Last night, we found out that there was yet another terrorist attack, this time in Nice, France. (I know the photo is of Paris, but we already have it in our archives and it’s too beautiful not to use again.) My heart aches for the people of France. I don’t know what to say. Sorrow, of course, but almost numb. It’s all too much, and it doesn’t seem to end.
A dear friend of mine, a French national, lived near the Swiss border but always visited Nice at least once a year. She loved it there, always talked about how much I would love it there. My beautiful friend Svet. She has since passed away, but every time I think of Nice, I think of her. Svet, too, would be heartbroken.
We write about these attacks too often. I’m out of words. A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late.
Every day is for friends here at F.I., but Fridays are most welcome. Last day without baseball for a while, so no scores again. As the narrator of How the Grinch Stole Christmas! might say, “Welcome baseball, while we stand, heart to heart and hand in hand.”
While we wait for baseball to come back to us, let us know what you’re expecting from your team or your team’s biggest rival down in the comments below. I’m expecting more fail from the Braves and I’m expecting the Cubs to trade a few people for a couple of bullpen pieces…