Old-Timers Game
On saturday a cadre of some hot and some lukewarm baseball fans went to an old-timers game in Fort Lauderdale, at the stadium where the Oriole’s do their winter training. Henry took the blurry ones:
Kramer’s new photo face.
See?
Comestible
Audible
Lacking in hair
Henry and Helen B. Helen has Henry figured out.
Last night Kramer, V, T and I went down to Miami Beach to hear Bill Frisell play, and upon arriving discovered that Kramer’s pal had four tickets indeed, one each for he and his wife and two extra. We cheerfully sent V and T inside to see the show and we went for a stroll near the 71st St. causeway, stopping for 1.)gelato 2.)french fries, and 3.) pizza, in that order, the last two at the same Argentine-owned pizzeria. In-depth discussions of W.C. Fields’ greatest filmed moments resulted in dirty looks from some other patrons while one o the other of us tried to catch our breath.
See here for lost breath: