Saturday, April 18, 2015

My Brother Raz

Today is the anniversary of my brother Raz's death. I still miss him. He was my hero and truly a renaissance man. 

Friday, April 17, 2015

Holocaust Remembrance Day

Yesterday. I forgot. Slap, slap. Let us never forget. I am going to remember through the picture of Anne Franke. 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015


ATTITUDE is the difference between an ordeal and an adventure. Saw in the WSJ. 

Tuesday, April 14, 2015


Baseball is "America's game" as Susan Sarandon said in my all time favorite 
baseball movie, "Bull Durham." And it is: AMERICA'S GAME. Yesterday was the opening day, at home, for the San Francisco Giants. 

The game was really lackluster. The Giants didn't have much spark, for whatever reason. Baseball crowds, however, as a rule, are great. Example: One fan I met had been to opening day with his Dad for 28 years. So hoping he could make one more. Dad died a few days ago. 

For us, we were there to honor our good friend, Sharon. Good time, relatively speaking in honoring her. Nick, her husband, had a tee with Sharon's picture on it, very sweet. 

Sunday, April 12, 2015


You can mock Christianity or Judaism but you can't criticize Islam. 
Ayaan Hirsi Ali

Saturday, April 11, 2015

An Essay called, Why Evangelicals Should Love The Pope

Peter Wehner, an evangelical, said something like this, "The authorities were constantly at odds with Jesus because He hung out with the wrong people: The despised and the outcast were his congregation.  To make matters worse,  he claimed the authority of God. Jesus was condemned for being a friend of sinners and cavorting with prostitutes. The proud hated him while the broken flocked to him.  

Sunday, April 05, 2015


Lon Simmons died today he was 91. He got me the baseball sign by Buster Posey. 


Happy Easter. Heading out to Easter sunrise service. I always think of my DAD. 

When I was growing up, my dad and I went to the Cemetery where they had Easter sunrise services. We would always get there early and sit in the car, usually freezing. I would say, "Dad, why are we doing this?" He would laugh and say something like, "son, just think of it like this. We are having fun." Finally we would get out of the car and walk about a mile to where the services were held. When it was over, Dad would always say. "Now, aren't you glad we came." He would laugh. The last time we went, I was about sixteen. Shortly after then he had a massive stroke. He was a super dad.