The purpose of a holiday, or holy-day, is to celebrate or remember an event or tradition. I have several memories linked to various holidays.
Groundhog Day marks the anniversary of Dad’s hole-in-one.
Thanksgiving is always around my ...
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Day #88
After 28 years of use, when the laces finally snapped on my George Brett glove, I tagged Wilson on Twitter and posted the picture. I didn’t actually expect to hear anything. In the past 88 days I’ve reached out to dozens of people via ...
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Day #87
Today’s catch-playing partner had to cancel due to work obligations.
I understood completely. Life happens. Work happens, too. I tried not to be overly worried as partners confirmed for both Thursday and Friday. Saturday’s still open. Not ...
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Day #86
I was a substitute teacher for one year and I learned three things:
The inventor of hand sanitizer is a genius.
The only thing worse than hall duty is lunchroom duty and the only thing worse than lunchroom duty is car line and bus ...
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Day #85
First thing this morning I took my favorite glove to Jeff at Play It Again Sports for surgery. He promised to take care of it and return it by day’s end.
Over the past 48 hours, I’ve worn and tossed a ball into every glove I own, except ...
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