Scene One – School ball diamond – April 27, 1957
“Dickey, are you crying?”
“You sure look sad sitting alone on a sunny day. Something wrong?”
My chin bumps my chest. “No, nothing’s wrong.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said. My tortoise-frame glasses flew from my nose into a volcano of papers that erupted from his arms as our shoulders collided.
“Oh it’s you,” Dr. Spencer snarled. He kneeled to gather his belongings. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”
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Richard Wilberg is a creativity coach, musician, writer, photographer, and former business leader who lives in Madison, Wisconsin.