1. I’ve actually done this for fifty days.  Maybe not fifty consecutive days, but fifty days and that’s pretty amazing as I would have expected to do it for three before forgetting about it.
2. John Sterling.  His home run calls have become embarrassing – I’m thinking specifically of the one for Brian McCann, where he breaks out into song:  “McCann can, oh yes McCann can” – and I could do without him bellowing “Theeeee Yankees win” at the close of a 7-2 game in May against, say, the Mariners; but still:  he’s our guy and those affectations are the quirks of a beloved elderly grandparent (or I guess parent, at my age) and I’m going to miss them when he’s gone.
3. Dad just returned with bagels and donuts.  Correction:  no donuts, just bagels; things have changed….
4. Post-haircut and beard trim, sitting on a bench at a strip mall, enjoying a Diet Dr. Pepper and the Georgia summer shade, waiting for dad to pick me up after a car wash.
5. Uncle Ralph and Aunt Grace, the last surviving members of my grandfather’s generation; the tenderness Uncle Ralph showed helping Aunt Grace from her wheelchair to her walker in the garage as I pulled away after dropping them off after Kat’s wake:

Many thanks,

Mr