The hour is coming and now is . . .

A moment I hardly thought I'd live to see has arrived - and on the night of a lunar eclipse, no less (if that isn't a sign from above, I don't know what is). Unloved and unmourned, the Curse has died at the age of eighty-six. Not much else I can say - for the moment, I'm elated and almost speechless. Go Sox! AMDG!