Went to some friends house today for an event they put on called “Wiffle & Wings” — despite the overcast sky the party pushed forward. Some of the biggest wings I have ever seen were BBQ’d to perfection.
After we had all gorged ourselves and had a few beers, the party was moved to the backyard. With the kids playing contently on a fort, in the trampoline, or on the swings, the guys broke out the Wiffle ball equipment.
Wiffle Ball — how that brings back memories of playing pickup wiffle ball games with my neighborhood friends Pym, Keet, Du and Dave (he never did get a nickname). Its funny the things you remember when thinking about past events.
Like the gnarled old tree that we used as a backstop (and would later become the tree that Dave would fall out of onto his head). I remember a giant pussy willow tree that led to their dilapidated old patio. That to this day I am not sure if was ever actually used.
I even remember the rules we setup for the game — first base was next to the bush by the barking dog house, second base was on the back lot line, third base was the top right corner of the vegetable garden and home plate was the gnarled old tree.
I smiled to myself tonight as the same sort of haggling went on regarding what was foul, where a home run was, etc. Some things just never change.
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