This morning I drove to work and it took me about 40 minutes, which is not unusual given the morning traffic, road construction and tourists that are in my area this time of year. Right after I exited the interstate heading into work, I realized I had left my computer at home. It was very unfortunate, because it’s not something I can simply do without. So, I turned around and headed back home through worse traffic.
We often head off on the right track and through mistakes or our own forgetfulness, we just jump the tracks. I made the best of it, listening to the radio and calling a couple of folks I needed to check on.
One of those folks was a good friend back home, whose son was drafted in the latest Major League Baseball selections. I’ve written about this young man before, about how my first memory of him was when he about five years-old. I asked him how he was doing, rubbed his curly blonde head and he promptly walloped me. He punched me with a man-sized punch. Needless to say, years later, he still hits the baseball the same way.