Get Your Bum Down

Posted: April 4, 2014 in Uncategorized

A Settled Rest

THE EVENING BEFORE LAST, Ginger and I enjoyed the park and the first truly balmy evening of spring in the lingering light.  We took our seats on a park bench beside a grassy field not far from where a father and his young son played catch with a baseball. Four twenty-somethings in the distance were engaged in a volleyball match below a net that they had put up. Their occasional outbursts of banter carried across the field above the usual fabric of neighborhood sounds — automobile traffic passing in the distance, chortlings of robins nearby, a dog bark here and there.

“Get your bum down,” I heard the father say as the ball dribbled between his son’s legs. The boy was red-haired, fair-skinned and freckle-faced with thick glasses connected by a broad strap behind the ears. He looked to be about six or seven years of age. And he offered…

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