Today I took a nap when I should have been working. It’s what occurred during that nap that was important, not was missed while it was going on.
I had a long dream about me going to Shea Stadium, the ballpark that I’ve probably wanted to go to most. I don’t know if it’s because of my obsession with those ’86 Mets, the colorful orange seats, or the history that I know has occurred there. I just have to see a ballgame there before it gets torn down. Many times, albeit unsuccessfully, I have been snubbed in attempt to get to the stadium that houses a rising big apple for Mets homeruns. They just haven’t been in town or we’ve already been going to a Yankees game.
Next summer, I’m going to Shea Stadium.