I stumbled out of the gate here on sabbatical. I left the power chord to my laptop in Dallas, and had used all my power on the airplane here. My cell phone (which I charge through my laptop) also went dead later last night. Perhaps this all happened as a part of God’s plan. Because productivity was limited to reading, thinking, and hand-writing (which I only do when I have to sign my name), I decided to do it at Shea Stadium.
Baseball frees the mind.