Tuesday, August 19, 2008


There wasn’t much to talk about this morning. That silence made things uncomfortable for the guys gathered around Juan Carlos’s coffee cart.

Everyone was still thinking about Ronney Vargas’s senseless death. They thought about the grief of his father and the rest of his family. And they hoped that no one else would be shot in the streets.

That hope vanished quickly because they’ve all been around long enough to know that nothing ever changes around here.

So thoughts drifted to their baseball team. The Yankees have always brought real hope to a lot of people that don’t have much. They will watch televisions or listen to radios and believe that the guys can brighten a dark night in Toronto.

Then maybe tomorrow there will be a little more hope and something to talk about, too.


Ron W. said...

I was sorry to read about the death of that boxer on your blog yesterday. Very sad and tragic. I hope the Yankees win and lift some spirits tonight.

JoeyBoy said...

Whoa, it sounds like everyone needs a pick me up.

Larry Jaffe said...

Dear Todd,

My love to the people of the Bronx where I was born and in heart and spirit remain. I wish others could understand what the Yanks mean to folks and how it helps them dream.


Todd Drew said...

Home is always home. I think Robert Frost had the best line: “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”