38th Street Loop

I walked the 38th Street Loop this morning, starting at about 8:30 Central, in 28:57.

PARAGRAPH OF THE DAY from A Different Closet
There were a handful of days like this each August. Wind came from the northwest and had, since the night before, blown away the dankness. High clouds diffused into a translucent sheet and spread over the blue to leave a bright white afternoon, breezy and dry and almost cool, all serving as an advertisement for fall. These sorts of days always reminded Ingram of football, even now with this before him, as he walked through waves of roaring cheer to the microphone set between him and the last crowd he would address. St. Louis was a baseball town, and he could see it, Cardinal jerseys and shirts and hats everywhere, and smell it, the air streaked by wafts of barbecue smoke, filled with the scents of charcoal and hickory, butane and beer.

SENTENCE OF THE DAY from A Different Closet
Karen jogged to her car, five blocks away, and then drove back to pick up Ingram and take him home.*

*the last sentence, for now, and just for the hell of it, here's the first, for now: They were met by the smell of sweat as doors to the St. Louis locker room opened.