Waiting at the bus stop, admiring the blackberries
I took the bus downtown last night to meet Jer. After drinks with his coworkers we headed over to the stadium to watch the Mariners play. I always feel like an interloper at events like this, particularly with baseball. I try to understand what's going on, who's doing what and why, and I'm lost.
I keep trying though. I'm stubborn like that.
Yesterday I submitted a story and received a rejection, unrelated to the submission. One step forward, one step back.