a phenomenal day. Yesterday by Dad’s report was not a good day, with nausea after all three meals.  It’s often more about who … Continue reading →

The impetus for the title above is the magnificent book authored by Atul Gawande, which is subtitled: Medicine and What Matters in the End. It is a deeply moving book and, as the back jacket notes attest, one that is … Continue reading →

I am going to share a set of experiences that will be cathartic.  If you have not yet encountered what I am currently experiencing with my father, you will more than likely ride the same roller coaster one day.  I’ll … Continue reading →