Here are some Bayside trees struggling in our new snow. I used to love snow days in my school years, but if truth be told, once my baseball glove was 'out of the closet' I wanted to get to school, so before school and during recesses I could give it a good workout. Usually, the parking lot at the Casco Bank at the corner was our first ball field of the spring. We didn't use bats or sticks. Believe it or not, in those early games, we used our fists as bats. Not perfect, but hey, it was baseball. Some afternoon we moved to the front yard of Morrills Elementary School. The 'field' was bigger, and that allowed us to use bats. It even had an outfield fence for homeruns. Spring was baseball for me. Hey, I even slept with a ball in my glove, under my pillow. This technique, along with a little of my Dad's Neatsfoot Oil, made for a nice pocket. Back then, I believed anything. In lots of ways, I still do.