I’ve always thought John Steinbeck books were meant to be read in the summertime. There needs to be sunshine and green grass and the prospect of a warm wind kicking up through the leaves.
I’ve always thought John Steinbeck books were meant to be read in the summertime. There needs to be sunshine and green grass and the prospect of a warm wind kicking up through the leaves.
I haven’t posted about a book in five months. You might conclude from that fact that I haven’t read a book in five months, but of course that would be a silly turns of events. Since knocking out “My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry,” I returned to the Red Rising series, first re-reading the original trilogy and then the newest book, “Iron Gold.”
There are a lot of Major League Baseball players. They play for a lot of different teams. I have a favorite team, which naturally has a number of my favorite players, but there are others across the league that I really enjoy watching play.
My previous post covered the majority of my trip to Mexico, but now I want to clean up some odds and ends beginning with the 5K race we ran the morning after we arrived.
Hello! Hola! I’m back from 10 wonderful days in Mexico where I simultaneously ate too much but not enough things, experienced the warmth of so many people and had only minor language mishaps.
Twenty years ago(!) Bartolo Colon appeared in a video game for Nintendo 64. Major League Baseball Featuring Ken Griffey Jr. had about 800 players, but none has managed the longevity of the great Bartolo.
On August 25, 1995, I screamed in absolute joy at the sight of a baseball on TV flying over a wall in Seattle’s Kingdome. I’m not a Mariners fan, and while Ken Griffey Jr. is one of my all-time favorite players and was responsible for that home run, there was a special reason that hit brought such joy. I won a contest.
Some kids are different. Some live in their own world. Some live in a world created by their grandmother.
Sometimes you’re in a book store and you walk by a “Buy 2, get 1 free” table. And on that table is a collection of books you’ve very much heard of, and some of them you haven’t read. You pick one up and count to one. There is another book you haven’t heard of but are assured by the publisher is written by someone who wrote another famous thing, and it has an intriguing title, so you grab that too.
I’m not usually one for New Year’s resolutions, but one thing I can absolutely assure you is that in 2018 I will make sure that on many more days I will disappear for a couple of hours to read a book under a tree.
