Brendan’s Meadows

Kerry and I have decided that we are going to try and create a 501(c)3 organization to rescue dogs.

We are going to name the organization Brendan’s Meadows in honor of Kerry’s father who loved dogs and who had adopted many a rescue dog.

The stray and her buddy

We are asking those who want to become a founding member to pledge $1 to the fund. Once the organization is up and running, and we can take eligible charitable contributions, we will ask for more support.

The long-term goal of Brendan’s Meadows is to create a farm for dogs to live on while they await adoption or live out their years. We’ll do our best to never destroy any dog. It will also be a place where people who may not want to adopt a dog, can come to and still spend time with dogs in a fun and interactive environment.

It may be a few years before we can create our dream but in the meantime the fund will support local animal rescues and other good causes.

Opera? Surely you jest!

I saw my first opera last night and as it sinks in I think that it was a great experience.

I had told my parents a long time ago that I would love to go see Rigoletto.

My parents, being avid Operagoers, offered us tickets from their series and I quickly jumped at the chance.

Since every woman loves the movie Pretty Woman, including Kerry, she wanted to go too.

Rigoletto is the one opera that I had familiarized myself with years ago, in hopes of getting to see one.  I don’t quite recall why I became interested in the Opera but I think it has something to do with my Edith Wharton / Henry James phase and all of the opera scenes and references that were made throughout their writings.

However, even I liked the scene in Pretty Woman where Vivian experience Verdi’s La Traviata.

I now understand the inference of that play in that movie since “La Traviata” literally translates into “The Woman Who Strayed” which seems appropriate given Vivian’s career choice.

Apparently, Operas often deal with issues of lustful behavior and its consequences all of the time. I am only just learning this and perhaps I’ll find out that this is an untold secret about Opera patrons that I never knew.

But I now realize that when the courtiers abducted Rigoletto’s daughter Gilda, they didn’t exactly take her to their castle to play checkers…

No wonder Rigoletto was so pissed.

Mom and Dad left that one out.

If given the chance to go, Kerry and I would definitely do it again but I don’t think we’ll be asking each other for series tickets next Christmas.

Next we’re going to hit Broadway.

Bandwidth crisis!?!

According to CNN, there is a high liklihood of a major bandwidth logjam during the inauguration…maybe the bandwidth companies will finally get noticed!

The cellular phone systems around the National Mall will be overloaded if the expected record crowds show up, according to a spokesman for CTIA — The Wireless Association, a nonprofit organization that represents wireless carriers.

Since Barack’s own website calls for getting Broadband to every community in America, when those communities can’t witness the inauguration this week because of the logjam, perhaps it will help the cause.

All I Want

While listening to Joni Mitchell on Rhapsody and packing for the next trip, I was listening to her “All I Want” and heard a line that caught my attention…

The line was about how she wanted to “knit you a sweater” and I immediately thought about an old friend who once knit her boyfriend a sweater and then how she did it while she was away on a family vacation only to come home and have him dump her before she ever even gave it to him.

She told me that she never told him about the sweater until much later in life when they met each other over coffee.

Then I thought shame on the man that did that to her. Apparently women knit sweaters when they are in love and for him to do that, after that much work, was horrible.

Then I thought about another friend who just sewed her husband a Carhartt-like jacket from scratch and it looked even cooler than a real Carhartt. She said she could make one in about 30 minutes and since she’s a bit of a hippie chick that makes most of her own clothes, I tend to believe her.

I could tell that he really appreciates it because he seemed very proud when I complemented him on it!

Making another person’s clothes seems like a very nice gesture; one that is filled with love, care and uderstanding of what the other person truly wants.

Hopefully…

Dog Therapy

For anyone out there that has a dog…and is in need of therapy.

Thanks to Suzanne Shaps for commenting on this picture on Facebook

Dog Therapy

Hands off!

I’m not speculating that the United States’ and the world’s economic crises aren’t going to get noticeably worse.

However, I do think that the last skeleton has come out of the closet and that our economic tide is turning.

When the adult entertainment industry calls for a Federal Bailout, we now know that the weakest dogs are trying to feed.

First the real estate market then the banks, then the car companies and so on down the line. More and more industries are sticking their hands out.

Now the adult entertainment industry is asking?

