I took a solo journey this afternoon on my Brother-in-Law's bike to Irondequoit Bay, the destination from the night before, as the Mets' Bay helped seal the sweep over the Fish. A beautiful view I will speak of soon that was only enhanced by the awesome baseball being played by the Mets.
For now, celebrate the work you all do. Have a wonderful Labor Day.
Viva La Bay.
LET'S.
GO. METS.
(Remember this guy?! The first concert I ever went to in my adult life was a Rusted Root concert in 2003 at Irving Plaza. But my first concert ever was a Raffi concert. Somewhere in Virginia, probably at the Landmark Theater in Richmond. Probably in the 80's.)
I'm driving up to Rochester with my dad for the holiday to visit my sister and her family (just to make it clear, I have 3 older sisters on my dad's side and the younger sis who you've seen on this blog on my mom's side.)
Every once in a while, my dad will email me photos of myself in my former fandom with the subject line, "NEVER FORGET!!!" I thought I'd share a couple of those photos today.
I was 14 and we were both visiting Cooperstown for the first time in our lives. Here, we were at one of those novelty places along the main strip where you can dress up and pose in retro jerseys (and I mean seriously retro. Those were 100% wool. I never understood why anyone EVER played baseball in the dead of summer in wool.)
Man, I was a skinny, awkward kid (I have kept the awkward, whereas I have left the overly skinny and the navy pinstripes behind.) This is my dad's favorite. He keeps the photo in a frame next to his kitchen sink upstate. I like the Brooklyn Bridge part...
No offense to my dad, but I certainly think I look snazzier in the Orange and Blue.
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