Halfway through our trip we awoke to a sunny, blue-skyed Minnesota morning. Over a decidedly mediocre motel breakfast, Ted and I set about trying to rate all the stadia we had already been to in our lifetimes. For a long time, I had Pittsburgh’s now-departed Three Rivers Stadium as my worst ever. Between bites of … Continue reading
Seattle is really very far away from Boston. So, years ago, when I determined I would like to see a game in the Kingdome before it was torn down, I had to come to terms with the fact that it would simply cost too much to fly to Washington State for one game of baseball. … Continue reading
Who really knows anymore?
juice, crackers. tv.
All the mid-life, none of the crisis
The Four Father 