When’s the last time you went to Lenox Square? Man that place has changed. I remember going to Lenox as a boy, when it was open air, with the fountains in the walkways. Used to have to go to an allergy doctor there. Wasn’t there also a grocery store on the lower level, a Colonial? Wasn’t the theater on the lower level, kinda in the back?
For Father’s Day Anna got me the “Family Keepsake Journal” entitled “Dad, I Want to Hear Your Story: A Father’s Guided Journal to Share His Life & His Love” by Jeffrey Mason – 90 questions about all sorts of subjects, for me to fill in for the kids to have info about my life. Childhood memories, facts, trivia, favorite foods, music, sports info, TV, movies, religious beliefs. Some thought-provoking questions that will take time to answer. Some answers could be borderline scandalous.
Yesterday Will went to play golf with M and his friends.
I worked past 7 pm. Ceil had a conference call with other moms. I ate a leftover burger, plus some of a sausage pasta dish. Later I remembered the homemade strawberry ice cream, and fixed myself a bowl. C was watching a Hallmark movie. I played on my laptop.
Last night I was thinking about the temperature all night. 72 degrees is plenty cool for me, but I was sleeping in a tight cotton shirt that had me warm. Back in wintertime we turn down the thermostat to like 64 degrees, and bundle up.
Up early to lift weights at the gym. I try to count all the people coming and going at the gym. At least 37 while I was there, a decent crowd. Had some Dreamland BBQ for lunch. Stuffed. Should’ve took a picture.
Researchers discovered proof of a Bible story that took place 2700 years ago, regarding angels killing 185,000 soldiers in a single night.
DENISON: Bryson DeChambeau’s faith has been making headlines since he won the US Open on Sunday. The same is true for Boston Celtics head coach Joe Mazzulla after his team won the NBA Finals last night for an unprecedented eighteenth time.
The Crack of a Bat By Dick Roraback
Away on this side of the ocean
When the chestnuts are hinting of green
And the first of the café commandos
Are moving outside for a fine
And the sound of spring beats a bolero
As Paree sheds her coat and her hat
The sound that is missed more than any
Is the sound of the crack of a bat.
There's an animal kind of a feeling
There's a stirring down at Vincennes Zoo
And the kid down the hall's getting restless
Taking stairs like a young kangaroo.
Now the dandy is walking his poodle
And the concierge sunning her cat
But the heart's with the Cubs and the Tigers
And the sound of the crack of a bat.
In the park on the corner run schoolboys
With a couple of cartons for props
Kicking goals à la Fontaine or Kopa
While a little guy chickies for cops.
''Goal for us,'' ''No it's not,'' ''You're a liar,''
Then the classical shrieks of a spat,
But it's not like a rhubarb at home plate
Or the sound of the crack of a bat.
Here the stadia thrill to the scrumdowns
And the soccer fans flock to the games
And the chic punt the nags out at Longchamp
Where the women are dames and not dames.
But it's different at Forbes and at Griffith
The homes of the Buc and the Nat
Where the hotdog and peanut share laurels
With the sound of the crack of a bat.
No, a Yank can't describe to a Frenchman
The rasp of an umpire's call
The continuing charms of statistics
Changing hist'ry with each strike and ball.
Nor the self-conscious jog of the slugger
Rounding third with the tip of his hat
Nor the half-smothered grace of a hook slide
Nor the sound of the crack of a bat.
Now the golfer is buffing his niblick
And the tennis buff's tightening his strings
And the fisherman's flexing his flyrod
Like a thousand and one other springs.
Oh, the sports on both sides of the ocean
Have a great deal in common, at that
But the thing that's not HERE
At this time of the year
Is the sound of the crack of a bat.
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