Yesterday

Pardon the cliché, but time does fly. Ten years ago today, and I was checking the calendar to see how long until we left for Florida to watch Clare play her first season of college softball. Now, I check the calendar to see how long until my daughter becomes a mother. Clare hit her first homerun in college on our 32nd wedding anniversary. This anniversary, I’ll be checking on the weather to see if it’s too early to take the Schwinn out. I have this fantasy about starting the cycling season in March. There are people I refer to as “jackasses”—and worse—who believe that biking in Chicago is a year-round activity. I am not among them. Ten years ago, I watched as my daughter set the single-season homerun mark at Elmhurst College for softball, a record she would break the next year. But I won’t talk about nine-year anniversaries. Why bring up Ozzie Guillen when we have Tony La Russa in the White Sox dugout?