Sisyphus had his stone. Tantalus had his fruit. My tormentor is opening
day at Fenway park. This is the start of my tenth year of suffering through a
day filled with loud tourists, street vendors, panhandlers, scammers,
Caroline and the occasional flyover by a U.S. fighter
jet. I will be in a client office tomorrow for most of the day, but this
sort of thing doesn’t blow over in a few hours.
Good thing I’ve got beer in the fridge.