Author: Allyn Gibson
A visitor waited for me by the Beetle when I left for work this morning. “Oh. You’re just going to get in the car and drive away? In that case, I’ll be chill.”
With major league baseball now several days into the playoffs and the affiliated minor league season finished about three weeks ago, the independent Atlantic League is still playing on; their regular season ends this weekend. I’d thought about attending one more game, but York is finishing the season on the road (and work deadlines prevented … Continue reading One Last Baseball Game in 2021
My computer died last week. Not a surprise — it has been acting wonky for a few months now, like it would lose any sense of when it was. Finally, Wednesday evening, it pined for the fjords and, while it would power up, nothing happened. The lights would come on, the fan would kick in, … Continue reading Daily Cloud: October 3
The week of Labor Day, there was an industrial ruckus in my neighborhood. It was loud in my “office,” it was even louder outside. I had no idea what they were doing, but it sounded something like a hole was being drilled to the center of the Earth. It wasn’t until I came home from … Continue reading The Two Cell Towers in My Back Yard
Last weekend I visited my parents in Lynchburg, Virginia. This had been in the planning since April, though the reason for the visit was rescheduled to three weeks earlier, which I couldn’t go, but I went anyway, and, when I was there, besides visiting a picturesque cemetery in the mountains, we took in a Lynchburg … Continue reading Baseball Night in Lynchburg
Last weekend I visited my parents in Lynchburg, Virginia, and this was only the second time I’d been there since the COVID-19 pandemic began. Having nowhere I needed to be in no specific hurry, on Friday I took a scenic route down through the Shenandoah Valley to Natural Bridge, then across Virginia Route 130 back … Continue reading A Cemetery in the Mountains
For reasons unknown, by persons unknown, a single slice pizza box has been left atop the mailboxes. A doughy sacrifice to the postal gods? A new method of delivering pizza “the final mile”? Will it remain there tomorrow? Why not? It’s already been there for days. Insofar as clouds go, there were none to speak … Continue reading Daily Cloud: September 14