AN ANGEL GETS HIS WINGS

Yesterday, Eddie Angel killed himself.  Jumped off a bridge.  Snags told me the news.  "You're kidding," I said.

Its what everyone says.

I've known Eddie for twenty years, but I guess I never really knew him at all.  We worked the same parking lots and corners for all that time.  I've probably said, "What's up?" to him more times than most people I know, but we never talked about anything of substance, anything outside work.  I just found out he had a sister.

I do not know why Eddie chose to end his life, but I do know this...Eddie Angel loved The Beatles.

Rest in peace, Eddie.  We miss you, already.

SHIT PEOPLE SAY TO SCALPERS - Sold-Out Red Sox game...

The streets are teeming with fans offering up to $100 each for Bleachers.  There are dozens of scalpers, but few of them have more than half a dozen tickets. I have 5.

ME:  "Tickets!  Tickets!"

CHISSLER:  "How much?"

ME:  "How many do you need, guy?"

CHISSLER:  "Three, together."

ME:  "Hundred each."

CHISSLER(laughing):  "You will NEVER get that!"

At that moment, a fan buys two from me for $100 each.

FAN (hugs me):  "Oh my God!  Thank you, soooo much!"

The Chissler shifts uncomfortably.

CHISSLER:  "You're gonna have to lower your price.  Game starts in twenty minutes.  What are you going to do in the second inning?"

I look around at the hundreds of people vying for the fifty or so tickets that are on the street.

ME:  "During the second inning, I will be sitting on a pile of cash, eating freeze pops and watching 'The Wire'.  Tickets!  Tickets!  Who needs tickets?!"