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.