For just one day can we all…

Simply be Americans unified in our shared grief? Pause and remember all that we have lost - the people, the sense of safety, the innocence? Extend ourselves to help others? Honor the brave fire fighters, police officers and medical personnel who ran into the towers as all others sought to escape? Be the best versions … Continue reading For just one day can we all…

Thoughts on Labor Day from a retired teacher

For most of my life, Labor Day has separated summer freedom and 10 months of being at school. As the days began to dawn later, often with more crispness, and end earlier, the inevitable approach of the schedule to which I must abide grew louder and louder until it was impossible to ignore. School was … Continue reading Thoughts on Labor Day from a retired teacher

A few things on my radar this month…

This first September of freedom retirement contains a number of events that I’m happy my less committed calendar will allow me to attend. While I’m unable to do all of them* I absolutely will be hitting at least a couple of these happenings. Let’s begin with a Back to School night that everyone can get … Continue reading A few things on my radar this month…

California – Waymo to Woah

On my last visit to the Bay Area, I recall seeing vehicles that were learning the streets of San Francisco in preparation for the introduction of driverless cars. Five years later, the research is complete and driverless cars are a regularly appearing and convenient car service. Last night, we took Waymo vehicles in both directions … Continue reading California – Waymo to Woah

Leaving for San Francisco, wardrobe (and all organs) in place.

The evening’s dramatic rain storm, and subsequent drop in the temperature, completely changed my jacket selection(s) for my upcoming visit to San Francisco. The slightly damp, but not too humid, air here in Albany was pretty much what I can anticipate experiencing in SF. I’m going to need a raincoat of sorts for certain - … Continue reading Leaving for San Francisco, wardrobe (and all organs) in place.