Bill Kauffman

A brilliant meteor blazed through the Summer Triangle early in the show, eliciting oohs and aahs and apolitical cheers

Technically we are moving south, though I doubt we qualify as snowbirds

Despite the multitudinous sins committed against the game and its culture, I’m once again giving it the old college try

The first spade hit the dirt on July 4, 1817, near the appositely named Rome, New York

The folksinger’s lifeboat capsized far too soon