It’s summertime in Ojai, California.
I can’t remember what day it is, what month, or even what year. Only one detail matters.
It’s summertime in Ojai, California, and the Dodgers game is on.
I’m in my favorite recliner, the one beside Grandma, with the corduroy upholstery that leaves lines on the backs of my legs, and the springs that screech with outage when you rock back too far.
Dee Gordon singles. Two pitches later he steals second, and the camera zooms in on his face, beaming as he dusts himself off.