It's the last day of the year...again. The summer looms with less definition than in previous years, but the theme of this summer is to be open. I am open. This is going to be wonderful.

I've been teaching for five years now. Wow. Twenty six to go. :)

(That's a picture of the Polo Grounds in New York, btw, which was torn down in 1964.)

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