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Spalding and a Seven Year Old

My client just stood me up. I had arranged to meet her at my friends office at 5:30 PM. At 5:40 I called my office for messages and found that she had left a message, an hour before, long after I had departed, that she wouldn't be showing up.

Why am I not angry about this? Because my friend's seven year old was there with a Spalding.
My dad used to sell these for $.19. The boy and I went outside on this beautiful day and threw the ball against the wall. Then he pitched to me.

It's the first time in 15 years that I threw a ball. I had a blast. If we could have only found a broomstick, we would have played stickball.

I thought about my youth. About the many friends that I had, but most of all about my dad and his store.

I wasn't sad that neither were here any more. I just remembered them fondly. I think that I'm going to rent my friends kid when I find a broomstick.

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cathy_edgett
May. 15th, 2009 11:04 pm (UTC)
Big smile!! Now you have someone like my friend Zach!!
jellomarx
May. 15th, 2009 11:08 pm (UTC)
I don't remember the last time that I had so much fun. I had a great childhood. We were always outside with a ball. Today sharing that with a nice kid was wonderful.
cathy_edgett
May. 15th, 2009 11:35 pm (UTC)
Big smile!! I'm thrilled for you!!

Borrow him. His parents will appreciate it and you'll both have fun too.
gushgush
May. 16th, 2009 12:06 am (UTC)
Great stuff!
We used to call them "spaldeens", with the accent on the deens.
A broomstick and some chalk on the wall for a strikezone would have been perfect.
jellomarx
May. 16th, 2009 01:01 am (UTC)
Only someone else from Queens or Brooklyn would truly understand the feeling. Thank you.
heart2hurt
May. 16th, 2009 01:56 am (UTC)
There were "spaldeens" and pensy pinkies. I hated pensy pinkies. They were just not right. I used to watch the boys play stick ball and always wished I could join them. Does anyone that was not brought up in NY know what stickball is?

Us girls were forced to play handball.
I recently found my old spalding ball, packed away with some old records(for you youngsters, that's we did for music in the olden day). It was in decent shape. What I did see was that I had drawn all these psychodelic designs on it. Also pretty much intack.

Just a note, there a lot of kids out there with no father's to play catch with. Find one and help make him childhood a good one too.
lux_angelis
May. 16th, 2009 04:19 am (UTC)
Haha, you don't have a broom laying around you can part with?

It's one of the sacrifices we've made for technology, the social aspect of childhood. Really, who plays stickball or kick-the-can or any neighborhood group games anymore? All the children are inside with their games and computers, talking to each other completely detached, no social skills or real communication necessary. Where are we supposed to learn empathy?
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