From the Bleachers


by Rich Summers


Age is a funny thing. When I was younger and my wife and I were chasing the kids around the six county area trying to get to all their high school games we looked forward to the days when a night could be spent reading a good book on the front porch or walking with the dog for an hour or two in the woods.

Even though we now often wonder how we kept up with that pace, the truth is I miss it just a little and Karen not at all.

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