Dear Dad:
I hope things are going well in the afterlife. I imagine that its more complicated where you are than the Judeo-Christian tradition supposes. My guess is that even if you’re in Heaven its set up so everybody has to go to Hell at least once a week just to refill the gall dispensers. I’m guessing that’s your job since when you were alive you never saw the Red Sox beat the Yankees in a playoff or win the World Series. You had a lifetime of gall and also plenty of wormwood.
I thought of you when Kevin Youkilis hit a walk off home run last night to beat the boys from the Bronx at Fenway. I hope you were hanging out with Old Joe Wood and Ted Williams and watching the game on Elect TV.
Do you remember the night we went to see “Field of Dreams” at that sticky little porno theater in Geneva, New York? As I recall we were both moved gently to tears by the idea that there is a Kairos to baseball. Eternity and teamwork are the signatures of every moment in this most mystical of games.
Accordingly even the rich can’t ruin it.
By the way, how’s Kurt Vonnegut doing? Does he get to smoke Pall Malls behind a cloud shaped like Indiana?
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 
Moving post, Steve. As usual.
Your post made me think … what a neat thought it is that maybe when you get to heaven you suddenly become aware of people you’ve never even heard of. Get to know them and appreciate them for who and what they are.
I love the thought that maybe my stepfather’s been talking to Vonnegut these last few months. I’d love to be a fly on the wall for that! (Are there walls in heaven? And for that matter, are there flies?)
Now I have this great image of the two of them talking. Thanks for that!
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