Another victory last night, and now we're 11-3. And I did actually have some serious fun at that last game. What a ballgame.
When I returned in my dirty baseball uniform, a little girl in the neighborhood asked if I played for the Orioles. That's actually not the first time this has happened, but it still amuses me every time.
The new neighborhood is much more of a neighborhood than the former one was. I love it, but when I park my car and walk into my house, I feel like I'm on stage. Half of the porches on the block are full of people, and I feel their eyes on me as I poorly parallel park and then trudge in the house. I always say "Hi" when I make eye contact, but that's it. I loved that the little girl ran up shyly and asked me the question, though. It was like she was Scout and I was Boo Radley, but the kids were tentative to talk to me not because I was crazy, but because I was white.
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That's really cute that she asked you that. Kids often allow you to break through barriers. When I taught at Head Start, I would drive through the Sharp Leadenhall Homes on Hamburg St. on my way home. Two of my students lived there. If they were playing on the sidewalk as I drove past, I'd stop (they got out at the regular schoolday and I worked extended day) and turn their jumprope for a bit or sometimes talk to the moms or older siblings. Everyone else's eyes were surely on me though.
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