‘Little Boy Blue’
‘Little Boy Blue’ lived near my family…close to the roof that covered my boy’s heads for most of his young life. He grew from small into tall together with the two of my own. I remember a pack of skinny lads dressed in baggy white pants of polyester. Baseball teams were named after crawling reptiles in green or striped jungle animals outlined on the front of uniform shirts. Mothers hoped elastic waists were tight enough to keep them from falling down to ankles or knees. Each spring and summer and well into fall they’d sit on the bench sloshing down bottles of colored Gatorade between seven innings or more. After one or the other slid into home-base, hands often slapped ‘high-fives.’ Miniature clouds of cocoa-colored dust burst above caps of red. Poof!
Over the years, Little Boy Blue developed into a strong, caring and protective young man. …
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