Rest in Peace, Ryne Sandberg

Chicago Cubs legend passes away.

Watcing the Chicago Cubs lose to the Brewers last night when word came over the broadcast that Ryne Sandberg, the Cubs superstar second baseman had died, succumbing to cancer.

CleanShot 2025-07-28 at 21.45.27.

Hit me harder than I would have thought imaginable. Not sure exactly why, but guessing it’s because Sandberg represented an era in my life when life itself seemed simpler, more sane, and as true as a line drive cleanly smacked to the outfiled.

I’m probably deluding myself with those thoughts, but that’s how it struck me last night.

Sandberg played baseball. He was a great at what he did.  By all accounts he was genuinely kind to others. That’s all we should ever aspire to because in the end that’s all that matters.

And it is more than enough.

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Something Cooking In My Prostate

I wrote a little something about the twists and turns of time after my recent  and ongoing adventures in the American medical system.

“I’ve got cancer.” That was the first terrible, all consuming, soul crushing, time stopping thought coursing through my brain after the doctor in his roly-poly good old boy manner said, “there’s something cooking in your prostate.”

Spoiler alert: I don’t have cancer.

You can read the rest here in the publication Ellemeno on Medium.

You can find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome