Friday, June 3, 2011
Took a trip recently down memory lane. Come on along for the ride. When I was 12, I made the baseball All Star team for Little League 3. In the Playoffs, we won our first game in fine fashion, no problems. Game two was a different matter altogether. The game was played on the Thompson's Point field, a field notorious for more rocks then grass. The filed itself was situated on an outgrowth of land sticking out into the Fore River. I had always wanted to play a game here along the river. You probably know the ending. We ventured into the game a bit cocky from our first win and got our butts kicked and good. Why this image today? This warehouse sits on the site of that field. It's the first time I have gone back to this area since that final out. Where once there were fly balls to be caught, now there are only commercial jetliners in the air approaching their landings. End of story!