First Sonni Abatta left town for Orlando. And now a whole bunch of the Pirates are gone. This has not been a good summer for Pittsburgh.

Farewell, Jack Wilson. You and your tremendous defensive play will be missed.

Yesterday I saw a man riding a motorcycle with a cigarette in his mouth. I'm trying to figure out how that compares with the man wearing sandals and using the weed whacker.

With the trade of Adam LaRoche yesterday to the Boston Red Sox, my father no longer has anyone to swear at when he watches Pirate games.

Two things:

There was the rare Sid Bream reference made during Saturday night's Pirate game telecast. I always enjoy a good Sid Bream reference.

Today I learned that in women's softball, the infielders are still called baseman. Like third baseman. I thought that was interesting.

I saw a man yesterday wearing leather sandals and using a weed whacker. That just doesn't seem like a good idea. How tough is it to put on a pair of sneakers?

Although I was late getting out of bed today, I did feel better than I did yesterday. And I am hopeful that I will feel even better tomorrow. I don't know what caused things to go kerplooey yesterday. I've thought about the possible triggers, and I haven't really come up with much. Sometimes I feel as though I know some of the triggers, and other times I feel as though I have no idea.

I have been feeling pretty good in recent weeks, and therefore, haven't mentioned my depression on the blog in a while. Unfortunately, that streak has come to an end. I am just not feeling right today. I don't know what it is, but I was off from the moment I woke up this morning, and I just haven't been able to shake it. I have been feeling a little sluggish recently, sleeping later on days that I don't have anything scheduled. But today just hasn't been a good one for me. I don't know what will happen from here, but it is demoralizing to have been feeling good only to have it come crashing down around me without any warning.

Dave: Do you put your lips on Rohan's stomach and make farting noises?

Focker: I usually do that in the neck area. I act like a biting lion or tiger usually on the stomach which tickles him.

Freedom!

Dave: So, Farah Fawcett died. She was the sex symbol from my youth.

Jim: It's funny. I was just thinking that exact same thought a few minutes ago before I read your email.

Dave: We're the same age.

Jim: Yeah. OLD.

Did you happen to see President Obama last night on ABC, answering questions and talking about health care reform? I was very impressed with him. Not only does he seem to have an excellent grasp on the problems facing the health care situation in this country, but he is calm and cool, very articulate, and obviously very intelligent. And best of all, from his first day in office, his approach to the issues facing this country has been pro-active. There hasn't been a president who is this pro-active in my lifetime. Rather than waiting for problems to arise and having to react to them, he is trying to tackle them before they become crises. It's a smart approach to virtually anything, and it saves money in the long run. If the American auto companies had been pro-active in their business strategies, they might not have found themselves in the trouble they're in. I believe in President Obama. I think he knows what he's doing, and I agree with virtually everything he does. And that never happens. I can always find something wrong. But he's the real deal. He made promises to the American people while he was campaigning, and so far, he has lived up to those promises. One thing is for sure, he is really trying. Instead of sitting back and spending his summer in someplace like Crawford, Texas, he's out there everyday, working, pushing forward, talking to people, trying to make this country better than it is, and trying to make the future better than the path that it's currently on. Did I mention that I am really impressed with this man?

Jim: I just had to go through all my clothes a couple weeks ago and throw out a bunch of old t-shirts. I tried to tell my wife that when I go places, I don't buy souvenirs or take a lot of photos and that my t-shirts are my souvenirs and that they don't take up nearly as much space as her boxes and photo albums of old pictures. That didn't fly.


Dave: I don't buy souvenirs or take photos, either. I don't even own a camera. Not even on my phone. I depend on others for my small collection of photos. I am eventually going to have to tackle my vast collection of baseball cards that is stored in my parents' attic. Going through them will be a nightmare, but I suppose I will try to sell them somehow. There are only a few of them that I want anymore. I don't even begin to know how to sell them. EBay? A dealer?


Jim: You are asking the wrong person. But if you figure it out, please let me know.

And if you see my t-shirt from the opening of Camden Yards at your local Goodwill, grab it and save it for me until I see you again and can get if from you.


Dave: Do you have a bunch of baseball cards stored somewhere, too? I remember when I was growing up, my father told me to save my cards because they would be worth something someday. But he never told me what I was supposed to do when that day came.

Post number 400 . . .

