SNYDERMANIA: I'm Baaaaack.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

I'm Baaaaack.

7 comments:

Momma Fargo said...: Yippee!; September 17, 2011 at 4:10 PM
Kavita Saharia said...: Welcome back.; September 17, 2011 at 8:21 PM
Guely of Sweden said...: It was about time, Snyder! I like the cover very much! It matches the theme.; September 18, 2011 at 12:26 AM
Rick Rivers said...: Welcome back Amigo. Kept checking your blog but no entries for a long time. Can you mail me a copy signed by the author!?; September 19, 2011 at 11:22 AM
#167 Dad said...: Yippee to you too, Momma!; September 19, 2011 at 8:40 PM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks, Kavita. Good to be back!; September 19, 2011 at 8:40 PM
Unknown said...: Welcome back, Snyder. The sweathogs have missed you.; September 26, 2011 at 4:48 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?