baseball. there is nothing more delicious on a summer evening than riding the RTA downtown and crossing the bridge from tower city to jacob’s field for a muggy indian’s game. (where else in the world is it still 90 degrees close to midnight?)

the fireworks. the city spread behind the stadium. the sky chalked by the enormous lights. seeing your husband with the glee of a twelve-year-old. as mastercard would say, priceless.