There's nothing like receiving a verdict of life or death while doing something embarrassingly trivial to force one out of the mundane.
It was sometime around the sixth inning of a lackluster dog-days game between two dog teams at seemingly vacant RFK Stadium that my old comrade had a text message reporting that a man won't be put to death tomorrow.
Such a tiny little message, and so many mountains moved to get it.


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