...I paid my first visit to Citi Field. I've grown quite fond of baseball, and the Mets, but that's another story for another time.
Anyway, it was far too cold to go explore the parking lot and try and stand in the same place the boys stood and all that, but I made sure I broke off from my companion for about a minute to gaze into that sea of motor cars. Just taking in the fact that this was the spot where elbows slid along keyboards, girls wailed in cops' arms, and four lads played songs they'd written with big grins on their faces. It was a nice little moment, anyway.


Not even Strawberry Fields of the Dakotah. It was always ne of those things I planned to do one day but before I knew it I had moved again...