Life
Looking back at my last few posts I realized that I've been awfully dreary. In a time when most of America is looking for some reason to smile, I haven't been helping very much. So, here are a few things that made me smile tonight...
*I went to the frolf course tonight and shot horribly. It was ugly. But as I walked off the course wondering whether I should ever play the game again I heard a clank. A cheer followed the clank. My eyes followed the cheer. Eighteen little dudes in saggy pants were struggling with ball gloves that were too big for their hands. Timmons Park was full of little leaguers. They'd watched their parents cry this last week and wondered why. They're about to grow up in world you and I didn't know until last week. And they were happy just to be playing ball.
*I drove home, sweating and letting the cool fall-ish air beat my hair dry. I came into my neighborhood through a back entrance that my wife hates and I love. Out on the curb, five little girls were dancing around holding American flags. Their parents watched form their driveways. Candles burned in front of 80% of the houses. The local fire and EMS crews were parading through the neighborhood, taking donations for the families of the firefigters in New York. This from people who would rather be called a sissy than a Yankee. They raised $5000 in our neighborhood alone. And we ain't rich folk.
Life is sometimes very nice.
Looking back at my last few posts I realized that I've been awfully dreary. In a time when most of America is looking for some reason to smile, I haven't been helping very much. So, here are a few things that made me smile tonight...
*I went to the frolf course tonight and shot horribly. It was ugly. But as I walked off the course wondering whether I should ever play the game again I heard a clank. A cheer followed the clank. My eyes followed the cheer. Eighteen little dudes in saggy pants were struggling with ball gloves that were too big for their hands. Timmons Park was full of little leaguers. They'd watched their parents cry this last week and wondered why. They're about to grow up in world you and I didn't know until last week. And they were happy just to be playing ball.
*I drove home, sweating and letting the cool fall-ish air beat my hair dry. I came into my neighborhood through a back entrance that my wife hates and I love. Out on the curb, five little girls were dancing around holding American flags. Their parents watched form their driveways. Candles burned in front of 80% of the houses. The local fire and EMS crews were parading through the neighborhood, taking donations for the families of the firefigters in New York. This from people who would rather be called a sissy than a Yankee. They raised $5000 in our neighborhood alone. And we ain't rich folk.
Life is sometimes very nice.
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