The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Adventures in the National Pastime #3


Today's Adventure: Draped in a Nehru jacket, St. Louis Cardinals' pitching
maestro Bob Gibson stands on a Manhattan street (1968)

6 comments :

The CT blogger said...

Time for me to ease up on the hallucinogenics for a while. Gibbie looks like he levitating in this picture.

Fred said...

What was it about Nehru jackets in '68? The jacket may explain why Gibson lost to Lolich in Game 7 in that year's Fall Classic. All I know for sure is that Mom dressed the 4-year-old-me up in a blue Nehru with a matching pair of shorts for my cousin's Bar Mitzvah and I still haven't forgiven her. And yes, my cousin kept a picture for extortion purposes even though I didn't look as cool as Gibson (Bob or Henry).

swac said...

How about Hoot Gibson?

Flickhead said...

Fred, at least yours was blue. 10-years-old in '68, mom thought I'd look rather groovy in a bright emerald green Nehru with gilded collar and cuffs. Sort of like a psychedelic leprechaun.

If I dig deep enough, I know there's a photo of me in that thing somewhere...

Vanwall said...

Brother shows up in gold paisley-patterned Nehru at party - WTF? Source of endless amusement for years, tho.

Tommy O'C said...

That's Grand Central Terminal on Vanderbilt.