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Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Wiffle; or, The Prayer of David N. Mullany

O Deity Who Shapes Our Ends:
reshape this orb so, pitch'd, it bends.
'Twould make our land's, Divine Creator, 
greatest pastime even greater.
     Pair with balls You've thus begat
a lightweight hollow plastic bat.
This double play I pray of You
so dwell I might 'mongst well-to-do. 

Never Old, Due To War

I,  in 1942 ,  am born  (of all the luck!) a Jew.  The odds are  I shall not survive.  (Indeed, I die  in '45.)  Korea. Fall of '53....