Isn’t it pretty to think so?
“It was 3:54,” she said.
“It wasn’t four. It was 3:54. I remember.”
“Then I stand corrected,” he said, smiling.
The elevator door opened with a mechanical ding. It was a small elevator, and they…
How To Tell A True Baseball Story
Sept. 30, 2008
Put Jim Thome in the lefthanded batter’s box.
The rest of the details matter. The rest of the details are immaterial. The rest of the details will follow. Stare out the window and wait, and they’ll come, like the leaves, like…
They used to do this on horseback.
We roll slowly, barely above an idle, in a brown 1950 GMC half-ton pickup along the…