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“(Baseball) is a game with a lot of waiting in it; it is a game with increasingly heightened anticipation of increasingly limited action”

October 12, 2013

The day is cloudy and fall cool. Later, I am going to put the storm door on the front. I hate to admit it, but the time has come. The days are only in the 60’s at best and the nights are even cooler. I put the comforter on my bed last night because I’ve been leaving the window open. The night air is sweet and still has a few summer sounds so I’ll enjoy it as long as I can.

The ALCS begins tonight. Our heroes play the kitties from Detroit. I get a chuckle out of some of the players on that team. Having an infielder named Fielder seems a bit much, especially a fielder of such girth. I always want to tell him to tuck in his shirt; slovenly is not fashionable even on the baseball field. What amazes me is that these two teams have never faced each other in a playoff but have played almost 2000 games against each other since the beginning of time. Fenway Park, voted the best park in baseball, was opened the same day and year as the Tiger’s park, now torn down. No sense of history in Detroit I suppose. I checked all the predictions and many favor the Kitties in a long series; the Sox are favored for a short series. That’s just the incentive the Sox need. Those bearded wonders love to beat the odds. After all, they came from last to first. Okay, I’ll admit Mr. V is the best pitcher, but the Sox got to him once and maybe are set to do it again. I wouldn’t bet against them. I suggest the Kitties adopt It’s Crying Time Again as their theme song. Go Red Sox!

My sister and I went to an Indian restaurant yesterday in Stoneham, where she still lives and where I grew up. The restaurant is at the site of what was The Children’s Corner. My sister’s memory of that is a bit hazy. She thought the store was in a different part of the square. Our table faced the street so I gave her a run-down of what used to be in the square. She was a bit amazed about the small restaurant, longer than it was wide, and the Spa with its lime rickeys, neither of which exist any more. She remembered Finnegan’s, a men’s store. Members of the same family were also morticians but out of the square, near all the churches. Later she went hunting on-line for a picture of the square and found one with the Children’s Corner and the old police booth. That was my up-town a long, long time ago.

“We used to build civilizations. Now we build shopping malls.”

April 9, 2010

The rain started gently this morning in a mist. It’s a quiet rain. If today were a summer day, I’d be on the deck under the umbrella.

Uptown was a special place when I was a kid. The square was always filled with people shopping. Old women, wearing dresses and hats and light coats in mostly dark colors, used to walk and pull their carts behind them. The carts were filled with packages wrapped in brown paper. Younger women pushed carriages or held their kids’ hands. I never remember seeing many fathers except at the barber shop and the Chinaman’s. Women shopped. Men did errands.

People stood under the theater marquee waiting for a bus. The buses were big and noisy, and their brakes always squealed when the drivers stopped. You could go to Medford Square and do some shopping or Sullivan Square to get the subway into Boston or Arlington Center through Winchester. The taxi stand was in front of Kennedy’s Market, but most people walked.

My favorite stop was the fish market. Even on the sidewalk I could still smell the fish, but I didn’t care. I use to lean my head against the window and watch the lobsters swimming in their pool. I could also see the fishmongers behind the counter. They wore dirty white aprons tied at the neck and waist, and they were always men. At Hank’s Bakery, the windows were filled with cookies and cupcakes and a pretty cake or two. It was always women who waited on you at Hank’s.

Where I live now has no square, no uptown. The stores are in a strip mall, and they are the same stores you find everywhere. The parking lot is always filled. Nobody walks. Everyone is always in a rush. I mostly go to the  supermarket. It has everything I need, but it has no character. It doesn’t even have windows.

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