The People’s Cortisol
“You can testify, but you can’t win because I’m here to tell you, you’re guilty as sin.” –the Right Honorable Samuel Davis Jr. So, how did I get to be this old? Just lucky, I guess. No, no guesswork, I’m lucky as hell, and it’s about time I acknowledged that fact. I turned 67 years on Friday and, as mentioned many times before, I share a birthday with Bob Dylan, Patti LaBelle and the Brooklyn. I’m younger than all three but not by much. I had a fabulous birthday celebration on Saturday with my sister and auntie, where we spent the day in Central Park before having dinner at Guantanamera, a Cuban restaurant on Eighth Avenue. I’d rather not think about my intake cholesterol during this particular meal, but, hell, it was my birthday and my cardiologist said I can go off the trail every now and then. This one should hold me for a while. I’ve been focusing on the gratitude more lately in a bid to free myself from this knee-jerk misery that sneaks up on me if I’m not careful. A...