I think I may die tonight, but I cannot. I live too far away from mom and dad. What about them? Not now, not yet. I wouldn’t want it to be a hassle for dad to drive the 1,200 miles out here to Colorado in the van, just to turn around and make the drive all over again. Dad needs sleep and no hotel would allow me to stay the night. I still have things to do. I haven’t coached little league baseball yet. I still haven’t witnessed the Oakland Athletics winning the pennant in a bar with my best friend.
By Jack C. Buck