
Age 30 – The New Yorker? Really?
Today I turn 37.
37. . .holy crap. I guess I didn’t pay attention the last couple of years because they have flown by pretty quickly. Admittedly, there were a few years that couldn’t get over or be forgotten about quick enough. But come on, I swear I was like 31 just a little while ago.
37 is also a horrific year in celebrity deaths. It’s not like there was any cool drug overdoses of legends or other ways that people were “taken way too young.” At age 37, some serious stuff when wrong.
- Lou Gehrig died of ALS.
- Vincent Van Gogh shot and killed himself.
- Christa McAuliffe died in the Challenger explosion.
Pardon me while I stare blank faced at my computer for 10 minutes thinking of the horrific ways I might die if I go this year. . . WOW. That was fun. Where’s my birthday party hat and candles? Continue reading

Recently I was talking with a few friends about TV shows and new series to watch. Like a lot of people, I enjoy a good binge session. If there is one thing I have learned to love about Netflix, HBO GO, Hulu and the other apps on my AppleTv it’s that if I don’t have plans, I can easily make them.
This spring during my binge watching of Shameless, Billions and a few other shows on Showtime, I noticed trailers for this new show called “Roadies” popping up. I took a quick look on IMDB to see what I could decipher and saw a few things that made me go “meh” and forget about the show.
There is no mystery behind the fact that I like a good show on TV. The evidence lies within the daily conversations I have and when people say “Hey, did you see ____ on Netflix?”


