Tuesday, November 02, 2004


I went down to get lunch. I stopped at a takeaway faux Italian place. The gentleman behind the counter was wearing a miniature hand grenade with (presumably) fake gems on it. It struck me as sort of an ominous talisman. When he handed me my order, he told me to have a "blessed day." Blessed by the absence of hand grenades?

Meanwhile, the Tribune reports that a hand grenade was found in right field at Wrigley. It was hollowed out and contained no explosives. Still, what a grenadetastic day.


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