Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Lenox Square 1.0

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.

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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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