Don't stop

When you stop doing things for fun
            you might as well be dead.

     Ernest Hemingway, True at First Light

 

 

 

 

 

 

All Souls' Day

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; 

        they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

                        Marcel Proust, Pleasures and Regrets

 

 

 

 

 

All Saints' Day

Don't call me a saint. 

    I don't want to be dismissed so easily.

                 Dorothy Day, By Little and By Little

 

 

 

 

The final word

Baseball can be summed up in one word — youneverknow.

             Joaquin Andujar, four-time MLB All Star

 

 

 

 

Poem: We're Human Beings

That's why we're here, said Julio Lugo
to the Globe. Sox fans booed
poor Lugo, booed his at-bat after
he dropped the ball in the pivotal fifth.

That ball, I got to it, I just
couldn't come up with it.

Lugo wants you to know
he is fast: a slower player
wouldn't even get close
enough to get booed. Lugo
wants you to know he's only
human: We're human beings.
That's why we're here. If not,

I would have wings.
I'd be beside God right now.
I'd be an angel.

But I'm not an angel.
I'm a human being that lives right here.

Next day, all
is forgiven. Lugo's home run, Lugo's
sweet comment to the press.

I wanted to make a poster like the ones that say
It's my birthday! or First Time at Fenway! or, pathetic, ESPN.
Posterboard, permanent marker to say Lugo: me, too.
I'm a human being that lives right here, decided
it's too esoteric, too ephemeral a reference, but it's true:
Oh, Lugo, Julio Lugo, I'm here with you.

                                            Jill McDonough