Tornado Alley (PROG)

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I was just slow with girls, but I did get a kiss along the way, the extent of my interest. Besides I was in New York at the time, and street baseball was still my enjoyment. The sewer plate was home, and the view down the North Street was to that small fence, we all wanted to be like Mickey Mantle, and the following year none of us could have cared less about girls. Hitting homers were the rage, and it was also the best and last year of playing on that street. After that year was over out elementary school days were coming to an end, and life would change for many of us.

We had games with 10-12 kids, which was always great, pitcher, first, third, middle outfield, and deep outfield, catcher was always needed, otherwise the ball went down the hill and into the sewer.

Charm goes a long way, I never quite mastered that for most of my life, I had a habit of not holding back my thoughts. I did a sorting stint once I graduated from college, in a place called Yonkers, New York. They have these very big stainless steel high bins, and the conveyer belt would take out the packages to someone in the tower, and they had to read the address and drop it in the appropriate spot. Every once in a while, you would get a small package that was heavy as hell, and if you did not stay awake at 3 in the morning it could fall through on your nuts. Sorting the mail was a never-ending process, you could lean out one of the bays and see semi-trucks lined up all over the parking lot. It paid well, and after graduation I was glad to have a steady job.