7/13/08 Flying High
The weather has just turned glorious as if July and June transposed themselves without telling anyone. Still working like a dog and no time for us except we went to see Cher, Ty, and baby TJ in Branford and that was fun, got the Lenny/Rimage haircut too and saw Starry Night again. It had been awhile. There she sat in the Yale University Art Gallery. While Jen-Scott got color, I got teary eyed at the muted night of Van Gogh’s. We are planning a return visit before the exhibition ends in September. August promises to be vacation month. We are laying the ground work to escape down south for a week, ten days. All Star Game. Wow, where is the summer going. In honor of Yankee Stadium’s last season, I bought a hat and the Jason Giambi jersey. Bobby Murcer, I remember seeing him hitting a home run in Yankee stadium. I swear he tom-a-hawked the ball. And we all came to know and love him as the kind gentle broadcaster who never missed a beat. The universe certainly works in such mysterious ways. You know Murcer would never want to upstage the mid-summer classic, rememberances will flow this coming Tuesday. Bobby, we hardly knew ye.
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