It’s been seventy-something days since Gustav and I’ve been looking for the right time and place to pick up the A&W thread. Right now I’m sitting on the back deck in front of the fireplace finishing off the last of the handle of Makers Mark I bought in the days before the storm and am burning, for the first time, wood cut from the tree that landed in the front yard during the storm. So the circle is complete. So mote it be. (more…)
Growing up an Atlanta Brave’s fan in the 1980’s, I didn’t have much (okay, any) firsthand experience of the excitement that a tight pennant race could generate. I had to get my knowledge second-hand, and perhaps no book clued me in with such poignancy as David Halberstam’s The Summer of ‘49, one of the most loved books in the baseball canon. So it is with a note of sadness and appreciation that I saw that Mr. Halberstam, a Pulitzer prize winner whose accomplishments extended well beyond his much-loved sports books into political and social journalism, died today, the victim of a car crash.
So I’ve poured a stiff drink, and make my toast to Mr. Halberstam. There is, no doubt, baseball in the great beyond, and here’s hoping you’ve got good seats.
