It’s a truism that a baseball game tends to proceed at a leisurely pace. (That’s how a fan sees things anyway. The disinterested might put the observation a bit more bluntly: “Baseball is boring!”)
I came very close to running into one of my pro-golf heroes yesterday. In fact, I almost walked right into his backswing.
Just a hunch here: The view from inside the gondola is a lot more exciting in February than in August.
A bit of evidence, perhaps, that this city in Colorado is well-named.
Here’s a thought about Grandsons: Pretty much the last thing you want to do is curb their enthusiasm.
The irony was not lost on me: Spotify was curating the playlist yesterday… as I labored to dispose of a once-cherished collection of mix-tapes and CDs.
Even the simplest of feats can delight a Gramps, I’ve decided…