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continued … What few leaves there were on the trees were slowly plucked loose one by one from their summer residence joining the others lying flat or wet, against the ground, no longer green and sap filled, a part of the lush, green canopy that gave dappled summertime light onto those walking or riding the sidewalk below.

When they reached the ball diamond and basketball courts they stopped.

Standing next to each other their shoulders touching, they stared out at the field.

He recalled the many strike outs he had on that field and the time he hit a home run; a high pitch that seemed to come at him in slow motion; a powerful hit that flew head high past second base so fast and powerful that the second baseman couldn’t get his glove up fast enough to catch it.

He caught a glimpse of the right fielder chasing the ball all the way to the fence.

When he crossed home plate he was mobbed by his team mates.

He was a terrible hitter but at least he knew what it felt like to hit a home run.

He had double vision staring at the field.

He watched her play catcher on the same field.  A fierce competitor though, smaller in stature. She always seemed determined to win at any cost!

He looked down at her. At her profile.  She stared at the field lost in reverie.

After 30 seconds she looked up.

“I remember it all,” she said.  As if she read his thoughts.

They watched smiles slowly form on each others face.

Two blocks west of the athletic field they turned left at Saginaw Street and began walking toward the downtown lights three blocks away.

It was almost nine thirty.

continued … the sidewalks of the past …

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