Now that my book is out, I'm resuming my career (which never before has been) as the public voice of Stan Still's songs. The character is fictional, but, as we say at Stan Still headquarters, the songs are real. At least we hope so.
In preparation for my performance, I've been marking essays, watching Spurs-Suns basketball and Blue Jay baseball, and now the Habs-Bruins from Boston.
That and watching for rock doves (who, I've discovered, don't like bombardment by wads of frozen peas).