beisból

was a blast. we brought the kiddos for the semifinals, managua vs. granada. one kid per gringo. "voy a ser tu mami por ahora..." the kids cheered wildly when the tiburones scored and booed the managua indios when they struck us out. two little nicas sat between the three english girls, patiently explaining the game in spanish and spanglish.

i just cared about the food. instead of a hot dog, we ate frito, plates of fried green plantain covered in cabbage salad and roasted chicken. each plate was 30 córdobas, about a dollar and a half. it was such a relief after the a's game i went to right before leaving oakland, where a beer is $8, a hot dog, $6. i could live here, i really could.

the house is in a jumble right now because the founder comes tomorrow. i'm interested to meet the fellow who filled this place with books on the radical new left, american socialism, the community of scholars, black mountain, et cetera. i was reading a book a day in montezuma; here it's closer to two or three a day and i toss and turn at night dreaming of weathermen, a chained and gagged bobby seale, a little park in berkeley. i have to say it's a welcome change from oprah's book club.