You know, most mornings I power up the laptop and dive into
the day without a serious thought. Some days it’s just business – others are a
rambling of the mind, wherever it may take me.
My
early routine involves quick meditation, lots of coffee, and a hop on the
well-traveled global highway.
I make an early pit stop at Words With Friends, to ensure my
Pennsylvania friend, JohnHarnish, is up-and-at-‘em today, as usual. It’s our way, at 65+, to make
sure the Universe hasn’t done something stupid with us, overnight.
I play the Facebook version of WWF on the laptop. Ugh. I
much prefer the tablet edition. Hate Facebook and all the social networking
required for business – and some pleasure.
Of course, I enjoy the interaction with friends and
sometimes, mere acquaintances. But often, I “hide” many of the posts that are
inane and/or inflammatory – that’s my choice – and consider the policing of my
feed a time-wasting chore. It does though, shorten the distance between us.
Once in a while, a real nugget crosses my FB path and stops
me in my tracks. Today, one comes from PeterShankman’s obviously heartfelt and poignant post flowing from his perch
above us. Yes, he is a member of New York’s elite business crowd, but this
personal prose emanated from the seat of a plane.
