Memories

What makes you feel nostalgic?

A YouTube video of snow cascading outside a coffee shop with jazz pleasantly playing prompted «It’s a slow game, but it’s good« from Burt.

Lately, Burt will comment on a “movie” he feels he’s watching even with the TV off, so mention of the «game« didn’t throw me.

For me, that was a reminder, a jog to memories. Burt taught me baseball. That’s a slow game!

Baseball and the afternoons we spent at ballparks taught me to sit and wait. There would be excitement. A double play, a missed pop fly, a triple play… a perfect game.

Yes. Baseball is the perfect game. But you afficionados will join me in saying a perfect game is the pitcher’s triumph. We saw one of those; I believe it was Dave Cone who triumphed that day. After a long rain delay.

[My own delay just now was looking it up. July 1999. Yanks vs Montreal. My research also tells me this was only the 16th perfect game ever pitched.]

It’s New Year’s Eve, so I should wax nostalgic about all The Nutcracker ballets  we attended.

And I do. Ditto the several times Burt got us tickets for a play on NYE. How we enjoyed those despite the difficult logistics of getting home on that of all nights.

I mentioned before that we saw Audra McDonald at Lincoln Center in a New Year’s Eve concert.

We were goers, Burt and I, but it was he who initiated all these outings.

I miss that. I wonder if deep in there somewhere, Burt does too.