An Ornithologist's Guide To Life - Plot & Excerpts
I ride the cable cars again and again, paying four dollars each time. She is fourteen and gets a thrill hanging off the side of the car as it plunges down San Francisco’s steep hills. She says it is like flying, and indeed the wind does pick up her Esprit scarf, the one decorated with purple and yellow palm trees, and tosses it stiffly backward in the same way that Charles Lindbergh’s scarves appear in old flying photos of him. I take her to Candlestick Park for the Giants’ last game of the season and sit shivering under an old blanket I bought in Mexico long ago. Jennifer does not understand baseball, but I try to explain it to her. Three outs to an inning, nine innings to a game, the importance of a good shortstop. But she does not get it. When Chris Sabo of the Reds strikes out she says, “Caryn, why is it still their turn? You said three outs to an inning.” “But three strikes,” I tell her, “is just one out.” Jennifer shakes her head and closes her eyes for the rest of the game.
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