Inside Baseball

Mmmmmmmm, Pie…….. (c) 3.14.14

“Inside Baseball” is for those in-the-know.

A particular bit of familial inside baseball must have begun with Homer Simpson.

In a household in which all of my children inherited the mathematical gene that, alas, eluded my liberal artsy self, “pi” makes frequent appearances among its symbolic numerical brethren.

Whenever the word “pi” is spoken aloud, someone is likely to chime in with “Mmmmmmmmm. . . .pie.”

We’re homophonic people.

Today, of course, is Pi day: 3.14.

And how, on this of all days, could I fail to share the geological magic that carved out from inside a rock one perfect slice of pie (pumpkin, I am guessing), and left it garnished with pebbles and plated on the tiny stretch of shore to which I was drawn by the sight of sudden sunlight dancing on a river’s edge?

shorthand

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Inside, Out

Trapped Inside

Inside Ice

Inside Bark

Almost All In

Inside the Thicket

Blooming Inside

Inside Sunset

What’s Inside?

Empty Inside

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 attended law school on the banks lso is an adjunct professor at a law school near the banks of the Charles River 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 and @schnitzelpond on Instagram. Bonus points for anyone who understands the Instagram handle. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2021 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with the wee Wordpress buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.

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