Couches, bookshelves, and broken chairs litter half the yards in town. Moving trucks block alleys, back up beeping to front steps, go the wrong way on Jefferson and Market. And as often as not going out means saying goodbye to people. Soon Mrs. Bathurst and her sidekick Agent Cooper, Nate and Nikki, and Possum will join the ranks of the Workshop diaspora. Godspeed to them and the best of luck. Things just won't be the same here anymore.
A minor aspect of this process is that the scrappy, Goat-addled softball team, The Defenestrators, is losing players. We still have enough males, but we need to find one or two women interested in playing the next two games and then the playoffs. Games are on Sunday afternoons or evenings -- this Sunday's game is at 5pm at the Hawkeye softball complex. If any current or recently graduated female workshoppers or other female readers are interested in playing, please email me at earthgoat at gmail dot com! You don't have to be good -- just willing to block out an hour each of the next few Sundays and have fun. Plus we'd love to meet you.