That is really sad. We used to play baseball at every opportunity; it was the game of choice during elementary school recess, at least when we weren't playing some violent, little-boy variant of "tag". I wonder what brought about this culture-shift from benign parental neglect to obsessive parental control?
Odd. My parents were traditional Catholics and raised us strictly; my father was, in addition, an upper-middle-class product of the 1920s-to-1940 old South (but an enlightened one; he left in his youth because he found it "suffocating" -- his word). But they used to blithely let me at age 14 spend the weekend with a friend whose father ran the Dole plantation and factory in Elspeth Huxley-Thika, driving back with the company driver after school on Friday to their spread, where we'd spend a nice weekend on pot and beer and rock 'n' roll. Then I'd have to hitchhike home back to our house on the far side of Nairobi on a hot Sunday afternoon, slightly hung over, no traffic on the lonely, rolling 2-lane back to the big city. As long as I turned up for Sunday dinner at about 5 pm, they were quite content to let me be. On Mon, Mar 5, 2018 at 3:47 AM, ascpgh <[email protected]> wrote: > No pick up games around here, despite two fields couple blocks either way. > Kids and baseball mean minivans and gear bags full of multiple three digit > aluminum bats, Oakley eyeshades, special water bottles, coolers with > Gatorade, latest model cleats, etc. but nothing as sophisticated as a > Nocona glove. Another fun sport that used to be easy and not require > parents to play lost to the arms race. > > ... > -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
