I can hear your father call out from the backstop as the count reached 3 balls, 2 strikes and the batter nervously awaited the next pitch, “Take your time, Paulie. Take your time. You have all the time in the world.” Believing so, I served up a fastball and the umpire barked, “Ye’errrr OUT.”
I try to remain acutely aware that time is passing by, thus creating more urgency to get creative work done. Momento Mori.
That sure is the truth, been thinking about it for a while now, as I experience the end of the seventh decade on this earth plane.
I can hear your father call out from the backstop as the count reached 3 balls, 2 strikes and the batter nervously awaited the next pitch, “Take your time, Paulie. Take your time. You have all the time in the world.” Believing so, I served up a fastball and the umpire barked, “Ye’errrr OUT.”
Quite the memory to share!