My first batch of posting these letters are from the time before John and Abigail Adams got married.
This second batch unfurling below you take us up to 1776 – through the tumultuous years of the Stamp Act, the Boston Tea Party, the Boston Port Act, the First and Second Continental Congress … You’ll want to start at the bottom and read up (chronological backwards posting…)
I know I have just WAY bumped David’s post way off the page – sorry David!
Red Sox. Tonight. Cowboy Up, dammit.
John Kerry threw a wild pitch. I wonder if that’s an omen. ;-)
It’s the bottom of the sixth Sox up 7 to 2 and John Kerry is still at the game, mugging. Why, God? Why do you so punish me?
When the sportscasters basically stopped covering the game for a whole inning to interview Kerry, mostly about baseball, I seriously thought I was going to puke.
I can sum up the interview if you like: John Kerry says he loves baseball. This makes him the best candidate for President. Goodnight.
At least he said he was against the DH. But then, that’s hardly stepping out on a limb. He didn’t have the balls to take a position on Pete Rose.
It wasn’t as pathetic as taking the time out of a damn game to interview ERIK ESTRADA. Don’t even TRY.
Dearest: Life is good! The next president of the US speaking eloquently on our national pastime [not counting, of course, football]and the Sox crushing the damn yankees on the same program. Go Sox, Go Kerry? love, dad
Unfortunately, Dad, I just listened to the game on the radio – so I spent most of my time just visualizing what was going on. It was, again, a bit of a nail-biter. That first inning felt like it went on FOREVERRRRRRRRRRR
Oh, and Dad – check out the John and Abigial mania I posted below. It’s for you and Mum. And the memory of Pop, too, I suppose.