The Pope’s Balls, Nagel’s Bats, Barthes, Baldwin, and other pleasures
I’ve been head-down on a complicated piece of writing this week; an enormous pleasure, but it steals you away. Forgive the quiet. Below is what broke through. The week’s upper-deck shot was hit by Joe Posnanski: In the car that day, I finally figured it out … finally figured out what kept Dad going through […]
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