the roommate and I went down to the park this evening around seven to throw around the baseball. about a half hour into it we were approached by a little boy who told us that his cousin was going to play with us.

they later told us that they were bored.

so the two came over, but only one wanted to play. the other provided commentary and served as the occasional retriever for wild bounces. I gave up my glove to the kid, and Cliff and I took turns catching without a glove.

a little while later Cliff saw a friend and went over to catch up with him. the kid and I continued to play catch for about half an hour or so. I told him some history of baseball, but he didn't really care. he was just loving playing catch.

he got tired and went back to his house across the street. as we were leaving the park a few minutes later Cliff and I stopped by the house' the kids' mothers were sitting on the stoop talking. we chatted for a few minutes. I don't know where they were from; Cambodia maybe.


later in the evening Cliff and I shot downtown to stop into the AS220 Foo Fest. Anarchists and artists, hippies and wannabes. There was also a Waterfire going on. Suburbanites. Lame. They should probably stop that thing soon, before it gets too cliche. the crowd has already passed that point.
But then who am I to say anything?

So many people downtown. So...many...people...just hanging out. Dating. drinking. Dancing. Being.

And none of that...none of that life going on downtown, or on the East Side at RISD or Brown...none of it will ever be as memorable as baseball in the park, laughing and joking with immigrant children on a summer Saturday evening.

why am I even writing this? I'm tired, and it kind of comes off feeling bitter. but I doubt I really am. whatever. good night, Providence.  ¶ 7/15/2007 12:19:00 AM