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I try to pinpoint words that when strung together, like beads in a necklace, express something with texture and richness; I hope for the occasional sparkle of a well placed gem. I frequently fail miserably. But on a good day, as with a candid photo, I unexpectedly capture a heartbeat, and it feels as if I've successfully seized fog with my hands.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Again, One-Minute Writer Exercise

Best summer fun. Taking Dad to a Giants game. Something happened over the winter. He couldn’t climb the stairs to our seats anymore. Disability seats all filled.

Watched as others watched us. Some looked away. Some fascinated. Empathic. Some curious. Some glad they weren’t Dad. Or me.

Usher sat us in seats of season ticket holders not arrived. Said we could stay till owners came. I looked for a solution.

Innings passed and owners claimed their seats. Lucky. Dad’s seat owner hadn’t arrived. I stood.

Realized he had come. He too stood so an old man could watch one more game. In the sun. Orange and black playing ball. Bay Bridge in the background. One last time. S.F. Giants and City by the Bay.

Thank you, Man. Thank you. 




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    1. There's no crying in baseball, right? Thanks for the visit!

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  2. This is really beautiful, Pamela. How fortunate you were to have that time with your dad. I'm signing up to follow your blog.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by and for subscribing. Much appreciated. I'll look forward to hearing from you!

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    2. Just read your entry over at one-minute writer on "Rude." We were on the same wave length about tech support. :)

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