Although we’ve come, to the end of the road…

Still I can’t let go. It’s unnatural! I belong to baseball; baseball belongs to meeeeeee….

(This post was written Monday morning)

Fear and Loathing in America’s Heartland has come to an end, as I sit here sipping Diet Coke and waiting to board the plane back to San Francisco. Guess who has to teach a class in Pleasant Hill in 15 hours? The guy who says to sleep when you’re dead (me). Let’s hope I can sleep on the plane this time. Continue reading “Although we’ve come, to the end of the road…”