With apologies to Noel Coward for co-opting
his song title. We, along with mad dogs and Englishmen were out not
only in the mid-day sun, but the late-morning sun, the early afternoon sun,
and the late evening sun.
It sounded like such a logical, fun thing to
do when I first suggested flying to Boston to see Paragon Park.
We would see the show and then, if Jeri could get tickets, we would go to a
Red Sox game. Walt loves going to Fenway Park and I'd never been
there.
I didn't stop to think: baseball.
open park. Boston. August.
But Jeri got tickets and off we went this
morning, after a delicious healthy breakfast, during which Jeri read us the
comics, which she does for Phil all the time.
The trip to the stadium starts with a 3-4
block walk from here to the bus. It was warm and muggy, but
surprisingly not bad. We got on the air conditioned bus, which was the
best part.
As you can see, Walt is wearing his red
Berklee College of Music baseball hat. I am carrying my rolled up
floppy hat from China. I've always wanted a baseball hat, but have not
been able to find one to fit my big head.
We got off the bus and started walking to the
stadium, which Jeri said was about a 10 block walk, but that we had an hour
to get there, so could take it slow (she remembers shepherding me around
France and Italy!).
We stopped mid-way for an iced coffee and
while we were sitting at a table sipping, I noticed her baseball cap, which
didn't have that plastic hole-and-tip thingy that most baseball caps have,
it had something that looked like Velcro. I took it from her, adjusted
it to make it larger and...by golly...it fit me!
Jeri was thrilled, gave me the hat, and said
she had another one in her office, just a block away. She went and got
her hat and told me I could keep the one I had taken off her head (it also
has a bit of history to it. There is a tiny splotch of purple paint on
the brim, which is from her stint working on a Habitat for Humanity house in
New Orleans).
I am thrilled with my new hat.
We continued on toward the stadium, passing
the "fen" in "Fen-way" park. I always thought it was for some guy
named Mr. Fenway, but no...it's the fen that runs right past the park.
(fen: low land that is
covered wholly or partly with water unless artificially drained and that
usually has peaty alkaline soil and characteristic flora)
Shortly after, we came to the park itself.
We had box seats, a ways down from first base
and out in the open. The announcer said that the official temperature
at the park today was 86 degrees. We had no shade.
I wondered how it was going to go, but
really, it wasn't as bad as I expected thanks to this...
Big heavy black clouds rolled across the sky
all afternoon, bringing a cool breeze and the threat of rain (but never more
than a couple of drops). After they passed through it was hot again,
but not unbearable.
I couldn't see a lot of the game because we
were so far away and there were so many people in front of me, but as the
day progressed more people left and I got the see the last part of the game,
which was the best part anyway. In the end...
Beat Minnesota 6-4. That's a good day.
We came home to wait for Jeri, who had left
early to go to rehearsal for a Berklee concert tomorrow (we are going), and
then out to Doyle's pub for dinner. Now we are all exhausted and it's
time to sleep!
All in all, a really good, fun day.
Dinner at Doyle's
4 comments:
No picture of the Green Monster??
Only the last photo showed up on Airy Persiflage this morning. Maybe the others will later. I'll check back. Glad you found a hat - and it wasn't too hot.
I don't know why, Mary...they are all there for me and no reason why they should have a problem.
They're there now. Love the hat.
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