I coached Jacey’s softball game Saturday morning. I can hear my parents laughing from here. After that grounder jumped up and hit me in the nose in fourth grade (many, many years ago – but I still remember) I never really cared for baseball. I got t-shirt and cap though.
A friend of ours played Happy Birthday to me on his bagpipes Saturday night at a St. Patrick’s Day party on his 27th floor patio. After many, many birthdays, that’s a first.
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