crows are hard to
photograph. like cats, they are too
aware, disdain
the camera, prefer to fly under the radar
unless they're preening,
aeolian forces in play--clouds, windvane,
and wings.
being
at the boat chills me out like nothing
else. i was
texting sarah to join me but my phone went
from 12%
to zero in a heartbeat, so i went to
bluwater bistro
next door to charge it. no one had a charger
so i
used the landline, been so long i didn't
know
it was 10-digit dialing. figured i owed the
place a beer, at least, so i ordered and
tried to ignore the screens all
around me.
to my mind, people go to bars to talk. if
all you want to do is drink, save money by
staying home. so i went fishing for conver-
sation, mentioned to the gent next to me how
there'd been a marathon earlier in the
day. "yes!
much respect to anyone who can run 26.2!"
next
thing i knew he was showing me his World
Series
Championship ring, '74. "Bill North? i used to
have
your baseball card!" i bought him a beer and
asked a
couple dozen questions. i was a baseball
freak from
8 to 13 and there's still something about it
that speaks to
me like nothing else, so it was a treat to
get a peek behind
the curtain, hear first-hand accounts of Reggie,
Rose, Roberto...
...& don't forget Mudcat & Buckner!
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