Bridge of Fog

The Bridge of Fog has no memory, It simply knocks out your periphery.

It’s been a lovely August here in the city by the bay (one of them) with more sunny days than one would expect from Fogust. This helps when I continue to make the city hikes a regular thing. That said, I love a good Fog blow; it keeps the skin moist.

The off-season from softball has been fairly quiet. I’m juggling a few pretty good books, but I can’t wait for the next great read. I don’t feel that I have that currently. However, I can recommend The Nix by Nathan Hill. It’s a story that follows a few generations of a family and jumps back and forth in time to tell each family member’s story. It was an interesting domino effect story-wise; how each of these characters made a choice, which affected their offspring and their relationship with them.

I’m continuing to plan for a softball tournament in New York City. The games happen on the first weekend of October. I’ll be there a few days early to visit my mother and squeeze in as much theatre as possible. It’s a crime that I still haven’t seen Hadestown. I need to get on that pronto.

It’s not an easy tournament to plan for because of the distance and the cost. Fortunately, there has been a core group from the beginning, pushing and excited for the event. In my mind, it will probably end up a tight roster, but that will be fine. We will play and go see some plays.

Play on Bridge of Fog play on.