LAUDERDALE-BY-THE-SEA, Florida – First off, Happy Easter! Rebecca and I started this blessed day with a sunrise service in the courtyard near our hotel. It featured contemporary dancers, a church choir and an uplifting meditation by the pastor from the Community Church here. All in all, a wonderful morning. It’s only 10 a.m., and I feel rejuvenated. And hungry. Sitting around the pool yesterday, I was chatting with our Toronto pals, Paul and Jimmy. They had just arrived on Friday with their lovely wives. We got to talking about my Heart Matters Blog, when Paul (a.k.a., “Magg,” sounds like badge) said someday he would like to write a blog post. He didn’t actually…
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Passion play
As I’m sitting here in seat 11-B ready to take off, this blog post is practically writing itself in my head. Honestly, I was disappointed that we’d be on a flight to Fort Lauderdale at 30,000 feet on this historic Tuesday as the disgraced, twice-impeached former U.S. president turned himself in at a lower Manhattan courthouse after his indictment by a New York grand jury. But then I realized that in addition to snacks and free drinks in Comfort-Plus, Delta Air Lines offers some “live TV” shows on their in-flight monitors. I found CNN and MSNBC, and plugged in my old analog earbuds. It’s show time, folks. The Tuesday we’ve…
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Pitch, please
The 2023 Major League Baseball season opened this week, and my beloved Detroit Tigers lost to Tampa Bay, 4-0. One game in, they are in the AL Central Division’s basement, tied with Kansas City. Just 161 more games to go. It’s a little early for panic mode, so I’m going to take a beat and not shame-blog about my Boys of Summer. Yet. Instead, I’ll highlight an unusually fun aspect of baseball, still known as “America’s pastime” in this digital age of tiks, toks and twits. I know, I know. Using “baseball” and “fun” in the same sentence may elicit some eye rolls. “It’s sooo boring,” you say. Or, “I’d…
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Aloha, cous
In the Hawaiian language, words can sometimes mean more than one thing in English. Aloha means hello and goodbye. It can also mean kindness, love and affection. To the Hawaiian people, they can do things “with aloha,” such as surfing, working or living, because they love it so much. My first cousin, Kerry John, lived her life – most of it in Hawaii – with aloha, even when things were difficult. She passed away February 25, 2023, at 62 years old. Way too young. Way too soon. We were a little over a year apart in age, which makes her death even more unimaginable. I’m having trouble believing she’s gone. As kids,…
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Be a Moose
Today’s joke: Do moose charge you? Only if you can’t pay cash. Even my great-nephew Andrew, who likely has a promising future in standup comedy, would add that one to his material. Why all of this moose talk, you ask? I’ll tell you. It’s official: We are moose. Well, Rebecca is anyway. No, not Bullwinkle J. Moose, the 6-foot-tall orange one with yellow antlers who starred in the 1960’s cartoon with his buddy Rocket J. Squirrel. And not the Bullwinkle who wore his signature white gloves and occasional “Wossmotta U” sweater. (Tee hee.) I’m talking Moose with a capital M, my friends, as in The Loyal Order of the Moose. To join, you…
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First watch
For the record, this time I did not land on my head. I broke the fall with my left cheek — not the one on my face — then my left elbow and my (formerly) “good” knee. Don’t be alarmed. Nothing to see here. Just a bruised butt and ego. It’s yet another injury time out on the pickleball court for this formerly fit 20-something chick and a painful reminder that she’s 62 with bilateral osteoarthritis in her knees. Before we left Michigan in January, I saw my handsome orthopedist (whom Rebecca lovingly calls “Dr. Kardashian”) and received two cortisone injections to mask the bone-on-bone knee pain that’s worsened over…
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Erasing our history
Another Groundhog Day has come and gone. Keeps happening. Punxsutawney Phil, that lovable western Pennsylvania rodent, saw his shadow in Gobbler’s Knob last Thursday. Six more weeks of winter. As a semi-snowbird, I feel for those back at home in Michigan, but honestly I’m not surprised. It’s February, after all. It’s also Black History Month, a time to remember and celebrate our nation’s African American heritage by removing it from official college curriculums because it makes some people … uncomfortable. Wait, what? That’s right. Before Phil’s handler could don his top hat and tux, the College Board released an official curriculum for its new Advanced Placement course in African American…
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Forever Mayberry
Mount Airy, NC – When in Rome, do as the Romans do. And when in the city that inspired a fictitious little town called Mayberry, you visit all things Andy Griffith. Here we were on the first stop of our circuitous 2023 road trip to Florida – by way of North and South Carolina; Savannah, Georgia, and … The Villages. (More on all that in another blog. Trust me.) On this late Saturday afternoon in January, we had just enough daylight to see the bronze statue outside the Andy Griffith Museum here in Mount Airy, population 10,000, according to the 2020 census. This sleepy North Carolina town just over the Virginia…
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You’re in trouble?
Lookalike couples have captured public fascination for years. There’s even scientific proof that some dogs and their owners often look similar. Familiarity breeds content. (See what I did there?) In my 60-plus years, though, I have never heard of owners and their pets taking similar prescription meds – at the same time of day – to slow the advancement of the same disease. But I’m here to tell you: In our house, it’s true. It has to do with Madison, our 14-year-old Havanese puppy. Puppy, you ask? Of course, I use that term facetiously, but it suits her, even at Maddie’s advanced age when she’s considered a “senior” dog. Loves…
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Many happy returns
“Drop your booty down!” Gosh, how I’ve missed hearing those four words. Even my miserable failure to drop like the Times Square ball couldn’t stop me from grinning ear to ear. On Monday, Rebecca and I began our New Year’s resolution early: move more, feel better. As in, shake your booty and anything else that’s required in a Jazzercise workout. We’re baaaack. Throughout most of 2020, we continued attending Jazzercise classes online, even during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic. At first, we worked out at home, three or four days a week, as in 2019, when we were at our proverbial peak. It felt good to keep up with…
