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The Elephant Hotel in Somers, NY. We used to drive past this every time we drove to my Grandmother’s house in Brewster. If we didn’t see her on Thanksgiving, we’d see her the day after.

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I’ve blogged about it more elsewhere but here’s the link to the article. The reporter called me when Ann and I were out getting her new glasses. My phone was nearly out of juice so I had to buy a recharger and plug it in near a bench to make sure I didn’t miss her call.

Ann found me, waiting like a typical husband, and thought it funny. Anyway, the lady called while we were driving home (and connected to the car charger) and I gave her great copy. She was very gracious, emailed me to clarify a quote, and then sourced me three different times in the article.

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OK, so there are people who think that the new decade actually begins in 2011 because there was no year 0. Or 00. These are the people that insist that the year 2000 was not a new millennium, and that the 1980’s were from 1981 to 1990.

These people need to get a life.  A decade is 10 years. A millennium is 1000. Unless you were alive in the year 0, I can’t image why it matters. Tack 1 BC onto the first millennium and stop being so annoying.

I can’t characterize the past decade as good or bad because nobody has 10 consecutive identical years unless they get their mail at Sing Sing. 2000-2004 were full of fun and wonder. I was heavily into being engaged, a newlywed, or a new father. I also tended bar part of that period. There is little not to like. I lost my brother at the end of 2005. My company took off in 2006 and 2007, when we bought our new house and welcomed our 4th child. 2008 and ’09 have been difficult; My aging mother, Gregory’s autism and the lousy economy have made leisure a foggy memory and stress a live-in nanny. If there is anything I learned, long before dating my checks with a 20XX, it is that you always have to renew and recommit to make progress. I still look to 2010 with hope and optimism. I know better than to think otherwise.

2010 resolutions are predictable- more nice things, fewer bad things. The specifics are on an excel spreadsheet. The real resolution will be to check the sheet periodically and live life accordingly. One 2009 resolution that went smashingly was that I would blog more, and my real estate blog got me found with almost magical results. I was on ABC World News in May, in a few AP stories on real estate, got 4 clients on CNBC, and was quoted in a few other media outlets. This was great for the company.

More magic in 2010. A few real estate goals are here.

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Most likely because my older brother was a diabetic, we had a dearth of things to snack on growing up. Consequently, I had to make due with strange stuff on which to nosh. Tuna fish with Italian dressing, cheese & crackers, and soup seemed to sustain us between meals. And Olive Condite. Progresso Olive Condite.

I can still remember Sundays at Osage Drive. I was the altar boy at 10:45 mass, Dad was the lector, and Mom was in the choir. Afterward, we’d go to the Ossining Bakery for hard rolls. At home Mom would make hard boiled eggs and we’d have brunch of sorts while we watched Abbott and Costello or the Bowery Boys on Channel 11. These were the pre cable days, so if it was football season and the Giants were the early game we’d have good reception on Channel 2. The Jets were on Channel 4, which wasn’t as good. The Yankees were on Channel 11 also, and that reception bad, but it was the Yankees, so someone fiddled with the rabbit ears until the picture was clear.

Now, at some point, you’d get a little peckish for a nibble. The choices were sparse: hard boiled eggs, a buttered roll, and maybe a pickle. Even after Paul went away to Cornell my folks had drunk the health craze kool-aid, so no Doritos or Twinkies were to be had. Sometimes, in a far corner of the fridge, I’d spy that short bottle with the blue label: Progesso Olive Condite. Olives, vinegar, salt. A tasebud orgy. Lord knows, it didn’t fill you up. But was it tasty.

We don’t have much Progresso on the shelves around here for some reason. Grand Union is now C-Town, and there is a whole aisle of Goya. Yet just like that old refrigerator, in a corner of the store there is that olive condite. It’s made by a different company, but it still tastes great. That’s the bonus-when I was young, it just tasted good. Now, it tastes good, and it takes me back.

Olive Condite

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Moon River

It is abundantly clear that a 42 year old’s physical is remarkably different from a 39 years old’s visit to the MD. I was offered a tissue when the doctor was finished, I asked for a cigarette.

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I was going to have my 2nd appearance on ABC World News tonight. The usual drill: the producer calls in the late morning, Ronnie and Ann drop everything to find me, and multi task by reaching the producer and a client that fits the story. I speed home to get changed, meet them at my listing in Mt Vernon, and then we shoot. I’ve learned to hope that when this happens to hope for a slow news day, because the last time the Space shuttle delayed the story running for a week.

Alas, it was not to be. Some piece of garbage in Texas just shot up Fort Hood. Lots of deaths. Such a horrendous tragedy, and one of the casualties is my TV appearance. Thoughts and prayers for the real victims.

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I appeared on the May 27 broadcast of ABC World News in a story on the real estate market. Betsy Stark interviewed me. The best part of the whole thing was not the publicity, exposure or the fun in being contacted by friends about it. You had to see Mark’s reaction seeing Daddy on the TV. That was more fun than watching the clip.

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