A Slow Pitch Over Home Plate

The beach at Silver Strand, California.

I pulled into a spot in the crowded and cramped state campground, Silver Strand, in Coronado, California, yesterday. I was not in the best of moods, having pulled a trailer through the web of highways of Southern California the last five hours. My neighbor approached, too close for (my) comfort. “Hey,” he said, gesturing to the front of my truck with a beer can. “I see you’re from Maine. You drive all this way?”

You drive all this way? How to respond to that? So many options.

I smiled, so as to put my best face on, and pointing to the Airstream, said, “Didn’t fly it here.”

I immediately felt bad and good at the same time.

6 thoughts on “A Slow Pitch Over Home Plate

  1. Baby Harry. February 26, 2017 / 9:43 am

    Good one. See you next month. Looking forward to time together.

    • dougbrun February 26, 2017 / 10:44 am

      Can’t wait to see you guys, BH!

  2. Diane Bruns Freeman February 26, 2017 / 10:07 am

    Bob said to tell you “There’s one in every crowd”. I’m not sure if he meant you or the other guy. Ha!

    • dougbrun February 26, 2017 / 10:43 am

      Ha! That’s rich.

  3. Robert Boylestad February 26, 2017 / 4:29 pm

    I’m trying to compose a good reply but even with time I still sit here wondering what to say — well, minds work at differing speeds. At least he was friendly.

    • dougbrun February 27, 2017 / 2:24 pm

      Yes, minds work at different speeds. You’re very kind. He was a good guy, though, and I’m probably maligning him. Maybe it was the beer(s)!

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