September 27th, 2007


(no subject)

On my usual route home I pass the ballfields of what I assume is the high school. It being football season, there is often football practice going on as I pass.

I also often see, on the corner opposite the field, an old man who seems to be watching the practice. Used to be he would sit on his lawn in a lawn chair, or on his porch. Last few times, though, he was sitting on the biggest darn riding lawn mower (for a tiny lawn, I might add) I have ever seen. Parked, of course, for the best view.

I wonder, as I pass, if his interest is the practice, or the practicers.