We brought Clare home
from the hospital the Saturday before Thanksgiving, 1991; there were snow
flurries that afternoon, as I recall.
Tomorrow, for our daughter’s wedding, the weather forecast is for the
mercury to reach 99 degrees, or 100. Did
I mention the church has no air conditioning?
But both extremes are perfect
bookends for spring sports in the Midwest.
Clare played softball with snow on the field some times, with the threat
of heat exhaustion other times. We
played a travel tournament in Toledo the summer she was fourteen in conditions
not unlike what they’re promising for tomorrow.
That was the weekend I learned about $3 bottles of water and
disappearing water fountains.
At least we won’t have
to eat any Toledo hotdogs at the reception.
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