Aww, my boy wrote an article! It needs some work; I'll have to offer up my skills as an editor, I guess. But he's a baseball player, not a writer, so I'm not going to critique, other than to point out that for some reason it has that his father's name is "Robert" when it's actually "Michael." Bizarre. (Oh, and feel free to try to win an autographed, game-worn jersey for me!)
You can tell the summer is drawing to a close, as once again the Washington Post is getting overrun with articles about the Redskins. Argh.
This part of the month of August always makes me think of Spotlight, though, as it's this time that we always had our performances (for some reason the dates August 6-11 spring to mind, which I think were the performance dates for Barnum). Man, I miss those days. Of course, the last summer performance I was in was 11 (!) years ago. Frightening. Stupid time passing.
Current song in my head:
"What Do You Do With a B.A. In English?/It Sucks To Be Me" from Avenue Q