*Did not recive to much comments he just said he liked it.*
When I think of the times of my youth, all I seem to remember is the dusty baseball infield. Seeing the cleats from the players on the infield kicking up brown dust, which then was picked up by the summer winds and was blown right at me It was a brown crumbly infield, that had that arid, agonizing, annoying dust that gets into your eyes and made your eyes water. I would always be wiping dust in my eyes as I patently waited for my chance to show what I could do when the ball was hit towards me. …
