28, 2003 - Monday
Simple pleasures are the best. We spent the morning at a playground before our flight home this afternoon. There was a baseball field adjacent to the playground apparatus and we found this waterlogged baseball near the backstop. For a boy there may be nothing more natural than throwing or rolling a ball and this water trench had enough of a slope so that Harry could roll the baseball all the way to the end where I was standing to catch it. We both thought it was pretty cool.