Life Ain’t So Bad

Halfway through my drive home from work on Friday, I decided to take a little detour through the neighborhood I grew up in. I knew it would add ten minutes onto my commute, but the sun was shining, the leaves were every color imaginable, and I had snuck out a little earlier than usual anyway. So why not? I passed by an old ball field that’s been around since long before I was even born. Growing up, you would not see that field empty. If the sun was shining, kids would be playing on it and most of the time, I was among them. In recent years though, that wasn’t the case.

Part of me blames parents. Part of me blames technology. And I’ll even assign some of that blame to…

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