The Bookshelf Devoted to Writing Well

In anticipation of getting Casa de Casselberry ready to put on the market, we've begun the process of clearing out what's not being kept and packing up whatever's making the trip to wherever the next stop is.

Today, I was going through my father's office, beginning with his bookshelf. And I never realized he had so many books about writing. These are just a handful (apologies for the photo quality; the lighting in the room wasn't very good):

Dad always was a stickler for good English. I knew that. One of the last gifts I ever bought for him was Eats, Shoots & Leaves. And he ticked me off a couple of times when he'd read a story or essay of mine and point out grammatical mistakes, rather than give me feedback on character or structure.

But I still had no idea he felt so strongly (or perhaps was so insecure) about writing well to almost fill up an entire bookshelf in his office. This will be added to the list of conversations I wish we'd had before he died. (I can only imagine what he would've thought of the work I've managed to publish since then.)

Street with a View

The older I get, and the longer I'm here, the more appreciation I have for the neighborhood I live in. For instance, I barely have to walk out of my driveway to get some fall colors.

(Strangely, once you get past this block, the leaves have barely changed color. Go figure.)

I don't know how much longer I'll be here, but no matter where I go, I sometimes get the feeling I won't have the same trees, the same places to walk, the same quiet.

Just a Piece of Paper Now

Unfortunately, I won't have any use for this ticket today.

I guess this is a collector's item now?  Sort of?  I missed out on most of the Tigers' playoff run in 2006, so this would've been fun.  Staying home to watch football and catch up on Mad Men will have to fill the void instead.

Bad Decisions in Photo Posting

So I may have gotten a little carried away after the Detroit Tigers' 7-6 win yesterday over the Seattle Mariners. Clete Thomas drove in the game-winning run, which inspired me to, well... see for yourself.

Mostly, it was because the AP photos that we're allowed to run at SportsBlogs Nation hadn't yet posted any images of Thomas's late-game heroics. But maybe, subconsciously, I also wanted to sell a few t-shirts.

Should I mention that the shirts taste like victory? (Hey, I needed to hold the shirt up while my left hand took the picture...)