Mostly fictional ramblings and assorted thoughts that fell from my head to languish in a journal or on a scrap of paper until I finally swept them up and dumped them here for safekeeping.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Non-Fiction — Trace Manes Park
Dropped off a couple fares around the corner from Trace Manes Park in Leaside. So I stopped to watch a little league game. They're about the age I was when I played here around '67-'68. Great memories.