Now and then I lament that I can’t draw. But it’s really the case that I don’t draw enough anymore to be any good. I used to draw all the time and not just doodles. Once upon a time I even drew all the Christmas cards I sent. One at a time. No photocopying. No scanning and uploading onto a computer because that wasn’t an option. Once I sat up all night working on my cards. Best night up all alone of my life. But even when I did draw enough to be any good I was never this good:
And here’s a time-lapse video of the drawing in progress:
I hope you had a Merry Christmas and a Happy Hanukkah and a joyful whatever other holiday you celebrate this time of year. Happy New Year from all of us here in Mannionville---the blonde, Ken, Oliver, and me!
We’ve lived here for ten years now, which makes this our eleventh Christmas in this house. It’s seven a.m. Ten years ago I’d have been awake for two hours already. Well, I’ve been awake for nearly that this morning. The difference is ten years ago I’d have been awake since 5 after having gone to bed at 2 or 3 after seeing Santa on his way. The lights are on in the living room of a house down the street where there are still small boys on the premises. Our large boys are still asleep. As is their mother. And our house guest. And his dog. So it’s just me and you. Whispering--->Merry Christmas!
Ten a.m. Everybody awake. Don’t have to whisper anymore. MERRY CHRISTMAS! From Lance, the blonde, Ken, Oliver, Uncle Merlin, and Art the Wonder Dog!
The blonde's famous peach blueberry pie, fresh out of the oven. The last one she made sold for $100 at a charity auction. This one's not for sale, worthy cause or no worthy cause, not even for a hundred bucks. We're eating it now. The kitchen at the Mannionville Ranch. Saturday night. August 24, 2013.
Cooperstown. August 27, 2011. Roberto Clemente played for the Cangrejeros. I don’t think that’s his jersey though. Photo courtesy of me.
“¡Viva Baseball! features nearly 150 artifacts and a state-of-the-art multi-media presentation celebrating the passion of the Latin love affair with baseball, spanning nearly 150 years of history. The exhibit focuses on the rich baseball traditions of the major baseball-playing countries of the region: Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Mexico, Puerto Rico and Venezuela. In video interviews located throughout the exhibit, Latin American Hall of Famers and major league All-Stars provide first-hand accounts for playing in their homeland, their journey to the major leagues and insight into what makes Caribbean baseball special.
Some of the historic artifacts from ¡Viva Baseball! include: A ball from the first organized pro season in the United States from 1871, used in a game that featured Cuban Esteban Bellán, the first Latin American big leaguer; a jersey from Puerto Rico’s Roberto Clemente; a glove and cap from Hall of Fame pitcher Juan Marichal of the Dominican Republic; a jersey worn by Hector Espino, the “Mexican Babe Ruth”; and jerseys and equipment from current Latin American superstars like Albert Pujols, David Ortiz and Johan Santana.”---from the Baseball Hall of Fame’s website introduction to the exhibit ¡Viva Baseball!
Part Two of my All-Star Game post is written. Just have to type it, which, as you know from all my whining about it, is a chore for me these days. But I will persevere! Just as a heads up, though. The post is about how Barry Bonds belongs in the Hall of Fame and how he’s for all intents and purposes already in there, whether or not he gets a plaque. In the course of making my case, I do a big song and dance about how baseball isn’t a religion and the Hall of Fame isn’t a shrine…
Except when it is. I forgot about the exhibit that greets you when you walk in the door.
I don’t know. Reminded this former altar boy of the altars to Mary and Joseph at the front of the church. Definitely some hagiography going on. Gehrig, Robinson, and Clemente were good men but they weren’t saints. On the other hand, the exhibit’s titled “Character and Courage” and you sure can’t argue that any one of them lacked either.
Ok. Back to typing.
Photo courtesy of me. I took the picture on our visit to the Hall back two years ago, August 27, 2011.
Had a burger at the diner. But not an Alex Burger. Much as I would have liked winning a t-shirt, I could tell at a glance I was overmatched. Two pounds! Deep-fried bacon! I give! I give! Menu item. Broadway Lights Diner. Kingston, New York. Friday night. April 19, 2013.
Stopped in on the drive to Syracuse to order a sandwich for the road. Turkey and Roast Beef Combo on Rye with Russian and cole slaw, macaroni salad on the side. Gershon's. Schenectady, New York. Around five-thirty this afternoon. Tuesday. April 9, 2013.
Not exactly a spring-like morning here in Mannionville. 36 degrees and it’s not supposed to get much over 40. But it’s the fourth day in a row with sunshine. The snow from early in the week hasn’t melted away, but there are patches of grass here and there, and there’s nothing heavy predicted. Over in Massachusetts, though, things haven’t been near as mild. Winter just won’t give up. A friend of Uncle Merlin who lives on Cape Cod sent along this photo from yesterday morning. Orleans, MA. Friday. March 22, 2013.