I took some time today and travelled to Avalon with some dear friends from camp - dear "little friends".
To watch them play the national pastime.
Yes, the tees were out. Yep, the Mommies were running on the field with their little ones. And yepster-depster the little leaguers weren't COMPLETELY certain regarding what they were doing... but they knew they were playing "a game".
Indeed, playing a game...
A baseball game.
On Catalina Island. Where the Chicago Cubs once practiced and played during the Spring Training days of Coolidge, Hoover and FDR.
Remember "Wrigley Field"? As in Wrigley Gum? Yes. He once owned Catalina Island. And HIS team practiced here.
And "here" I am watching little kidlings playing the game of Ruth, Mantle and Ted Williams. Hearing them squeal with delight. Long delays. Short bursts of energy. Run. Stop. Walk. Run. Walk. Steal. Laugh.
All done on the soil of the pros of yesteryear.
Do I hear another squeal of delight?
I do. The voice sounds familiar.
I've heard it for decades.