A Dusting of Fenway

Being atop the Green Monster has many highlights.  One, my brother and husband were assured, was that if one gets to the park in time for batting practice, he is certain to catch flies.  BYOG.

Jim brought his glove, the well-weathered one he had used while coaching seasons of Little League teams in Portsmouth.

And so my love, having brought me a ring that had no end, brought me a fly that had no wings.

It has settled into a cobalt-blue mug which is by my husband’s desk and itself bears a light dust: a single memento was the only thing my husband ever asked of our children when they settled upon schools.  This mug, from our elder son’s undergraduate institution, bears a slogan that always makes me reflect, and which was an inherent creed of Jim’s: “Truth, even unto its innermost parts.”  

Because I tend toward the alliterative, I considered titling this post a “Frisson of Fenway,” but that seems too delicate for the brand of fans that urged everyone to “Cowboy Up” during fairly recent playoff series.  And to feel a frisson of anything seems to me inherently forward-looking, while this dusting of ballpark detritus is more of a call to the past.

On the other hand, it seems indecorous, and somewhat dispirited, to label as a “smear” the light lines where an authentic Red Sox batter made contact with this ball, possibly after tapping his bat to the ground, kicking up particles of sand which sprayed upwards in the setting sunlight.

So I am settling for a dusting—reminiscent to me of wizards and fairies and gold and magic, of fathers and sons on the field, of unprecedented come-from-behind victories, of wishes coming true.

(c) 2012 Stephanie M. Glennon

About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2020 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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2 Responses to A Dusting of Fenway

  1. Mike Pangan says:

    This was one of the best entries from a literary standpoint. All of the blog’s entries are touching in their own right but this one hit a home run!

  2. Pingback: I’ll Follow Jupiter | Live-Blogging Love and Loss

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