A great two days in the Bay Area. Two Giants games! I went to Friday night's game with Heather, whom I met back in May on BART on the way to another game. After exchanging numerous e-mails these past few months, we finally spent some "face time" together, talking baseball, learning a bit about each other's lives. (In addition to baseball in general and the Giants in particular, Heather's two big passions are cowboys and gardening; her landscaping business is called "Buckaroo Gardening." She has tons of cowboy-obelia; check out this lamp . . .
We had a great time at the game, the only downside being the Giants' meltdown in the 8th inning, leading to a loss. Should have known something weird would happen with a moon like this one . . .
Saturday, another game, this one with Pica and Numenius, and this time got a win. Waiting for the ferry to take us back to Vallejo and home, ran into John and Jim, two friends with whom I went to a Giants game years ago, back in Candlestick days; that day, we'd taken the ferry from Jack London Square. Stood out on deck with them, in the wind and the salt spray, til we arrived in Vallejo.
Gathering my gear back downstairs and about to disembark, a woman approached me. "Are you Barbara? I'm Wendy Hammond." Wendy Hammond?! Holy cow. Wendy and I worked together a good 35 years ago in Shields Library, and I probably haven't seen her in 30 of those years. Funny thing is, I was looking for her on Facebook not a week ago. True story, cross my heart. I have no idea how these things happen, but that they do is certain sure.
Good friends, good baseball, good times, good memories. I feel pretty darned lucky.
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