Faces from the past remind me that fifty years goes by in a blink.
Each person plays a different position on the team, each represents a lifetime of choices and experiences.
Some just acquaintances, some karmic partners wrapped around your heart.
Neil was the latter. Pictured in the top row of boys on far right, he played first base. Smirking, he's supressing yet another laugh.
God, what a summer we had. Boys, baseball and banter. I wish I'd realized how special it was at the time.
Today, I glow from the memory of our wisecracks. And I cringe at the memory of what I left unsaid.
Which is why I say what needs to be said today.
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