DOWN AT THE BALLPARK

Since we were there  – in Tuscola – we had to stop by the Tuscola ballpark.

More kids play at the ballpark than there are people in town (literally).

I remember well wandering (well, mostly we rode our bikes) down to the field on any given summer evening to the smell of popcorn (sometimes I worked in the booth and helped make it) and to the PA system broadcasting the name of the next batter.

This is the ball field where I batted lead off and played first base. (And our team wasn’t all that bad, either.) This is where Ken taught me to hit down the line to right field. This is where Kelli had her first softball experience.

The now fieldhouse – where more than 600 kids register for ball each summer – was then the school where my kids went to first grade.

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