The "guys" that I go down to the deli every morning for coffee (or whatever) showed up at my cube. One of them, quietly, fake yells "Yo-ooooooo, Mike!"
And immediately I was taken back to my childhood, when Paul and Albert would come to my house, stand in the gangway between the houses, and yell my name, just the same way. It was a kids-style doorbell, specifically for me. They'd alway come over before we walked over to Steinmetz to play ball on one of the diamonds (or even fast pitch against the stairs at the front of the school)
It was a wonderful, if not brief, trip back in time, to a time of warm sumer days, no school, and baseball for hours with your friends.
2008- This is ridiculous...
2005- I didn't need to see that
- Gravelly
2004- Westminster - Day 2
- *cough*
2003- Joe Millionaire
- Dogs dogs dogs dogs
2002- Downhill
- Wolves 5 - Griffins 2