The night before was so typical: the Giants, some surfing, a lot of data entry, long-term advance for the preview. Sounds a bit like last night. I rolled over at about 3:30 or so, maybe closer to 4, ready for an afternoon/evening workday, call Steve Stirling in Lake Placid for a first-day-of-camp update.
Things — as they sang about the same town 100 years earlier — have changed since those times. Because the next thing I remember is my father waking me from a weird nightmare at 10:30 to tell me what had happened in the previous two hours.
There is little to say that hasn’t been said in the five years — good gravy — since. Except that we have not forgotten, and we will never, ever forget.
If you haven’t heard it, Tom Paxton’s “The Bravest” is worth a spin today (or any other day). Download it from Paxton’s Web site. Apparently not online but also quite worth the seeking: Loudon Wainwright III’s “No Sure Way.”