church of baseball

It’s Saturday night. Max Power and I spent some time getting good work done. Sadly, it wasn’t on Book of Blues, but so it goes. At the end, we started watching some baseball and saw Minnesota Twins highlights. Not that I care that much about the Twins so much as… Max Power & I love [...]

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So when I finally got to my seats at the Church of Baseball – Wrigley, I ended up sitting in the denomination’s front office seats along Scouts’ Row. Section 22, Aisle 6. “Ended up sitting?” Yeah, ended up sitting. “End” would imply a journey, and the implication would be correct because in this case, the [...]

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I’m distracted, frazzled. Procrastinating. Afraid of taking the next few necessary steps to get my my publishing career on track.

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Link to “Oldold Man’s Never Been to Fenway – Part 1″ My aunt and uncle just took a tour of New England. One night put them close to the college town in Maine where I was born. She called from near my hometown and I asked her if she would take me pictures of the [...]

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Oldold man Finn spends most of his evenings during the Summer in his paneled breezeway with mismatched brown carpet, stretched out & half-napping in his La-Z-Boy while watching baseball on the 27-inch 4:3 TV which sits to his right at an almost 90-degree angle. Holding the remote on his left thigh with his left hand, [...]

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