For the past couple of days, I've had a hard time finding time or space to post anything here. And today, as soon as I sat down with an empty hour, I discovered that Jeanne Leiby, editor of the Southern Review, who just published my Millbank essay and who was also the same age as I am, was killed yesterday in a car accident. I didn't know Jeanne personally, but she wrote me a lovely letter, which sometimes feels like knowing someone. So I feel very sad, and now everything I was going to say about the Basketball Hall of Fame seems liable to be trite.

Anyway, I was supposed to go to Boston today, but travel connections became snarled, Tom became high-strung, and Paul and I would rather not walk around aimlessly in the rain anyhow. Instead, we are doing a crossword puzzle and later plan to watch baseball and eat popcorn. Yesterday's Hall of Fame outing was more fun than I might have expected. My father-in-law and I had a fine time together. We discovered that early team uniforms make a very entertaining exhibit, and we also were introduced to some excellent team names, including the Tulsa Business College Stenos. But probably my favorite was the Brooklyn Visitations. Here's a link that will show you their very nicely designed team logo. You also might like to see a picture of the Renaissance. Scroll down the page to get a good look at the socks.