Yesterday Jan & I stopped everything important and went to an afternoon baseball game with two old friends. And I don’t mean that overpriced extravaganza at Fenway (consider an appropriate genuflection taking place with the mention of the holy name here, but only a small one…). No, I mean a delightful afternoon at McCoy Stadium in our new home town Pawtucket. The Sox steamrolled over the Leigh Valley’s Iron Pigs (what can be better than a league that includes teams... Read more