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In The BURGH, Baby!
Crappy resolution, but you get the idea.
Yeah, the Pirates got their asses handed to them by the visiting Brewers, but whatever. It was a perfect night to be at the ballpark & PNC Park in Pittsburgh is a true gem.
Now, I am not a bonified true-blue baseball fan, but I grew up going to loads of Pirate games at Three Rivers Stadium with my best friend Amy. Her dad, Nellie King, was the announcer for the Bucs along with 'The Gunner' Bob Prince. Amy & I would run around Three Rivers, eat a bunch of crap, try to make each other laugh in the announcer's booth (& then be asked to leave), sneak around into areas that where we were not supposed to be, and generally terrorize everyone. Oh yeah, & watch some Bucco baseball. I have very fond memories of that time in my life, so going to a ball game with Amy last night was a special treat. Before we went to the park, we drove out to visit Mr. King. I haven't seen the Big Guy in many years. He is one of a kind & I love him. I don't have the words to convey the depth of my emotions, but yesterday was great.
Here's a brilliant explanation of the subprime clusterfuck that even a 3rd grader could follow.
It's also quite humorous, in that extremely nauseating kind of way.
but I swear I did not know this: My Mother's Father's Father's Mother was from Dublin, Ireland. She married a man named Goings & they lived next door to the Comings. He was in the import export business. I know. It sounds like the beginning of a corny joke. But this was told to me tonight by my mom.
Now, mom is enjoying the early stages of dementia, so is any of this fact-based? I don't know. Because, honestly, I don't ever remember her telling me this. I thought all my ancestry was English. But now I learn I have some distant Irish blood in me. Or maybe she has told me this several times throughout my lifetime & since I too have been enjoying my own version of dementia I just have no memory of it.
Now, according to mom, her Father's Father was a real crass son-of-a-bitch, who's family gave him $100K to LEAVE the country (the country being England). So he moved his wife & 7 kids! to America.
My flight down to see mom was the worst flight I've ever been on in my life. It was ridiculously turbulent. They had us in a holding pattern over Philly for over an hour while the winter storm kicked our collective asses all over the not-so-friendly skies. It was insane. I took 1/2 a xanax & listened to the guy behind me throw-up! Then some woman 3 rows up threw-up. It was super. By the time I got to Greensboro I didn't even care that they had left my bag in Philly. Really. I wasn't mad at all. I was like "of course it's in Philly. But you know what? I didn't die in a fiery plane crash, so whatever. bring it by the hotel when you get it & god bless."
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We'll end & begin with Namaste
A greeting, a prayer, an acknowledgment that all things are sacred.
I honor the place in you
where the entire universe resides
I honor the place in you
of love, of light, of truth, of peace.
I honor the place in you where,
If you are in that place in you
And I am in that place in me,
There is only one of us