A big, big happy birthday to my dad, who is as responsible as anyone for my love for baseball, my passion for music and at least some of my more bizarre personality quirks.
I hope it’s a stupendously happy day that includes good music on the stereo, good food either at home or out, good friends, good wine or scotch and a win for your Dodgers. I just wish I could be there. But we’ll be thinking of you all day.
(now playing on the iPod: Uncle Tupelo, 89/93 anthology)