I sat in my black Volvo. School was about out. I made it through all my email. That doesn’t happen much these days. So I watched the kids play. Much more interesting than scheduling and deleting and responding. I could…
I remember my summer days growing up in northwest Iowa. We played outside all day. Swimming, biking, and wiffle ball were the normal suspects. Nights were spent watching the high school boys play baseball against kids from neighboring towns. The…