Walking the Hall with Mr. Baseball
By ice rivers
Much earlier in Mr. Baseball's game but only a couple of years in the past. We were walking in the hallway together when the secretary from the main office breezed by us. As she passed Joanne observed "you two guys are the slowest walkers I've ever seen."
Then in a flash she was down the hall at full giddyap with what she called her purposeful stride.
I've always been a slow walker. Unless I was late for a class or headed for the men's room or the copying center, I slauntered along taking in the scenery.
In retrospect, I'm not sure if Mr. Baseball was a naturally slow walker. The extra weight that he had gained over the years had resulted in a bad back and bad knees. Both the back and the knees would become factors as the innings of our lives passed at differing velocity.
At our pace of walking, conversation was easy.
Of course we were talking baseball. The prospects of the Chicago Cubs was the subject when Baseball, as he liked to do, swerved into another ursine subject from a Christmas party past.
"Remember that cybertronic bear", Mr Baseball asked.
I did and he knew damned well that I did.
That's why he asked the question in the first place.
As I was remembering, Joanne still in giddyap passed us going in the other direction.
"Whatever you two guys are talking about it must be interesting" Jo observed.
"It sure is" said Mr. Baseball.