The Balm Of Baseball

The Balm Of Baseball

(Balm: anything that heals, soothes, or mitigates pain.) In a couple of weeks it will be two years since I lost Jacqueline, my beloved bride, to demon cancer. Devastated? I’m sure you can imagine. For a time, I thought I’d follow close behind. So how did I survive the...
Oh No! Eight-Oh!!!

Oh No! Eight-Oh!!!

Yes indeed, hard to believe, but today (March 6th) marks eighty years that I have walked the Earth. That’s a few decades short of Bilbo Baggins when he left for Rivendell on his birthday, but close enough. Good grief, how did this happen? Some years back my wonderful...
The A-Holes Are Everywhere

The A-Holes Are Everywhere

This is not my usual fare, but when a writer learns about something that pisses him/her off, the writer writes about it. I’ve written a number of times about the nearby Lake Calavera Preserve, as well as the adjoining Carlsbad Highlands Ecological Reserve, but always...
Wait ‘Til Next Year…Again

Wait ‘Til Next Year…Again

A few days ago the Sports section of our local newspaper, the San Diego Union-Tribune, ran an article about former big league ballplayer Kurt Bevacqua. Playing for the Padres during the 1984 World Series, Bevacqua hit a three-run homer in Game 2 against the Detroit...
Joy? Or ENjoy?

Joy? Or ENjoy?

It is nearing a year-and-a-half since I lost Jacqueline, my beloved bride, to insidious cancer. I swear, it seems as if it happened last week. My grief, while somewhat manageable at this point, will last until the Mother Ship comes to take me back to her. Speaking of...

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