I finally have a new laptop. I went several years without buying one because The Eagle supplies computers for us to take on the road. Not good computers and certainly not up-to-date computers. But they are computers.
I wanted to enter the 21st century, so I went and got my own last week. It’s what I’m using now to update my blog and boy, is this fun. I now have wireless capability inside my house and so I’m sitting in my favorite chair with my computer literally on my lap as I write this.
Isn’t life great?
My son has been in Atlanta for nearly four weeks now and I have become a regular reader of Braves.com, the website where his work is displayed.
I’m his father, OK, but the kid is doing a really good job. He knows baseball and, in his writing, it shows. He eats and sleeps the game, much the way I do but probably to an even greater extent.
It’s been strange not having him around but this internship with MLB.com is a great thing and he’s taking advantage of it by doing a really good job. Maybe he’ll post here and tell us about some of his experiences so far. Right, Jeff?
Count me as one who was not on board with the ending to The Sopranos. Some of my friends appreciate the ambiguity and the "art" of the final scene. I thought it was gimmicky, manipulative and totally unsatisfying.
I need things spelled out for me. My imagination can go in a thousand different ways as to what happened after the screen went blank. I understand how the freedom to interpret is appealing to some people. But I wanted a black-and-white ending for The Sopranos, preferably one with some gunfire.
Even with my disappointment, this will go down as one of my all-time favorite television shows. Sunday nights won’t be the same. My anticipation for the finale was as high as for any show I can remember wanting to watch. That’s probably why, more than two days later, I still feel disappointed.