I first fell in love in 1975 at the ripe old age of nine. A neighbor took a bunch of us kids to see the rock opera and cinematic event...

Normality is a paved road. It’s comfortable to walk on but no flowers grow on it. -Vincent Van Gogh A few weeks ago I was slumped in an...

Big Daddy: What makes you so restless, have you got ants in your britches? Brick: Yes, sir... Big Daddy: Why? Brick: Something - Hasn't -...

I’ve recently started bike riding again and it makes me feel young. The minute I get on my bike and head out my driveway I have the same...

In his fabulous book “Outliers”, the journalist Malcolm Gladwell writes that “ten thousand hours is the magic number of greatness". The...

I grew up in Scarsdale New York. A lovely, well regarded community with an excellent public school system, and a quick 40 minute train ride into the very heart of Gotham, Grand Central Station. The homes in Scarsdale when I was a child were mostly neat and well-kept. Back in the early 80s, pre-McMansions and hideous cash-flash architecture, the town was mostly moderately-sized homes on moderately-sized plots of land. There was one street in Scarsdale that was, in my humble op