Monthly Archives: March 2011

The Starbucks in the Sandpearl on Clearwater Beach is pretty, nestled in the gorgeous resort that it is, but it can’t hold a candle to the efficiency of the real Starbucks store in downtown Clearwater.  I consider myself a Starbucks … Continue reading →

Scary moment at Bright House Field this afternoon when Shane Victorino’s face met Raul Ibanez’ shoulder at full tilt.  The Flyin’ Hawaiian was temporarily grounded.  Sprawled in fact, laid out as if he was knocked out for a moment. My … Continue reading →

Last night was Supermoon, which comes as infrequently as a blue moon, unlike March Madness and the festival of Purim which coincide cyclically each year, only in America.  March madness has one of its sites in Tampa, always giving the … Continue reading →

James Benjamin “Tuffy” Gosewisch was born in Freeport, Illinois on August 17, 1983, and drafted by the Phils 22 years later in the 11th round of the MLB Amateur Draft.  He isn’t a big guy by today’s standards, listed at … Continue reading →

It’s a mannequin, dummy.  And the missing word after the Irish shamrock rhymes with lass.  But you knew that already.  🙂  This morning the streets of Clearwater Beach were quiet not only due to the later rising sun, but to … Continue reading →

They say that everybody’s Irish on St. Patty’s Day, and the spirit at the ballpark on March 17 certainly makes it easy to believe.  Before heading out to Bright House we made sure to give our favorite patient Peggy Carr … Continue reading →

A twin, taking it on the chin.  In the vernacular, anything short of death is “could have been worse”, certainly making us appreciative that although Leora wound up with a golf-ball sized chin shiner from a ricocheted baseball, she was … Continue reading →

What?  No Phillies, you ask?  Let me explain.  Today we visited Florida Auto Exchange Stadium in Dunedin, our second of three games there this month between the Toronto Blue Jays and our Philadelphia Phillies.  The day began innocently enough, with … Continue reading →

“A daughter, waiting at the door to welcome you home; a son, presenting you with a handpicked bouquet of wildflowers; a granddaughter, lying on your couch, engrossed in a favorite fairy tale – these are Jean Monti’s Memories of the … Continue reading →