Stephen Mejias

When I was younger, I wanted to grow up to become a Major League baseball player. Baseball runs in my family. My grandfather played in the sugarcane fields, my father played in the street, my uncles played Little League. Each generation, it seemed, got better and closer. I had one uncle who made it all the way to a Major League farm club before injuring his knee.

Elementshttp://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/091605where/">Elements; (2005) and I (1977) share our birthday with (in order from oldest to youngest):

Panda Has A Baby Roo. Morgan Jet. 2006

purple highlighter and red pen on paper

8" x 11"

These days have been long. Longer than usual, in fact. That's right:

Longer than usual.

On my way to work this morning, I noticed that the cool air felt like the first days of school. Though I often hated those first days of school, I enjoyed the feeling of this morning's cool air.

"I don't dare open the file you left in my folder," says JA.