By now you all heard that Carnegie Deli in New York City is closing by New Year’s Eve. When the news broke, it was like everyone lost their best friend. Thousands of folks took to Facebook to express their dismay. Here are a few of their comments.
Many of my family and friends are talking about the PBS Frontline program that aired two nights ago. It was all about Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. According to PBS, “it explored where they came from, how they lead and why they want one of the most difficult jobs imaginable.”
I watched the complete show. I urge you to watch it as well. It answers a lot of questions and gives you a better understanding of the two candidates. Thank you YouTube.
My Name In Lights
#tbt The year was 1979. BSR turntables did a promo on the Times Square scroll. Their ad agency arranged the whole thing. The creator, Bil Keane, is standing next to me. I wonder where he is now? Thank you Bil!
If you ever visited us, I’m sure we have walked you down the path next to government cut, the waterway that goes from Biscayne Bay to the Atlantic Ocean. Fisher Island is on one side, Smith & Wollensky and South Pointe Beach, on the other.That is the spot where Miami Marlins star pitcher, José Fernández, was killed early Sunday morning. He and two friends were at full speed when their boat hit a jetty. All three died. We saw and heard nothing. We only have a partial few of that area.
It was a very sad day on South Beach. Coast Guard officials spotted the boat upside down on the rocky jetty around 3:00 am. All three men were in their 20s. No one knows for sure what happened.
On happier note today, Ari Schneider, my six –year-old grand nephew, attended his first Major League Baseball game. He is a big Mets fan, just like his father Sam and grandfather Steve. The Mets were thrilled to have Ari at their game and showed their appreciation with this welcoming banner.
I lived up the street from Dangerfield’s for 40 years. I think I was there three or four times in the late 1970s. When friends over the years learned I lived so close to the comedy club they were surprised I wasn’t there every night. It was legendary back in the day.
The club was founded by Rodney Dangerfield and his friend Anthony Bevacqua, who still runs and operates the club today.
According to Wikipedia, the club opened on September 29, 1969. “Kenny Burrell, Thelma Houston, and Rodney Dangerfield performed on the opening night, while Milton Berle, Ed McMann, Joan Rivers, and David Frost were in the audience.”
Franklin Karp, formerly of Stereo Warehouse, Rabson’s, and Harvey’s, (well-known retailers back in the day) and now COO of Audio Video Systems, a custom audio/video installation company, emailed me a YouTube video of Rodney this morning that kept me laughing for hours. Eliot found it hysterical too.
I wanted to share it with you. If this video doesn’t put you in a good mood, nothing will. In my opinion, old time comedians are still the funniest people in the business.
Get ready for Rodney Dangerfield’s Funniest Jokes Ever On The Johnny Carson Show 1983.
Gary Kaye, a business friend of mine, shares his emotional journey through a kidney transplant and the technology that will make it all possible.
Here is a link to his blog and a copy below.
Just about everyone I know has a favorite time of year. It could be Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or a birthday. The one event I look forward to most each year is my fall foliage biking trip with my son, Max. We’ve been doing it for 22 years. But not this year. This October, we’re going on a different kind of adventure. Max will be donating a kidney to me. What do you say about a son who is willing to give up a part of his body to keep his old man alive? How do I sufficiently express my love, gratitude, and admiration for what he’s doing? The words just don’t seem adequate.
Several friends have suggested that there may be other people interested in my story. So, I’ve decided to write about how I got here, and what I’m going through. I’m also working with the National Kidney Foundation to spread the word about the prevalence of kidney disease and the desperate need for organ donations.
*Once the kidneys fail, dialysis or a kidney transplant is required in order to survive.
*More than 661,000 Americans have kidney failure. Of these, 468,000 individuals are on dialysis and approximately 193,000 live with a functioning kidney transplant.
*According to the latest figures (April of 2016), 100,102 await kidney transplants. Fewer than 17,000 people receive one each year.
*More than 3000 people are added to the kidney transplant list each month.
*Every day, 13 people die waiting for a kidney
The primary causes of kidney disease are diabetes and high blood pressure. With 29 million Americans suffering from diabetes (8 million undiagnosed), the numbers are only going to get worse.
