A Norman Rockwell Sort of Day

The sky was bright blue with just a few wispy clouds. The temperatures were brisk, but as the day worn on, the sun kept us all comfortable. The sounds of children yelling and laughing served as background for the metallic plunk of bats hitting balls and the thwap of balls meeting gloves. Neighbors greeted neighbors. Parents and grandparents cheered for their teams, and some of us even cheer when the opposing team members perform well. The smells of hot dogs, grilled hamburgers, roasted peanuts, and cotton candy filled the air whetting the appetites of those gathered to watch and to participate in the first little guy baseball games of spring. It was a grand All-American day!