Fishing, Fenway and all that Jazz

Yesterday I took a break from Blogging to remind myself that there is a "Real
World" out there somewhere. Bobbing
on the Atlantic off Nahant at dawn
after the delicious, elusive "stripers", baking in the bleachers
of Fenway
watching Pedro pitch an afternoon start against the hapless Tigres,
and mooning over Marta Gomez latin jazz at the Regatta Bar, I overdosed on
reality (and sun) and have hastily retreated to my air-conditioned corner of
cyberspace….