Wednesday

Here are some pics from 3 and 4 in Beantown. They'll need to comment to give us full descriptions. The buildings are on the Freedom Trail, I think.

I had another scheduled health test today...an echo cardiogram...to confirm that my mitral valve prolapse leak is not any worse after the accident. I go to the doc for a follow-up next week for a report. At this point, I make no predictions. But I am feeling a bit better today. A few fewer drugs.

The circus in DC is absurd. The inmates are running the asylum.

I thought Craig Wilson's column referenced by AM was a fairly accurate assessment of modern, up-scale neighborhoods. Way too many lawyers and accountants (and brokers!). Way too few handymen. Farmers may have dirt under their fingernails, but I want a carpenter in my foxhole. A bottle of Tuscan red would be a bonus.

Have to cut this short to finish my picks. I need to do one for The Clan in my name, and one for the office pool for my pal Wally. Wally and I did these way back when. And we would even get to Vegas and argue about it!

Yesterday was RCL day. It remains one of my guilty pleasures to walk in to my place after she has been here to do her thing.

Enjoyed 1 and 1.1's comments from yesterday's question about the World Baseball Classic. While basketball has been my life's love, I can still go to a well-played baseball game, even a high school one, and not be bored. Hitting the deuce remains one of sport's mysteries.

And there was a very neat story on NBC.com or Yahoo, I think, about a disabled GI at last night's game who was welcomed into the club house after the game and given the hero's treatment. Even the pro players can't dismiss the differences in their lives of abundance and the true sacrifices that come from these heroes.

Thanks for reading.

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