Baseball Is As Faded As Roy Rogers
These days, I save a quarter-hour of time by not checking the previous night’s baseball results each morning. That feels odd, vaguely like leaving the house without my car keys. In one sense, I am always troubled when I leave the house without my car keys. But in a closer-to-home sense, I usually leave my car keys on my desk when I feed the dogs, cats and chickens or to take my daily one-mile walk around our fields. I take that walk with our two dogs. Passers-by sometimes see from one to four small gray cats appearing to tag along. Cats, being cats, don’t admit to liking ...