It’s hot as a kettle outside, but the boys and I have still managed to play catch and a makeshift game of baseball.
OK. This is weird. Last week, our newspaper box mysteriously disappeared. We figured it was probably a wild teenager—every neighborhood has it’s crazy ones, right? But Sunday, our street sign disappeared. How bizarre. So, we are now Court Anonymous, the road to nowhere, or the street that has no name, take your pick. We have called the newspaper to ask for a new box, but I wonder who you call to get your street sign replaced.