Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Baseballs and broken glass

It has been over 5 years since the Warden and Guard moved into the Prison on Garfield. In my introductions to my immediate neighbors, I apologized in advance for any future broken windows and assured them I would make sure that if any were broken, we would make it right. Perhaps it was foreshadowing. Perhaps it was the strong winds this past Saturday. Perhaps it is the Guards inability to throw a baseball like he did when he was younger. Regardless, glass has been broken. 

#1 and #2 have started their sporting careers by joining a T-Ball team. We have spent much time in the back yard suplimenting the lessons they have learned at practice, and sprinkling in our own instructions. Saturday was no exception. They had a late afternoon game scheduled, so a mid morning batting and fielding practice was the perfect activity for a nice spring day. 

After some BP, the Guard took it upon himself to demonstrate how to create pop ups to yourself. It was a skill honed decades ago in the Guards childhood home yard. But, it had been some years, and the prison yard is much smaller than where he grew up. And, the Guards parents were always smart enough to park their cars in the garage or under a carport. Until this extremely windy day, the Guard had never broken a window (with a baseball). There was the fish tank he smashed the one (and only) time he tried to ride a skate board. 

It only took a few throws. Quite efficient actually. Ball goes up. Ball comes down. Guard catches it. Ball goes up. Ball comes down. Car catches it. 

Car gets an alternative air conditioning system. #1, #2, and #3 immediately run to tell Warden. Joy. 

Maybe the polar vortex and resulting cabin fever really did wonders to protect us against ourselves. 

The car has been fixed. It will be used a a lesson for the prisoners. And it will be used by the Warden for days, weeks, months and years as yet another example of my boneheaded actions. I can take quiet solace in the memories of stories of her youthful discresions and just pray our prisoners don't live up to our legacy and examples. 


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