i_am_alright_i_just_cant_get_home_tonight Anna_Began The image struck me at the time but it wasn't until later that I realized how truly and deeply it had seared itself upon my soul. Two brothers trotting from the infield, reaching the dugout, tapping their gloves in a manner of recognition. Similarities, differences, about a three inch variation in height all around and a slight shift by one base to the right. I had an unfinished piece in a notebook right behind me sitting under my bottle of water, already aware of how alike my life has become. No matter how I squinted, I never truly believed I'd end up in this position, right behind home plate, going to bed at night next to the man that went 2 for 2. No matter how well things seem to fit at certain points, I wake up each morning and find them to settle on me just a little bit better. Her voice hard to understand but so sweet, so miraculous, even from eight hundred miles away. Got a mother and father and angel in Baltimore, Jack; I got in a Uhaul and never went back. It's funny, with all the rocks I've turned over in the past couple of years, I never expected to find all of the stuff I've known I was looking for under this one. I still wonder why there are fabulous songs playing in Maryland right now that no one here has ever even heard of. There are images that will never leave me: a Grandmother toddling, nearly, into a room with abandon and concern and pride; the view from left field, always; her smile; two brothers, taking infield practice. And that last one, again, here in my life now. It is spring again. 040423 what's it to you? who go blather from