Ball Game With The Punks

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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.

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