On Sunday, our bit of Isaac had blown through,
bringing much-needed rain and cooler temperatures.
It was the Labor Day weekend and families had
taken advantage of the cooler temperatures to enjoy
a relaxing time in the park.
The park's shelter was full of people having
a picnic gathering, while a group of young men
were using one of the soccer fields
for a game of flag football.
The baseball diamond was being used by a family
to play a little softball game. I wished I had a different
lens because the group, made up of parents and
three girls, was teaching the youngest
to play the game. She picked up the ball, she tagged
her sister out, and she threw the ball ... sort of.
When her turn came, her big sister took
her by the hand to run the bases.
And Dad taught her the chant,
designed to annoy generations of