My desk is right in the middle of the office, next to the door to the restrooms and stairs. The office is carpeted, except for a tile walkway. Yesterday Renee was wearing boots with heels. She slipped on the tile, and fell right next to my desk. I quickly saw that she was ok. Instinctively, I spread out my hands and loudly declared “SAFE!” The office cracked up.
Tuesday I left work at three, drove home, changed, grabbed the baseballs, picked up Will at Living Science, and went to
My pitching accuracy was better than normal, despite my aching hip/leg. I’ll be going to the doctor soon. Though it felt great last night, this morning I can tell I worked it out.
Found two old high school friends on Facebook. I had looked for my buddy Tim, who worked on the newspaper staff with me. He and his two brothers played football with me. Older brother Danny was a squat guard/linebacker who walked on a
Also found golden boy QB Randy. Blonde haired, good-looking, got a Trans Am when he turned sixteen. We were football buddies. As a sophomore he quarterbacked the first two victories of the 1975 state championship season, while senior state player-of-the-year to-be Mike Jolly was out injured. Before Randy turned 16 I often drove him home from practice, since we lived near each other. I’ll always remember the home run he hit in Little League, a deep fly that cleared the backstop on the next field, behind the leftfield fence. Quotable coach McWilliams once called him the “Golden Turd”. Both Tim and Randy looked well. Both appear to be