Bay notes
Grain, wings, and the occasional argument
Short essays from Suite 4. If a note is here, it started as a miss we kept seeing on the carpet or a lie the bermuda told after dusk.
Midtown bermuda and the first twelve feet
The mat will not grow grain. The first dozen feet on Overton still decide whether a mallet’s hop was a lie.
Mallet wings in Overton twilight
Dual rails that look like a runway at noon smear when the trees take the sun.
CG sits behind the mallet face
Depth is not a personality. Millimeters behind the face change the hop you take to Galloway.
Memphis grain points toward the bluff
River-side grain is not a superstition. It eats a weak start that the indoor carpet forgave.
Indoor bay roll versus Overton Park
What Suite 4 can swear to, and what it refuses to fake about dew, slope, and nap.
Why a winged mallet hides in dusk light
Paint, rail edges, and the sodium leak off Madison — a sighting problem, not a stroke sermon.