Nigel's First Ball Game_The Fishermen Song_New Year's Eve in New York_The wonder of Einstein
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Nigel's First Ball Game
'I can't believe I've been subjective to this,' I said this to myself as I following Frank through the stands. I was practically begged into coming here out of all places in Milwaukee and wouldn't you know it was Miller Park or something. Apparently they changed the name of the stadium recently but Frank keeps on calling it Miller Park anyway. I never was a big fan of baseball or any sort of sport within the matter.All I was interested was money and business. My family owes the firm over in London. I was supposed to be the next big boss but both of my parents decided to cut my expenses of thei...
The Fishermen Song
Have you ever spoken to the rain? She did. She’d lift her hewww.onedoor.ccad up, gaze at the clouds, and listen closely. “Listen.” She’d say. “Listen to the rain.” I'd look up at the greying clouds but hear nothing. Because the rain never spoke to me. It only spoke to her. I wish I knew what it said. What secrets they shared. I always imagined it spoke in whispers. Something so beautiful. I remember the day we sat by the lake. The trees waltzed with the wind around us. Autumn leaves broke away and swayed in twirls towards the infinite. The smell of the earth was so pungent. So pure. I stole a glance at her...
New Year's Eve in New York
Darla sat in her old Toyota Corolla, Pearl, it was the color of champagne and about 15 years past her prime. Darla was taking Pearl out on a dark, damp Friday afternoon. The rain was coming down harder now and the sidewalks filled with shades of black and blue umbrellas, with the occasional delightfully decorated ones, catching Darla’s eye. Her coffee tucked into Pearl’s cup holder awaiting the commencement of Darla’s daily caffenation. Steam was bouncing off the hazel in her cup, so Darla put the cap back on and let it cool a moment more. A loud thud caused Darla to jump immediately up toward...
The wonder of Einstein
The Wonder of Einstein In the Museum of the History of Science, Charlie and Lucy both peered at a small rectangle of blackboard placed high up on the wall. On it was a scrap of maths. The theory of relativity. Incomprehensible to those with no numerical sensibilities. But Einstein, Albert Einstein, had held a piece of chalk, stood in front of the blackboard, and scribbled those symbols during a lecture in 1931, and someone wisely thought, ‘I might just keep that’, and whisked it away for safe keeping. Charlie, a quantum physics student, was as excited as Lucy, a fine arts student, was nonplus...