From where I sitit doesn’t feel much like baseball,but its opening anthems playwhile the slushy remainsof a dark cold seasonseep into storm drains.This soaking rain, when will it ever end?Meanwhile, in distant stadiumshope has been born again.Somewhere where the sun is mocking us,people are basking in its warmth,gathered in grandstandsin short-sleeves and caps,cradling popcorn, pretzels,hotContinue reading “Opening Day”