Miami goes a month without murder
When will this headline be written about Baltimore?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.This season is breezing by. Opening day feels like this morning's paper. I worry I'll awaken tomorrow to October.
-A. Bartlett Giamatti