(I actually typed the word no for the word know over there on the right; fortunately, O’C caught it. Jeesh. I do need that vacation. 17 days, 2 hours, according to the widget. And who else do you know who starts talking with parentheses?)
Today’s bracket is Classic 60s. This one should stop the thoughtful Baby Boomer dead in the proverbial tracks. Henceforth new brackets will be listed in the appropriate place on the right. (You’ve got to pay attention to the sidebars around here, bub. We can’t fit everything right up front.)
For those who wonder (and who doesn’t), Nostrum is continuing apace. They’ve been coming out pretty regularly every week, and I even seem to have a listener (in addition to legendary Sailor LPW—who wouldn’t be legendary with a nickname like that?—who confuses the topic in Nostrum with the topic in real life). If Jules and the Nostrumite and I can change just one life (other than LPW’s), our work on this planet will be done.
This weekend will be the New York State championships. To put it mildly, I have discussed NYSFL at some length here, so I won’t bother to do so again. I could not talk our three qualified novices out of it, and I wish them well. The high point will no doubt be their visit to the fish shack (there’s this great fried fish place right off Wolf Road), which is where I’ve always stopped for lunch on Friday. Tonight the three Staters will be chezzing it up one last time. After that, oh NYSFL, dibattiti te salutamus. (If that’s even close to the correct Latin, it’ll be a miracle.)
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