One of my dreams for as long as I can remember is to own a sail boat and sail the world; just my wife and I enjoying the solitude and beauty that this endeavor can offer. There will be hours and hours of peace; just the wind and the water and the boat. We would have plenty to keep us busy. We would have great conversations about our lives and the friend we’ve enjoyed. Maybe we would even bring them along on parts of the odyssey.

A literary detective story that began 18 months ago and was advanced through a chance reading of an 1880 edition of The Harvard Register has led researchers from the Jefferson Library at Monticello to a trove of books that were among the last ones that Thomas Jefferson, the nation’s most bibliophilic president, collected and read in the decade before he died.

I was having an all too infrequent chat with my friend in Hollywood last night. We caught up on the usual stuff about spouses and cats and work. When we started talking about my therapy, our conversation took an interesting turn. As you may or may not know – or even care, I play music for therapy: self prescribed. I find that after a week of dealing in corporate America I desperately need a distraction and release: and this few hours on stage is what I really want to do. So I play music in a “Biker Bar” in Cave Creek, Arizona on Friday and Saturday evenings.