⚾️ You probably have one or two games you consider the best ever for your team. But exactly one decade ago tonight was the greatest night in Major League Baseball.

The opening to the new season of Bake Off was really quite something.

I’m watching Space Jam for probably the first time since it came out, and friends, however weird you remember this film to be, I guarantee your memory is not doing it justice.

19 years ago, my first story for the Indiana Daily Student was published on the front page. It’s not great. But you can read it here. (CMS changes mean it no longer has my byline, but I have photographic proof)

Turns out a chainsaw makes processing firewood much easier.

In a scene somewhat reminiscent of turning on the lights and playing a final song when closing down a bar, my grandmother’s visitation this afternoon ended with a rousing rendition of Steve Goodman’s Go Cubs Go.

Cleaning out the house after my grandmother died a few days ago, my mom and aunts discovered she was in a play in high school. I was amused to find this Indiana humor (“Mama’s Baby Boy” written by Charles George in 1933, performed in 1953, also in small-town Indiana).

Cardinals baseball on the radio, wafts of a high school football game in the distance, a crackling bonfire, cicadas and crickets. It’s the late summer Friday evening soundtrack of St. Louis.

Cardinals’ offense shows up for Waino and Yadi’s night. #stlcards

🍳🌽🍞🌶🍋 Next cast-iron experiment: jalapeño-lime cornbread.