Baseball, Radio, And Childhood Memories Of My Dad

We've got two outs here in the bottom of the 6th... The count is three balls, two strikes... Swing and miss, strike three! He got 'em to chase the high fastball to end the inning. Let's pause ten seconds for station identification. You're listening to the XYZ Baseball Radio Network. I heard a lot of… Continue reading Baseball, Radio, And Childhood Memories Of My Dad

Capture This Moment With Your Mind’s Eye Not Your Camera’s

Young Shannon is not impressed, but she did dress to match her decorations.

I often find myself so overwhelmed by the beauty of something I feel like I might actually explode. I used to figure this was probably weird until I read a passage in an outstanding book about introverts┬áthat referred to a subset of people who are also "highly sensitive". It said, "...you're more apt than the… Continue reading Capture This Moment With Your Mind’s Eye Not Your Camera’s

A Million Tiny Rocks

Gravel roads bring back many memories for me. When I was little the busy five-lane paved street that now runs just feet away, next to my house, was a gravel road. I heard the distinctive rumble cars make on gravel every day while I played in the yard. My house was hard to keep dusted.… Continue reading A Million Tiny Rocks