I have suffered from Type II diabetes for more than thirty years. Most likely because of lifestyle, food, lack of exercise, and minor genetic pre-disposition. When I was first diagnosed, I will admit I didn’t take it nearly as seriously as I should have. I took the meds, but made few changes in lifestyle or diet. For the next two decades things only got worse. I suffered from what’s called diabetic retinopathy, which resulted in temporary blindness and required extensive laser treatments. I worked long hours and overnight shifts that only exacerbated the deterioration.
Diagnosis: Failing Kidneys.
About five years ago I was told my kidney function was down to 15% of normal and that the progressive nature of kidney disease was such that it was almost a certainty that eventually my kidneys would fail. While my doctor wouldn’t predict how long before that we happen, his guess was that it could happen within five years. After closely monitoring my numbers, he suggested to me in the late winter of this year that I attend a program called “Kidney Smart,” run by DaVita.
The class ran a couple of hours and included folks suffering from early stage kidney disease as well as those suffering End Stage Renal Failure (that’s me). The nurse reviewed dietary issues, medication, but primarily focused on the “what happens next?” She detailed the two primary forms of treatment: dialysis and transplant. I wasn’t thrilled with what lay behind door number one, or door number two. More on that next time.
Here are some useful links from the National Kidney Foundation:
General kidney disease info: https://www.kidney.org/kidneydisease/aboutckd
Statistics on organ donation: https://www.kidney.org/atoz/content/orgdonor
Organ donor heroes on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nationalkidneyfoundation/app/181518015386164/
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While I have lived in this condo on Miami Beach for 15 years, I find it absolutely weird that this is now my only home. I wanted to see sky and water outside my window on a permanent basis. For the last 40 years, I looked at brick. I never really saw much sky but I really didn’t need it because I was a true New Yorker. The sounds of sirens from ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks were music to my ears. I loved every minute of it. I never thought it was too loud or an interference.
I am lucky in the sense that I can truly appreciate both places. Before I left NYC for Miami, people asked me if I was afraid of Zika, the rising tides, and the waste washing up on the beaches.
Today, I spoke to some die-hard New Yorkers who now say I got out just in time because of the recent bombings. I quickly reminded them that I lived through the Son of Sam roaming NYC streets, I was at my work desk on 12th Street and Fifth Avenue when the Weathermen blew up a townhouse a block away, and personally witnessed crowds of people, covered head-to-toe, in white powder as they walked uptown after the Twin Towers came tumbling down.
I never once thought that Manhattan was not the place for me. I loved every minute of it and still do. We are not safe anywhere, anymore. I never thought a seaside area like Nice, France would ever come under attack like it did this summer. It’s such an innocent-looking place.
We just have to pray for peace wherever we are these days. I thank my lucky stars that I am living in the days of the Internet. There is no question that it has brought on a lot of evil, but it has certainly allowed us all to be connected in ways our parents and grandparents would have loved to experience.
It certainly has given me the ability to be upwardly mobile and appreciate the goodness every place has to offer.
In all my years flying, I have never seen such mass confusion when it came time to making sure that all passengers were in their proper seats aboard an aircraft that was about to take off. The best computer software program in the world couldn’t solve the debacle I witnessed yesterday. If it could, why wasn’t Jet Blue using it?
The story I am about to tell you happened yesterday on our Jet Blue flight from JFK to Ft. Lauderdale airport. Eliot and I usually take American Airlines to Miami out of La Guardia because they fly directly. We were on a Jet Blue flight because it was the same airline we used earlier in the day for our flight from Martha’s Vineyard to JFK. We didn’t want to change airlines.
We were in Martha’s Vineyard for a wedding. Jet Blue is one of two airlines that fly in and out of the Vineyard. The other airline is called Cape Air, but their aircraft are so small many folks call them, Cape Fear.
The Jet Blue flight from the Vineyard to JFK, a big 33 minutes, was uneventful. We had a two-hour layover before we boarded the second Jet Blue flight. We got to the gate with an hour to spare. We were surprised to see they were already boarding.
