The Boys Of Summer
I was born in 1960 and have played baseball since I can remember. There were no formalized leagues in the 1970s for kids younger than 9, but we played pickup games every day. Today those games seem a thing
Be Sure To Eat Your Greens
Sometimes, when I ask people, “How are you?” they answer, “It’s Monday!” I interpret that to mean the week is beginning and the weekend is far away, so they can only be so happy. At mid-week, there is a lilt of
Urgent Life
I wrote and rewrote the first few paragraphs of this story three or four times because I kept worrying about being politically correct. I worried over leaving someone out of the matrix that went along with the story.
Decisions, Decisions
When I did one of my first college internships, I worked with a man who had a poster over his desk that showed a person sitting on a rock looking into the ocean, with a quotation in the lower corner: “No one can