They’re having a rising season thus far, as the Boston Red Sox keep trundling along, and they have a series of home games in early June, the typical time Skip and I make our way to Boston for our annual BroSox Adventures. This year we are trying to resume the tradition after a year off when the world fell to pieces. There is much to catch up on – not just the changes the have come over Boston, but the deeper changes that a few quick meet-ups over the last year could never recapture.
Much like my upcoming anniversary weekend with Andy, I’m not making detailed itineraries – this is no time to tempt the fates. Instead, a more general announcement will go out, because I’m finally feeling a genuine sense of hope and happy gatherings on the vaccinated horizon.
That’s how this Sunday is vibing for me – hope and happiness and looking to the horizon. Even as the rains come – and we are badly in need of them – there are plans set not in stone, but in the wisps of Palo Santo smoke. Go Red Sox – we’re coming back, and it’s going to be a whole new ball game.
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