Fifteen years ago, on a lovely Saturday morning in Tampa, Florida, I parked my rented Ford Focus next to a baseball field. Patricia, her husband Bill and I had been invited to come watch a friend’s son pitch in a Little League game that afternoon. The weather was perfect: high, wispy clouds, not too humid, …
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The bright midsummer blue sky of that July afternoon was waiting just for us. Finishing our lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, my 7 year-old niece Crystal and I decided to go feed the ducks. First we put our lunch dishes away, and then put on sunscreen, because blue-eyed, blonde Crystal burned easily. …