Lost & Found

During one of the countless baseball games I played as a young boy, I cracked a long drive that went so far it crashed through the window of the creepy Convent (that's what we called it, I have no idea what it really was) at the far end of the ball field. I was really bummed because I didn't have all that many baseballs and that was my favorite one. My dad had written four names on it in permanent marker:

Babe Ruth
Lou Gehrig
Hank Aaron
Dave Wild

Unless you are daft, and I know you aren't, you can see why I liked that baseball so much.

A few months later I was walking with my friends down Oak Park Boulevard right in front of that same building. The front door opened and a guy came out holding a baseball (ok, I guess it wasn't a convent after all). He tossed it right at me and said something like "hey kid, you can have this".

It was my baseball.