The humorous accountant ... no seriously

Memorial Day is the time where we remember and thank our war dead; the heroes that helped obtain and maintain the freedoms we enjoy today. We can't do enough to honor these fallen men. But that is only one side of the story. As they say, there is always another side to a story and I would like to use this e-mail to honor this under- appreciated other side. For every winning side, there is a losing side. These losing sides include individuals whose  miscalculations, poor planning and screw-ups enabled the US to kick ass and reach the standard of living we have today. Some of these individuals sacrificed their lives in our quest for freedom ... they just didn't mean to. My first story is that of Maj, Reginald Griswold of the British Army. Major Griswold was the morale officer for the troops defending the British stronghold of Trenton, NJ during the Revolutionary War.  Old Reggie thought it would be smashing to hold a drinking contest between the...

I am sorry I am a little late for my usual post, but I have been more than a little occupied the past few days. Why? Well, let's just say that the Trump Administration has definitely stepped up enforcement of the immigration laws. I was driving on the way back from picking up my order of Huitlacoche from my favorite Mexican Restaurant in the world - Mi Pequeno Mexico in Newark, when I was pulled over by the NJ State Police on Ferry Street. It seems that the corn fungus used to make my Huitlacoche was illegally imported from Guatemala (it seems that the US only allows ustilago maydis "grown" from Mexican maize into the states thanks to NAFTA). As the clearly Hispanic troopers approached my car, I rolled down my window and shouted  "Matar a los credos gordos" which I think means 'blues lives matter' in Spanish. "Ok funny man" (I think he must have somehow read a few of my e-mails), "let me see your papers".  "Papers?"...

Prior to the advent of computers, software and e-mails,  hacking  was something that tropical explorers did to get through jungle over-growth and a  hack  was a taxi cab or a professional who didn't do a very good job, like the hacks at the Washington Post. Life was simple then, no voice mail, e-mail, texts or cell phones. When you left work, you left work. If someone needed to find you they would page you (if you were really important) or they would simply have to wait until the next work day. Security meant that you locked your front door, office or car when you were away.  As amazing as it may seem, we actually survived.   Once the age of computers and e-mails hit, life would never be the same. Everyone and everything was accessible 24\7. Need a few greenbacks? Cash was an ATM away. Hungry? Seamless will deliver . Need a hack? Uber is at your service ... except now a taxi isn't the first thing you think o...

With the possible exception of being hit in the groin by a Aroldis Chapman fastball, the worst feeling in sports is when your favorite hockey team gets eliminated from the playoffs. The hockey regular season is a grueling seven month ordeal for hockey fans. The highs and lows felt during the regular season are unlike those felt by the fans of any other sport. These wide mood swings cause hockey fans to become extremely emotionally invested in their teams by the end of the season. And if  your team makes the play-offs, the vision of drinking from Lord Stanley's Cup becomes indelibly etched in a fan's mind. It seems so real you can actually taste it ... The taste is a little funky from all the silver polish residue on the cup, but what a gloriously funky residue taste it is. The play-offs continue this roller coaster ride but with vastly higher peaks and much lower troughs. Rick Nash nets a game winner against Montreal and you become instant lifelong BFFs with the stranger you...

In today's fast food, need it now, instant gratification world, no one ever takes the time to sit down and do some real meaningful communication. Today, it's all Instant messaging, texts, voice mail, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook Messenger, etc ..., you know, communication by sound bite. So I decided to go old school, take a journey in the way back machine and write an actual blog, or go "Stone Age" as the kids say. This gives me the chance to do a deep dive into my feelings and thoughts, let you see the "real me" ... and the "real me" is awesome, if I don't say so myself. I am imparting on this blog adventure to I take the opportunity to let you see me stripped of all the tough exterior layers that keep me hidden from the outside world and show you the "bare" or "naked" me. You know, it's kind of funny, this blog is almost like me posting a nude photo of myself on-line, but without any censoring blac...