Anybody see the Pope? Pope Francis is the 266th and current Pope of the Catholic Church, a title he holds ex officio as Bishop of Rome, and Sovereign of the Vatican City has come to town. A seemingly very kind man he heads up the largest business in the world. It has more than 1.25 billion members worldwide.  

This is a follow up to last week's Friday With Fred blog wherein I heralded last Friday night's Mets-Yanks Mania and anticipated a great night communing in our "special" center field bleacher seats with 124 other Gothamites.

I first felt it about a week ago. An evening breeze and the question of whether I should have taken a light sweater with me. A few days later, it was there in the morning. The crispness that was the bellwether of things to come. The acorns from the oak trees up the block. Plummeting cars like hail forcing neighbors to move their cars from their parking spots.

From the HuffPost: "An Oklahoma mother alleges that a teacher at her 4-year-old son's school was told to stop writing with his left hand because that's the hand Satan uses.

  I asked my daughter this afternoon what time she had to “be in laden”.

 

Pumping gas the other evening after coming home on the late side, a woman came bouncing out of the convenience store, looked at me as she passed, and yelled "SMILE!"   She was judging me.  I wondered if I go around looking like a grouch, though I have to admit that at that time I was feeling a little grouchy.  It must have showed.  So I smiled back, and suddenly felt less unsmiley.  

I'm blogging live from Citifield and the score is 1-1 in the 6th inning. The chant is up...Lets go Mets...Lets go Yankees. I don't know who's going to win. I hope it's the Yankees. I'm with 124 fellow Gothamites and their friends and families. The game is sold out with good playoff possibilities for both teams. A beautiful night, perfect weather and, of course, the planes flying overhead. Another great tribal event.