A Big Old Bunch Of Mostly Unrelated Photographs

No other reason than I felt like posting something before next week and I had all of these various shots sitting in a folder on my computer, so here you go.

The above is a photo I took of Smith Field in Brighton. It is the morning of my final softball game in the Sunday league. I was the first one down to the field, as usual, and I wasn't really sure if we'd get to play. The field was very wet from the previous night's rain. Notice the batter's boxes, both of which are basically quicksand at this point. I groomed them a bit with dry sand and such, and then I also dragged that soccer net by second base off of the field before anyone else arrived. Not shown: The two other soccer nets that were in left and center field. I dragged those off, too. I got a pretty good workout before the actual game.


Following the game, I took a couple of shots of some teammates. This is Eric Benoit on the left and Fred Goodman on the right. Do you think that maybe, possibly, Eric has had a few beers in his life? Both really good teammates, in any case. I've been blessed with many.

Next up, we have a series of pictures of Jim Sheehy, Jake Sheehy, and myself, wearing funny hats.





Jim and Jake are the altogether brilliant children of Valerie and Jack Sheehy, good friends of MY WIFE and myself. These shots were taken by someone other than me, obviously, at the end of a wonderful evening at their house. Jim and Jake pretty much consider me to be a peer, and not an adult, which I take as an extremely high compliment.

Keeping with the theme of funny hats, here's a whole slew of people from my office, all wearing the same hat.




As you might have guessed, this happened during the holidays. Why? Because we have a fun office, that's why. As further proof, I offer this photo of my production ally, Dan, gleefully whacking me on the head with a hammer.


Finally, we have this shot of me in the garden at Prescott Park, wistfully gazing out towards Portsmouth Harbor.


Welllllllll, I'm supposed to be looking wistful. That's what MY WIFE said. She said, "Jim, look wistfully towards the harbor." Personally, I think I look more as though I've seen Godzilla rising from the depths. Or maybe it's just gas.

And that's that. If I could give you back the previous five minutes of your life, I would. Thanks for your indulgence, as always, and I'll see you next week.

Oh, what the hell. Here's something truly worth looking at. It's Dan's daughter, Birdie, in her Celtics cheerleading outfit. Go, Celts!