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Pick-up game this evening with kids from the Y team I used to coach–except they’re all 18 and 19 now. Pretty good game. Everyone fielded well, batted well, played many jokes. A couple of the kids are getting high now–inevitable in today’s society–but they didn’t show up, so I couldn’t tease them.  That’s just another way of loving them, which they know. They promised they’d come next time. I’ll hold them to it.
I lucked out and knocked three over the fence, which I couldn’t help rubbing in on the Punks, who almost matched me. Yeah, I’m still part teenager.
What’s this got to do with art? Not much. But for me, it has a lot to do with living.