There was too much grass on the field to play ball and that’s not a euphemism. The lot was overgrown and nothing was how we left it when we all left. I was the last to go and I kept it up till the day I left for college. I wasn’t lucky, smart, or talented enough to go to a real college right out of high school. So I stayed behind for two years missing the old gang and keeping things right.

I thought someone would have taken care of the old lot while I was gone. Some of the new guard from the next generation. They played there. They loved the field. None loved it like we did though I guess. It’s sad. I want to go clean the old girl up but it’s just not in me. I think she’s dead or maybe just a sleeping beauty waiting for someone else to care for her.