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August 13, 2010


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Thanks for your what-the-hell decision to post this. I have a sharply etched equivalent: 1958, a newly-created Little League field shimmering in S. Georgia's July heat, and the PA system of an adjacent public pool blasting "Do You Wanna Dance?" as background to my baseball apprenticeship as an 8 year-old.


Literary Interlude from Netherland, which is excellent by the way:

We drove in rain to Red Hook, a rotten waterfront district of trucks, potholes, faded road markings, reckless pedestrians.

Claire K.

I'm not sure if it's sad or funny or both or what, that when I remember my own crisp fall evenings spent waiting in the car for my brother to finish soccer practice, the song I most immediately think of is Deadeye Dick's "New-Age Girl."


Lovely moment/photo; as soon as I saw it, the picture reminded me of a similar moment from my own younger days, a long, quiet, suburban road near my parents' house in Dublin where I liked to run at dusk, and where, just for a couple of minutes, I felt like the only person in the world, with a ghostly foghorn echoing from the harbour a few miles away. It was a complete illusion: on the other side of the wall along the road was a crowded housing estate but for some reason you couldn't hear a sound from inside.

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