The Stories That Can’t Be Known

On Friday, going to Lancaster for the baseball game, I took the route to Lancaster I rarely take — the back road route to Hallam and Route 30. The intersection of Lombard and Freysville Road is awful, and I’m not sure that that’s even the worst intersection on the route. I wouldn’t let my parentsContinue reading “The Stories That Can’t Be Known”

The Daily Cloud: September 4

I genuinely thought about going to Erie, Pennsylvania this weekend. No reason. I could have hit some rock n’ roll shows in Steubenville, Youngstown, and Pittsburgh… Maybe I could have had a pig in competition in the livestock pavilion at the state fair… Listened to Del Paxton’s Time to Blow… Oneders Night! Erie’s favorite one-hitContinue reading “The Daily Cloud: September 4”

The Last Weekend of the Year on the Island

Where has summer gone? It seems like it was only days ago that I attended my first baseball game in a year and a half. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I attended my first baseball game in Lancaster? No. No, it was not. Those were in May and June. Labor Day is next week. HalloweenContinue reading “The Last Weekend of the Year on the Island”

A Saturday Evening on City Island

Yesterday — the second game of my seventeen Harrisburg Senators games of the 2021 season. Not to mention, my second game of the year — and this week! — seeing the Richmond Flying Squirrels. This year, the affiliated minor leagues feature six-game series between opponents, running from Tuesday to Sunday, instead of the normal/traditional three-Continue reading “A Saturday Evening on City Island”

Scenes from the Senators’ Opening Night

The last time I was on Harrisburg’s City Island for a baseball game — the fourth and final game of the 2019 Eastern League Division Series between the Harrisburg Senators and the Bowie Baysox — no one had ever heard of COVID-19. And I wasn’t visually impaired. Tuesday night, after something like 612 days, professionalContinue reading “Scenes from the Senators’ Opening Night”

A Baseball Ticket Surprise

Today I drove to Lancaster. Single game tickets for the Lancaster Barnstormers, the team in the independent Atlantic League, went on sale today, only at the team’s box office. While I’ve seen Lancaster play in York, including the very first time I attended a York Revolution game, I have never gone to a game atContinue reading “A Baseball Ticket Surprise”

Scenes of Recent Life

Some photos and commentary from the last two weeks. Last Friday, November 29th, marked the 50th-anniversary of the release of George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass. It’s also the day that Jem Roberts’ book, Fab Fools, was in my mailbox. This isn’t a book about the Beatles as musicians. It doesn’t concern itself with whenContinue reading “Scenes of Recent Life”

A Mid-19th-Century View of Harrisburg

While poking around on the Internet this afternoon, I found something that would excite me — a bird’s eye view painting of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, done by an artist for Edward Sachse’s company in 1855. Sasche is an artist I’ve mentioned before in conjunction with my family genealogy — he did bird’s eye view maps ofContinue reading “A Mid-19th-Century View of Harrisburg”

Speculating on the Nationals’ Minor League Affiliations in 2021 and Beyond

Yesterday the New York Yankees announced their minor league affiliations for the 2021 season, and it provided our first glimpse at what MiLB will look like next season and beyond: Statement from the New York Yankees regarding their new Minor League affiliation structure. pic.twitter.com/DN9oPbfdt3 — New York Yankees (@Yankees) November 7, 2020   We’ve knownContinue reading “Speculating on the Nationals’ Minor League Affiliations in 2021 and Beyond”

Talking Grover with a Little Girl

I sat in the Beetle and cried. It wasn’t an ugly cry or an evil cry. Emotion had bubbled to the surface and, like an unstirred pot on the stove, boiled over. “I like your Grover mask,” said a little girl to me when I was leaving the ballpark, and what followed was the perhapsContinue reading “Talking Grover with a Little Girl”