A Thank You, and This is How It Works

Looking where else, but onto a baseball field. The two on the right I was blessed to coach in baseball. The one on the far left I coached, and coached with, in water polo. All of them suffered from me more than I ever did from them.

The first Thank You goes to Maureen; I'm her husband. Not, here's the wife. She's the spoon that stirs this family in a good way. Maureen works hard. Raises chickens, veggies, makes supper, brews tea. All I have to do is taste and compliment. Unless I be stupid. Thank You!

The four men above pictured are this branch of the Garvers. Recently I found we stretched back through Illinois, Georgia, Pennsylvania to Switzerland and the Alsace region of Germany and France. Interestingly Maureen's family, the Derrs, come from the same region and ended up in Pennsylvania as the Garvers did.

Today we won another baseball game. None of the above men other than me was involved. Of the pictured group one is in California working at a Christian camp and preparing to get married, if one can ever prepare to do such a thing. One is in Louisiana preparing to go to Iraq to do what he is told to help others. One is in Oregon preparing to graduate from college, I hope. I'm, in coaching a winning high school baseball game, one step closer to the end.