An Island, A Moon, A Leaf

"Hey Schleck, you have anything for me?"

"I do! I've got an Island, a Moon, and a Leaf."

An Island . . .

. . . A Moon . . .

. . . A Leaf.

I think Mistah just wrote us a poem.

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And hey, congrats to all you Red Sox fans out there. That was quite a commanding victory in the World Series. You have got yourselves one hell of a team. Nicely done!

The World Serious

One more series to go in what's been a vastly entertaining baseball season.

One of the things I love most about baseball is its constancy all season long -- one can always tune in to a game. And if one has the MLB.com radio package, one can tune in to the likes of Milwaukee's Bob Uecker or Cleveland's Tom Hamilton or Chicago's Pat Hughes.

Or to the very best radio guy ever, our own National Treasure, New York's Howie Rose. And his sidekick Josh Lewin.

BUT. Neither the Mets nor the Cubs nor the Indians nor the Brewers is in this final series, so we'll have to settle for Boston's Joe Castiglione. We've been listing to Joe Castig all season long -- Mistah's Red Sox have won the radio wars around here this summer -- and I've gotten used to him, but he's still terrible. Legendary Vin Scully retired as the Dodgers radio announcer last year after 67 years -- I mean, c'mon Vin. You didn't have one more year in you? Your team is in the World Series! -- so maybe I can convince Mistah to check out LA's young Joe Davis for a game or two. Or at least an inning or two . . . Or wait, maybe he's the tv guy? Evidence is confusing and inconclusive.

Well, there's only one way to find out. Tomorrow night. World Series 2018, Game One.

The Boston Red Sox . . .

. . . versus the Los Angeles Dodgers.

I can't wait to hear who sings the National Anthem.

Play Ball!!

Fall Magic

Yesterday Mistah said, "I've got to get out in the Field and take some photos of Fall Magic."

"I wish you would," I replied.

Fall Magic is right.

When I was younger . . .  way way back many decades ago . . .

. . . I didn't like Fall because it was the end of Summer, and the beginning of Winter, and so dry and blah-dee-la-blah-blah-blah.

But the thing about Fall?

Even if it's not my favorite season? . . .

. . . is that it is *a* season.

And, ever-evolving as I am, it took me deep into my 50s . . .

. . . to figure out . . . 

. . . well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out, thankfully . . .

. . . that during this short time on this Earth of ours . . .

. . . there is no good reason . . .

. . . to wish away one season . . .

. . .  to get to another.

I know. I know! But it takes me a while to figure out stuff.

And this I learned:

Time flies.

It flies.


And because of this time-flying phenomenon, there is therefore only one thing to do at a time like this.

Jump on it, jump in it, and enjoy the ride.

Here's Hoping

Saturday was the 13th annual Terri Brodeur Breast Cancer Foundation marathon walk across southeastern Connecticut.

It was so very good.

It's a great Foundation, it's peopled by amazing volunteers and leaders, 100% of fundraising dollars go directly to breast cancer research, the grant recipients are *amazing* docs who are making a difference, today, now, as we speak.

It is so good. And it was such a great day. Those walkers? They walk and they walk and they walk and they arrive at the end and they have single-handedly raised money for breast cancer research and nothing is better than that.

photo cred: tbbcf fb page

Our amazing and incredible keynote speaker Johanna D'Addario spoke of Hope.

Hope.

It was brilliant and heartfelt and eloquent and I'm trying. But man, it's can be hard to have Hope right now. You know, because of being completely heartsick over the misogyny and bigotry and greed and disregard . . . Gah. All of that.

But I'm trying. I'm trying to Hope. And the TBBCF is nothing if not about Hope. And the foundation is making a difference. We are making a difference.

So Here's Hoping.

To Eat and To Drink

Aren't weddings the best?

Aren't they the most magical, joyful, optimistic displays of what is best in humans?

I think they are. I love weddings.

Plus? Well, there's the whole getting dressed up thing.

 Obligatory bathroom selfie before the Big Event.

Wait, is an obligatory bathroom selfie a thing?

Well, it's a thing now.

And the whole wedding dancing thing. I love the dancing thing.

And, well, the whole wedding eating and drinking thing.

I love the eating and drinking thing.

Yum, drinking.

And yum, eating.

And whose wedding, one might ask?

 These two lovelies.

And why these cellphone photos, one might ask?

Well, Mistah forgot more than just his belt.

But man, was it a lovely day.

Congrats, Gracie and Matt. Eat and Drink in good health and marital bliss.

And thanks for the enchanting night.