What can I tell you? It’s been a busy time. I spent the last week just trying to learn what it’s like to be back at home. The cell phone finally stopped ringing and I grew accustomed to the milder burble of the land-line. Last night I whipped up a batch of sweet-and-sour from scratch. I’m writing this on Friday morning at a computer desk so cluttered that I wonder whether there isn’t an original of the Magna Carta somewhere at the bottom of it all, and I’m thinking as much about baseball as I am about music, and I’m flat-out thrilled just to be here.
