ABSILVER's World

I keep reading other people's blogs, and posts about the tragedy in Boston.  As others go, so I feel should I.  This blog especially in the last year, has taken on some form of life and so there is a commitment to keep the content and the discussion going. It struck me hard.  On my way back to Fort Lauderdale, taking that bus to Logan one last time, I had a few hours till my flight.  I checked in and left my big suitcase in Delta's hands and then I went into Boston.  Was walking around that area, and was within just a few blocks where the bomb went off.  My flight was delayed, turned out by 30 minutes, but what if it had been cancelled?  Today, I sit here comfortable at home.  The thoughts keep running through my mind is how close I was, and I could have been there, as so many to watch these athletes run. I sit here also with this feeling, similar to 9/11.  It is not fair to be honest to compare one groups horror to another.  The idea of standing on a sidewalk and then i

Sitting on the Plymouth and Brockton Bus.   At South Station getting ready to head up cape.  I imagine the first time was the closing to buy the condo.  Think was early May too early for a ferry ride.   Train to Bus or Ferry from New Jersey.   I remember it well. Today, Friday April 12, the path is different.  Flight from Florida to Bus.  The purpose is to sell what has been a critical oasis for my life for 8 years.   I have such mixed emotions about this.  I know the decision to sell is right for many reasons.   But there is a tear or two realizing that this chapter is about to end. So... We are off from south station as a home owner with keys.  When I return Sunday I will be a Floridian.  Not to sound smug but for the first time in over 15 years I will have only one home.    Not a snowbird.  Not a jersey boy with Ptown.  Not a split of my world between Fort Lauderdale and Provincetown.  Just one place to call home.   I have been and feel like a very lucky man. I am

I sit here.. enjoying a relatively cool morning in Fort Lauderdale.  A great walk this morning on the beach, latte, and here I sit contemplating a month that continues the year of change for me. Unless there are some surprises, I will sell Provincetown and the closing is end of the month.  I think back to the initial days of buying the condo in Provincetown.  Where my life was at the time, and how far I have come since those days.   At the closing I think in 2006, I was working as a Worldwide Sales Executive for IBM.  House in New Jersey, Snow bird in Florida with Harry and Daisy, and looking for an investment and a place to go to in the summer. On a chilly day in March, I went to Provincetown looking for a get away and for many years what was to be a getaway turned into a home.  Harry and I enjoyed, and became a safe haven when we broke up.  Good friends turned into family, and I learned to enjoy the uniqueness and beauty that is only Provincetown.   If you have kept up with my b

I don't know... help requested. I sit here.  The night of the first Seder, no plans. I just don't really know what I believe. Do I believe I should eat Matzo 8 days? Do I drink 4 glasses of wine Monday cause it is Pesach? I have hosted some great Seders, hagadahs and all. I have been to some great Seders at home, Granny and Grandpas,  and in New York City. I have hosted and been where the love and friendship you could imagine could last the 40 years in a dessert. I have been to one in college days where bitter herbs were not the kind you dipped. But what do I believe? The Days School said keep kosher for Pesach was the key to getting into heaven! The Orthodox Rabbis say loving another man could send me to hell, or at least have me stoned to death in a religious court. How do I believe I should only eat matzo, and do as I am told for 8 days? When, I won't stop loving who I was born to love? I tried to deny that for 29 years and wasn't good for

You get in the business of what do I write about.  There are mornings where I know what is in my head, but frankly they feel too personal.  Or, I just don't feel like the feelings and thoughts are not ready for the world to see.  Sometimes, they haunt me around stupid things that I just don't want to admit are even in my mind or worse have to read after I type them. This is one of those days, but I haven't written in a while and I thought why not take a chance.  Let's see if these feelings and thoughts deserve to make it into the ether of my blog. Every year, an amazing thing happens to or for me.   Frankly, it may seem to most an unusual occurrence   Something, akin to a community looking forward to a hurricane cause they have a drought. Some years it occurs around Thanksgiving.  This years was a little later.  Some years it happens till spring this year a little sooner. The symptoms for those of us who live in South Florida are clear.  There is this influx of

I am imagining a moment in time this morning.  I sit here at the Starbucks watching the ocean blend into the cloudy sky.  Most mornings the sun rises and peaks through a cloud.   This amazing moment and I get to watch it and enjoy it often.  The other night, I witnessed from my own window the emergence of a lovely full moon.  A small shade of sun still radiating through the clouds and turning the moon slightly orange. Both moments make me realize how lucky I am and amazing Mother Nature can be.   I love watching the visitors taking a picture of the sun as if this is a spectacular moment.  Frankly, they are right, I just get to experience it often. Amazing we hear about amazing sunsets but rarely about the wonder of a sunrise.  The only catch, and maybe the reason, you have to get up early to catch the sunrise.  This morning I was up way early. So, walk completed, rain started, and time for coffee. I keep thinking about moments in time where life changes.

Chores accomplished including picking up the dry cleaning so I can pack tomorrow for a journey west for work.  Condo is clean, time to get it ready for my sister's visit next week. I am worried about Provincetown, friends and family.  As Lee says this house has lasted 200 years it will stand, but been more than 12 hours no electricity or heat and I worry more about people than things and buildings these days any way.  I worry and feel lucky, to be in Fort Lauderdale and enjoying what is another wonderful winter day here. I also, sit here at what I believe is an inflection point, a turning point in my life.  I do this on occasion, reflect back on what I see as pivotal turns in my life that changed me or my life direction.   There are obvious ones like pledging AEPi, co-oping with IBM, coming out to the world, living in New York, and a variety of moves in my career and home.  There are also those that change me, cause I am just ready to change. Today isn't one of those days.