Bronx, N.Y., August 24, 2002
- I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
But not true, I tell you. Debating with my better half whether or not to even attend last night’s game, she saw rain coming, and I saw fair skies. And hours later, I was shaking my head as I stood alone in the upper deck, looking up at a partly cloudy but decidedly nonthreatening sky. Continue reading