Where were they going without ever knowing the way

talking about death, and fastball

I’m aware that this newsletter is often a bit sad, morose or tender, or whatever euphemism we want to use as suitable replacement for kind of depressing. I am all too familiar with the unfortunate downside of being like this. I just, in all fairness, never think I’m being terribly sad. I think I am processing things out loud, often the best way that I k…