Fortunately the Lords and Lordesses of my worshipment continually provide reminders that there is more to life than losing a game.
If only I were more inclined to pay attention.
As I did yesterday.
After a really good hour long workout, which provided almost a complete if not total amelioration of my discombobulation over the Cards’ Saturday night no show in Upper State NY, I went with back to back decompression phoners with Bookstore Billy and Smart Guy, while standing in the parking lot of the new JCC.
More than a fitting metaphor: I was peering over at the rubble of my youth, the old Center building, that’s now 3/4s torn down.