From the Archives: Grand Slam

     As I face a hectic week and a half of finishing summer school, I'm re-posting a blog entry from early May, one that only about fifteen of you have read.  I have been added to the CF Blogroll and many more people have started reading the blog over the past month and a half, (thank you!) so this will probably be new to most of you!  I imagine I may need to do this a few more times before summer school ends, but I hope to sprinkle in new posts along the way as well.
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     On Sunday, my son walked around the house holding his baseball mitt.  He climbed on a stool to get mine, which hangs as decoration on the wall in his room, beneath his grandfather's glove.  He quietly searched the house for a suitable ball, finally deciding the one normally used for roller hockey was soft enough to play with.  I did not witness any of this.  All I saw was the culmination: a six year old standing at the back door with his arms full-- "Hey dad, want to go play catch?"