“If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.”
Walking Wally this evening I passed the sweetest, most American sight ever, short of having an apple pie in the picture, too. A father was teaching his son how to catch a fly ball in their front yard. The boy’s sister was on the stoop looking completely bored. But the father, my goodness, he was very exact in his teachings, and the boy hanged (hung) on his every word. The dad threw the ball, and the son caught it just right. “Yea, like that! Good job,” the father said. It was one of the most heartwarming things I’ve witnessed in a long time. I love my neighborhood.