Weekend Treks – Dunes Ayer

Happy, happy. September summer beach weather, relaxing sojourn on the dunes. Little necks, steamers, surf. Yum. Amagansett shores with no one else on the sand for far as the eye could see in either direction. Perfection. On this trip to the island noticed that every other house is for sale, there are no good restaurants left, even old haunts gone. Citarella, Clam Bar saved the day.

Stopped by H&D home, adorable in North Fork village on the bay with great yard for doggie B. Spirits of Poppy & Meme snooped around with us. Knew we had the right place when we saw Meridian over garage door. Sweet.

Four ferries later, back in Flo. News of moose up the road in Whately, Maria Muldaur coming to town. Aw yes great to be home. Maria Muldaur was my 35th birthday surprise at the Sweetwater in Mill Valley, or not.

DrH got lost under Stephen King’s dome, whipped thru 1,000 pages. Now that’s a page-turner. Still savoring Mantel’s “Wolf Hall”, brilliantly woven fabric of voices. Cromwell unplugged.

click on photo- DrH took from deck of our condo

Weekend Treks – Dunes Ahoy

Speaking of Jon Stewart’s “Restoring Sanity Rally”, refreshing to hear the sane voices of Bill, Hillary, Colin this Sunday morning. No Show Tea Bags can steep on Fox. Nick Kristof’s NYTimes column today makes more sane sense. “I’m a dinner jacket” wrangled with Amanpour, she couldn’t be translated out, but he’s still the king of obfuscation.

Liberace museum closed its doors in Vegas, all his fans dead, or finally realized he was gay. New acts flame beyond sequins and candleabra. No Vegas for us, sidetrekking off to the ferry to hit the dunes. Bringing “Wolf Hall”, liking it already. Will Jets win? Giants? MadMen? We’ll talk. A bientot.

Weekend Treks – BadMen

Great episode this week, MadMen tackled blatant workplace sexual harassment of the time. Women of a certain age remember it well. There were jerks. As with Joan and Peggy, you had to navigate it and women didn’t always protect each other. I’d have to say that 90% of men acted professionally, the creeps we remember. But then there were those proper young women who’d offer to give a “Mount Holyoke” now and then. I never knew any of course.

Bad calls, bad falls, bad behavior football weekend. Rained on men flushing the U.S.Open singles final.

Success Trek September

So many ways we make a difference, the past few weeks have taught me that. Men and women make a difference by going to work every day to care for the sick, teach, provide services for disadvantaged. One young man is looking to create new ways of doing business with a view to helping the world. Being a loyal child, sibling, parent, partner, friend- that makes a vital difference. Here’s to all of our successes this September.

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Peace Trek

On the eve of renewed peace talks, I think about my time working at Republic National Bank of New York where I got my first job after leaving Western Massachusetts in 1980. The bank was owned by Edmond Safra, a Lebanese Jew who had business connections all over the Arab world and South America.

The bank was headquartered in an ornate eight-story landmark chateau building next to the New York Public Library. On the open international lending 4th floor, we were comprised of men and women from Lebanon, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Brasil, Philippines, France, Netherlands, U.S. –  Muslims, Christians & Jews.

As I reflect back, I can conjure up their hearts, faces and names- Husni, Mehani, Souraty to Wasserman, Ernst, Bremer. I have never worked with a more caring group of colleagues. Most of them came to my wedding. I couldn’t tell you who was what religion. I did learn to swear in Arabic, which they all spoke.

Cup Caked

Why the cup cake fad? Hate cake, in cups, frosting, doo-dads on top. Don’t get cup cakes. Magnolia Bakery cup cakes, neither. Hope Cynster had good bday camping in the Adirondacks yesterday, warmer and dryer than here. Hope no cup cakes. JeanJean will be teaching sex, drugs, rock & roll at middle school this fall. Maybe she can make cup cakes with her class.

Speaking of cup cakes, stumbled upon Hummus recipe. Had can of chick peas sitting in cupboard. Took out the blender and added Drew’s Lemon Goddess dressing (like quarter cuppish), hot pepper flakes, a little more lemon juice. Blended it all to a semi-dense dip substance, not too thick. Good, but wouldn’t use it in cup cakes. You could.