I reluctantly watched the movie "Marley and Me" last night with my parents. I had very low expectations, but it turned out to be an okay film. The thing that struck me was that the filmmakers were able to show how the life of a dog can be so intertwined with the life of a young couple that grows over the years into a family, with all of the highs and lows that come with that growth. Of course, Marley grew older as the movie progressed, inevitably becoming sick and having to be put down. The film did a good job, I thought, of showing how a family reacts when one of its pivotal members gets sick and dies, even if that member is the family pet. By the end of the movie, both my father and my mother were reaching for tissues to wipe their eyes. I myself felt my eyes grow heavy with tears, but I managed to keep it together. But I must admit that I was very moved by the ending. I couldn't help but be reminded of the dogs that have been in my family over the years and how emotionally heart-wrenching it can be to say good-bye to a good friend while the life of a family continues. So, if you have a dog, make sure to pet it everyday and talk to it and tell it what a good dog it is. You will glad that you did when it comes time to say good-bye.

I am not good at throwing certain things away. I keep some things because I think that I might need them at some point in the future. I used to be a high school English teacher, and I have tons of stuff from those years, and I can't seem to bring myself to even go through it all, let alone dispose of it. I have boxes of stuff in the storage locker in the basement of my building. And there are more boxes of stuff still stored at my parents' house, which my mother has been nagging me to go through for years. The recent severe storm that blew through Pittsburgh on Wednesday night caused some flooding in my parents' basement. Some of my boxes got wet, so my mother really pushed me to go through them. Reluctantly, I decided to tackle the two boxes that had gotten wet. In one, I found papers and notebooks from my high school years. Just looking at the stuff brought back a flood of memories from those years. It was a little overwhelming. My high school years, like they are for most people, were full of varying emotions, from teenage insecurities to outright joy from time spent with good friends. My high school memories have always been difficult for me to think about. My memories are so vivid that they scare me sometimes. I still have lots of dreams where I am back in high school surrounded by people from more than twenty years ago. Anyway, I went through that box and threw out a bunch of stuff, but I also saved some piles of papers and notebooks that I wanted to go through more carefully at a later date. The other box contained a variety of things, including my collection of Pirate yearbooks from the 1970s and a little box of knickknacks that contained little trinkets that dated all the way back to elementary school. I found two little pins that said "Band" on them that I received in fourth and fifth grade when I played the clarinet (and not very well) in the school band. They took me right back to those years, and I found myself reminiscing over events from decades ago. It was difficult for me to see these things and throw most of them away. As my mother said, what was I going to do with these little things that I had already managed to live without for over thirty years. So, with some regret, I did throw them away. But by the end of the evening, I felt emotionally drained. It was a difficult process for me. I don't know whether these things are harder for me than other people, but I do know that I struggle with going through items from my past. And now even as I feel a sense of accomplishment because I finally went through two boxes, there are still a bunch of additional boxes waiting for me to tackle them. And I'm really not looking forward to it. I think some people genuinely enjoy going through things from their past and the memories that accompany them. I don't. But I guess it has to be done.

If you haven't seen photos already, the Stanley Cup recently went swimming during a party at Mario Lemieux's house. Just as it did 17 years ago when Mario and the Penguins last got to play around with the Cup for the summer.

Did you know that in Pennsylvania an annual income of $32,000 or less is considered low income? I can't tell you how many jobs I have applied for that were in that neighborhood. And there was fierce competition for some of those jobs. And I have a Master's degree. Yikes.

Did you happen to see on the news tonight how much profit the cell phone companies are making on text messages? Apparently, it costs the companies about 1/30 of a cent to transmit a text message over their networks. And they charge 20 cents or 25 cents to send and to receive each text message. That's a pretty nice mark-up.

Last year during the Stanley Cup Finals, I didn't really watch the games because I was in the midst of a pretty bad depressive episode. This year, fortunately, I was feeling well enough to watch all of the games and really get into the series. I was a college student in 1991 and 1992 when the Penguins last won the Stanley Cup, and I watched the games with friends of mine, eventually ending up joining in the revelry in Oakland in 1991 as a pretty wild celebration took place. Now, seventeen years later, I watched Game 7 in a much more subdued atmosphere, but I think I enjoyed it just as much. It would have been considered a great series, regardless of which team had won. But it sure is nice when your team wins.

As I had previously promised my vast readership, here is a photo of me holding my niece Evelyn that was taken during my sister's visit over Memorial Day weekend.