We should have known something was wrong. They never told us but they changed aircraft and all the seats and their corresponding numbers were not configured the same way. Instead of a computer software program trying to figure out where everyone belonged, we had a Jet Blue female official, in stiletto heels and a fashionista outfit, switching people around right on the aircraft itself with a pad and pencil. This process took 90 minutes. Passengers didn’t want to switch seats because their luggage was stored in the overhead right above them.
The Jet Blue official didn’t want anyone moving their luggage because that would take more time in this crazy process. The passengers revolted. They were not moving without their luggage. Conversations turned into heated discussions. The passengers wanted Jet Blue to let everyone just sit wherever they could find seats so we could take off.
That would have been too easy. The Jet Blue lady had to speak to each passenger in order to determine where she wanted them to sit. I guess Jet Blue needed to do this for legal reasons. It was so obnoxious. Passengers were yelling at the Jet Blue staff. It was very disconcerting.
I’m not a great flyer, so having a disturbance like this just completely unnerved me. I just can’t believe that there isn’t a computer software program that could have solved this seating mishap in a few minutes. Eliot said this reorganization should have taken place before they allowed us to board the aircraft. This was insane.
We got home two hours late. We were safe and sound. I guess that’s all that really matters. By the way, Jet Blue gave all of the passengers $25 for the inconvenience.
We all witnessed what happened to Hillary Clinton this week when she became dehydrated. It wasn’t fun to watch, but it was a reminder to all of us (seniors) that we must drink an adequate amount of water, regularly, especially if we are not feeling well or are exerting ourselves.
The trouble is that most of us are clueless about how dry we are. Not anymore. I just found out that the LVL Hydration Monitor will tell you just how dehydrated you really are.
The video is so important to watch.
The product is on Kickstarter. It’s a good bet, so think about contributing. It just started and reached goal in a few days. You can still get one for $99. It will sell for $199 after the crowd funding campaign.
The LVL Hydration Monitor campaign says, “The device measures your hydration levels in real time, including sweat rates to show what you’re losing. It then combines that data with your heart rate from the built in sensors, your activity level and calculated caloric expenditure during both rest and activity to make hydration and refueling recommendations. It even adds in mood, sleep and performance analytics, suggesting how much you need to drink to optimize all three.”
The inventor created the LVL Hydration Monitor after suffering a stroke. Read more about what happened to him and the development of this device here.
You probably haven’t received the alert yet, but the iOS 10 update is waiting for you in settings on your iPhone. Apple will probably announce it soon, but you can get a jump start on one of the most aggressive updates ever. The improvements are amazing.
Once you download the iOS, the lists of upgrades will appear on your iPhone. I quickly took a photo of them so I could share them with you. The iOS 10 update takes about 40 minutes to download, so leave yourself plenty of time.
Enjoy reading all the benefits.
Eliot and I have been living at the Hudson Hotel in NYC for a week ever since we sold the Co-Op we resided in for 40 years. We love hotel living. It’s kind of preparing us for assisted living. We have every convenience you can think of in our room and we have the option of going downstairs to eat. Life could be worse. Every day a maid knocks on the door to see if we are alive, cleans our room, and provides us with all of the toiletries we need to stay presentable. We get a call from downstairs to tell us the weather, reminding us to take our meds, and to use the gym. We take long walks and stop off to say hello to the staff that we have become friendly with. Our room comes with Internet and two TV’s. A serviceman shows up to turn up the volume for us and allows us to use as many wireless devices as possible. We get fresh towels and linens everyday, plus someone restocks our mini bar with our favorite snacks, a few times a week. Not having our own place is not bad at all. We don’t have to worry about preparing for company. We meet them in the restaurant, bar, or library. Everyone gets what they want, and someone else cleans up.
The best part is that friends come by to take us out, bring us to the best restaurants, and reminisce about the old days. We have lots of laughs, complain about politics, and compare illnesses. They bring us back home, drop us at the front door, and text us later to make sure everyone is safe and sound.
We arrive back at our room to see the shades pulled down for the night, the bed covers pulled back for our comfort, and the slippers and robes strategically placed in case we are just too tired to stand up.
If we didn’t see fashionistas in the lobby, tattooed gents in the elevator, and couples making out in the bar, we would have thought this was our last stop.