Sunday, May 01, 2016
I've got one in the Boston Herald today. It concerns life, death and softball.
It's not one of my funny ones. I consider some of the ways friendships develop and some of the ways they fail to do so. Mostly, I think it's a reflection on my own shortcomings.
Part of it is worded as though it will take place in the future, but that part actually happened on Thursday night. I did not run into any of the folks I thought I might, so my conjecture concerning those events remained basically unproven.
(Sorry if this sounds vague. I think the overall story I tell is truthful but, as I say, the fault is probably mostly mine and I hope I haven't given the impression that it is the fault of anyone else. At the least, I could change things in the future. I hope I do, at least as much as able without making anyone else uncomfortable.)
Well, that was a bunch of... something. If you read the piece, you may understand more.
Thanks for coming here, in any case!
Soon, with (I am hopeful) more better stuff.