I am not superstitious.  Then again...  

It's Father's day tomorrow and in honor of my Dad, I submit the following excerpts from a previous blog I posted in July of 2010.     My Dad.He helped me with my pinewood derby car for cub scouts by not building it himself
He chased me up the stairs when my sister complained to him that I hit her (which I never did) His back was a saddle I rode, laughing and falling when he buckedHe 
rooted me on the football field and in the classroom
He laughed easily and smiled a lot
And helped me any way he could  

I asked Joanne (she is uncomfortble in heels) and she has no answer, so I turn to you greater Gotham world. I have no clue and sincerely want to know: Why do women like (an understatement) shoes (especially high heels) so much?Rona, Nancy? Ladies, please help me!P.S. Photo is mine

It seems that there is always a current “what we thought was good for you, isn't”. Something that was considered healthy and even recommended, suddenly falls out of favor.

There is something about some New York sports fans that I find both interesting and frustrating.  There is often this winner take all attitude that as a fan/coach/parent/kid(inside) can strike a raw nerve.  This idea that nothing short of a championship is acceptable.  Some even find it an admirable trait.   It strikes again with the New York Rangers playoff run that has captured the attention of the area and the entire sports world.  

Our Gotham family gatherings twice a year always bring out the best in Gotham. Last night’s cocktail party was no exception.

I keep a few balls in my office.  I have a hardball, a soft rubber ball, and a small blow up beach ball.   There are all recreational diversions, sometimes used on boring conference calls or long Friday afternoons.  I also have a yo yo.