Football in the dark

broderic on October 12, 2008

It’s only 9:00 PM, and we’re checking out the Wicked Woods at my nephew’s school. They say that there are ghosts there, but all I see is people in white sheets. There’s nothing wicked or evil here.

My nephew has one of those glow in the dark footballs. He wants to through it around by the Wicked Woods. He drags me to the school’s field which is only bathed in the ghosts lights from the Wicked Woods and the parking lot seventy-five yards away.

I can barely see the football, but we throw and throw and throw it across darkness to each other. One time I overthrow him and hit people in line for the ghosts maze. The kid throws a perfect spiral back to me. Thank god that we’re in the dark and no one can see my lame passes. My nephew can’t either.

We throw and throw and throw it to each other as the ghosts and goblins take the guests through the wicked woods.

Link of the Day [10.10.08]

broderic on October 10, 2008

I didn't see any of the debates. My blood pressure is borderline high
already. I didn't watch any of the news coverage of them as well. I
have no idea what any of the presidential candidates really plan to do
once elected. I could care less as my vote is for removing the
Republicans from office, any and all of them.http://www.thatone08.com/

Scenes from without coffee, 7 AM

broderic on October 10, 2008

"*&mumble-mumble&*," the counter girl said.It doesn't register. What? Let me go through the scenarios of what
they say here at Starbuck's when you're at the counter."Broderic." Yes, they usually ask for your name to write on your cup.The counter girl stares at me.I lean forward. "Uhh." What next? I already placed my order?"Grande white mocha?"The counter girl continues to stare.I now want to say, "What did you ask," but my mind is stuck. I need
that coffee."W-w-w-what did you say?""Morning," she states."Oh! Good morning." Thanks for telling me. Your blank stare doesn't
help. Your quiet voice didn't help.I repeat my order. "I guess I need the coffee more…" I manage to
stammer out. I guess I need coffee more this morning. How do I manage to drive to
work on the other days?

This is not my beautiful house

broderic on October 10, 2008

This is a good article on the problems with living in Owings Mills. It starts with the mall and with its steep decline into shopping irrelevancy so does the place as a place to live. The author gives a good detailed discussion about the metro problems and its disjointed place in this place.

They are starting to build the bridge next to me, and the field across the street has been laid bare. I wonder how things are going to look around here in a year or two. And can I ride my bike anymore?