Connection v. isolation, plus my weekly shareables: A football mourning, Lucinda returns, and Picasso's secret dog
Steven Wright indeed has a unique angle on the world.
PS, I only know this because I used to work on the Myrtle Beach paper and saw his column, but Issac Bailey spells his first name in an unusually cool way.
You find the very best stories, powerfully told, T.
CTE is why I struggle with guilt every September - will this be the year I quit watching college football, knowing what the long-term effects of this sport can be on its young players?
Thanks for the Lucinda outpoint. Amazing piece on an amazing woman
You picked a good bridge for the photo. That's the Roberto Clemente bridge connecting downtown Pittsburgh to the two ball stadiums and the Andy Warhol Museum. When the Pirates are playing (and, I assume, the Steelers, too), the city shuts the bridge to motor traffic and the bridge becomes a pedestrian link to the downtown.
A great place to watch a game. Be sure to get seats on the third-base side.
Perfect timing, personally. The stuff of bridge building has surrounded me lately -- at work, at church, when volunteering. Altogether, the distance between others and me disappears. We're connected. Like you alluded to, our national problems are just that big. But I think if we, as individuals, do that bridge-building -- reaching out to an old friend, chancing a new one, embracing human differences -- then brick by brick that bridge builds itself. Thanks, Tommy.