Words from above

Here is yet more proof that God speaks through chalk talk. This is not my handwriting, nor is it one of my classrooms at Keene State College. Instead, it’s a random reminder that at least some folks at Keene State, which enrolls a lot of Yankees fans from Connecticut, have the proper baseball allegiances.

On Friday, the midges of Cleveland vividly illustrated how much God hates the Yankees. This afternoon, J and I will be hunkered in front of the TV for a good ol’ New England sports marathon, cheering the Patriots at 1:00, the Red Sox at 3:00, and the Indians, who are poised to sweep those damn Yankees, at 6:30. Go team, with or without divine intervention.

 

You are here

Today’s image is a kind of follow-up to this graffiti-based post. I find it perversely comforting to know that at any moment when I’ve lost my way, a nearby brick might remind me of my true station in the Universe. Surely you’ve been there, too?

 

Just another graffito

 

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“Most people don’t take snapshots of the little things. The used Band-Aid, the guy at the gas station, the wasp on the Jell-O. But these are the things that make up the true picture of our lives.”

–Robin Williams as Sy “the Photo Guy” Parrish, One Hour Photo