I would think that this particular industry would be recession proof. Unemployed people have a lot more time on their hands.

It’s really rather ridiculous, which is why I am starting to feel as though the worst is behind us.

What could possibly be next?

Bail out the cigarette and liquor companies?

Westfield Sinks While We All Get Fat

Having breakfast this morning at my all-time favorite diner, Vicki’s, I heard news that the pendulum is once again swinging on downtown Westfield.

Apparently big companies are moving out in droves as are a few of the smaller retail establishments.

Not that many years ago, many of the old mom and pop stores closed up shop and sat vacant; not because they didn’t want to stay in business but because a select few landlords kept raising rents and forced them out of business.

Apparently, the landlords preferred to sit on vacant retail space in hopes of luring some big fish into town and to get higher rents.

Well, it worked and I’m sure that many of them have made tons of dough.

However, now that the economy has softened dramatically, it appears as though those big fish are retrenching and are now pulling up stakes and leaving.

It seems to me that Westfield is not going to be a retail destination any longer but will continue to evolve itself into a dining mecca.

After all, I’m sure that all of the rich people who live only a few blocks away from town appreciate being able to eat and drink at a myriad of epicurean destinations having only a short drive or walk back to their mcmansions after the possibility of having copious libations.

Can you blame them?

However, when it comes to retail, besides the fact that Westfield has miserably failed to address its parking problem, people would much rather go to a mall such as Short Hills where they can get covered or valet parking and a five dollar latte all in a 72 degree climate controlled environment.

So, unless they put a roof over Westfield and build a megalithic parking deck, Westfield doesn’t stand a chance to attract any more upscale retailers. Not unless those retailers have been ignoring what’s been going on.

Since the demographics are right, a few more flies might fall for the bait.

The difference between the mall and downtown Westfield is that the retailers at a mall are all dealing with one landlord who is very conscious about vacancy rates and willing to negotiate to keep tenants happy. In some cases they even offer free rent just to keep the traffic coming.

So, as Westfield continues to evolve itself into a dining destination, as well as a place to see others and to be seen by others, I just hope that nobody needs to buy a wrench or a pair of levi’s right away, because you’ll never find them in town.

For the sake of the landlords, I sure hope that this recession doesn’t curtail all of the dining patrons’ gluttonous ways or its curtains for everyone.

When the snow gets too thick, it’s not easy to fly.

As I sit here once again at O’Hare watching the snow pile up on the wings of my plane home, I have to reflect upon how lucky I am and how thankful I am for so many of life’s blessings.

Lately it’s been all too easy to forget what this time of year is really about when the economy, the pressures of work and of family all accumulate like snow on the plane outside my window.

But, after thinking about what a wonderful son I have, my fantastic girlfriend, my supportive and loving family and the many great friends who I am so lucky to know, the snow on my wings begins to melt and everything seems possible.

So, as I hopefully head home today and spend time with many of the people in my life that I care so much about, I want to float a prayer that everyone has a splendid Christmas this year and every year to come.

And, if there is someone in your family or a former friend that you don’t get along with, get over it! Make the first move, forgive and forget, apologize, do whatever it takes to make amends and tell them you love them.

Life is too short and getting along is so much nicer.
 
Merry Christmas!

Peas Lorraine

I thought that I would post another one of my favorite receipes that my Mother makes on Thanksgiving…Not sure where the ultimate credit goes for this one but she has been making it for years.

2 packages frozen peas
1/2 teaspoon pepper
4 tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon tarragon (dried)
1 large, cut clove garlic
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon oregano
4 tablespoon butter

Cook peas in 8 tablespoons boiling salted water with seasonings, 5 minutes. Shake pan frequently to mix well.  Drain peas, remove garlic and add the butter.  Serve at once.

The Far Horizon

Standing on the shore, we watch you leaving us
Leaving us behind
Alone inside
Alone

Wishing we could go, wishing we could fly
The water holds us back
Leaving no path
No path

When will we hear you?
When will we see you?
When will we hold you?
When?

Accepting that you’re gone, we feel your love
Loving from afar
Loving us inside
Loving

Standing on the shore, we’ll wait for you
To come for us
Showing us the way
The way

When will we hear you?
When will we see you?
When will we hold you?
When?