There Are Rules
It’s December and still no snow. Mt Bachelor is getting antsy, I imagine, but these beautiful, clear days, with highs in the 50s (and a few times 60s!) are letting me enjoy midday walks with my dogs that my former work schedule prohibited. Nearby trails and neighborhoods, their foliage and front porch decorations changing with the seasons, provide our usual routes, but today after errands we stopped at the Skyline Sports Complex where my boys could run on the deserted fields while I made my way twice around the paved perimeter. Except for the group of children on the far east playing field (7 – 8-year-olds, I would guess; probably Seven Peaks students), we were the only ones there. The children were engaged in a game of kickball, and, as I entered the park, their piping voices carried clearly to me: Piping Voice 1: Hey! You went t o the wrong base! Piping Voice 2 : I can choose my own base! Piping Voice 1: No you can’t! There are ruuuules!! I mean, yeah. ...