
Outside my window, across the street is the campus of a community college. Beyond that, probably about a mile away, is the airport with a plane taking off every minute or two. The airport building from here looks like Noah’s ark just landed on Mt. Ararat. I notice the birds are flying around chasing each other in pairs. It’s that time of year. Beyond the airport are the low-lying mountains of Phoenix, Arizona. You guessed it. It’s warmed up to spring training time and I’m here to watch three games by my Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim.













