I was out of town again tonight and my son had another home run. There must be some magical combination of my absence and his ability to really hit the ball hard (although he told me this one hit the fence and bounced off– he just got lucky). Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to win the game. They were down too many runs. I told him to do it again on Friday, since I’ll still be on my way home when he has another baseball game. I’m still hoping to see one in person, though…
I struggled with the Internet connection in my room tonight. The front desk clerk sent up their technical person. I pictured a white guy with a pocket protector, glasses and a crew cut. He turned out to be a black man wearing a navy jumpsuit speckled with white paint and speaking English with a thick accent. He got it working, though. He pulled a spare Ethernet cable out of a pocket in his jumpsuit and when that didn’t work, he called Wayport, who jacked something on their end to get the line to work. I could tell they had trouble understanding him too, since he repeated the name of the hotel and my room number several times. Made me feel less guilty that I could hardly understand a word he said. As long as I have my Internet fix, I’m happy.
