Someone driving by stopped and said hello.
It was one of the kids that I was playing baseball with about 25 years ago when I sent one through the neighborhood grouch's window.
Of course we all ran like Hell and the kids hid me out and never ratted me out.
He's not a kid anymore. He's pushing 40.
We chatted briefly and he said that he's going to spend a few days with his folks around Thanksgiving and asked if I'd be home.
I told him that it was likely and he said he'd sneak out some evening and drop by with a bottle of scotch.
I hope he does as it will be interesting to see what he grew up to be.
I suppose when I get to St. Peter I'm going to have to do some real fast talking and fork over a couple of character references.
I figure that any guy that a bunch of baseball playing kids hid out and never ratted out ought to be pretty good references. I could sure do worse.
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