Is there any past-time quite as quintessentially American as baseball? Today was Josiah's first baseball game. Well, technically, it is teeball, but in a couple of years he will graduate to full-fledged baseball. His first game was meant to be last Saturday morning, but we got rained out. Today was gorgeous, a nice hot sun with a good cool breeze. Both teams batted twice. I wish I could say for sure that this is two innings, but I'm not certain. I used to think I knew what an inning was, but I seem to recall a conversation with someone in which my ideas of baseball were corrected. Peder? What constitutes an inning? Josiah did well...he has a tendency to goof off a little bit in these situations. He has inherited this tendency from his mother, I will freely admit. I had problems standing still, listening, controlling myself, paying attention.... What was I saying? I got distracted there. Anyway, Josiah likes to goof off a little. You know, stuff like horsing around, putting his...
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I'm trying to think of things that I wished I would have said when I shook his hand. The best that I have so far: Boy, you have a much firmer handshake than Bill Clinton!
Anyone else have any ideas?
Truly, that's a very cool thing!
When I heard that the Pres was coming to the War College, I figured that you of all people would get a chance to meet him. Regardless of politics that must have been a thrill!! Good things do come your way, don't they?