s we approach the cooler days of autumn, I thought we might look back at the (my) spring softball season.

That time of year I have games every Thursday at 4:00. "Okay," I mused to myself, quickly planning when I had to leave, "I'm at Carver High. It will take me half an hour to get there, so I will leave the house at 3:00."

I was in my truck by 3:00, made good time, and arrived at Carver a little before 3:30 to find an empty ball field. A hurried check with the administration led to the discovery that Carver was playing over at Washington High today. Now I would be rushed, but harboring feelings of self-righteousness and to backup the excuse I was going to use for not getting there well in advance of game time, I quickly checked my written assignment as I pulled out of the parking lot. To my horror, I discovered that I was at Carver next Thursday. This Thursday — today — I was at Union High, a school clear across the city in a distant suburb.

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