End of July - where does time fly?

Greetings (to all) and meetings consume people’s lives, they are hopefully useful, yet they at times are useless or even catastrophic. Such has been the case with the recent disturbing and shameful events that occurred in various parts of Northern America with the arrest of several mayors and ‘high profile Rabbi’s’ with allegations of money laundering, embezzlement, black market organ sales and fraud. (Apparently, they were arrested to the tune of Michael Jackson’s “smooth criminal’.) Good, honest and hardworking people do not take heed of these events with much scrutiny, we move on and plants new seeds and create new ideas and innovations to our lives.

So to all the naysayers out there, let us wait and see how the justice system (which may be corrupt as well) imposes either the proper and adequate punishment or acquittal.

New York City summer continues to provide the summer that all New Yorkers are accustomed to. Super humid hot days with freak thunder and lightning storms are available. This factor assists beer drinking but limits outdoor play. The outdoor summer screens have been set up and I believe McCarren Park in Greenpoint offers the best viewing opportunity.  Wednesday night during the summer, under the stars, surrounded by an industrial looking Brooklyn, one can sit outdoors on their favourite blanket, eat popcorn and almonds, drink beer, observe hipsters, and view ‘interesting’ films. (But then again it may rain, so always have alternative plans.)

I wish congratulations, once again, to my cousins Daniel and Elana on their wedding in early July. It was an incredibly beautiful, moving, fun-filled wedding weekend. The weekend leading up to the wedding was wonderful.  The guests were able to bond, be merry and watch as the bride and groom were on those initial steps of their life together. It was good family time, we laughed (some cried), we reminisced - nothing was missed. The wedding was special it was filled with ecstasy, love and laughter. It was my pick of the parties of the summer 2009.

My find of July was the segregated pizza store in Williamsburgh (naturally, I sat on the women’s side.)

Michael Jackson is gone, but his legacy lives on. Ride the New York Subway and you will spot the young and old sporting MJ memorabilia. And that is the end of that.

Summertime always brings back those memories of fun and sun filled times. Like that great song back from that summer spent cruising the 405 in California or the one spent sojourning on the TGV in Southern France, or that gorgeous sunny day, spent on the golden sand and refreshing ocean of Bondi Beach. So what will that song of the summer be? Will their be that special memory, or will your summer be remembered and forgotten for some brainless act? Let me hear some of your summer stories.

We commemorate the destruction of God’s holy temple and it was due to acts of self–hate and self –centeredness that the destruction occurred.  So instead of calling people names, make yourself someone of fame. When you see someone in need, help him or her by doing a good deed.  

Peace and party.