so even though I'm still technically on vacation (from what? you ask; good question), there's still work to be done as it appears I'm back in (on?) the game of baseball. specifically working on a piece about the imminent closings of Shea and Yankee Stadiums.and yesterday (Wednesday) was a good day as I got to speak with Wally Whitehurst and Shane Spencer, two of the less than 100 major league players in history to don both the Mets and Yankees uniforms.
but today was a terse e-mail here, an abrupt phone call there.
two steps forward, one step back (maybe three steps back).
and yet we persevere.
switched books today at the beach (and the weather has been lovely). now reading a novel (yep, a novel), . . .
but once I got settled in the chair, a horrible, horrible woman (further description is being put on hold for fear I would delve into horrible, horrible stereotypes) began berating her children. loudly. in a voice for all (esp. those close by (see: me)) to hear.
and though I had earbuds in (most of the first three discs of Coltrane's Classic Quartet: The Complete Impulse! Studio Recordings), her voice carried through.
did I mention the weather has been lovely?
two steps forward, one step back.
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