The Army of One, aka my
daughter, arrived for a visit with dirty laundry, laptop, notebook, sundry
journal articles and an appetite. She
was going to work on her senior thesis, have dinner with us and watch game four
of the World Series.
I have two seats from
Comiskey Park, a 40th birthday gift from Michele, that come out for
special occasions, like the White Sox playing in the World Series. So, this was only a “couch” game, father
sitting next to daughter asking mother about syntax and synonyms (e.g., for “participant”). The game ended with a pickoff at first base,
after which the PT Cruiser was loaded up and the visitor left.
A half-hour later came
the back-at-school text message.
Otherwise, parents worry in a way they never did when their pride and
joy slept in the second bedroom.
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