This week I must have been brought to the attention of some fine folks and they managed to find me in the Twittersphere and therefore I now have my ego stroked enough to last me for a couple of weeks, I’m sure.
Catching Up
I have, again, been remiss in posting here, but I do have some recent posts elsewhere. Here’s a bit of a recap: Saturday: Sabbath Wondering what the day between the crucifixion and resurrection sounded like. When I lived in Pennsylvania, my small town had a Chabad- Hasidic Jewish synagogue at the top end of State Street. Newtown was full of […]
Baseball
It’s Game 7 of the World Series. Though I stopped tracking the postseason baseball closely when the Tigers collapsed, I discovered in myself this evening a great urge to watch it all come together to whatever end. Baseball’s always been around. I went to at least one game a year regularly as a child, and Dad typically made sure to […]
When The World Cup Rolls Around
I’ve heard many complaints throughout my life that Baseball’s World Series is improperly named. It’s not a battle I feel like fighting, but I’d have to agree with the complainers. Frankly, the United States and one city in southern Canada do not the “World” make. So, perhaps the complainers are right to argue their point at every turn, but I’d rather […]
New Guest Post at Story Warren
Have you been introduced to Story Warren yet? It’s a delightful place, full of wonderful people who tell wonderful tales and recommend wonderful things. Y’all should head on over and check out one of those links in the previous sentence. Or all of them. S.D. Smith, who runs the place with his many allies, is a highly enjoyable human being […]
Bent Branches, Straight Baselines
It’s been just over a month now since spring began – slowly this year in Philly – coming at us in fits and starts. I think it has actually arrived now, though there are still one or two trees that are only just leafing out. But the azaleas and the dogwoods have bloomed, so I think it’s really spring. This […]
Whoever Plays the Yankees
I have an uncle who loves baseball. When I say that, I’m not sure you can quite understand me – unless you have one of those types in your own family. He LOVES baseball. Now, often team loyalties in sports come through familial ties. A son loves the team his father loves, unless of course, he grows to hate that […]