A View from the Hudson

I was on the front porch when you drove by and I waved just back from a beach vacation where I witnessed an epidemic in this country that threatens to ruin the lives of millions of innocent people. Don’t worry, it’s not contagious --- unless you count Facebook. The only people who can stop this epidemic are the very ones causing it: my generation, the Baby Boomers. Many of us still think we’re at Woodstock, and that we have a waist and a pencil thin neck. We don’t. We are sen

I was on the front porch when you drove by and I waved, happy that there is so much good news to share.

I was on the front porch when you drove by and I waved remembering this is the month for Father’s Day and there is something that needs to be said and as a father who loved you even through the Great Tribulation (read: teenagers), I must say it --- we do not need a Father’s Day gift from you anymore. Gifts are for Mother’s Day, as it should be. That’s right, kiddo, you’re off the hook. Daddy’s Day no longer requires a gift.