Atlanta Braves at Texas Rangers, part I
As predicted, traffic slowed through Austin, Waco, and some other places. Bottlenecks.
Listened to the Friday night game on the radio, the Braves losing in their recent heart-breaking fashion. Watching scores from around the leagues, though, it was strange night for baseball. What’s more fun than anything else with baseball? Thoroughly unpredictable.
I’ve long since detailed
my affection for a previous location of Half-Price Books, so any extra time on foot in the Dallas area? Old haunts and older ghosts. A previous millennium of misspent youth. Wasn’t really misspent, just borderline legalities, statute of limitations is long gone. Nothing remains the same. However, imagine a bookstore with shopping carts for piles of
books.
The first night was an Atlanta route, and Saturday night was answer back, tied until the 9th, with Atlanta scraping a run across. Rangers tied it up, and then walked it off in the 10th.
The old freeway, can’t help but remember the older ghosts. Haunts and haunting, streaming towards Big D on a hot summer’s night.
The good old days: I was neither good nor old.
If only there was a guide?
