Damn it’s hot and I love all of it. See, the Texas Rangers a real baseball team, well at least for one more year anyways, and play out of doors, like the game should be played, where there are no fall out shelter concrete walls, roofs to block out the sun, or air conditioners that hang like stalactites and drip drip drip on you. It’s an inferno. It’s hellacious. And I love all of it.
Next door enormous ribs of steel are being stitched together by cranes, and concrete staircases are in place. 47 more. The cathedral shall be closed.