Monday, September 22, 2008

Boys of Summer

Home plate is a rock. No bases or even real base lines. The backstop is a tipped over wagon. Two plastic bats and a tennis ball that showed up in the front yard. A friend from down the street, and your Grampa to pitch. It was a great game. You are invited...


DotBlogger said...

You've always been good at making memories.
For yourself, for those you love.

Jenny Kay said...

"...and your dog to steal the ball away..."

What more could a boy ask for?