Last week, I ALMOST caught a ball at the Yankees game. Two things happened that prevented my would-have-been magnificent catch:
1. I ducked (I really don’t like fast balls coming near my head, but I still put my hand out and half expected to catch it anyway).
2. The ball curved at the last second and landed ions away from me.

Yuri’s night NYC was, dare I say, out of this world. The auditorium at CUNY was packed with writers, scientist, a few astronauts, and plenty of space cadets with soaring dreams.

One evening in Kandy, Sri Lanka’s second largest city, I waited on the main highway for a a bus to the capital. I waited patiently at first; I finished reading a bulky novel, drank three cups of sugary chai, and wrote a few post cards.