Random Or On Purpose?
I let my wife sleep in this morning. There was no need for her to drive me down to my truck when I could walk there in ten minutes. After a few cups of coffee, and some pictures in the garden, I departed on the short jaunt. I hadn’t finished the first block when a late model Toyota Camary pulled up to the curb where I was walking. Inside were two black males. In the passenger seat sat a young man wearing a baseball hat. The driver was older, perhaps his grandfather or a man who became a father later in life. The young man asked me a question, but I couldn’t hear him, so I walked up to the window. I could now see the young man was wearing a baseball uniform. “Do you know where the baseball field is?” “Yeah. Go up to the sign that says 419 and make a right. Go down the hill, and make a right where CVS is. Follow it straight to the end.” The young man seemed frustrated, the older gentleman even more so. The kid asked me for details on exactly where to turn. I d...