I got the strangest album out of the library today. It's filled with classic baseball tunes and oddities, and I finally heard the original of Talkin' Baseball. It's just not the same, though, without Mike Scioscia's tragic illness making us smile.

Oh yeah, and here's a really inaccurate book about the case I'm working on. I guess it must be a genre convention of true crime, but the totally made up conversations and internal monologues of people who didn't talk to the authors--and which most of the evidence contradict--started bugging me at about page 12, and they haven't let up. I'd tell you more if I could, but, you know, privilege and all.

I don't expect any more posts until at least Monday, because I'm going out of town this weekend for this.