It was the middle of the 4th inning of the Mets game when I realized I hadn't listened outside as I have every day for the last week. I stepped out onto the patio and finally heard "our" Whip-poor-will, calling loudly from the woods of the WMA. What a great sound, despite what the grumpy neighbors think.
Then Duda hit a home run.
It's been a good night.