I can still picture myself reading an article about the record breaker in a rain-damp 2-week old copy of Time magazine as I rode back to my apartment in Moscow. A couple tears dripped down on the paper, adding to the raindrops, as I rode in silence.
My kids and I were watching Saturday’s 2131 festivities and a wide shot of Camden Yards almost stretched to the upper deck seats where I sat with my dad and both grandfathers on that night. I was mid-sentence when my voice gave out. I could’ve used that Time magazine.
I can still picture myself reading an article about the record breaker in a rain-damp 2-week old copy of Time magazine as I rode back to my apartment in Moscow. A couple tears dripped down on the paper, adding to the raindrops, as I rode in silence.
My kids and I were watching Saturday’s 2131 festivities and a wide shot of Camden Yards almost stretched to the upper deck seats where I sat with my dad and both grandfathers on that night. I was mid-sentence when my voice gave out. I could’ve used that Time magazine.
I would’ve done the same.