Our firm has had Season tickets to the Knicks (not always a good investment) since the '80s. As such, I have taken my 2 sons to many games over the years.  Last Sunday the tradition continued as I took my son David and my 2 grandsons to a 1:00 matinee. See above photo. I have taken Jackson, the older grandson to a number of games in recent years, but it was the first for Shawn, the 8 year old Baseball fanatic who was the subject of a recent blog.

Early in my career I heard the phrase, "A cluttered desk is a cluttered mind." It resonated with me as I've always messy - not unsanitary, just disorganized with all the paper in my life. Luckily, the paper in my life has basically decreased to zero (except for my own seminar handouts). This remaining paper isn't necessarily strewn everywhere. But neat, organized & filed? Let's just say, "It's there when I need it; I print only what I have to."  

I have spent the past week with my mother as she reacovers from open heart surgery for a quadruple bypass.  After some early difficulties, she is now recovering nicely.  I can't speak highly enough about the amazing people at the St. Francis Cardiac Center at Good Samaritan Hospital.    

Wait, wrong artist. Continuing his promise to play in New York until the fans stop coming, Billy Joel just announced four new shows at Madison Square Garden into 2015 and they were all sold out in hours. That was on top of 12 sold out shows, one each month, for the entirety of 2014.

Always enjoying confusing my mind by trying to understand theoretical physics, I tried hard to understand the movie Interstellar.   Without giving away any plot, I will only say it has a little to do with black holes, worm holes, the warping of spacetime, and most intriguing of all -time distortion.  

From the wacky side of life...a 91-year-old woman in Poland was declared dead on November 6 and sent to a funeral home, only to wake up 11 hours later in cold storage. Now she’s home and doing fine.   “I checked the pulse on the forearm artery, carotid artery also,” the doctor said. “I listened to the heart, to the breathing. I also examined the pupils. There were no reflexes. Typical symptoms of death.” Guess the Doc needs to rexamine his skills.  

My Gotham mentor partner, Flo Feinberg, has a wonderful favorite Yiddish word which she often tosses into our free flowing conversation. It is Bashert and it means "meant to be or predestined".I thought of her special word last Saturday when we went into the City to see the Egon Schiele exhibit at the Neue Gallery located at the corner of 5th Avenue and 86th Street.