23 August 2006
Aging
Speaking of aging, one day at San Clemente I went down to watch the girls in the water and I lay down on the sand at the high tide line. After awhile I closed my eyes and starting dozing off. Suddenly, a ball hit me right on the chest. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see a youngish 10-12 year old boy with a very sheepish look on his face. He chased down the errant ball and went back to his playing. His friend asked him what happened and I heard him reply, "the ball hit that old man over there." :(
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