By the sound of your voice . . .

I was at Turner Field last night, watching the Braves explain some things to the Marlins. Wanda (of markandwanda)'s back has been troubling her (and is apparently, thankfully, beginning to mend), so Mark invited me to go. He had passes to the "755 Club", so we spent most of the game in the very lap of luxury: tureens of cocaine, cigars, fallen women . . .