Man, is it good to be back. Odd that emotion has come over me in two separate ways and in two different locations during such a brief spell, but true-it-is: There’s no-place like home. That old saying: “Home is where you hang your hat,” has applied to me on so-many occasions that it’s shocking to even know what “home” is, what-with all the military moves, vacations, travel and work-related displacement .
.. I use the word “home” in reference to cruise-ship cabins, hotels or motels and any “temporary-living-facility” (that’s the military term) that might be hospitable to me.
But no, all-joking-aside, it’s great to be back in Dickinson. “Paradise” has its problems — trust me — and while I had a great time down in Florida and in my OTHER adopted hometown of Ocean Springs, Miss. (which goes along with various adopted hometowns across the country in Enid, Okla.
, Alamogordo, NM, and Titusville, Fla.) and got to see a Biloxi Shuckers game with R Boy — my son, Logan — and visit Busch Gardens with my daughter, Megan, and my ex-wife, Melinda (we get along great), I knew I had to return at some point. Yeah, it was a busy couple/three weeks, that’s for sure, and I did my best to get some news items in for y’all while I was away.
I have some catching up to do, and I’m grateful for your patience, but this weekend is gonna be a lightning-round of baseball and softball games for us here at The Dickinson Press , with the Class A tournaments for BOTH sp.
