A year later it still doesn’t seem real. But we all saw it happen. We all know it happened. I work on the 20th floor of a building that overlooks the airport in one of the more prominent military towns in the country. The flags on the rooftops of surrounding buildings are all at half-mast. Things have changed in our corner of the world. We’ve lost a great many of the people that make this nation what it is. And yet, here we are, still doing our thing, still making it happen. Just like we have every other time we’ve been confronted with adversity. It’s pretty awesome when you think about it.

Remember the events of September 11 in whatever way you deem appropriate. But remember them. Always.

Oh Yeah, Baseball

I don’t know which is worse: that someone came up with the idea of a Junior Felix, Felix Jose, Jose Cruz Junior outfield or that I’m bummed it wasn’t me.

The Storm beat San Bernardino, 10-5, to take the series. The glamorous life of a minor-leaguer: Play a game in front of 1600 people, finish up a little after 10 PM, pack up and make the 1 hour bus trip back home. Leave Elsinore 7 AM the following morning, make the 7 1/2 hour bus trip to Stockton, play another game at 7 PM.

That’s all for now. More later…