Changes

The White Sox sweeping the Orioles at home in a four-game series doesn’t necessarily mean end times. It’s happened before, back in June of 1956 to be precise. But Billy Hamilton hitting homeruns in back-to-back games? It never hurts to keep one’s affairs in order. I prefer to keep a level head and think in terms of change. Life does not stand still, however much we might want it to. Last week, Clare came over to look at the changing table in the attic, actually, a chest of drawers with a nice changing platform on top. What was once done to her there will soon be done to her son. The drawers had collected a number of tee-shirts over the years, nearly 1-1/2 plastic garbage-bags’ worth. Most if not all of the shirts were softball-related; you could follow the course of our daughter’s career by the team and year mentioned. Once upon a time, this was clothing so valuable, so dear, it had to be stored away once it got too worn to put on. Now, everything is waiting for Waste Management. Change. Somehow, a pair of baby socks found its way into one of the drawers. White Sox socks, how or why I couldn’t say. Unless this is a sign, if small, that not all change need be feared. Some of it, maybe the best part, looks comfortably familiar.