It was anything but a dark and stormy night the last time I was in my hometown of Long Beach, a place I’ve seen a lot of the last couple of days on TV as it’s become a body of water instead of merely being surrounded by them. On my most recent trip there, it was the most brilliant of August Sunday afternoons, and I spent it, aurally at least, with my buddies Howie and Josh. I’ll have to tell you about it in some detail one of these evenings when I’m not distracted by wind gusts and power glitches. It was a good day to be with your home team in your hometown.
But in the meantime, a little Howie on the radio would be nice right now, don’t you think? And if we can’t have that, how about some Q&A with Mr. Rose, courtesy of Michael Freund, who recently published this piece  in the Jerusalem Post. I’ve been meaning to link to it for a few weeks. The first baseball-free night of the fall, when the world (or perhaps just the New York Metropolitan Area, though to us they’re one and the same) seems to be ending, seems like a good time for a good distraction.