Thumb on a Diamond

Thumb on a Diamond — page 1
1 A FOGGY DAY THIS IS A BASEBALL STORY but it seems when I remember it to have started the day Mr Entwhistle arrived Most sports stories begin with a game or a race but this one is different It starts with a foggy morning Susan and I were sitting on the dock dangling our feet in the water We heard a rowboat looked at each other and giggled Susan and I had listened to thousands of fishermen row hundreds of dinghies from their anchored boats to our dock at New Auckland British Columbia We knew the rhythmic splash that oars make when they are working together That was not the sound we heard We couldn’t see the rowboat or who was trying to guide it to our village It was too foggy Hello called out a man’s voice Did I hear somebody Over here yelled Susan