Here I am. Many years divorced. A man who loves his kids(both grown and on their own)the Blues specifically and most music generally. Baseball is a passion(Mets fan, so I obviously have a sense of humor) Speaking of which, love funny movies as far back and the Marx Bros. More recently Groundhogs Day, All Of me and Knocked up come to mind

I love strolling through a museum appreciating most things, including some things I don't always understand and secure enough to admit when I don't. Like the theatre, the park, the Oyster Bar and and people who don't take themselves too seriously.

I have been told that I have a really good sense of humor. Given the state of things it seems that's a prerequisite to surviving with even a modicum of sanity. Anyway, my kids are here to take a lovely picture of me so you know you aren't reading the profile of a gnome. Bye-Bye

I might meet at a watering hole for a drink and a small bite. Then I would go somewhere like MOMA(of which I never tire)for some strolling, pseudo-sophisticated banter and a chance to quietly make fun of others(museum goers, artists, and anything else that might cross our minds

I imagine the evening might end with a nitecap and a small repast or perhaps a bank heist(seeing if anyone is paying attention)and finally vows of everlasting love an devotion followed by two tums