Oh, dear. The baseball game was quite dismal. Our team played badly, and was beaten by a wide margin. The highlight was the popcorn chicken. Perhaps my husband and I had better stay at home for good luck. We only bring the bad when we are there in person. I'll have to content myself with reading about it in the newspaper.
I finished a very good mystery yesterday called Very Bad Men. I'm going to search for his other book - Hogan is his name. It was intricately plotted and fascinating, with vivid characters and locales. It's mainly set in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Now I'm reading a mystery set in India. Very different.
I'm going to see 'The Life and Times of Chogyam Trungpa" today. I'm curious about it and it's a couple of blocks away from me. I met him many years ago when I was in grad school, as the whole Naropa crew used to come to readings at the university, and were famous for eating all the food and drinking all the wine. I thought they were bizarre at the time, but now I kind of wish I'd gone to Naropa and at least heard some of the dharma talks. I just did not have a good first impression. Drunks are not my cup of tea. But I enjoy his writings, and he must have been quite a complex person.
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