Me and Steve at a bridge in Scotland.Dear D, Scotland is nice this time of the year…. if you are the type that enjoys dark and cold days. The green is waning but it is still green. I know nothing of the Scottish way, but I hear it is beautiful to visit this time of the year. Braveheart, yaddayadda. All times of the year are better in a peculiarly Scottish setting. I don’t know why I write about Scotland. Perhaps Braveheart, perhaps photo development. Maybe the Arab Strap. Didn’t you always like Braveheart and the Arab Strap? I remember me and you at the Green Room that summer when we worked at the video store and I thought the world was an oyster… or a clam or something like it. We drank the Schlitz and had “power hours” before you moved to Silver Spring and then further on to Brooklyn. We watched Orioles rebroadcasts on HTS at 1 AM after the last copy of Braveheart left the racks and we cleaned up kiddy-spilled candy messes. It’s all foggy. I don’t know what it is all about. Or why I am even writing right now. I have nothing really to stay. It’s just that I stared at this page and it seemed empty and you were on my mind for a bit. You didn’t invite me on your baseball trip this summer. It’s not that I would have gone. I never have. I always look forward to the invitation though. Did we ever really play a game of pool at the Green Room, or did we just drink watery domestic...
Dusty waves to fans after NLCS game 7 loss.Okay! Here’s how it all goes down. The Cubs are the favorite going into game 7 of the NLCS. We’ve made it this far, sloughed off a billygoat that has been a few years lifted. Kerry Wood is on the mound and we have it at hand, right? Not so, as the way events would work out. Not so. The Florida Marlins will go to the World Series for the second time since expansion brought them into the league. I am astounded, flabbergasted, and any number of other ways of saying the same thing. Jack McKeon, 282 years-old, makes it there. That is the only redeeming quality of this. Florida has no realizable fanbase. Just like Atlanta, where I live, until the playoffs. Sure, they will fill the seats at the beginning of next year, and as long as they continue to win. However, as soon as a slump comes the ticket sales will suffer. People will decide, instead, to stay in their RVs, and the team will once again have to rebuild or die. The best hope I have is that the Red Sox can make their way past the Yanks. You see I am a good Marxist, or at least a Marxist. And giving to the suspicion that the Yanks may be the best team in baseball via revenue, I cannot give the championship to those fuckers precisely for the same reason. I don’t like dynasties. I don’t think that they are ultimately good for sports or the fans. To the extent that Atlanta has won umpteen NL East...
Employer, No Guns!“Get fucking real!, ” she said to me as I walked out of the apartment and down the street to the Green Room where Peter and a table were waiting. It wasn’t like I had not done this every Thursday night since I we got married back in the spring of ’96. She used to like Peter, but refused to like him anymore. She didn’t like the way he refused to prune the facial hair… and he drank too much. Drank himself into oblivion three nights a week and just into a stupor the others. She never laughs at his jokes. Peter is a funny guy, especially when he’s tied a few on. I met Amelia in college and we hit it off immediately. She was the kind of girl I had waited for all through HS, but that alas never came on the scene. She was there under the tree at the Hare Krishna free dinner. My mother told me it would all be better in college. Girls would respect brains. Like I was ugly, maybe I was, or am, I don’t know. Peter and I go back to Bethesda and Lowes Grove Elementary. he provided the first beer I ever drank, and it was with him that I shared my first alcoholic buzz. As a prerequisite for joining the little social group the two of us had created, he would ask if the male applicant masturbated. If the answer was yes, we would laugh and say that was sick. If the answer was no, we would say, “why wouldn’t you? Liar!”, and as equally dismiss...
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