As I look out the window this morning, it's a beautiful autumn day, and I am conscious that an old wound has healed. Back years ago when I was first experiencing tongue symptoms and trying to find an explanation, I was also living with the (relatively) fresh memory in Red Sox Nation of that symbolic dagger through the heart when the ball went through Bill Buckner's legs and the hopes of a Boston World championship were dashed once more. Some said it was the Curse of the Bambino, some said it was part of a world order that would keep the Sox from winning (ever), and I began to wonder if I would be among those who would go to their grave without ever seeing another Sox victory in a World Series.

NOT SO!! THANK YOU, RED SOX!!

The wound has healed.

Cathy