The parking lot was full, and many activities were going on. One activity was baseball. The procession of walks in this ball game, did not seem to end. At least six consecutive base on balls were thrown. I heard the idiotic chatter, "good eye". Yes, i remember that from boyhood too. Hell, Cyclops could have been batting. The catcher was busy. The coach came to talk to his pitcher, the pitcher stayed in. Perhaps, the second pitch later, the batter swung on one high and outside, strike one. The crew and me proceeded to the lake promenade.
these beach anchor jacks are called tetrapods or dolosse [dolo sing.]
Sunset was scheduled for 9.03 p.m.. When it came, there was applause (i think a few seconds early, so i did not begin the public appreciation, this time).
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