For my baseball class I’m reading an essay by the great Roger Angell. He is sitting next to an old, old timer at a college game. His companion had pitched for thirteen years in the Majors when the White Sox were black and Ty Cobb was celebrated for his hitting.
As they watch, the veteran reacts to the play on the field and talks about the memories it invokes. The game is large enough for both.
I’m an old timer now too. And, I’m watching what’s happening on the field of play. To our country and our world. I remember the days I could march, could work for social justice organizations, could cherish Pete Seeger and Woody Guthrie. Imagine. My life has turned out to be large enough for both.
So many years…and time stands still.
Oh, Joan, so true. I watch the huge protests that occur almost every week and I think about all of the marches and gatherings over the years. Fir some reason the events of today seem so much more frightening Camille
ReplyDeleteRemember Camille, our boys were dying in Vietnam. Joan
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