In my hometown of Rochester, NY, there is an interchange that's so complex it's locally known as "the Can of Worms." Strictly defined, a can of worms is a complex, troublesome situation arising when a decision or action produces considerable subsequent problems.On my way home from taking a . . .
I'm not sure Donatello's has had a party for dinner that had such loud and passionate political discussions as happened last night when my brother, my 18-year-old nephew, his roommate (all conservatives) and I (a raging liberal) got into it. It was passionate, intellectual, informative and funny--in . . .
After a difficult week in California, I got home last night to a huge amount of love and support. I can't express how blessed I feel and I wish I could write more about it, do it real justice. In time, I will.Even so, saying any kind of goodbye has always been hard for me. Even when I choose . . .
My trainer AND Pilates tonight after more than a week away. So I need a laugh.I found this sign of the times--a retro MySpace joke.My head is spinning from the combination.I actually know someone who still calls women "broads." Yeah. In my hometown of Rochester, NY.He's had a hard time finding a . . .
I just love this story. According to news reports, 76-year old former French president, Jacques Chirac, was hospitalized after he was mauled by his 'clinically depressed', little, white Maltipoo, Sumo. No kidding.Shhh! Don’t tell Riley. . . .
DH2B banks at what he believes is the happiest bank in California and I think he's right. I had the pleasure of doing some transactions over the weekend with Minoo and Melvin, his bankers in San Jose. Minoo is eastern Indian and Melvin is probably Filipino; the entire bank is a melting pot of . . .
Oct. 28, 2008 -- A new study shows the color red may make women more attractive to men.Researchers at the University of Rochester, led by Andrew J. Elliot, PhD, carried out five experiments to see if what they call the "red-sex link" was for real. In the first experiment, photos of women with . . .
It’s October. I think of red and gold maple leaves scattered all over the sidewalk. Crisp Delicious apples. Pumpkins. The smell of burning logs in the fireplace. Puffs of smoke from neighborhood chimneys.That chill in the air that says a snowy winter is just around the corner. Sweaters. Warm jackets . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_bfskNU5OAI was watching some old footage of a 1966 blizzard in Rochester, NY. I remember it so well—I was a young teenager. It got me all reminiscent about childhood and a little teary. Funny thing about having grown up in a cold climate--memories of a safe, warm, . . .