Jet Blue, Not Ruby Slippers!

Updated: Jun 28, 2021

Songs on the comfort of returning home litter the playlists of most modern musicophiles.


Whether your taste is the harmony of Simon and Garfunkel’s “Homeward Bound,” the driving guitar and drums of Mötley Crüe’s “Home Sweet Home,” Diddy’s soulful “Coming Home” or the prayers of John Denver looking for a Country Road to take wonder home on, musicians agree with Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.




So does Mark Lipton!


During hours normally reserved for shuffling from bed to bathroom for the third time of the night, I slid behind the wheel of a white Audi sedan.


A gift from my fiancéeic!


As I joined the southbound lanes of Connecticut's Merritt Parkway, still foggy from the pre-dawn alarm, I asked my right foot to wake up the German horses and their jockey. Putting the car's transmission into manual mode, I paddle shifted the drivetrain through its sprint to 80 MPH before setting it back into its fully-automatic mode, for the early morning drive to New York's John F. Kennedy airport.


Buck Wheat!


The heat of an Austin, Texas summer was never part of the Buck’s plan. But neither was her father’s house in Stamford, Connecticut! I’m certain we will be up late nights while she figures out her next steps. Having had a harrowing few weeks, Buck's summer plans need to be re-planned. As I pick up my daughter from a week of hiking and spa treatments with her mother in Santa Fe, New Mexico I’m hoping her mother got all that worked out.

I‘m still tired from the last time Buck was home!