On Baseball, the Harbinger of Spring

I look out from my office window at the glacier that still lays across Maryland, and a thought brightens my seasonally-affected spirits. The knowledge that pitchers and catchers have reported in Florida and Arizona. Soon, on fields of green, the boys of summer will be back. The crack of the bat, the smell of theContinue reading “On Baseball, the Harbinger of Spring”

On a Return Address

No, I am not an Arab terrorist. No, envelopes are not addressed in Arabic. It’s really English, but written in Elvish Tengwar. (Maybe it’s a good thing I couldn’t buy the Arabic stamps like I wanted to. Apparently there’s not a large enough Muslim population here.) Though I am expecting to have postal inspectors showContinue reading “On a Return Address”