In this photo, I really thought that Manny was actually Johnny. The angle, the new hair, the beard. Wacky. It was one of those double-take type of moments. Well, it really couldn't have been Damon, anyway, since he's having shoulder problems. This is what happens when you fly too close to the sun, my boy. It's just a matter of time before the inflata-boob wife leaves you and makes off with your cash. As Cosmo Castorini says in Moonstruck, "She'll have your eyes open for you, my friend."
Congratulations to Francona on the contract extension. I love watching Tito go ape shit during games. The crazy rocking back and forth, the enormous wad of big league chew in his mouth. Classic skipper. Glad to have you for a few more seasons.
Last night, I had the pleasure of sitting in a historic commission meeting. You see, the Salem property is going up for sale soon, and in order to get it "ready," four windows need to be replaced on the top floor. No big deal, right? Well, it is a big deal if you live in a historic district and your 1775 home is registered. I have never experienced anything like this in my life. I attended with my contractor who lugged not one, not two, but three sample windows up to the third level of the building (where the meeting was held) plus a sample of the sill. The windows that we were hoping to replace the existing ones with were identical-looking from the street level, but much more energy efficient. We were fourth on the agenda, which translates to waiting two long and anxiety-ridden hours before it was our turn. The first few people were really scrutinized. Everything was put under a microscope. What were their motivations to replace their front door or widen their entranceway by four inches? Polaroid pictures were passed around and studied. Architectural plans were rolled out. Considerations were made. Some people walked away happy. Others, not so much. I fall into the latter category. Even though the case was pretty straightforward, a motion was made to explore window restoration rather than replacement. And this motion was unanimously voted on by everyone on the board. At various points in each case, one of the board members asks all the attendees if they have any questions or commentary. As if the environment wasn't intense enough, a man in a three piece suit showed up and sat in the back, taking in every detail of each case. When asked if we had anything to add, he stood up like some kind of prosecutor, explaining that the board should be looking at things from a different perspective. I sort of guessed that he was a resident in the historic district and wanted to make sure that he, too, was doing his part to preserve the integrity of the homes. In other words: He was there for his own amusement. This really stunned me since every second of the two point five hours of the meeting, I was sick with panic. So, long story, short (too late), I have to call the window restoration person.
One other quick note - I have become obsessed with the new reality show Black.White. I will devote an entire post to this soon, as I have a lot to say about it. For now, I will just say that I think it's one of the most important television shows to air in a long time.