Ready for some fun with scanning? Here we go. I also have a little Halloween-photo retrospective coming up … but for now …<\/p>\n
It’s all Red Sox, all the time.<\/p>\n
I came across this picture of myself yesterday – during a fall-cleaning frenzy (I got waylaid in my photo albums – as is wont to happen). I’m holding our cat Widdy, it’s in our backyard, I am 10 years old. Maybe 9. So this is the mid to late 1970s. A time of darkness in Red Sox Nation. But what strikes me, of course, is my shirt. This is the young girl who used to get in fights with Andrew Wright about who would get to “be Carlton Fisk” when we re-enacted his famous home run. Of course Andrew usually won the fight, because he was a boy, and also because I deeply deeply <\/i>loved him. It didn’t rob my soul TOO much to let him win … because I loved him<\/a>, and really, what did it cost??<\/p>\n So I can’t help but think about this young girl in these oh so exciting days. I’m glad I came across her yesterday. I like the sense of a continuum. From her to me …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ready for some fun with scanning? Here we go. I also have a little Halloween-photo retrospective coming up … but for now … It’s all Red Sox, all the time. I came across this picture of myself yesterday – during … Continue reading