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On July 29th, 1955, Smoky Burgess of the Cincinnati Reds hit three home runs and drove in nine runs in a 16-5 rout of the Pittsburgh Pirates at Crosley Field. “Smoky Burgess did not possess the physique of a Greek god, nor even that of the average major leaguer. Standing in at a pudgy 5’8”, Burgess… Read more
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In the joint at the corner I had coffee and eggs and looked at the papers. One of them was the tabloid I had telephoned the day before. When I picked it up, I felt a sudden, lunging fear. But there was no banner headline. I got brave and turned to the inside. (cf. Dewey,… Read more
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THE ABCS OF SPIRIT(while Xerxes yields zilch) by M.A.H. HInton 1.a book can disturb even famous godsHectorIsisJunokarma leaves much neglectedone philosopher quietly relatesspirit toto undermining virtue while Xerxes yields zilch 2.allusive but carved devilishly effective from good hardwoodI join Kierkegaard loving more nuanced opinions professed quietlyradiant spirits that understate virtuositywhile Xerxes yields zilch Read more
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In today’s post, I continue “reviewing” my recent trip to the Windy City. As Sue and I were preparing for our trip to Chicago, we saw on MLB TV that MLB has just partnered with women’s softball to create a new league called the AUSL (Athletes United Softball League). Since they were going to be… Read more
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“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ― Henry James Read more
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Yesterday I “reviewed” my recent trip to the South Side to see a Chicago White Sox game. Today I will “review” my Wrigleyville experience. I put “review” in quotes because I am uncertain that in either case I am truly providing a review so much as a few thoughts and feelings about the experiences. As… Read more
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A couple of week ago, my family took Amtrak from St. Paul, Minnesota to the Windy City. On the itinerary for most of us were three games: The clear highlight for all was the White Sox game and Rate Field. I will review the other two game experiences at another time, but for here I… Read more
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Joe drank two cups of coffee. It was hot and strong, the way it always tasted best to him. He sat back in his chair, his fingers toying first with his spoon, then drumming noiselessly on the table. But he couldn’t sit still very long, and he arose, rinsed his cup and left it standing… Read more
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THE NEW ROMANTICS by M.A.H. Hinton another perfect lawnno more naturalthan the fauxwrought-iron gateor the little waterfall and pond that bubblethe same empty wateragain and again looking next doorwe see sneaky weedsand wild grassgathering on the edgesof neighboring lawnsready for counter-attack turning our backson so much empty perfectionwe move towardan abandoned lotacross the street our… Read more
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