... where things are ruined before they are barely started
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Gave my neighbor kid an old wood baseball bat.
They were out pitching and catching balls. He grew up without bucks. I let them play ball in the back yard. The kids were rubbing the wood bat like it was treasure. "Where did you get that mister?" Priceless.
1 comment:
he did not call you "mister"
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