Herd

I once worked in a restaurant where the expected confirmation response to a question or request, the “Polo” to one’s “Marco,” was “Heard.” I liked it. It seemed succinct, yet active. Not only did the single syllable communicate that the speaker’s words were effectively conveyed, but they were clearly acknowledged. Processed and ready to be … Continue reading Herd

Checked at check in

Yesterday I had my (hopefully) last appointment with Dr. Aronowitz, the orthopedic surgeon who operated on my knee last month. It was the third time I visited his office in Schenectady and the experience was quite a bit different from my previous appointments. The first thing that was unlike prior appointments was flexibility in my … Continue reading Checked at check in

Maintaining the six foot rule

Walking these days take some attention. I mean, it always demanded that we have our eyes and ears open, but walking in the midst of a pandemic requires an additional sense  - as in common sense. As Jeter and I meander our way through the street of Albany, I now have to consciously take of … Continue reading Maintaining the six foot rule

Thoughts from the end of the world

These are bonafide whacky times. This free fall of the once great America is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I hear comparisons to the AIDS epidemic and the immediate post-9/11 days and understand and appreciate the obvious similarities. This, though? This is different. There’s a children’s book that I despise, The Giving Tree. … Continue reading Thoughts from the end of the world

Recuperation under the watchful eyes of a Labrador nurse

Being a patient is not really my thing. I’m not sure if that comes from growing up without the presence of an overly indulgent parent or simply being uncomfortable with too much personal attention, but either way, I prefer to be alone when I’m not feeling 100%. Meniscus surgery recovery has been remarkably undramatic. The … Continue reading Recuperation under the watchful eyes of a Labrador nurse