You know life is good in small town America when your 11 year old nephew is throwing strikes from the pitcher's mound. When it was our turn to bat, these guys in blue chanted from the dugout...
Ollie Ollie Rooster,
Sittin' on a Fence,
Cheerin' for the other team,
Makin' No Sense!
Somehow, it did make sense. Little boys and baseball, chanting rhythimically in echo of a single high-pitched leader on the team, seemingly with not a care in the world.
Ahhh....
I wonder what these little guys will encounter in their lifetimes. Perhaps they will create new forms of technology. Maybe they will travel at unheard-of speed.
What if they fight for my freedom.
Or heal our diseases...
Or spread the Gospel...
Or become the next "greatest generation"...
I sure hope so, don't you?
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